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This all happened some time ago now - in the mid 2000s when I was still together with my partner. I was down on the south coast of England for a two day professional conference which was taking place in Brighton. I had been a few times before and it was generally quite a good conference. In the evening of the first day there was a meal and networking/social event which I was not so keen on, and I decided if I got the chance I would duck out of the evening event and go and have some fun somewhere. Shortly after I arrived at the conference I ran into a former colleague. Andy and I had worked together for nine months about three years earlier, when he had joined the company I was with to cover a colleague's maternity leave. Andy and I had got on very well and had found we had a lot in common. He was quite straight acting and I had initially been surprised to learn he was gay and lived with his partner. We had worked late together a few times, and one thing had led to another. Andy had confessed that he was a bit bored in his relationship - his partner was exclusively a bottom and, although this suited Andy most of the time, he did like to get fucked now and then. I also got the impression that Andy found his partner a bit unadventurous - he told me his partner didn't like rimming him and he missed that. Andy and I had been flirting for some time and one night we were left on our own in the office and one thing led to another. Within minutes of our last colleague leaving the building, Andy and I were kissing hard. I could feel his cock pushing against his trousers as we kissed and I wasted no time in unzipping his work trousers and pulling them down to his knees along with his pants. Andy had a nice big cock and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and took my head in his hands gently as I sucked him. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" he moaned as I continued to suck him. A few minutes later, Andy was bent over the desk, his pants and trousers down and his arse in the air and I was pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right into his arsehole. He moaned as I rimmed him and then he turned round and I sucked him again. He told me then how much he wanted me to fuck him and asked me if I had a condom. I told him I had some lube but didn't have any condoms. I tried hinting that I might be up for doing it without a condom but Andy was clear - he wouldn't cheat on his boyfriend and not use a condom. In the end, I sucked him off and fingered his arse and as I pushed my finger right up him, he shot a massive load of cum into my mouth. Andy grinned at me as we both pulled up our pants. "I'm definitely bringing a condom next time!" The next time we were alone in the office I fucked him. At his request, I used a condom and after that we fucked regularly during the rest of his time with us. Mostly we stayed late and fucked in the office, and when this wasn't possible, we fucked in some woods near the office. Although I was now starting to fuck bare more and more, Andy and I always used condoms. I hadn't seen Andy for a few years when we met up at the conference and soon we were having lunch together and catching up. Andy was still with his partner and said he was quite happy. I got the impression that he was still a bit bored sexually though and a little later he suggested that we both ditch the social event in the evening and maybe go for a drink and something to eat and "maybe spend some time together." I guessed that meant that Andy might be up for some fun and I was definitely up for that. I was mostly fucking bareback now and and I wondered if there was any chance of getting Andy to let me fuck him without a condom. I didn't think it likely, but I always think there's no harm in trying! That evening, Andy and I went to a gay bar with a terrace which looked on to the sea. They served food and soon we were enjoying a good meal and catching up properly. Andy was on good form and once again I was enjoying his company. A little later I noticed we were getting cruised by a couple of guys at the next table. They both looked to be in their mid 30s and both looked quite fit. One was dark haired and quite stocky and the other was a skinhead. Andy had noticed them too and commented on it with a grin, saying if he got the chance he would spread his legs for the skinhead guy. I grinned at him. Andy had had a few drinks by now and his tongue was somewhat loosened. He suggested inviting the two guys over and I told him to go for it. The two guys joined us and proved to be good company. The dark haired stocky guy was called Aiden and the other guy was Sam. After a few more drinks the talk turned to sex. They had asked us if we were a couple and we had said no, just colleagues and then they asked us if we had ever had fun together and we admitted that we had. They told us they were just friends and were out tonight looking for some fun. Andy was flirting heavily with the skinhead guy and I could see the evening might end up with him pairing up with Sam and me with Aiden. To tell the truth, I was really excited by Aiden and I had every intention of letting him fuck me bareback if he wanted me to. After another round of drinks, our talk became more explicit. Aiden said that the two of them liked to go bareback and asked us if we were up for that. To my surprise Andy said "Fuck, yeah!" without hesitation. Aiden looked at me and I nodded "Me too!" I said. The two guys looked at each other and Aiden said "So, you like it risky?" Again it was Andy who said yes first. Aiden and Sam exchanged glances and then Aiden leaned forward and said "Just how risky do you like it?" "What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously. Aiden and Sam exchanged another glance and then they told us. One of them was negative and recently tested, and the other was HIV positive and not on any meds. The one who was positive and not on meds had a viral load that had "gone through the roof." And they weren't going to tell us which was which. I was shocked and I could tell Andy was too. But I was also turned on - more turned on than I had been for a long time. Aiden and Sam said they would go for some drinks and leave us alone for a moment. It was Andy who spoke first. "I'm so fucking hard!" he said "So fucking hard!" He pulled back from the table for a moment and I could see his cock sticking right up in his trousers. I told him I was hard too. "I want to do it." he said "I really want to do it!" I swallowed "So do !!" When Aiden and Sam came back, we told them it was game on. I didn't quite know what to think. I had fucked bareback quite a bit over the years and I knew the risks, but I can honestly say until that moment I had never knowingly chased . Now I couldn't wait to get my pants off and take what might be a high viral load up my arse! I was more turned on than I had ever been - not just at the thought of what I was about to do, but at the thought that Andy, who had always been so adamant about safe sex, was going to do it too! We finished our drinks and made our way back to the hotel where both Andy and I were staying and soon we had all piled into my room. This was an added turn on - I had assumed that Aiden and I would use my room and Andy and Sam would use Andy's room. I was now more turned on than ever! Aiden and Sam were in control now. They both got their cocks out and told us to suck them. Andy and I both obeyed and it was a real turn on to see Andy sucking Sam's cock as I took Aiden's into my mouth and began to suck him. After we had sucked them for a while, they both knelt up on the bed and told us to lick their arses. Aiden had a really fit arse, firm and hairy and I wasted no time in getting my tongue right up his hairy hole. He moaned and I pushed my tongue as far up him as I could. From the sounds Sam was making, I could tell that Andy was making a good job of licking out his hole too. After a while, they told us to strip off and then told us to bend over the bed and let them see our holes. I was hard as a rock as we both bent over and pulled our cheeks apart, exposing our arseholes to the two guys - and I could see that Andy was too. I couldn't wait to see Andy take it bareback and for him to see me taking it too! A short time later I got what I wanted - I was kneeling up on the bed and Aiden was pushing his big, thick cock up my unprotected arse. I heard a groan from Andy and looked over to where he too was kneeling on the bed taking a big bare cock up his arse. I was so fucking turned on! The two guys began to fuck and I can honestly say I could not remember when I had enjoyed a fuck so much. I had a perfect view of Andy, who was on his back now, being fucked by Sam's big, thick cock and he was moaning "Fuck me, oh fuck me, please fuck me!" as Sam began to fuck him harder. They fucked us for what seemed like a long time and I could tell they were both getting close. It would soon be too late for either Andy or I to change our minds - but I had no intention of changing my mind and it didn't look like Andy had either. He was begging Sam to breed him telling him how much he wanted it. "Do you want it too?" asked Aiden as he continued to thrust hard up my arse. "Yes!" I moaned "I want it too!" A short time later I got it! It was one of these times when I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse - and the knowledge that it might be highly toxic cum just seemed to make the whole experience even hornier! Andy was now also being bred and was almost crying as he told Sam how much he wanted it and how much he deserved it. I didn't think things could get any hornier as Aiden pulled out of my arse, but he motioned to me to lie on my back and then he lifted my legs up and I felt his big hard cock push up my arse again. Sam was still inside Andy and he began to thrust his cock into Andy's arse, slowly at first and then a little bit harder. We were both being fucked again! This time they fucked Andy and I side by side, both on our backs with our legs in the air, both cheating on our partners and both knowing that we might already be infected with HIV! When they had both dumped another load up us, Aiden and Sam got dressed and left Andy and I lying on the bed, covered in sweat and cum, both our arseholes wrecked! The next morning Andy and I were both back at the conference - smartly dressed and looking professional as ever. As I sat next to Andy listening to the conference speakers, I was still incredibly turned on by what we had done and even more turned on by the knowledge that either Andy was going home to his partner with a special gift up his arse, or I was!

I arrived at the generous handsome bear's hotel room door at 8 p.m. sharp. Part of me was scared as hell; what the fuck was I thinking? How many guys was I offering my ass to? Would any of them be toxic? Holy fuckin shit, why hadn't I gotten on PreP? I'd had so many opportunities. How Could I have been so fuckin lazy? But the bigger part of me had little room for these worries. It was consumed with anticipatory questions. How big is the bear's cock? How many different raw cocks would get into me? How many delicious loads would paint my gut walls? How many would be dangerously toxic? Would they tell me before knocking me up? Would I go ahead and take their poison anyway? Fuck, how I love the danger! The bear answered the door in a plush white bath robe that showed off the thick grey hair matting his chest and the beautiful tan of his skin. Another question rushed in ... does he have a tan line, or like me take the sun naked. I was willing to wager ... no tan line. He didn't only have a room but a luxurious suite. He pulled me in for a hug and passionate kiss and soon maneuvered me towards the couch. His bathrobe was dropped and most of my questions were answered. Especially the size of his member. Only semi erect and it was already thick and eight inches long. Maybe he is a shower not a grower I thought. Not so, when I got it in my mouth it became beer can thick and eventually 12 inches in length. Holy shit, I thought, what have I got myself into . Despite my reservations I performed oral for the next 5 minutes. Then he reminded me my offer included fucking my face. I grabbed his hips and impaled him balls deep down my throat. It was only a couple minutes but he pounded my face. I was coughing and spitting up a storm. "Get out of your clothes slut, time for me to get acquainted with your ass." He ordered. I quickly stripped and bent over the arm of the couch. Soon he was rimming my hole like an expert, always focused on getting me wetter and wetter. When his tounge started to fuck me I was in heaven, completely forgetting what was about to come. Then his mouth left my hole and I could feel his raw mushroom head teasing my rear entry. Refusing to give into my fears I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to impale myself on the head of his monster. I was in utterly unbearable pain, but there was no way I was going to pull away, or ask him to stop. I owed him a great thank you fuck and come hell or high water he was going to have free access to my tight hole. I just kept breathing deeply and pushing back until he was balls deep. He didn't wait for permission, he just took that as permission to power fuck my ass. For the next half hour it only got more and more intense. And then he went into overdrive and I knew his load was close. Inside my ass started to feel like a cum tsunami. Blast after Blast of his hot cum painted my gut walls. Then he collapsed on my back and lay there regaining his breath. It was only after a moment that I began to think and fear this might be it. Just him, no buddies. I decided to take the high road and not complain. He finally climbed off me and pointed me towards the bathroom door. He encouraged me to make myself comfortable and take the second door that led into the bedroom when I was ready. Damn I thought. Only him and no toxic excitement. But if that's what he wanted for his money, who was I to complain.

The guy that drew number 4 place was my idea of a perfect dream fuck. 6' 3", natural Mediterranean tan, thick mat of black hair on his chest, arms, shoulders, back and ass. Probably 200 pounds of solid muscle. Full beard and mustache on his handsome smiling face. I'd been watching him interact with the other guys. He was that special sort of person that connected with everyone as if they were the only person in the room. In the gaze of his beautiful big brown eyes your heart couldn't help but melt. He was the only one to speak to me before we made out. "I hear you are very generous in supporting a cause very close to each of us guys. I'm delighted to meet you. " and he leaned in and kissed me. I responded"The pleasure is all mine. Besides your friend was amazingly generous , I needed to say thanks to him. And I feel like I just keep getting more, fuckin awesome, thanks. " His deep baritone voice made every hair on my body stand on edge. "Well I look forward to gifting you some more. " And with that my legs were lifted over his shoulders and his 8 inch raw manhood was eased into my eager ass. Balls deep he checked to be sure I was OK. Then he kissed square on the lips and it began. We didn't fuck ... we made love. He was an awesome combination of gentle yet firm, strong yet tender. Between passionate kisses he cooed his enjoyment of my wet hot ass in my ear. I couldn't help but moan my pleasure and excitement. This was so enjoyable, I lost track of time. I also didn't want it to end. Finally I noticed his pace pick up and for the first time he wasn't hugging me chest to furry chest. I watched his beautiful smiling face and took in his powerful hairy torso. That's when I saw the tattoo hiding in his thick black hair just under his left collar bone. A four inch biohazard! I quickly looked under the other collar bone and sure enough there was another tattoo, a six inch scorpion. He didn't miss the look on my face, smiled and nodded as if to say without words, 'yup, I'm about to gift you for life!'. As I was frantically wanting to pull away, reverse this course, I heard my voice; "Fuck yeah, cum in my ass, poz my negative ass, knock me up you gorgeous stud." He was blasting away before I was half way through my declaration. I was in the midst of a hands free orgasm spray both our faces, chests and stomachs. Meanwhile my ass was also orgasming, milking his dangerous tool. I counted eight pulses from his toxic canoon. When I caught my breath I moaned, "Holy fuck man, you just pozzed my vulnerable ass didn't you?" He responded, "Well yeah. But that was the third unmedicated poz load to paint your guts tonight." The sunken face daddy and the albino raised their hands and smiled. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I had three strangers poz loads in my ass which was definitely stretched, torn and incredibly vulnerable after being fucked by the handsome bear's mammoth cock. My handsome prince then spoke again. "3 highly toxic loads in you, and 4 more yet to come. I hope you knew when you offered yourself tonight you would be leaving knocked up. That or you have incredible luck if you're not chasing. " I sighed, " Fuck man! I’m not chasing! But this is fucking incredible . Thanks "

I peed and had a quick shower being sure to keep my ass tight. I didn't want the handsome bear's cum to be anywhere but in my gut. When I left the bathroom through the bedroom door I walked into a full fledged orgy of 8 smoking hot guys. How had I not heard any of this? Guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. The host was legs up on his back being fucked by the cutest blonde cub. When he saw me he gently tapped the cub off him,stood and raised his hand. Silence decended on the room before he spoke for all to hear. "The orgy is over boys. Our guest of honor is here. " Walking over and placing a hand on my shoulder he continued. "He's stretched and prelubed with my cum. And he's here for all your loads. No questions asked, no load refused. He's negative and not on PreP. Draw a number from this jar to determine the order you get to breed his ass." #! Was a very tall, hairless albino. His cock was a nice thickness and ten inches with no curve. He waisted not time slipping it into me as I lay on the side of the king size bed my feet in the air. No for play, no kissing, nothing. Straight in and right to fucking. His only words about 12 strokes in, "I don't last long ." True to his word he was unloading. Only when he finished cumming did he bend down and kiss me. As he pulled out he declared for all to hear, "Next." And the next guy was almost his complete opposite. 5' 4", black, muscular, with a rock solid 5 inch cock that curved up and to the right. This guy started by sucking my cock for a bit followed by some sensual kissing as he guided his raw rod into my cummy ass. Once balls deep he instructed me that his tits were wired to his cock. I latched onto both of them with my hands. He may have been smaller in stature but his fuck was more powerful and lasted 10 minutes. Then he asked; "You ready?" I eagerly responded; "Cum in me, breed my ass. " And he did with ten powerful convulsions! #3 appeared to be in his mid sixties. Still in good physical shape, a life long gym bunny I suspect. Although fit his handsome face did seem a bit gaunt and sunken. He was moderately hairy with an amazing bubble but. His cock was hard and quite average. He kissed me on the lips as he wasted no time mounting me once again missionary. Watching his face as he raw dogged me I thought, 'this is the one,. He'll declare his status poz as he breeds me'. But no. When I could tell he was close he spoke up. "I'm ready slut. Tell me you want it inside. " "Fuck yeah man, cum in me!" He howled like a wolf as blast after blast shot into me. Four fuckin strangers loads mixed in my ass in less than 1 hour. This was amazing. I suspected one was poz but was surprised he didn't say so. Maybe not. Maybe I was going to get away with my foolhardy offer. I really wasn't chasing, but fuck the excitement of the danger was bloody awesome. At least four more loads to go. How might the Russian Roulette Wheel spin. With four loads I just wanted more. My attitude was an enthusiastic, 'bring those raw cocks and loads boys!'

So I'm just back from GC. I went to a sex club for the first time. The Factory. 5 mins max from my hotel. I got there and stripped off just leaving my fuck boy jock. I went downstairs and searched for a top. In one of the rooms I saw a tanned, bearded, hairy Spanish dude. In his thirties. Hot as fuck. I walked towards him. As he got closer I could smell his sweat. Not stale, just overpowering male sweat. I walked towards him and our eyes locked. When I was directly in front of him I lifted one of his arms and started licking furiously his armpit. I was devouring his sweat and essence. It drove him insane. He then lifted his other arm and instructed me to do the same. I obviously obliged willingly. We then kissed passionately and his finger went down to my pre lubed hole. It slid in instantly. I was so fucking turned on by his sweat that I wanted him to devour me. He the put his hand at the back of my neck and led/pushed me towards a sort of fuck bench. I submitted fully and got onto the bench, kneeling and face to the wall. He entered me in one swift aggressive movement. I could smell his sweat getting stronger again as he fucked me. It was animal. Primevil. I was his complete and utter bitch and he knew it. He shot his load into me but stayed inside me, not letting me leave. I was held captive as his DNA was sleeping out of my hole. After a minute or so, he pulled out. As he did so, he noticed a puddle of his come had leaked out onto the PVC. As I stood up, he put his hand on the back of my neck again and pushed my face towards the come puddle. I cleaned it without any hesitation, tasting the combination of his salty sperm, sweat and the pvc plastic. I felt complete. Used, but fulfilled. Dominated and degraded. Everything I was looking for. I then moved around to look for my next dominant... To be continued...

Two buddies and I had a great morning riding the rail trail out of Vernon BC. There was a clear blue sky and a light breeze and the temperature was perfect for peddling. We did work up quite a thirst on the long dusty trail so we were very happy to come across a pub right on the lake at lunch time. We ordered a pitcher of beer and the burger special of the day as we sat with a nice view on the deck. The tall glasses of cold beer hit the spot. A handsome big bear of a man sat alone at the table next to ours. After a time it became clear he was not taking in the view. He was turning to get a good look at my friends and I. I do a bike rally each year to raise funds for an agency that provides care for people living with HIV/AIDS. For this days ride I had provided each of my friends with a riding shirt from this particular fund raiser. The bear finally caught my attention and asked about the shirts. I told him about the organization and the 6 day fundraising ride. He became quite intrigued and asked intelligent relevant questions. "So do all three of you do these rides?" I responded; "No, just me. I'm training for my 12th year in a row. " His attention returned to the shirts. "The shirts all have different years on them and they all say, 'Top Fund Raiser ' , dose that mean you raised more than everyone else each of those years. " "No, no, no" I protested, "It just means I raised more than $6000 dollars each of those years. Everyone who raises at least that much gets a 'Top Fundraiser' shirt." "That’s a considerable amount, congratulations. What's the most you have raised?" "10,000 last summer, I'm almost up to $8000 in for this year's ride." I shared. By this point my buddies and I had finished our beer and burgers. They excused themselves to go to the washroom so it was just me and this curious handsome bear. "Impressive" he said, "Why don't I help you out with a donation? I lost a lot of friends back in the day. Can I donate with my phone on line?" "Sure. " I responded with surprise in my voice. We linked contact information and I sent him my donation link. I cinfirmed my suspicion that he was American and warned him he wouldn't be able to get a 'tax receipt. "I don't care about that. " He said. He spent a moment on his phone and announced, "There, it's done." I figured it would be best to send him my thank you email followup right away before I forgot, and since I still had my participant page open I checked the latest donation amount. I anticipated $50 at the most. My eyes bulged out of my head. I was confused by the number of zeros and had to count 2 or three times to be sure. He had donated $10,000. "Holy fuck man ... I .... awe ...um ... I'm speechless. How can I ever thank you?" Only now did I clue into the fact that he had been cruising me all along. I suddenly realized my friends knew and were probably fucking each other's brains out in the restaurant bathroom, they wouldn't be back soon. Having had a chance to catch my breath and compose my thoughts I repeated; "Fuck man, I’m serious What can I do to thank you? Anything you want ." He grind seductively; "Can I fuck you?" "Holy fuckin shit man, for that amount of money you can fuck my mouth and ass. Seriously! And bring along all your buddies for that matter." I offered. "Condoms?" He asked. "Like I said , anything you want. They hurt more, especially if you and your friends are big, but for your donation, whatever the fuck you want. My mouth, my ass their yours for one night. " "So you are saying my buddies and I can gang bang fuck your slutty ass bareback ?" "Christ, I would be honored to let everyone of you breed me no questions asked. For that donation use me, abuse me... hell, for that much knock me up for all I care." Itwashisturntosoundsurprised: "Sorry, I assumed you were already poz. So are you negative?" I answered" According to my last test results two weeks ago. As long as the dozen guys that bred me since then weren't toxic, I 'm still negative. And toxic guys usually crow as they breed me. Non have recently " "But aren't you on PreP?" He inquired. "Nope, I've just been to fuckin lazy to get around to it to tell you the honest truth. " "Night after next, come to my hotel room for 8 p.m. . " He handed me a note with the details, shock my hand, kissed me on the lips and left the restaurant. My buddies returned then looking quite flushed and putting their riding shirts back on. As we retraced our path up the lake I shared what had occurred while they were fucking. They wouldn't believe me. They also thought I was on PreP so I didn't share that detail. Fuck, I couldn't believe me either. But there was no way I wasn't going to be at that hotel door at 8 p.m. sharp.

“Warren?” Peter said “Yup, it’s me” Warren said then looked around at the people surrounding them. Then he picked up the chart on the end of Peter’s bed and ran through it quickly “You are here because you are not responding to meds anymore. Basically this place is just a roof over your head while we wait to see if this experiment works. Medically we can’t do anything for you” He said in a professional tone “We?” Peter asked pulling a blanket over his naked body and Apollo’s “Ok folks!” The man named Tommy said “Lets give these people some privacy! This was not meant to be a spectator event!” Several people blushed and everyone dispersed, though some stayed just in ear shot “I work here Peter, I’m a Hospice nurse. You might know that if you had bothered to contact anyone in the family in the last decade” Warren said, his voice a mix of anger and caring concern “Baby this is not the place” Ted said gently “That’s exactly what I was getting at” Warren said “I want you to come home with us. I can take care of you for what you need and honestly Peter, you are my last living blood kin and if this experiment works or not I want to get to know my brother, whatever time we have left” Warren said “Oh by the way, this is my husband Ted” “Nice to meet you” Ted said, though it sounded a bit strained “What about Apollo?” Peter asked “Call me Apex Peter. And I live with them already. They are my lovers and very, very important to me. I love them both. In the long run they may have saved me from going insane” Apex said looking at Warren and Ted It was the first time any of the three had said the word love in regards to their new partners but it was a declaration Apex felt he needed to make and they needed to hear “Apex?” Peter asked sounding confused “Apex is who I am now. Apollo is my legal name but I’m not comfortable with it any more. Apollo was the boy you hurt. Apex is the man I am now; We can talk about it later” Apex said “Will you come home with us?” Warren asked his brother and Peter nodded Dr. Cole signed the release papers and the four of them got into Warren’s car as he drove them home Apex used the drive tome to sort out his thoughts and feelings and made some decisions They moved Peter into the guest bedroom that used t be Apex’s and then sat around the kitchen table to discuss things Peter sat across from Apex with Ted and Warren to the sides Apex reached out and took Warren and Ted’s hands in his then looked directly at Peter “I love you Peter, I can’t help it, it’s built into my soul and I want to make you part of my life. But you have to know Warren and Ted ARE my life now and as long as they will have me I want to be with them. I chose to love them and I just hope they chose to love me back” Apex said to him He was feeling a mix of love for Peter and protectiveness for his lovers and the protectiveness was stronger “We do” Ted said, “We have talked about it but didn’t want to say anything and rush you” and Warren nodded “They are to me what I was to you when we met. They love me and try to show that every day. I’m not going to make the same mistake you did and throw that away:" Apex said and he looked at each of his lovers with a question in his eyes, they both nodded, knowing what he wanted “Peter, If you want to be part of my life you have to accept that you will never have all of me. Maybe you can become part of us or maybe you will only want to be with me. Whatever you do will have to fit into my life with these two.” He said firmly “It’s more than I deserve” Peter said looking down “I don't know if I have much time left and if I don’t, I want to spend what I have with you, Warren and his husband. I really don’t know any of you any more and I want to use what time I have left remedying that” “What did you mean when you said that man was the reason you were in the hospice?” Apex asked him Peter blushed and looked away “I had a good, steady job with benefits and health insurance. Mast… He never kept a job long. When we both had to go on meds he would take mine when he didn’t have insurance. It happened several times and…” ‘They lost effectiveness for you” Warren finished for him “Peter! How could you let him do that to you?” he demanded “Easy baby” Ted said “After what I did to Apollo I was so broken and he just built on that. He had me convinced I was worthless and deserved what he did to me, At first it was hot to be treated that way. I craved it, but eventually it just became torment. He always told me no one could ever love me abd I was lucky to have him and I was so twisted I believed him. Then I got laid off and I was getting sicker so he threw me out. I think he found a new boy and replaced me” Peter said not looking at any of them “I am setting up counseling sessions for you starting as soon as we can get you seen” Warren said, his nostrils flaring with anger “And if I ever get my hands on this Vince he will be sorry he was ever born” “I can’t afford that” Peter said sadly “I was in Hospice because it was a free program in the city I lived in” “Don’t worry about the cost” Apex said “But…” Peter said “Shut up and let us help you” Warren snapped at him and then he thought of something. He wrestled with his conscience and finally brought up something that was inevitable anyway “Apex, you have the best health insurance I have ever seen, You paid $10 for that antibiotic and it’s non formulary on most plans. If you marry Peter you can put him on your plan. We all know it’s going to happen eventually. I trust you to keep your word and stay with us even if you do and it would save a lot of money. Besides, if he doesn’t have much time left you two should be together for that time” Warren said quietly but sincerely. That statement had cost him a lot “The money isn’t an issue for me” Apex said stiffly “But Peter’s possible life span is” Ted said just as quietly and sincerely as Warren “Are you two trying to get rid of me now? Besides, I don't even know if Peter wants to marry me!” Apollo said Peter’s face was a study in conflicting emotions, Love and hope warred with self loathing and despair “Do you want to marry me Peter? Will you?” Apollo asked almost shyly “Ted and Warren are right. I knew I wanted to marry you as soon as I realized ot was you, I jost had to make sure you knew they would never be out of my life and you had to share me” Peter looked at him and said “Under three conditions. First. I want you to have a prenup drawn up completely protecting your assets from me. I get nothing from you if we divorce,. Second. That you SWEAR to me and these two that you will never leave them for me. I will divorce you if you do that. Third, That you DO NOT give me access to your finances. If Mast… Vince ever found out I was married to a rich man. He would try to take advantage of it and me. If you meet my conditions I won’t be able to hurt you and he will stay away” “Please, I hate him but I can’t resist him. His control is built into me. I never want to see him again. Don’t give him a reason to come back into my life” Peter pleaded Apex fought down his anger that the man he loved was so broken “I will do as you ask, but everything but the part about Ted and Warren goes out the window if Vince is ever no longer a threat OR your therapist says you can be trusted” he said then he thought of one more thing Peter needed to know He told him about his lifestyle, how he pozzed neg boys who were straight or cheating. It was something he had no intention of grieving up for anyone “I regret leaving you not pozzing you. I pozzed several people and it always gives me a head rush. I only stopped when I learned I was resistant to meds, I didn't want to pass that on” Peter said “If I only have a little time left I want to spend that with Apollo but if I have longer I want to try to be part of what you three have if you will let me: Peter said to his brother and his husband “I think incest could be hot” Warren said with a smile “I'd like to watch that” Ted said smiling too “I think I need a nap” Peter said “So much has happened today and I didn't sleep well last night” As he went to his bedroom Apex went out on the back patio to make some phone calls First he called his lawyers and requested several things be drawn up and overnighted to him. Then he called the courthouse and found out what was involved in getting married. He was advised that if he was in a rush that a quick trip over the border into the neighboring state would vastly sped things up when he asked what the shortest time it could be done in was Then he called his mom “Mama, I’m getting married, probably in three days and there are some people who are very important to me I want you to meet. Will you fly out? I want you here for it” he said. He had not visited in many years but he called his mom at least once a week “Well, that's a surprise! And who, pray tell, is my confirmed bachelor of a son marrying in such a rush?” She asked but she sounded pleased “The only man I would ever consider marrying. The only man I have ever loved until recently” Apollo told his mon, bracing for an explosion Isn’t it off how we all turn into little boys when our mom is mad at us? There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment then finally “I see, and how long has Peter been back in your life?” she said and she did not sound pleased anymore Apollo looked at his watch “About 6 hours” he responded holding the phone away from his ear quickly The next door neighbor looked up at what sounded like a woman in the distance yelling “WHAT???” “Calm down Mama! Please!” Apollo pleaded and the he told him a VERT edited and cleaned up version of today’s events, finishing with the fact that he couldn’t wait because Peter may not have much time left and that Apollo could not imagine what never being Peter’s husband, if only for a little while would do him now that they had found each other again “You are such a good, loving boy Apollo but are you sure?” She asked “Absolutely, Mama” He said “Then you have to do it” She said simply “You will come?” he asked “Yes I will come. I would not miss your wedding for anything” she said “Listen, I need you to call Uncle Chris for me. I need a favor. Someone needs to be dealt with” he said and told her about Vince and what he had done to Peter “That poor boy. He made a mistake but no one deserves that” she said “I will call your Uncle and he will get it dealt with” she promised The day after a package arrived from Apex’s lawyer. In it was the requested prenup as well as documents granting Warren and Ted every right a spouse would have and an agreement that if Apex was ever incapacitated that Warren would make medical decisions for him, Ted would make financial ones and Peter would not challenge either one Apollo’s Uncle ran the docks in a major northwestern sea port and lets just say he let some very interesting things slip through that maybe he shouldn’t The day before the wedding Vince got pulled over for a broken tail light. The officer said he thought he smelled something and searched the car. In the trunk he found some of those things Apollo’s Uncle let slip through the port. Quite a lot actually The office was skeptical of Vince’s claim that he had never seen those things before. The D.A, believed him even less and the Feds didn’t believe him at all. The bust was big enough to make the national newspaper and Apollo put the story in a nice frame to give to Peter as a wedding gift I will pause here to acknowledge that considering hos lifestyle and preferences that Apex was being just the tiniest bit hypocritical here but he had never damaged anyone the way Peter had been damaged and what’s a little hypocrisy among friends? We all are hypocrites now and then Apollo’s mom arrived the day of the wedding. He had hired a Limo big enough to take the five of them across the border to a wedding chapel he had rented for the day and where a Justice of the Peace waited. He and Peter had gotten the marriage license the day before No one in the Limo noticed the four other Limos following them till they got to the chapel and most of the members of Apollo’s family got out of them to Apollo’s shock and happy surprise. Even Apollo’s dad and his husband were there… The wedding was beautiful and Apollo's Uncle threw them an impromptu reception at a famous steak house a business associate of his owned His Uncle pulled him aside and said “I did you a favor now you will do me one. I know the situation and when it resolves one way or the other you WILL come home for a visit, either with your husband or to let your family help you through his loss. We are all praying for you both” Apollo nodded with tears in his eyes. Not for the thought that he might lose Peter, he was not very worried about that. He had been further along than Peter and they had had the same strain after all. He teared up for the love and acceptance his orthodox family was showing him and his new husband That night when he and Peter got into bed Peter felt something hard under his pillow and pulled out the framed story of Vince’s arrest and his eyes widened as it sank in. “You just happened to find this in the newspaper and I have never seen you with a newspaper in my life?” He said “Yup! Pure coincidence!” Apex said nodding innocently “And Vince was never into that stuff. He hated even the thought of it” Peter continued suspiciously “Maybe that was a pose so people wouldn’t figure it out” Apex said in that same innocent voice “And Vince was broke all the time. He never had money” Peter went on “Again a pose to fool people. You do realize you have called him Vince twice now don’t you?” Apex said “I don’t know how you did this and I really don't want to know but thank you Baby” Peter said gently, setting the frame on the nightstand, then they made love carefully, Peter was still frail and they had done a lot that day Apex remembered something as Peter lay sleeping with his head on his new husband’s chest “You in there?” He thought at the Dark voice in his mind “I’m here most of the time” The voice said “Care to explain what you said back in the Hospice?” Apex asked “It’s relatively simple. Peter is your perfect match. The spirit your spirit was meant to be with and has been with in thousands of past lives. It makes things a bit sticky for me. Because you are with your perfect match you could drive me out if you wanted to. I have to have permission to stay” the Dark voice said Apex thought back and the voice had actually started talking to him when Peter started seeing Vince “Did you arrange our breakup? Were you behind the whole thing?” he thought angrily “Not the breakup actually, I was just drawn to the situation though.- I did influence things to get you infected with that virus but Peter met Vince totally on his own” the voice replied “I just took advantage of the situation” “Why are you being so honest with me? You could have just said no and kedt it at that” He asked still somewhat angry The voice sighed “I wish you hadn’t asked that. Ok, When you are with your perfect match I can’t deceive you. I have to answer your questions truthfully because your permission to let me stay has to be made based om the truth. I REALLY hate that rule but it is a rule. If I lie to you I have to leave and can't come back. I have had more fun with you than anyone ever so I’m following the rules to th letter” it said “Ok, if you want to stay I am asking you to never hide anything from me if it could hurt me or someone I love or care about. Do we have a deal? Oh and none of this convincing yourself that harm is actually good in some way. Let me know and I will decide.” He though The Dark voice cursed in several languages. Only a few of which Apex knew then finally said “We have a deal” “Ok, go away and let me sleep. Talk to you soon” Apex thought with a smirk The Dark voice growled but went away “Apollo, who are you talking to? I don’t recognize that other voice” Peter asked still half asleep “No one Babe, go back to sleep” He said kissing the to[[ pf that blonde head He was tired too so it didn’t register that Peter had heard a conversation that had taken place inside his head There was a small follow up story in the paper the next day about even more of that stuff had been found in Vince's house and in a storage unit he rented bit they didn’t see that one. None of them ever read the paper Apollo’s mom stayed for a few days and didn't batt an eye when he introduced Warren and Ted as his lovers the day after the wedding. They didn't mention that Peter and Warren were brothers though. That may have been a bit to much for her “Yesterday morning I had one son, today I have four. I’m a lucky woman” She said “Mrs. Preda…” Warren started a bit awkwardly “Mama!” she said cutting you off “I am Mama to all of you from now on and that's the final word on it” and she stared at them all imperiously “Yes Mama” They all said finally. Not even Warren was a match for Mama Preda She took to Warren like she had known him all her life and she adored Ted by the time she left. She was still of two minds about Peter, It depended on how he treated her son They had a scare when Peter got sick about a month after the wedding but after a 2 day low fever he recovered A month later he had put on a couple pounds and he was looking better. A month after that his test results showed The Angle Strain was now dominant and his numbers were coming up. He was going to make it He stood up for his brother at their vow renewal and Apex stood up for Ted as they pledged themselves to each other for a 2nd time in a beautiful ceremony Apex’s wedding gift to them was a trip. They would accompany he and Peter to visit Apex’s family for two weeks, though Warren and Ted would stay in a beautiful bungalow on a cliff overlooking the ocean that had easy beach access, while Apex and Peter would stay with Mama Preda. The bungalow was only a 30 minute drive from town so they would have plenty of time with the family and plenty of privacy They threw a huge party the day after they arrived and Mama Preda got everyone's attention and then grabbed Ted and Warren who had been hanging back ri avoid notice “You all know Apollo married Peter recently but before that he was in a polyamorous relationship with his two life partners, Ted and Warren here. I believe Peter has joined that relationship and they are all life partners now. I accept this and I look on Ted and Warren as my sons just like I do Peter. Please welcome all three to the family. Oh and you can look up polyamorous yourself. I had to” She said And that was that. Mama Preda said it and it was done, Any doubts who ruled this family? Peter looked a little apprehensive though “Am I part of your relationship?” “Do you want to be?” Ted asked and he took one of Peter’s hands “Yes, do you?” Warren asked taking his brothers other hand Peter indeed with tears in his eyes Apollo came up behind Peter and wrapped his arms around all three crushing them together in a tight hug “Mine forever!” he said possessively “All three of you4 and I am yours” They all repeated his words “Mine forever! All three of you and I am yours” and it was a vow and a bond There is just one thing” Warren said “I think we need a new house because we definitely need a bigger bed” “We will have a house designed and built, I already know what the bathroom will look like” He said remembering his recurring dream Two days later Apollo’s little cousin Ari turned 18 and there was another party. The four of them went to help set up “Little Ari” was not so little any more. He was tall as Apollo at six foot six but much more muscular. He looked like a golden haired and furred Greek god straight down from Olympus. His eyes were a blue so pale the looked silver in some lights Before the party began Ari approached the four of them and gave them all a slightly more than warm hug “I know what I want from my birthday from you four” he said “though I’m not sure you can give it to me” “And what is that Ari?” Apollo said but he had a guess “I want all four of you to take my virginity but I want Cousin Peter’s loads bare. I know what makes you look like that and you are so hot and beautiful. I want to look like that someday. I had a neighbor with HIV when I was younger. He looked just like that and I lusted after him but he never knew. He went on meds and moved away last year” he said looking at Peter with longing and lust in his eyes “That’s why I don’t know if you can give it to me. I know your health is improving but that it was a close thing. Are you medicated or can you transmit it?” he asked. In his youth he didn't realize what he was asking could offend some people but not these people. Four cocks grew rock hard “We are all poz and toxic Ari, but we can’t give it to you because the family would kill us” Apex says as his predatory side came out, wanting to infect this boy so bad “Why do you want it anyway?” “I’m going to college in a couple months and no one expects an 18 year old to be poz. I will be able to infect so many guys!” He said and a fifth cock got rock hard “And they won’t kill you if they don’t know!” “You two are staying out at the beach” he said, indicating Ted and Warren “I am supposed to go on a camping trip alone in a couple days, I do it all the time since my dad stopped hoping last year. The campground is only a mile or so away from where you are staying and my site is isolated/ so if I hike down to the beach I can be there in just a few minutes. I will swear I got it at college because a lot of guys are going to get infected. I really want to see if I can get a few drunk straight guys at the fraternity parties” Apex remembered that his mom had told him that Ari had suggested the bungalow he rented for Warren and Ted. This was a devious young man. He might have to start calling him Ari Predator and that gave him an idea to think about later “You two come out to the beach for a three day visit with your life partners and we fuck for three days. I should be poz by the end of that.” Ari finished “You have this all thought out” Peter said “And I for one would be happy to infect you if you really want it” “I want you to be my first cousin Peter” Ari said “I would be honored” Peter said smiling warmly Ari walked away smiling to greet the guest coming in “The only problem is he will never get like Peter is now because the Angel Strain doesn’t do that” Warren said “I am going to try to recruit that young man and I can make him look like he wants if he accepts me, like I did it to you, Apex” The Dark voice said to Apex in his head “Who was that?” Peter, Warren and Ted all said together looking around “Oh good! You all heard me! I have been trying for weeks! I want you all!” The Dark voice said excitedly Apex motioned with his head and they all stepped back into a hallway. He explained about the Dark voice and what it had done to and for him with the voice adding comments here and there, making them believe everything Apex told them “Are Warren and Ted a perfect match like Peter and I are?: Apex asked and the voice swore in several languages again but finally said yes grudgingly “Tell them what that means and this goes for you too Peter” Apex said The voice went through it all again “I can do some nice things for you, You two saw the work I did on Apex after he found out he had the Angel Strain. I can change your bodies somewhat” The Darkness told them and it made some suggestions. “You could call it a sign on bonus” it finished “Cab you make me healthy and sturdy enough to take a good fucking from Apex but keep me looking like this on top of that?” Peter asked “Nothing simpler” it said “Would you all mind?” Peter asked the other three and they all said he was beautiful like he was and so sexy “I don’t need what you offered, I’m happy like I am” Ted said “Nit I reserve the right to ask for something in the future” “That’s fair” The voice said Apex told them what questions to ask to make the voice always totally honest with them and the voice grumbled as they all made the same bargain Apex had All three felt The Darkness take up residency in their minds and both Peter and Warren felt their underwear get tighter. Peter felt his body grow sturdier and stronger They had to get some place privat and see The Darkness’s handiwork so they went and hugged Ari and wished him a happy birthday and then told Mama that they were going to go to the beach for a few days but they would have nearly a week left when they came back They swung by Mama’s house and grabbed their suitcases and headed for the Bungalow When they got there they put their bags in the 2nd bedroom and all headed into the main one They stripped and naturally Apex and Ted were unchanged but Warren was now totally smooth and had a muscle tone he had never achieved before. Pater was sturdier but if anything more thin and gaunt/ The real difference was what flopped out of their underwear. They had both had about 6 ½ inches that had been very chubby. What was there now was almost frightening. Warren now had 9 inches plus a little and it was perfectly smooth like his body, His balls that were huge and hung down low. Peter was just a hair short of 10 inches and it had ropey blue veins. His balls were just a bit larger that Warren’s but what was scary was the girth of their cocks From top to bottom they were every bit as thick as Apex. From side to side they were a full inch and a half thicker. They could lay their hands on top of their had cocks and only have half the thumb stick off the side “Fuck, those things are never going in me” Apex said “Me either” Ted said looking frightened “I would not bet on that” Warren said grinning evilly “I don't bottom” Apex said “Funny, I seem to remember someone saying that his Peter could have his ass any time he wanted” Peter said grinning just as evilly “That was over a decade ago and you didn’t have that monster then!” Apex said sounding nervous “You didn’t put an expiration date on it my love, someone has been brutalizing everyone else's hole and maybe it’s time he got a taste of his own medicine” Peter said as he and Warren advanced on their husbands slowly ************************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: OUCH? and The Predator Family The Apex/Apollo thing is just what side of his personality is dominant at the moment. Either the Predator or the soft emotional side/ It’s not a split personality in the classic sense and can flip in an instant. Apollo is healing and coming out more but Apex will always be the dominant side Let me know what you think! Scanbu

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

Excellent! Got me squirting!

So I was out delivering parcels in my van one day ,and as I was approaching a village where I had a few deliveries, I decided to pull into a car park and put the parcels into some sort of order. Iam in the back of my van when I notice a couple of guys going into the little toilet block in the corner of the car park. Never even gave it a thought that this could be an active cottage but over the next 20 minutes there was 6 guys going in. Parcels put in order, I locked the van up and had a walk over. It was a pretty scruffy place. The urinal was "L" shaped and there was some spunk in the trough where someone had unloaded earlier. There was 2 cubicles and the end one had a glory hole in the door. I stood at the urinal and started to work my cock to hardness when I heard the familiar "slap slap slap" of a set of balls banging against an arse. Someone was getting a good fucking in the cubicle. I heard a guy groaning as he came and a minute later he came out of the cubicle and left. I took off my trousers and walked into the cubicle to find a guy bent over the toilet offering his arse to anyone. I asked if it was ok to go in raw and he said it was fine. He said he`d had 3 loads already so he would be well lubed up. I stuck my hard cock against his sloppy hole and slided up no problem. God, it felt good knowing that some spunk was lubricating my cock. As I held on to his hips, I started to really pound him hard. It wasnt long before the familiar feeling started in my balls as my spunk was working its way up my shaft. I told him I was about to come and he reached round and grabbed my arse so I couldnt pull out....not that I would have. I knew it was a big load I delivered up the guys arse by the way he was groaning. When I pulled out he told me it felt great getting such a big load up him As I left there was another guy standing wanking ready to take my place. So I waved him over and asked if it was ok to watch. I got the ok so gave the guy a quick sucking to get him really hard and then fed his cock up the guys arse. It was so horny watching 2 guys fucking and knowing my spunk was already up his hole. The guy pulled his cock out and spurted all over the other guys hole, then pushed his cock back in and finished off. I left and went back to my van. Did my deliveries and went back to the car park. It was empty but I sat in the cubicle with the gory hole and soon a cock was pushed in for me to suck. The owner came straight away in my mouth and left. Another cock was pushed in and I turned round and fed it up my arse. God, he gave me a fucking to remember and when he came I did the same all over the floor. I cleaned up and left. Iam back there this week so will be calling in again

I have made poor decisions because a bottom had a perfect silky pussy I wanted to use again. If that’s simping I’m guilty.

Having read the replies to this topic..all I can say is a lot of you need to travel overseas. Try London vault 139 on their nude nights.. or there used to be a sunday afternoon orgy over near Vaxhaull station (not sure that it's still going but the last time I was there over 100 all ages and sizes and full on fucking.) Berlin during folsom has some huge orgies - over 400 at some of them. Here in Australia (Melbourne) used to have a fuck party called NUD @ club 80 - unfortunately no-longer. Amsterdam has some smaller fun times too.

Of course not. Its not a top's job to make me cum it my job to make him cum. ive grown to be a skilled edger and can go long periods

And actually, this isn't the standard applied to either judges (for recusal) or jurors (for disqualification). Judges are supposed to recuse themselves when there is something (that they've said, done, are, etc.) about them that would make a reasonable person doubt that they could be impartial. I don't think any reasonable person would think a sub-$50 donation to a single Democratic organization renders that judge unable to rule impartially. In fact, the judge bent over backward in Trump's case, giving him multiple opportunities to stop violating his gag order, for instance, before finally holding him in contempt. And even then, he postponed punishment until AFTER the trial, for when sentencing will occur, so that there was no chance the jurors would see him being punished during the trial. Any other defendant would have been taken to the holding cells at the courthouse by the second offense. And anyone who'd done it as many times as Trump did would have been serving 30 days or so, not postponed until after the trial. As for jurors: the standard is similar: the court, on its own, can dismiss any number of potential jurors if they indicate they're unable to render an impartial verdict. In fact, from among the 96 people in the initial jury pool in Trump's case, over half were dismissed that way before either side began striking jurors they thought would be unfavorable. Notably, jurors do NOT have to have never heard of Trump, or even never heard that he has been charged with criminal offenses. They just have to be able to deliver a verdict based on the evidence. And to that end, the prosecution and defense hammer out, with the judge, what are known as jury instructions. Those instructions explain the charges, and what precise things the jurors must - unanimously, since it's a criminal jury - find in order to render a guilty verdict. That language is precise, and it's drilled into the jurors' minds during instructions, and they're free to ask the judge to call them back into explain any instruction again. Moreover: even beyond the "for cause" challenges (which are unlimited) to jurors, Trump's team was allowed ten "peremptory" challenges - that is, striking up to ten juror candidates for any reason at all (save for a "forbidden" reason such as race or sex or ethnicity). Trump's team didn't even use all its peremptory challenges available.

Chapter 4: Let's Hear It “And now, boys, let’s hear it for Mr. Superdick himself, Biiiig Steeeeeve!” Roars and cheers filled the club as Steve ran out onto the “stage”, a tiny platform which let him step up from floor level to the end of the bar. As he did every night, he made sure that his thirteen-inch ramrod was already halfway hard and poking out of the waistband of his jockstrap. His slender but muscled body glistened in the light He worked his way slowly around the broad, polished top of the long horseshoe bar, bumping and grinding, grabbing and fondling his basket, turning around to wiggle and spread his cheeks, dropping down into a crouch to let the guys tuck bills into his jock and cop a feel – and he always rewarded them with a kiss. The next guy was one of the regulars who always gave him a five-spot, so he let the guy actually play with his dick and tug his jockstrap lower to let it out. A couple more quick swipes and touches, and then he saw a face that looked vaguely familiar. The young guy slipped him a ten and received a brilliant smile, a good long touch, and a more than perfunctory kiss. All the time, Steve was trying to figure out whose face it was, but he couldn’t get there. By the time he’d gone all the way around, he had several dozen assorted bills along with other bits of paper tucked into his strap. At this point, he took all the tips out and dropped them on the floor at the back of the stage, then pulled his jock all the way off and let the audience really enjoy the show. With a couple more quick jerks, his cock reached its full awesome size, and then he played with it and jerked it a few times, before pointing it right at the guys in the audience, giving some strong pelvic thrusts. He turned around and played with his ass some more – slipping a finger in three or four times because they’d been really generous. Then, as the song wound down, he gathered up all his stuff, flashed the audience a final suggestive grin, and with one last squeeze and pull on his meat he vanished, to another huge roar of applause. Steve was always the last guy on stage at every show, and none of the other dancers minded because none of them wanted to be the comedown after his regular star turn. Backstage, he checked over the wad of papers in his hand. Pretty good take – just under a hundred dollars, plus a business card for a promotional “expert” offering to represent him, a business card from a financial “expert” offering to handle all his money for him, and three phone numbers with no names on them. A typical mixture. He chuckled as he dropped the phone numbers and business cards into the trash can. On the final show of the night, the dancers were encouraged to be more “creative.” Some of them would hook up in pairs, doing short bits of ass eating and cock sucking. For Steve, though, it was always solo all the way. “Get more creative” was his cue to do a second trip around the bar after he’d stripped off his jock and let one and all get a handful of his enormous dick. As he circled slowly through the room, he let the generous ones get in a few strokes and jerks, since the juice was (as always) gleaming on the tip by this point. The vaguely familiar guy slipped him another ten and he pulled the young guy in to let him kiss and lick the head in return. Once the last show was over, he got dressed – in a skintight cropped tee shirt and short shorts that looked like they were painted onto him, his usual post-show outfit -- and then it was time to circulate. He headed out into the room with a brilliant smile on his face, meeting guys, answering questions, getting into suggestive conversations. Sometimes he would go home with one of his generous regulars – or even with a younger guy who especially turned his crank. Always for a fee, of course. On this night, though, he was on a mission. He wanted to know who the young man with the vaguely familiar face and the ten-spots was. A tap on his shoulder caused him to turn, and there the guy was. Steve thanked him and kissed him, and the young guy said in his ear, “Awesome to see you again, Adrian.” Steve’s face darkened a bit at that. Time changes all things. It was four years since Adrian Pennyfather had left Exmouth, never to return. By degrees, he’d gotten established on his feet. He and Alex had parted company after half a year, when Alex got tempted by the big money to be earned in the Alberta oilfields, but they remained close and chatted often on video apps. The one significant thing they had done together was to change their names. Neither of them wished to go through life as a “Pennyfather” after what had happened with their family. As Alex so rightly said, “He had murder in his eyes that night. He’d have tried to kill you if I hadn’t grabbed him.” Alex was content to change his surname, but his brother had always hated being “Adrian” anyway and wanted to go the whole hog. And Rotherham? “Steve”, as he would henceforth be called, had heard the tale many times of how his great-grandfather had left the drudge work of the coal mines to become more free and more in charge of his own life as a fisherman. “Rotherham” was the name of the coal mining town in England which his great-grandfather had left behind for good. Steve liked the symbolism, and Alex agreed, with a chuckle, that it worked for him too – so Alex and Steve Rotherham they became. After the brothers had parted company, Steve had first spent a while in Montreal with Matteo, who put him onto a trainer and a good dance coach. The trainer proved to be a dud, but when Steve moved on, it was with a much improved sense of movement and living with his body, and with many hot memories of his nights with Matteo. In Boston, he hooked up with Calum who was happy to see him and to play with him again. Calum had lined him up with the other essential ingredient of his future, a good gym and a really good trainer. That trainer, whose name was Owen, had been plainly infatuated with Steve’s cock, but he had done a good job of working out a training plan, one which focused on his legs and his shoulders, two areas that could and would make Steve look much bigger than his always-slim frame suggested. And Steve had rewarded Owen several times with buttfuls of his juice. All this time, Matteo’s advice was in the back of his mind, and he returned to Canada to jump through the hoops and acquire a proper entertainer’s licence. Thus equipped, he quickly found himself back on the stage at the bar where he had first met Matteo. Exactly as Matteo had foreseen, that huge cock and its ready ability to stand on command had made him a rapid hit with the bar’s regulars. It also made him the target of jealousy from the regular dancers. From then on, he circled through various bars in Montreal and in Toronto, acquiring a reputation, a whole repertoire of useful performing skills, and (eventually) the ability to command a higher headliner’s fee. This was what really got him noticed in the wider gay world, as he got headline billing at a number of major gay circuit events, and thus in turn became “in demand” at other major gay venues, first in North America, and then in Europe as well. Finally, he’d acquired a green card for the USA, and became a regular at a major venue in New York City, between side trips to other party venues, resorts, and the like. Steve Rotherham, or “Big Steve” as he was now known, had arrived. And now, it seemed, so had his old life. He damped down his first inclination to growl at the guy, but he pulled back and looked at him – hard. “I’m Ryan McCrory. You wouldn’t likely remember me, but I was coming along the year behind you in school. I came out to my family six months after you did. And I want to thank you for giving me the courage to do it. I could never have done it if it weren’t for you leading the way. For that, you were my role model.” Steve’s mood lightened right away. The tone in Ryan’s voice told him that the McCrorys hadn’t been one bit friendlier than the Pennyfathers. This wasn’t his old life coming back to haunt him. This was another escapee from the prison. “Steve Rotherham’s the name now. I left Adrian Pennyfather behind for good in Exmouth. Ryan, I’d love to hear more about your story. Care to go someplace quieter and have a drink?” Ryan agreed at once, and a half hour later they were seated in Steve’s living room, with Steve now more conventionally dressed in street clothes. One of his regulars was letting him rent the condo at far less than it was worth whenever he was working in New York. Of course, he was expected to offer trade-offs in return every so often by sleeping with the owner, and he did. Steve Rotherham thoroughly understood how the game had to work. “So, Ryan, if I don’t remember you at all, you must not have been living in Exmouth.” “Right. I was from the other direction, from Outer Briggins – I just knew you from high school in Lawrason’s Harbour. Of course I heard all about your monster cock and was always hanging around, hoping to catch a glimpse. And you wouldn’t likely notice me there, because I didn’t even make the cut in our hockey team. I was such a loser.” “Welcome to the club.” They both laughed. Ryan went on. “I had to make a break, get away, that place was stifling me.” Steve nodded his understanding. “Anyway, like I said, I came out to my family, and they reacted by throwing me out for good. Nice family.” He made a wry face. “At least your dad didn’t try to kill you.” “Yeah, we all heard about that. The word is that it cost him a lot of friends, the way he mishandled it. People were expecting your mom to leave him because of it, but that hasn’t happened yet – as far as I heard. Anyway, I hitched a ride to Halifax and met a guy who was there on holiday. He brought me home with him to New York. We broke up a few months ago, and I’ve been crashing since then in an overcrowded apartment with five other guys. We have to take turns who gets the bedroom for those special occasions. Everyone else sleeps on sofas or the floor. And I got an under-the-counter job, just like a lot of the other young gay guys. I sweep and mop the floors at a bar down the street from where you work.” “Bet that gig doesn’t pay very well. So of course, as soon as you recognized me, you wanted to say hello….” “And thank you!” “And thank me, and that was very kind of you. I just hope you didn’t lay out your last two tens to get my attention.” Ryan laughed, but the look on his face suggested that Steve had indeed hit the mark. “Well, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll give you a refund with a little extra, as a belated coming-out present, and then – because you spoke so kindly about me – I’m prepared to give you something big, as a freebie, that normally costs a lot of money. Something really big. If you’re interested, that is.” Those last two sentences were spoken in a professionally sexy tone of voice, and Ryan certainly looked a lot more than interested. Steve stood up and began stripping off his shirt. Then he kicked off his shoes and started to lower his jeans. At this point he looked down at the staring Ryan and said, “Well, get moving. Am I going to be doing all the work here?” With that, Ryan leaped to his feet with a laugh and began pulling off his clothes too. Ryan wasted no time in signalling what he wanted to do. As soon as they got in the shower together and got soaped up, Ryan immediately turned around and began rubbing his ass crack insistently against Steve’s tower of power, which was rapidly growing up to its full height. As usual, after a night’s work in the bar, it was tired of being repeatedly teased and definitely ready for some more serious work. Before long, the whole thirteen inch length was sliding up and down between Ryan’s buns while Steve reached around to tweak his nipples and play with his eight rigid inches. He let out a small sigh. How he would have loved to take that eight-incher inside his own ass, but he knew that he had to play the game the way Ryan wanted. After they’d towelled off and moved to the bedroom, Steve laid down on his back and let Ryan go to work on his cock. He was pleasantly surprised that Ryan was actually able to do a more than respectable job of sucking that massive cock, and even managed to get within an inch or so of taking the entire thing deep into his throat. That was a first. No one else had ever managed to get so much of Steve’s man-killer inside his face. Steve uncapped a bottle of poppers, took a couple of deep breaths, and then handed it to Ryan who came up off his cock long enough to inhale deeply a couple of times as well. He then wanted to dive back down onto Steve’s tool, but Steve stopped him. “No – come up here and sit on my face.” Ryan did as he was told and soon had Steve’s face buried deep inside his crack while his rigid tool bounced off Steve’s face as he ground his butt harder down onto the tongue lashing his hole. Right away, Steve could tell that Ryan was a very experienced bottom – his hole responded much more quickly than a newbie, loosening and opening almost at once so that he could start tongue-fucking with no waste of time. The repeated thrusts with tongue soon had Ryan squealing in delight, but the squeals quickly turned to repeated moans of “fuck me… fuck my ass….” Steve pulled his face out of the crack, grabbing Ryan’s cock and deep-throating it for a minute or so, for good measure, and then came up again. “Time for you to get fucked.” “Oh, fuck, yeah!” Ryan almost fell over in his eagerness to lie down on his face and then arch his pelvis into the air. “There it is, it’s all yours. Take control of my hole, use it, breed it, whatever you want. It’s your hole.” Steve would ideally have liked to be the one lying down and saying those things, but he could live with this arrangement. He straddled Ryan’s thighs, slapped his cock several times across those full, round ass cheeks, and then nudged the tip into the crack and up against the hole. To his surprise, it yielded almost at once. That was a first. Everyone else he’d ever fucked had struggled to get it inside. Steve revised his previous estimate of “very experienced bottom” to “virtuoso bottom slut.” He meant it as a compliment. Ryan wasn’t done by any means. He kept lifting and rotating his hips, going in circles, alternating from side to side, changing Steve’s angle of attack every few seconds, and in just about two minutes of continuous motion he finally managed to open up all the way and let Steve sink right into him all the way to the bottom. Matteo in Montreal had managed that first, but only just. Ryan just moaned aloud, “Oh, yeah, fuck me!” Steve took him at his word and began to pump. Ryan cried, moaned, whimpered, and grunted, but he never stopped moving and never asked Steve to stop either. On the contrary. “Fuck, man, give it to me harder – I can take it!” Steve had his doubts, but again he took Ryan at face value, and began pumping even harder. As his fucking motions picked up speed, he momentarily lost control and pulled right out. Without losing a second, he pushed right back in again. Ryan cried, “Aw, fuck, that’s awesome, do it to me again!” Steve pulled out and plunged back in again. And again. And again. It was the first time he’d ever been able to really go to town, long-dicking a guy like this. Most of them were lucky if they could take two-thirds of his cock. Ryan was in a league by himself. Time for a change of scene. Steve pulled out and snarled, “On your back, I want to see your face while I’m plowing you!” Ryan obediently rolled over and pulled his legs up. Steve pushed back into him, worked around for a bit to find that ideal angle again, and then resumed deep-pounding the ass under him. He was already fucking faster than he’d ever been able to fuck before, and he knew that before long he was going to be filling Ryan up. “Gonna cum soon.” “Aw, fuck! Give it to me. Pound me hard and fucking load me up with your sperm. I want to feel it pouring out of me after you shoot it all into me. Fuck me! Cum inside me!” Steve responded to the call for action. His hips were hammering down onto Ryan’s upturned thighs in a blur, the tattoo of smacks too fast to count. Faster, faster, he could feel his cum rising up from his balls, getting closer, closer, moving up his shaft…. “Fuck!” Steve yelled as he slammed in with one last brutal thrust. His massive cock contracted, and a spurt of juice flew out of the end. More followed. Ryan’s hole was full, the creamy cum already squeezing out of the hole around Steve’s thick shaft, and still that cock kept on pulsing, pumping, flooding his guts with Steve’s seed. Instinct took over, as Steve kept up a series of short, sharp thrusts to force all that sperm as far up inside Ryan as he could get it to go. Finally, the waves of orgasm washing through him ebbed away, the strength in his arms gave out, and he collapsed across Ryan’s body. Slowly he became conscious that he was lying in a wet, sticky pool on Ryan’s abs, and he knew it hadn’t come from him because he’d never pulled out. “Wow. I never noticed you cumming too.” “I don’t even have to try. I blow off automatically when I feel a guy cumming inside me.” “Holy shit, man, you really are a virtuoso bottom cum slut, aren’t you?” Ryan laughed. “Well, if you put it that way. Yeah, I love taking cock and getting creamed, and I do it whenever I can. And I’ve taken a lot of big dicks, but none as big as yours. I swear I could feel it jabbing into my stomach there at the end. Peak level experience.” Steve chuckled. “Yeah, for me, too. Never met a guy who could take that kind of pounding from me before. And I didn’t know I could do it and keep going for that long.” Brian took a deep breath, feeling that opportunity was knocking very loudly at his door. “So, uhh…, when can I see you again?” Steve stopped laughing. He looked sad. When he spoke, his voice was gentle, reflective, even a bit compassionate. “You have to give up on that idea, Ryan. I’m a thoroughgoing professional at what I do, and I’m by no means ready to quit or go in another direction. You know where and when you can see me: every night from Wednesday through Saturday, three shows a night, down at the bar. Anything more than that, it’s not happening. Not with you, not with anyone. I have a very full life and there’s simply no room in it for you, or for anyone else. I’m sorry.” Ryan shrugged. “That’s so Canadian of you, apologizing for having to say no to an eager suitor. Didn’t mean to offend you, or anything, I just got carried away because it was so spectacular.” “Don’t worry, no offence taken.” Ryan got up, went into the bathroom, and took another quick shower, washing himself off before getting dressed. When he came out into the bedroom again, Steve was sitting up, still looking a little sad and thoughtful. Ryan leaned down to kiss him. “Goodbye, Steve, and thanks. It was amazing.” As he rode down in the elevator, he suddenly remembered that Steve had promised him a refund with a bit extra. He mentally said a few harsh words, with “manipulative jerk” near the head of the list. Twelve hours later, Ryan was the one being a typical Canadian and apologizing in his mind when he went to the store to get a few things and found two crisp new fifty-dollar bills tucked into his wallet. With them was a note: “We Nova Scotia boys gotta have each other’s backs. See you at the bar.” Interesting, Ryan thought, that door didn’t slam as hard as I thought it did last night. Over the next few months, Ryan turned up in the bar several times, and always got a big smile and welcoming wave from Steve when he did. Once they bumped into each other at the gym and went and grabbed lunch together afterwards, and Steve treated him. That was as far as it went. But Steve did give Ryan one more favour – in the form of some good advice. “Ryan, you’re going to have to make a break for it – and soon. You can’t last in this town without money. Just look at the price of these damned salads!” They both laughed. “Seriously, though, you either have to get yourself picked up as another rich man’s boytoy or else go somewhere else where existence is a lot cheaper.” “I know, Steve. Trust me, I realized that some time ago. I’ve still got the bar job, and I’ve been getting by with an add-on string of quick little jobs, from moving stuff down the stairs of an old brownstone to trimming the weeds along the side of a corner store. Just getting by, and that isn’t any fun at all. But I may have something in the works.” “Good for you – and I hope it works out well for you.” After that lunch, Steve didn’t see Ryan again for the best part of a year. And life moved on. One Saturday night, his eye was caught by a big, handsome man, plainly well built under an elegant suit (and sticking out like a sore thumb among all the casually underdressed normal patrons), who stepped forward and tucked a twenty into his jock on each of his three shows. When he came out after the final show, the hunk had quickly cornered him, and Steve (sensing the aura of more money) was happy to be cornered. He quickly received and accepted an invitation to the hunk’s hotel room, which turned out to be a deluxe suite in one of the city’s more exclusive hotels. The guy, who’d given his name as “Paul”, was everything that Steve liked in a man – bigger, older, well built, and handsome. For once, he didn’t even have to try to enjoy himself. Showering with Paul, feeling his mature, muscled body close under his hands and against his own body was a real treat. Paul was raring to go, too, already rock-hard before he dropped down to begin sucking Steve’s dick. After only a couple of minutes, he was up again – and then turning around and fucking himself on it right there in the shower. He couldn’t take all of it, but he definitely knew what to do with the top sixty percent of it that was getting into him, and in no time at all (as it seemed) Steve was blowing off a first load into this older man’s firm, tight ass at the same time as Paul was spraying his own load onto the shower wall. After drying off a bit, they adjourned to the bedroom and sat there, wrapped in thick plush bathrobes, and chatting over a glass of a top-notch Austrian wine. It was Paul who opened the negotiations. “I really should have asked before we got this far, but what’s your usual rate?” “Normally, I charge $350 for an hour.” “And to stay the night?” “Usually $1000 but I can be persuaded to reduce it, especially when I’m enjoying myself so much.” Paul chuckled as he got up and opened his slim, elegant leather wallet. He extracted ten hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Steve, who got up in turn and slipped them away into his own wallet. Negotiations concluded, they sat down again. This time, it was Steve who spoke first. “So, what would you like to do with the rest of your night?” “I hope this doesn’t sound too weird…” and Steve braced himself to respond regretfully that something was off limits, “…but I’d really love to fuck you and breed you. It’s so enticing, the way that small round ass tucks itself in below those broad shoulders and above those impressive legs – well, that’s what really got me so hard so fast, not just your enormous cock like everyone else, although that was great fun too.” Steve’s answer was strictly true, in a literal sense, if a little misleading in its apparent full meaning. “Well… I don’t normally do that, but I’m in an experimental mood tonight, so I guess we could go there.” Inwardly, of course, he was bubbling with excitement. They finished up their wine and peeled off their bathrobes, getting up on the bed again and moving together. This time it was Steve who laid down on his stomach and lifted up his head to begin sucking on Paul’s respectably thick seven inches. As he sucked, Paul was leaning over him and reaching for his ass. He swung around a bit to bring it within easier reach of Paul’s arm, and to vary the angle of his cocksucking. Paul was now able to dig his fingers right into the crack and being teasing Steve’s tight hole. “I see what you mean about not normally going there – this is really tight.” “Mmm-hmm.” The humming sound transmitted from his mouth to Paul’s cock, sending shivers up and down the big man’s spine. “Swing around. I want to eat your ass, to get you really ready.” Steve did as requested, and soon Paul had his face buried in between Steve’s mounds, savouring the taste of his crack sweat and licking determinedly all over the walls and across the hole. His tongue was giving Steve a feast of ecstasy such as he hadn’t had for several years, not since the last time he’d seen Calum as a matter of fact. Soon enough, Steve was moaning and squealing with delight at the delicious sensations. When Paul’s tongue began digging into his button, seeking to probe it, Steve concentrated on relaxing his muscles. In time, Paul’s tongue slipped in and began tongue-fucking him. Soon, it was joined by a probing, questing finger. When the tongue and finger together got him nicely loosened up, Paul spat into his crack a couple of times and worked it down to the hole. Then he spat on his fingers and rubbed it onto his tool. With that, he was ready. He placed the tip against Steve’s hole and pushed. It took a minute before the resistance gave way and Steve’s ass let him in. Steve was gasping and moaning, with an occasional small sharp cry, as Paul penetrated him. Anyone would have thought that he was in pain from never having taken a cock that size, but Steve was actually editing his noises of delight, disguising them as cries of pain. Paul slowly sank all the way into his hole, taking his time, and then lay down full length on top of Steve, pushing his head down over Steve’s shoulder to seek for his mouth. Steve turned his head to face Paul and they began to kiss ecstatically. Paul was loving that Steve had a tighter ass than anyone else he had done for many moons, and Steve – well, Steve was just loving getting fucked again. It had been so long. As well, he was loving the sensation of having another man’s muscled body pressing so close against his own. That kind of closeness and touch always evoked positive feelings in Steve, not surprising in a guy whose life to this point had been notable for largely lacking in any true intimacy. Paul had been pumping slowly and steadily in and out of Steve’s ass while they kissed, but now he was ready to up the pace of their coupling. He lifted up with his arms until he could look right down into the crack himself as he fucked and watch his tool sliding in and out of that smooth round ass. This also allowed him to pump harder, going full length in and out. Then he grabbed Steve’s shoulders and fell over sideways, bringing Steve with him, until he had Steve alongside him in the little spoon position. Steve had never been fucked this way before and he was enjoying a whole new list of sensations as Paul slammed in and out of him at an increasing pace. He even found himself imagining a man with a camera down on the floor in front of him, recording the whole wild coupling. Paul was really pounding into him now, and he upped the level of his own vocal responses as it was plain that Paul was about to cream his butt. “Aw, fuck, yeah, give it to me. Drive it hard. Fuck me hard and breed me deep.” And Paul did. His pounding got even faster and then, with a roar, he let it fly inside Steve’s body. He kept pumping, quickly and steadily, all through his orgasm, never slowing or stopping as he shot multiple pulses of his seed deep inside Steve’s grateful hole. At last, he slowed down. Steve had allowed himself a small orgasm, but tried to keep it from getting too big as he suspected Paul might want to be bred again in the morning. Paul, thoroughly satisfied, pulled slowly out of Steve’s tunnel, and then leaned back in to lick up the sperm that was running slowly out as the hole closed up. Holding the sperm in his mouth, he came back up to kiss Steve, swapping the warm cream with him – and Steve tasted and swallowed it gratefully. He loved the taste of fresh cum sucked out of an ass, although he usually had to do it all himself. They snuggled down then, with Paul still in the big spoon position, and Paul pulled the duvet up and over them. Steve woke in the morning from a deep and satisfying sleep. Paul was lying on his back, still breathing gently, and his cock was stirring slightly, just inflated enough to begin to move. Steve bent over without pausing a second and took it into his mouth. As he licked his way along the shaft, it stirred and grew some more, and then he took it into his mouth and began to suck – and that was when Paul stirred and moaned quietly. Paul regained consciousness, becoming aware by degrees that he was being sucked by a skilled cocksucker, someone who really knew how to do it right. He opened his eyes, and Steve lifted his head up to meet Paul’s gaze with his most ingratiating smile. “What a beautiful way to wake up. Thank you, Steve. But what I’d really like is for you to breed me again before breakfast. Think that is in the cards?” “Not a problem.” Steve twitched Paul over onto his face and dived down into his crack, working busily at his hole – where he could still taste the remnants of the load he had pumped in there last night. Tongue and fingers soon pried Paul open, and Steve was then able to slide his cock inside his host. He remained mindful of the fact that Paul had only been able to take about sixty percent of the shaft yesterday, so he restrained himself while still delivering a good, forceful fuck which had Paul squirming and hissing and moaning under him. It didn’t take long. Steve was ready to go, and Paul was ready to be bred. “Come on, Steve, fucking load me up.” Steve gladly obliged, giving Paul another one of his epic multi-pulse cum blasts. Back in the bathrobes again after a long and luxurious shower together, they sat together at the dining table in the bay window for a room service breakfast of smoked salmon and an omelette fines herbes, with superb coffee and freshly-squeezed orange juice. The meal was set for them by a butler who carefully preserved an impassive face as he worked. He’d plainly seen it all before. Steve was enjoying himself thoroughly with this short spell of high life. It had been a great night for both of them, and Steve was thinking that it was too bad he couldn’t live it up like this a bit more. Paul, though, was pursuing a different train of thought. “Steve, I’ve got a business proposition for you.” "Let's hear it." Steve turned his full attention to hearing what Paul had in mind.

Driving home, I was elated. I spent the time on the road clenching my hole tight, to keep his loads inside me, as instructed. Twice I felt moments of breach, doing my best to control them. Once I'd got home and to my bedroom, I stripped and checked my jeans and noticed a small patch of wetness. I knew I hadn't lost much of what was inside me and I felt relief. Knowing what was expected of me and wanting to impress, I moved to my drawer of toys and fished out a plug. It wasn't my biggest, as I still struggled with that one, but I knew it would be enough to plug my hole for the night. I spat and then sat on it, then got into bed and went to sleep easily, knowing I had toxic cum inside me to absorb. I woke, enjoying the plug inside me. I was at full mast, so on instinct I worked a load from my cock and rocked my plugged hole back and forth on the edge of my bed. I moved on with my day. I spent my week thinking about my time with the dominant poz man I'd met and imagined how I might see him again. On Thursday evening, I'd prepped my hole and sent a message to him: 'Hi, are you free? I wanna feel your dick inside me again, take you load. Let me know.' A message was sent back within a few minutes: 'i cant tonight got another early night. free all weekend though. see you saturday.' My dick was hard, anticipating seeing him on Saturday, but I was still disappointed that I'd be alone tonight. I decided to open my toy drawer and play by myself for the evening, stretching my hole and working up to the big plug. By Saturday morning I was excited to drive over to the top I'd met. I was horny that I still didn't know his name and had to tell myself to take my hand off my dick several times that morning. I decided I'd send the first message by 11am. 'Hi, are you still free today?' hoping for a quick response, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up for him. I revelled in the knowledge that I hadn't showered since Friday morning, before work. I knew he'd enjoy my pits, if I could see him today. 'Yeah I'm free. Set off in an hour.' I read after I'd showered. My dick sprung to attention and I had to tell myself not to play with it. I knew I'd cum before I'd even set off, if I gave in to temptation. Deciding that my time would be better spent on a home workout, I started to work up a sweat, knowing the top would enjoy if I were as sweaty as could be. He seemed as much as a pig as I was, I'd indulge him as he was indulging me. Within 30 minutes, I'd stopped my little cardio routine and started to cool myself down before I started my drive. I sent a message to tell my dom what I'd done to prepare for our latest encounter, although I didn't get any response. Once the hour was up, I sent another message informing him I was setting off and that I'd message again when I arrived outside his building. My drive was a little nervous, as I hadn't received any reply on the way, but I carried on and I sent the message that I'd arrived. I didn't have to wait long for the reply with instructions. "Come in naked." My cock started growing. Only three words this time, the shortest orders he'd given me so far. I knew this time that a jockstrap was not going to be tolerated, so once I got inside his apartment, I stripped completely. I walked down his hallway and to the room with porn playing. The room looked like it did a couple weeks ago, when I woke up there. It was lit from the window though shrouded by curtains, but this time there was porn playing on the TV. It almost seemed backwards. "Good lad. Your dick's already hard, I like that," he said in greeting. As usual, he was spreadeagle on the padded box chair next to his bed. "Hi, Sir. I've been horny for you all week," I replied. "I used a plug when I got home on Monday, I absorbed your loads," I told him, eager to please. "Dirty pig. Come here, get on your knees," was the only thing he said back to me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees, taking his thick member in my mouth. I could smell his balls from my position and quickly moved down to take a deep breath. His musk filled my nose and made my dick pulse. He'd been to the gym, just as he'd promised and I couldn't have been happier that he had. "Mmmh. Fuck yes, Sir. You smell so good. Thank you," I moaned to him. "Fuck yeah, pig. You like that, don't you? Eat my hole, boy." For the first time, he pulled his own legs up, slipping further down the chair and thrust his ass into my face. His hairy hole in front of me and his musky ass filling my nostrils, I couldn't resist. I attached my mouth to his ass and plugged my tongue in his hole. I moved my mouth up and down, swirled my tongue side to side and used my hands while I ate. I could feel my dick straining to be touched, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to stroke without permission. After a long time he stopped moaning and spoke to me. "Spit on your dick, boy. Fuck me. You're in charge til you breed me." I froze for a second, processing what I'd been ordered to do. I was in control? I looked up and made eye contact. He looked like I imagined I usually did; pleading and vulnerable. I liked it. Standing up, I obeyed his last instruction and spat on my dick, then I spat on his hole. It was tight and pink, nothing like my own and I lined my head up to his opening. "Do you have poppers, Sir? You want to use them now," I warned him. I realised I'd still called him 'Sir,' but I also didn't know what else to address him. 'Boy' wouldn't have been right. 'Pig' would work, but that was different. I put it out of my mind and lined my dick up, whilst he huffed a little brown bottl.e Grabbing his ankles, I pushed them away from me, folding him in half as he'd done to me so recently. "I'm in charge until I cum?" I asked. "Yes, boy. My hole's yours," he sighed. I couldn't believe the submissiveness coming from the man who had so definitively owned me the last couple of times I was here. I decided to take advantage and I pushed my cock in hard, but slow. I ignored his protests and batted his hands away from my hips. He didn't fight back, though he had the power to stop me. He wanted to switch right now. I liked it. Balls deep, I pulled back and thrust back in again. The muscle bear cried out, but didn't resist, only huffed at the poppers again. I started fucking him in earnest, taking the opportunity offered to me.

Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…

Chapter II. My boy had a huge grin on his face, as sweat poured down his chest, and cum seeped out of his freshly-fucked ass. A few guys dancing around us had just seen me guide a stranger’s cock into my boy’s hole, but it didn’t seem to phase them. Then, George reappeared, this time with a recognizable porn star, who shall remain nameless, in a sexy mesh singlet with the front cutdown to his pubes. This guy used to do safe-only porn, and had only recently started barebacking on camera after he came out as POZ. I had seen twinks line up on screen to take his massive thick cock, and his load. I suspected that many of those twinks on camera were on PrEP, but my boy certainly wasn’t. Even though the last guy to fuck my boy was sexy, he didn’t attract the attention that this POZ porn guy did. Heads turned as George introduced him to my boy. People, strangers, watched as this stud spun my boy around and spread his cheeks wide. The porn stud seems pleased that my boy was already leaking cum. He dove in and started lapping Sam’s seed out of my boy’s hole. A circle of maybe ten guys formed around this star going to town on my boy’s ass. My boy reached around and spread his cheeks wide. “Does this boy belong to anyone here?” He asked to the circle of guys. I nodded and George put his arm around me, smiling. “You gonna let me fuck him?” My boy looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I not nod. “When I fuck, I breed. Pulling out is for pussies.” I just nodded again. This porn god stood up, and bent my boy over so he was grabbing his own ankles. He pulled his singlet low enough to fish out his hefty cock and slapped it against my boy’s ass. He looked right at me. “Get me hard.” I knelt down and took that hefty dick into my mouth. It was the first time I had knowingly sucked POZ cock, and I knew, as he started dripping precum, I was swallowing it. When he was satisfied, he had me hold my boy’s ass cheeks spread wide so he could barefuck my boy. The crowd grew as this guy pumped into my boy. The porn star picked my boy up off the floor, his bare POZ dick still in him, and led him to the sofa. He laid my boy on his back and started pile driving into that ass. Some hunk at the edge of the sofa fished out his dick and offered it to my boy to blow. My boy gobbled that stranger’s cock as this porn star pounded his hole. The stranger was so turned on that he shot his cum in my boy’s mouth. My boy couldn’t gulp it down fast enough, and his face and hair were soon smeared with seed. The porn star loved this and wiped a big glob onto his hand and then dripped it onto his cock as is pistoned in and out of my boy’s pussy. That was the second guy’s cum up his hole, and the crowd applauded. The porn star withdrew and knocked my boy off of the sofa, with his shoulders on the floor, and ass at seat level. He then stabbed his dick back into my boy and kept fucking him. With his hole exposed to the room, another brave horny stranger approached. He jerked his dick right onto my boy’s hole, plugged with thick POZ porn star cock. “Help keep his hole wet,” someone shouted, and the stranger started cumming. The porn star pulled out just as volley after volley of cum went shooting right into my boy’s gaping ass. Load #3 was fucked in by the porn star’s cock. Three guys followed suit, all cumming on my boy’s ass and letting the porn star work that load deep. Load #6 got the porn star so hot that he plunged his dick all the way into my boy’s guts and left it there as he pumped his seed. A round of applause went up around us and the porn star stood up and bowed politely. The music stopped as our host, the infamous Brad appeared. “You guys had an orgy, and didn’t invite the host? Who invited these boys?” George raised his hand. “You breed him?” “Yes, sir.” “How many loads he have in him so far?” My boy, still upside down on the floor shook his head. He didn’t know how many loads were being absorbed into his guts. I’d been keeping tabs, so I spoke up. “Seven, so far.” ‘You two together?” I nodded. “You let this happen to your boy?” I nodded again. “I knew I liked you. Let’s kick things up a notch!” To be continued…

chatting with this hot, huge, great bodied man, almost seemed to good to be true, he got right to the point and said he needed a hole to use and Breed on his lunch break. and of course I said, use my bubble butt please. sent address, he actually shows up! and holy wow. drops his pants and a 12 in, thick cock flops out. he says, suck it, then I hope you are able to take this raw. I drop to my knees. we goes balla deep down my throat the flips me over. Spits on my hole. then just goes balls deep. it hurt so good. he breeds me for an hour. my hole went numb within 10 min lol he shot such a huge load in me, after he got up, spank my ass and got dressed and left. I layed there, dripping his cum from my wrecked stretched hole. in complete bliss. I get a message 10 min later saying he's coming back after work to pound me again.

When in middle or high school did you ever get approached by a straight guy to suck his cock? How did he know you would be up for it? A very hung guy in the high school asked me in the shower if I wanted to give him head. I was worried someone would come in and said no. To this day, I regret not saying yes. :-).

Many, many married men will get up to no good while on business trips. Free of the rules and responsibilities of their home lives, they can enjoy whatever is on offer in the town or city they are visiting, without having to spend time being a good father to their children, nor tending to the whims of their not-so-adoring wives. Perhaps some will just enjoy a bit of time alone in their room with pay-per-view porn, while others hit the bars and get stinking drunk. Time will be spent at strip clubs and other seedy establishments, or maybe they will be wined and dined by their corporate hosts at the most elite of restaurants. Many travelling men are sure to commit acts of adultery, whether that involves paying for it or not. I am certain that there will be far fewer married men who do the things I get up to on my business trips, though I expect there are some. Men with these types of urges probably resort to picking a guy up in a bar, arranging a hook-up on an app, or paying for a hustler to visit their hotel room. There are probably a few who spend the night getting down and dirty in a cruising bar or club. But willingly, night after night, bending over with their arse pressed to a hole in the cubicle wall in some public toilets? No, on that front I think I’m probably in a very small minority. But that’s what I do, and I now know all the best spots to visit in the cities I travel to the most. You might even say I have developed something of a routine, from what I pack, where I stay, and managing my time well so that I can get enough sleep around my nighttime activities to not have my work suffer. But this particular trip was not to be routine, and I had planned it that way deliberately. My wife took so little interest in me these days that I knew I could get away with using a bit of annual leave between my Frankfurt and Berlin trips while spinning her a yarn about it being back-to-back deals. This would give me some time to enjoy the nocturnal opportunities in the German capital, without having to worry about being on form for work the next day. I even used some of the loyalty scheme points I’d built up to book different accommodation for that part of the trip, so that it could be truly separate from where I’d be on the working days and yet with no risk it would show up on my credit card bill. The other major difference this time was internal. Aside from the odd blip early on in these adventures, I had been secretly taking the necessary pills to allow me to receive loads without too much concern. Condoms had been a feature once, but those days were long over. However, a few weeks before this trip I had also ditched the pills. You see, I was knocking on the door of 50, and my youngest son had just started university. The need to hold the loose threads of my marriage together was gone, and I was sure my wife and I would be parting soon whatever happened. I mean, I was already pretty sure she was sleeping with her personal trainer, so she might be keen to wrap things up too now that we had done much of our duty as parents. I didn’t want to wait to get on with a new life for myself though, particularly as it was becoming an ever more challenging battle to keep my body as lean and toned as I wanted it, so I had decided to take some action to get to where I wanted to be. That involved one main goal: to be pozzed. It was something I had lusted after for years. Initially it was probably the allure of the risk, but as time passed I began to realise that I saw it as a form of freedom that I craved. Eventually I mentally connected it with being released from my marriage, and this led me to where I found myself in Berlin. Pressed up against a cubicle wall, a cigarette in my mouth, and my freshly brushed hole open and ready for whatever was coming my way. With a couple of event ads placed on the apps to encourage men to visit, alongside the normal pretty busy passing traffic, I was hopeful of several loads as well as maybe the first steps on my journey to conversion. By the time the fourth cock of the night was jackhammering in and out of me, I was completely high on the nicotine, poppers, and utter depravity of it all. I just loved being used and bred, and I was really getting off on the knowledge that there was nothing protecting me from anything the men breeding me were carrying. As yet no-one had let me know they were poz, but my imagination was filling in the blanks as I pictured the virus being pumped into me repeatedly. “You want poz?” I heard a man ask from outside the cubicle door, just as the fourth man slammed in a final time and blew his load. “Yes” I panted. “I not poz you here” the man outside the door said, with a thick German accent. “But you come to this place tomorrow at 5 o’clock and we will give you poz.” A note was shoved under the door, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I was about to reach for the note when a fifth cock started pushing into me, and in the end it was three more loads before there seemed to be no more takers for a bit. I pulled myself up straight and stretched, then bent down to lift the note off the tiled floor. When I opened it up I saw an address written down, along with several bullet points all in German. Although I recognised some of the words, I could not decipher the rest so decided I would sort it out on Google Translate when I got back to my hotel. I folded the note back up and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans I had left on the toilet seat, before bending myself back over and pressing against the glory hole. I lit up another cigarette, and happily waited for the next cock. It was the early hours of the morning when I emerged from the shower at the hotel and slumped onto the bed. I reached for the note and phone sitting on the bedside table, and began to type out the text. I almost immediately sprung a hard-on when I read the translation: - Be at the address at 17:00. Do not be late. - You must be wearing a wide leather collar and wide leather cuffs. - You must be wearing rubber underpants with a hole in the back. - You must be wearing black leather boots. - We will not bring any lubrication or chemicals, so you must have your own if you want them. - You will not go home until the morning, and you will be infected. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and despite how tired I was from a long night of being anonymously gang bred, I immediately set about trying to find somewhere I could buy all the gear they wanted me to be wearing, seeing as I had nothing like any of it with me. Fortunately there seemed to be a few suitable shops close to each other, so I saved a few locations on the map app and then set an alarm so that I would have enough time to visit them, hopefully get what I needed, and then prepare for getting to the location. I also quickly booked a hire car to have for a couple of days, as I wasn’t sure about getting there by public transport or taxi given its remote location in an industrial estate on the edge of the city. Once everything was done that could be done at that time of the night, I plugged my phone into the power, turned off the light, and lay down for a happy night’s sleep in the afterglow of my most depraved night of sex yet. After a groggy start the next day, I successfully bought everything required from two of the shops, and then picked up the hire car and parked it at the hotel. I spent a bit of time showering and douching, before using a toothbrush on myself just to get prepared. I then donned the rubber boxers, admiring myself and my exposed crack in the mirror for a bit, and then pulled on the tracksuit trousers I had brought with me for exercising. The leather boots went on next, which looked a bit odd but I didn’t care. I then pulled on a tank top and a hoodie, deciding it was best to save the rest until I arrived. I put everything else I would need in my gym bag, along with some power bars, a couple of bottles of water, and some fresh clothes and a towel for the eventual journey back. Happy that I had all I would need, I headed down to the car park, had a quick cigarette, then got in and drove off to the address the map app was directing me to. When I arrived, I found I was in a deserted and largely derelict industrial area on the edges of East Berlin. There were notional fences around the various plots, but these had long since been partially torn down or holes ripped into them for access. It was the kind of place that you knew you probably shouldn’t be, which of course made it all the more appealing for me given the depths of depravity I was seeking to plumb on this trip. Many of my favourite piggy bareback pornos had been filmed in settings like this, and now I was possibly going to be getting a chance to act out the fantasy of those orgies and gangbangs for myself. I hopped out of the car, looked around a bit to make sure I was as alone as it seemed, and then finished off getting changed. I have to say, it was pretty thrilling to be stripping down to a near-naked state in late afternoon sunshine on a public street, even if it was apparently devoid of other people. Once done, I checked myself out in the reflection of the car window, loving how I looked with the massive padded leather collar I had bought and deciding there and then that this would be a regular part of my playtime outfit in future. The address I had been given noted a company name, and I could see an old sign on the plot next to where I had parked which matched that. I therefore walked to a gap in the fence of that plot, carefully climbed through, and then made my way across a large broken concrete lot until I reached the single building. There were a couple of service entrances which both had the shutters down, but I also saw a door that was open so headed for that. It led to a dark and smelly corridor, which I followed round a couple of corners until it opened onto what I guessed was once a factory floor. The roof on one side was gone so there was daylight flooding in, but it was in the shade over to the side that some movement caught my attention. A young Adonis was standing there, dressed just like I was. He had blond hair and tanned skin, and even at a distance and with him in the shade, I could tell he was absolutely ripped. I headed over to investigate, and he looked up as he saw me approaching. “Hi” he said, with a slight accent that suggested he might be Swedish. “Hi” I said. “Are you also here for…” He grinned at me, as I sort of swirled my hand in a nondescript way. “Yes, I am here for that” he replied, still smiling. “Cool” I said. “Are you married too?” he asked, surprising me a little. “Er, yeah” I replied, “though probably not for much longer.” He grinned again. “Me as well” he said. “I will get pozzed and then I can be with her brother.” I think my mouth dropped open when he said this, causing him to chuckle. “Her brother fucked me at the wedding, and all the time after” he said, smiling. “But he is poz and always has a condom.” “I see” I said. “And he won’t poz you?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “So I have come here so I can be his.” I obviously did not know anything about the brother-in-law, but I was a little astounded that any man would deny a stunning young stud like this what he was looking for, especially if it meant you got to then be with him. Maybe it was some sort of family loyalty, though fucking your wife’s new husband on the day of their wedding did not seem to show much in the way of said loyalty. “Well” I said, starting to open one of the two packets of cigarettes I was carrying so I could have a smoke, “I hope you get what you came for today.” “You as well” he said, nodding when I offered him a cigarette from the packet. We both lit up our cigarettes and smoked in silence for a while. “Have you taken poz before?” he asked, just after we had both stubbed out our cigarettes on the floor. “Probably” I replied. “I got fucked a lot last night.” “That is hot” he said. “I hope my boyfriend will give me to other men to use once I am divorced.” “It’s a lot of fun” I said, smiling at him. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a steel door being opened on the other side of the factory floor, and we both turned and watched as five men emerged from some other part of the factory. All five were wearing leather boots, chaps and harnesses, and all had shaved heads with various forms of facial hair. Each of them was wearing a different combination of huge silver accessories, from neck chains to bracelets, or thick rings in their ears or noses. However, what stood out the most was the slightly wasted look each of them had, and all of them were adorned with biohazard tattoos on their chests or arms. I sprung an erection almost immediately. This is what I wanted, and some day I would seek to replicate their style, the absolutely immense neck chain and bracelet of one of the guys being a particular draw for me. The men approached us, and then stopped to look us up and down. They gestured for both of us to turn around so they could see our backs and arses, before we were each gently pushed forward to a raised concrete area in front of us where we were then encouraged to bend over. Almost immediately I felt the familiar scratch of a brush being pushed into my hole, but this may have been a new experience for the young Swedish hunk as he yelped and jolted forward. This did not dissuade the men though, and we were both soon being quite vigorously shafted by the brushes to get our holes nice and receptive. After a few minutes the brushes were removed, and immediately replaced by cocks. The fucking was hard and rough from the outset, but I was sufficiently experienced and stretched that it just felt incredible from the get-go. Again, however, my Swedish friend seemed to be struggling with it a bit, probably because his brother-in-law normally went easier on him. However, after a lot of pained panting and groaning, he eventually relaxed and took the fucking. They did a round robin on us for a while, none of them actually reaching the point of breeding, before the fucking stopped and they went back to brushing our holes again for a few moments. I could tell this was to make sure we were really raw now that they were getting close, and sure enough the brush in my hole was quickly replaced by a cock that was slammed in right as the guy roared out. I revelled in feeling him shoot his toxic load into me, and my Swedish partner in crime was even more vocal in his enjoyment of receiving the same treatment. No sooner had the two tops come down off their ejaculations and withdrawn, before the next pair of tops slammed into us and delivered their venom. “Ene mene mu und raus bist du” the last of the men said slowly while standing behind us, clearly making a decision on which of us was going to receive a third load. I was a little disappointed when he rammed into the Swede. Once he was done, the pair of us were pulled up from our bent over positions and walked over to a part of the factory floor where there was a large drain. “On knees!” one of the tops barked, and we both hurriedly got down onto the floor. I knew what was coming, and while I had never actually engaged in watersports, I had seen enough porn to know I should assume a certain position and open my mouth. “You!” barked one of the other men at the Swede, “do same!” All five of them then began to piss on us, whether that was in our mouths, on top of our heads, or elsewhere on our bodies. I heard the Swede gag choke a couple of times, but I was fine and actually realised why men got into this so much. When they were done, they walked away from us towards the door they had first emerged from. “You shower!” barked one of them before he went through the door, pointing at another door over to the side. “Then we come back.” We both hauled ourselves off the floor once they’d left the room, and made our way over to the doorway. Inside was a dark tiled bathroom, and even though the only light was what was coming through the open door from the factory floor, I could see that it was filthy. However, when the Swede went over to a visible shower head and turned the tap underneath, water did indeed start to flow out of it. “It’s cold” he said. “Then we better be quick” I replied. Each of us took a turn washing all the piss off our skin under the freezing cold stream, not removing any of our gear given that had also been soaked by the men. Once done, we headed to the part of the factory where the roof was gone so we could try to dry off and warm up in the small amount of sunshine that was still making it into that space, though I made a quick dash over to get my cigarettes first. “That was fun” said the Swede, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Sure was” I said. “How long do you think they’ll keep fucking us?” he asked. “The whole night hopefully” I said, giving him a wink. “Better chance of it taking with multiple loads.” The Swede nodded and smiled at that, but said nothing more. We therefore just smoked in silence, pondering what lay in store for us once the men were ready again. I couldn’t wait…

Isn’t funny how easily straight guys fall apart when they are horny? They insist that they only play safe. But when you refuse to get in and start putting the candy away, they quickly lose their resolve, and throw all caution into the wind. Went to the arcade last night, and this married guy honed in on me right away. He followed me around from a distance until I went into a booth, in which he quickly followed and slapped the lock closed. This guy was horny as hell. Start groping and making out with me. (It was actually a pretty good kisser, I will give him that.) It was almost savage how he turned me around, dropped to his knees and yanked my shorts down. After giving my whole thorough tongue wash, he got back up and whispered into my ear how he was going to fuck me. He then began trying to open up a condom, and that is what I told him I only went raw. at first, he told me he only played say or not at all. I said OK and started to pull up my shorts. He asked me what the hell, and I told him again that I only play raw. You could see the panic and his eyes, all horned up as he was. Like they always too, he asked me if I was clean. Since I showered and douched before coming to the arcade, I said yes. He then gave up to his primal urges, and raw dogged me like a teenager. After a shot of massive load up my ass, fumbled to put his dick away, he of course, asked me again if I was clean. I laughed and told him that it did not really matter now, especially since he just fucked me. But then I assured him that I was and sent him on his merry way. Is it funny?

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Indeed we could choose to make this a teaching moment but I doubt it would be effective. But, perhaps the most productive thing to do would be to say much of what's been said in the preceding posts. First, while it is good he eventually asked, asking after the fact is going to amend what I might have said had we begun with that question. I don't take offense to "clean". Ignorance abounds these days so why should we be surprised? I would explain what I do for sexual health concluding with my numbers (as I am not literally U=U; but a VL of 680 is a massively lower risk than an average unmedicated guy.). But I would want to have explains doxyPEP, what and HIV test does and does not show (specifically that it is a test to see if one is positive for HIV. It does not test to see if you're NEG. For most of us here we know of the window period. I suspect I would not get far before he would bail; but honestly, would that really be a loss? 🙂

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I think that every guy should get to unload in whatever way he feels is best for him. If a bottom feels that he shouldn't cum until the last Top does, great. If he feels he should wait until he gets home, fine. If he wants to postpone his climax until after taking as many loads as possible, great. If he wants to cum while getting fucked, all he should need to do it mention that to his Top once, and let the Top make it happen. If the bottom doesn't want to cum (at that moment), he should mention that to the Top, and have his desires respected. If the bottom has some kind of "suffering"* complex, and doesn't even want to share that information, that's ok too. Sex is always best when both guys get what they need. *I mean that in the context of 1) a Bd Sm context, or 2) an emotional need to submit so entirely to his Top(s) that his own release becomes irrelevant, to be dealt with some other time/place.

The 'Old World' has everything to offer, and in a magnificently judgement-free atmosphere. I wish that every sexual pig in the world could get to Berlin at least a handful of times during his life. A'dam & Britain too. It's nothing less than mind-boggling, it's mentally healthy, emotionally healthy, it lifts one's spirits to previously not experienced heights. In short .......... FAN-FUKKIN-TASTIC !!!

So I really never did this but it was fun. So a buddy of mine about a month ago loves to suck asked if I wanted to go for a ride with him. I said sure I had about an hour or more to kill. He took me for a drive and asked if I ever been at this state park before and I told him no. I'm still kinda new to the area. It was a long road and we stopped at a parking lot off the road and he said the park Rangers never drive in here. He reached over and Unzipped my pants and said pull your cock out I need lunch. So I did and got a great blow job from him and emptied my balls. He sat up and I pulled my pants up. As we left I asked do guys come here and he said about 4 it has a bunch of cars and most walk to the woods. Fast foward to yesterday I was driving and doing errands close to the road that leads to the park. I noticed it was 4:40 and I got an itch to see that place. I drove down the long road and came up to the entrance to that parking lot and pulled in. There were 4 cars there and I pulled in and parked. It only took a few minutes and someone got out of his car and came up to me. He asked what are you doing here. I said I was here a month ago and heard this is a fun place.. He chuckled and said well it can be fun. He was looking at my crouch and I said want to see it? He said yes pull it out. I did and he reached in and grabbed it. He asked can I suck it I said yes and he open the door and got on his knees and started to suck it. Then he said lay in you back seat so it will be comfortable. I got out and open the door and laid on my back as he pulled my pants down and sucked. It was hot as fuck doing this. I was just waiting for cops to show up at anytime but I didn't care at this point. He was doing a great job and I noticed two guys watching by my car and that made me blow a big load in his mouth. Definitely coming back again.

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guess that makes bottoms like me even more valuable. i prefer to go until the top is done with me

The last bottom I fucked all night was during the pandemic. I'm old enough to remember when fucking all night was normal. Now if I suggest to any bottom I would like to spend the night fucking, I get accused of wanting a committed relationship. Times have changed on me as now most bottoms want a five minute top.

Some thoughts, kind of at random: 1. I'm sure this happens, and more often, perhaps, than @hntnhole thinks. 2. There are undoubtedly some people for whom this is a kink, but I think the greater number are people whose self-esteem is such that they feel it's the only way to get the validation they're seeking, even though it's a very superficial kind of validation. I see this mostly among guys who think they're unattractive by any conventional standard and so have to go "above and beyond" to get the validation they seek. (And usually, it fails long-term because they become convinced other people are only interested in them for what they can get, so they blow up those associations, and then the cycle repeats.) 3. I think the phrase that @norefusal was referring to when he wrote "partner who likes to watch his husband get fucked by strangers" is "cuck" (short for cuckold). That's a separate kink.

It’s not about a lack a respect for the other guy. It’s about me knowing what I want. I’m always up front about what I want. So if some “straight married” guy will only fuck with wrapped, that’s his prerogative. Good for him. But he can just find another bottom. But I have found throughout the years that most horny tops - gay, straight, bi, Martian - tend to give into their primitive need to get off.

Heatwave in England. Should be loads of outdoor loads 😎 😛 😄😉 [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/hard-bark/

4 months after I posted this, I feel compelled to show all of it, including my face as he first slides his BBC into me and again as he shoots his hot load deep in me. It’s important that I show it all. I cannot hide. Contact me for the full pics and more.

He was 54, I was 19— I was with my boyfriend at the time, who had no idea I would get up to this shit. I met a genuinely fucked-up, borderline evil [banned word] on Sniffies. He picked me up from my parents' place around 12:30 in the morning, forced an energy drink into me, then took me to his place. I drank his piss from the tap. He raped me after—still have conflicting feelings about it. Said "no!" pretty insistently but he insisted it'd feel good soon. I ended up riding him and putting my tongue up his ass. I passed out at some point and he drove me back to my parents' place. He used meth a lot and kept trying to kiss me, but his teeth were yellow-y and rotten. He kept talking about how proud he was of his grandkid for graduating high school. Once I snuck back into my bedroom I fingered his cum out of my ass and tasted it.

There are many more scenarios than breeding and monogamy (which I would equate to black and white)... Considering black and white, the other scenarios would be "shades of gray..." I firmly sit in one (probably many) of those shades of gray... (FTR, I have ZERO interest in monogamy! And I have ZERO interest in breeding purely for the sake of getting off because I can jack off with less effort... Bore me! 🥱) Yes, I want to get off when I top! But even more important to ME is ensuring that the bottom enjoys himself as much as I can make him enjoy himself. If the bottom's enjoyment doesn't include him coming (cause the fucking and/or my loads were all he needed), fine. But, if his enjoyment includes his own orgasm, I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure that he has an orgasm... >> I << believe that it takes two to have sex, and BOTH people should be satisfied (however they define satisfaction) when the sex is over. For those tops who believe, "it's all about me and what I want, and the bottom should be happy with that!" more power to you! I'm not one of those tops though! I'm not going to "yuck your yum," so please don't yuck mine... I try to remember that there are "different strokes for different folks" when I post. I'm not always successful at that though. There is no one monolithic way to have sex, much less gay sex. I think we all need to remember that...

i agree, whole heartedly! i got HIV and syphilis from a FB who claimed to be disease free. i do not blame Him or feel badly about getting either infection from Him. He was an awesome fucker and i would receive Him and His cock happily again. Except in the case of rape, i believe anytime i have sex the risk of disease is there and it is a risk i choose, not something i can make or hold anyone else responsible for. i hate that certain cultures have succeeded in stigmatizing sex, and worse, that many of those who partake continue to promote the stigma, often unconsciously. All of life is risky, yet sex has been turned into a morality play. fuck that.

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

Chapter IV. George slid his body up and down mine. His cock was wet from precum and his spit, and the cum freshly leaking from my boy’s ass, now smeared all over my crack. I shuddered as I felt the head of George’s cock start to enter me. He hissed into my ear as he started to fuck me, “Brad bred me, just like he’s bred most of the guys here tonight. He POZZED most of them…” I groaned knowing that I was taking a raw POZ cock inside of me for the first time, and that he wouldn’t pull out until he had cum. I groaned as I felt more and more full of his cock sink into my guts. I reached out to grab my boy’s hand only to find a tangle of bodies. Somewhere under those writhing muscular forms, my boy was no doubt taking cock. George pulled out of me and laid me down sideways on the sofa, bending me in half so he could really drive into me. A few guys were jerking off, encouraging me to ‘take that toxic load!’ ‘Get yourself ready for Brad’s cock!’ George’s pace and intensity picked up as his balls slammed against me, and sweat poured off of him. He rammed against my hole and must have been cumming in me. All I could sense was that any burning or pain was somehow made wetter and cooler. George pulled out quickly and disappeared into the crowd and by then, no one seemed to be paying attention to me any more; they were all focused on the tangle of bodies around my boy. From the crowd’s cheers, I guessed that Brad must have been fucking him. I couldn’t help but finger my own cummy hole as I knew that my boy was taking another POZ cock. ‘Bring him to me,’ Brad’s voice boomed as someone hoisted me up and led me to the action. Brad was sitting on the sofa, fucking my boy facing him, bouncing up and down on his cock, Brad’s muscular arms holding him tight. ‘Fuck him with me!’ I was ordered to participate in my boy’s ongoing cumdump initiation. I lined up my cock as Brad kept hammering away. Even though I was totally hard, my ass leaking POZ seed, it took a few tries to get my cock inside my boy’s ass, stretched wider than I had ever seen it. My boy was moaning and whimpering, flailing like a ragdoll as we used his hole. It was amazing seeing seed pour out of his hole, stretched tight against my cock, sliding next to Brad’s thick tool. I was so overwhelmed that I came almost immediately, adding my load to the now-countless loads steaming out of my boy. The guys around cheering everything on. As I pulled out, feeling my cummy dick against Brad’s huge alpha cock, it was all too much. I needed some air. I pulled out all the way of my boy as another well-muscled top edged his way to the front of the group and slid his raw cock into my boy. I felt like slinking out of the house and just disappearing. To be continued…

Chapter 3 – No Rest for the Enslaved Chapters 1 and 2 recount a role-play session with Doug, who is a long-term fuck buddy of mine. We’re in the playroom, where he had me get in the sling and he gave my ass a real workout. He’s just pounded my ass with a huge dildo, making me shoot a load of cum in my jockstrap. Now, I’m on the bed, cleaning up the cum in my jock and taking what I think is a well-deserved break. Doug put the jockstrap over my face and shoved the cum filled pouch into my mouth. I licked and sucked as much of the accumulated fluids as I could out of it. This jock had seen lots of action and had remnants of cum and piss from other sessions too. The smell of it was intoxicating to me, and I moaned in pleasure. When I moaned, Doug shoved a few fingers in my ass. “I’m the only one who is going to make you moan,” he growled. Well, he was right about that because I moaned again as his fingers probed my hole. I instinctively spread my legs open for him, and he chuckled at the ease with which I made myself available to him. He again shoved the jockstrap pouch into my mouth while he explored my hole with his other hand. He kept probing, and I kept raising my legs into the air. Of course, his hand slid into my ass again. After the Goose, this felt easy. But I had little doubt that more ass work was coming my way. If it involved the Goose, then I was ready for it. Doug kept his hand inside my ass and swiveled around so that his ass was facing me. “Eat it,” he commanded, and I happily complied. Like I said earlier, eating his ass is a massive treat for me. After the earlier session, his musk had built up into an intoxicating aroma. I sniffed at his hole and worked it with my tongue, giving it a nice deep rimming. He was enjoying the feeling, as evidenced by his groaning. He had given up on my ass since he was now focused on the feeling in his. He still had a few fingers in me, but he had to pull back so that he could shove more of his sweet, hairy ass in my face. I ate his ass for a while, and it got to a point where he was completely out of my ass and using his hands to fully open his ass for me. He was sitting on my face, barely giving me room to breathe, but I was happily licking and probing at his hole. After a bit more of this, he lifted his body off mine and walked over to the bag with the T in it. He selected another shard and signaled for me to lift my legs. I did, and he shoved the shard deep inside me. Then, he went back to the bag and pulled out another shard. “This one’s for me,” he said as he passed the shard to me. He bent over, and I sent the shard into his ass for it to start melting. While we waited for the shards to hit, we had some more to drink, and then Doug fed me his armpits. I was laying on the bed, so he had me move my head to the edge of the bed, and then he placed one of his sweaty pits at my mouth. God damn, that smelled amazing! He had worked up a sweat from our play and had that fantastic and alluring aroma of (reasonably) fresh T sweat. It had a slight tang from the T that was coming out of his pores, but that was all OK with me. I licked and snuffled in his pit, and then he switched to the other arm. It was like a whole new world opened up to me then. This pit was even muskier than the first, and I was at it like a pig in heat. In fact, I probably was a pig in heat with all of this manscent and a shard melting its way into my brain. Doug moved away from me, but I had a good bit of his pit smell still on my face. One of the best things about having a beard is that the hairs capture and hold some of the scent when I’m eating an ass or licking out a pit. I was enjoying the retained aromas when Doug said, “Get over to the cross.” I’d never used a St Andrews cross, so Doug helped me onto it. He had me face the cross and then raise my hands onto the crossbeams. He shackled these into place. Next, my legs were spread so that they matched up with the lower components, and he shackled those in place as well. Then, he put a blindfold on me, leaving me bound and sightless. One great thing about this position was that I could smell the alluring aroma of my own pits. The smell was heady and exciting. The shard had done its work, and my ass was needy. I was pushing it out as best I could, and Doug fondled it, letting his fingers linger over and around my hole. He was teasing me, and I was determined to let him have his way with me without uttering a word or sound of complaint or pleasure. I heard the squirt of the lube bottle, and his hands returned to my ass. Now, they were well-lubed and sliding around my ass, crack, and hole. He kept teasing me, but all I did was make my ass pulse with excitement. He was not going to get me to crack! Doug was definitely getting me worked up. I really wanted his hand inside me, but I was damned if I was going to say that. A good slave knows his place, and I was going to be a good slave for my master. He kept massaging my cheeks, opening my crack, sliding his fingers over my hole, but he was not penetrating me at all. I was squirming around with horniness but was not going to ask my master to please me. Doug kept chuckling as he teased me, so I knew this was all part of his plan. Then, Doug spread my ass open and entered me with his hand. Fuck, I needed this! I eagerly pushed back on his hand, taking more of him into me. “Slow down, pig, we have all fucking day to do this,” he snarled in my ear. Knowing that this was going to last all day (and maybe even longer if I was a good slave) made me more eager to swallow his arm, but I held back to let my master lead the way. Doug used his hand to explore my opening. He hadn’t gone in very deep, just up to his wrist, so he was able to rotate his hand to open me up. He would sometimes pull back a little bit so that the thickest part of his hand was being used to work my hole into a gape. With the blindfold on, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could tell from the appreciative sounds that he was making that I was serving him well. Then, he pulled out and said, “Get ready for my fist.” It took a bit more effort from us both to get his fist to penetrate my hole. He pushed forward, and I pushed back to get it to slip into my ass. He went deep on the first penetration, getting up to my second hole. It felt amazing, and he let his fist stay there for a while. He was flexing his fingers out, poking at my inner sphincter, then clenching back into a fist deep in my ass. Once again, he pulled all the way out. I soon smelled the distinctive smell of poppers. Doug inhaled deeply, and I felt his hands come around me as he fed the poppers to me, too. “Deep hits in both nostrils,” he demanded. I inhaled a huge hit in each nostril and soon felt the fumes penetrate my brain. While I was in a poppers fog, Doug reentered my ass with a fist. This time, he used his dominant hand, which was slightly larger. It felt un-fucking-believable! My ass was opened up, a huge fist was inside me, and we were both in a popper high. Doug moved his hand in and out but didn’t pull it out this time. My greedy ass was taking everything he was throwing at me and loving it. With my hands and feet shackled, I couldn’t do much movement, but Doug was pounding my ass relentlessly with his fist, so I was happy. The blindfold only intensified all the sensations since it let me focus more completely on my ass. Once Doug was done with this, he removed his fist from my ass. He gave my hole a few pats and then walked away. I heard him come back, along with the unmistakable sound of lube being spread around. My ass quivered in anticipation. Would this be his hand, a toy, or something else altogether? We’ve fucked each other with vegetables, broom handles, and more, so it could be anything. “I’m letting your hands down so that you can hold your ass open for me,” growled Doug. He undid the shackles on my hands, and my arms came down from the raised position. They had a tingling sensation since they had been extended above my head for so long, but I knew better than to say a word of complaint. “Spread it,” Doug commanded. I reached back and spread my ass wide for him. He let his fingers rub my hole and moaned appreciatively as I pulsed my hole for his pleasure. Then, I felt the coldness of a toy at my ass. It started to slide in, and I knew this was the Goose coming for my ass again. In this standing position, my hole was differently aligned, but Doug knew that and was going in on a more upward trajectory. Even though it slid in much easier this time, getting over that massive head was a thrilling challenge. I was pleased that Doug was able to insert it with little resistance from me. “Fucking pig. I own your ass and will do whatever I want.” I nodded my head and clenched my ass muscles against the invading toy. Doug slowly fucked me with the Goose. My ass opened up more with each new penetration, and I felt like I was gaping more than ever before. I felt Doug move up right behind me when the dildo was as deep as it was going. He used his body as a brace to keep the toy inside me. Then, he reached around with the poppers again. He plugged one nostril and held the brown bottle under the other. I took a deep inhale, and then he switched to the other nostril. I really didn’t want or need more of the fumes, but I did as he desired and sniffed from the bottle. He put the bottle down and grabbed the Goose with his hands once again. Fuck me, this was amazing! My mind went totally blank, and all I could focus on was my ass and the massive toy inside it. Doug started to rotate the toy as he slowly pulled it out of my ass. When it cleared my hole, he shoved it in again, twisting as he went. I just kept my hands on my ass so that it stayed open for the invader and rode the waves of pleasure coursing through my ass and body. My cock was spewing out precum, or maybe it was cum, or perhaps it was piss; I didn’t fucking know what was going on in my body. The blindfold had me literally in the dark, but the poppers caused fireworks to go off in my vision. All of this was overwhelming, and as Doug slowed his activities on my ass, I slumped down on the cross. Doug grabbed me from behind and supported me as I collapsed. He let the toy slither its own way out of my ass. Damn, did it feel good rubbing against my prostate on the way out. Doug held me tight, whispering encouragement and praise into my ear. “What a good fucking slave you are.” “You took that like it was nothing.” “Your ass is gaping so wide now.” Doug sensed that I was regaining a bit of my focus, so he knelt and unshackled my feet. As he was rising again, he showered my ass with kisses and pats, still telling me how I had pleased him. “I’m taking you to the sling to rest,” Doug said. Even though I was unshackled, he left the blindfold on and walked me over to the sling. “Lay back”, he purred. I leaned back into the sling. Doug took my foot in his hand and placed it in one of the stirrups, and then he did the same with the other. He was being gentle and kind to me, so I said, “Thank you, master, for taking such wonderful care of your lowly slave.” He chuckled, gave me a few pats on the ass, and walked away. He came back with a bottle of sports drink, which he told me to drink. I lay there in the sling, willing my body back to normal. Normal, in this case, being spun as fuck, while blindfolded in a sling in the playroom of a guy you promised to serve. I didn’t dare take off the blindfold, but I felt my hole and was amazed at the gape and swollen lips. My ass had taken a huge dildo after being fisted by Doug, and I was still up for more. I must be a pig!

Hot start. You need to have him ask if that donation was U.S. or Canadian funds. Because if was U.S. funds he actually donated something like $12,500 Canadian lol. I moved to Canada when I married my husband 13 years ago and deal with the exchange rate all the time. Sorry it was the first thing that jumped into my head. I'm such a geek. I do love your start. It's very hot! Keep going!

True story: I married the guy with the biggest dick I’d ever had inside me; a little over 9 VERY thick inches. And yeah I got my ruler before I let that monster in me! He told me the same that first night: he had a lot of experience with guys needing a lot of time to take it. He was right but when he got through my second hole and could finally fuck me the stars I’d seen before when he worked my prostate then each turned to supernovas while he pounded me into oblivion. No I didn’t marry him that night; but I’d have followed him off a cliff like Thelma after he’d driven me like Louise! (We didn’t have quite the origin story of those two but the way he fucked me was a history-making saga!) Last load I took? Woke up with my hole still slimy from him fucking my brains out last night; and he was sleeping on his side with that monster of his already awake. I backed into that reliable pre-cum dispenser, worked that monster into my sore hole, and by the time I had him half-way in he grabbed my hip and my shoulder and slammed it in me … over and over with the fury he has when he gets awakened. He takes a while and before he was done he’d shoved me face down and mounted me then finally had me on my back with my feet on his shoulders pounding me with his teeth gritted and shouting at me what a wanton cum-dump I am! I went for our morning beach run in a jock-strap and short running shorts I’d had on under my bike shorts we wear to cycle out there. I wish he’d taken a pic of my soaked shorts from his cum flowing out while we cycled no matter how skilled my muscles are to hold it in.

The lads continued to chat as the match continued with Dave feeling more buzzed with every hit he took. Niall told him that tingling sensation was totally normal but so was sweating. Despite having a couple of cold cans the guys were starting to overheat, leading to Niall losing his t-shirt. Dave hadn't seen him topless before. He couldn't help but stare at his older mates fur covered chest and fit body. As the match was ending Niall decided he'd shower and change leaving Dave in the sitting room. Dave was feeling good and noticed there was still something left in the pipe so took another couple of hits. This really hit him and got his mind racing. He decided to take Niall up on his offer and headed to the bedroom to see if he'd find a pair of boxers to impress the ladies. Niall was just coming out of the shower as Dave was opening the drawer. "Well, well, well, find a pair you like?" In response Dave held up a yellow pair of CK trunks. "Good choice, they'll really show your bulge, throw em on". In no time Dave had stripped below the waste and put on Niall's underwear in front of him. Niall walked toward Dave, cupping his balls, "yep, snug out". The younger man blushed as the older just smirked and gave him a cheeky wink, "They'll all be after a bit of this lad tonight". At that, Niall started to stroke Dave. Dave was suddenly starting to sober a bit as his body couldn't help but react to the helping hand. He started to back away but Niall stayed with him, laughing, "Ha man, you must be horny out". Dave knew Niall was just trying to take the piss but everything he had taken was kicking in and he couldn't help himself. Niall was relentless as Dave kept stepping back, eventually falling back on Niall's bed. Niall released his towel, his own cock now semi hard. He looked at Dave, "Looks like we could both do with this". He pushed Dave down, the teen tried to get up but he was out weighed. The older man slowly started to pull down the underwear. "Just stay calm lad, you'll enjoy it". Dave tried to struggle as Niall lay on top, their cocks pressed together. Niall started to grind against Dave, grunting, telling his apprentice how good it felt. Dave was torn, he felt like crying but was starting to like the feeling of body contact. Both men's pre-cum started to mix on their bellies, staining the shirt Dave never had a chance to remove. Niall moved his face closer to Dave, "See Davey boy, nothing wrong with a couple of mates helping each other out". Dave could only moan in response. Both could feel the tension building in their cocks, Niall coming first. Dave almost came round in the time it took Niall to come down. However the older man used his cum as lube and started to wank the younger to completion before collapsing beside him. The men dozed for a minute or two with Niall getting up and declaring they'd both need another shower before going out and that Dave would probably need to borrow something else to wear.

Just spoke to the first guy I gifted after I converted. He just got confirmation of his own first successful convert. I'm officially a poz grandpa. Very proud and very happy

"Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder. "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed. "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load." I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion. I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison. "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back. I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop. "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum. We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?" "Mmhm," I murmured back to him. "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back." As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso. "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards. I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole. "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission. He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up. He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts. "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said. "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him. "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it." I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me." "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up." As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum." I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me. "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me. "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said. I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale. "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred." I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts. I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on. He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background. "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head. "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised. "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me. "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?" "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine." I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said. I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me. "Did you bring lube?" He asked. I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted. "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

I was 14 and me my best friend and his older brother were hanging out. Me and my best friend were swimming naked in the pool while his older brother sunbathed naked. I kept staring at his older brothers dick and he said loud enough for his older brother to hear "you like my older brothers dick huh" I obviously said yes then got out of the pool to get a drink. While I was standing at the table I felt a hand on my ass then a rock hard cock between my cheeks. Then a voice said. "you want this dick in your ass" I said yes, I turned around and my friends older brother had a smile on his face. I got to my knees and put his dick in my mouth and sucked his dick eagerly. After a few minutes he pulled me to my feet turned my around bent me over the table spread my cheeks and spat on my hole. Then he pushed inside me going balls deep in one go. After my hole adjusted he fucked me hard and deep, I was moaning so loud I didn't care if anyone could hear me. After about 20 minutes his thrust got quicker and hen he went balls deep and let out a "OH FUCK" which was followed by "fuck yeah bro" by my friend as he blew his load while watching. After he had blown his load he pulled his dick out of my ass and smacked my ass hard leaving a red mark on my ass cheek. He grabbed a beer and jumped in the pool, my best friend came up to me and said, "Enjoyed yourself did you" I replied, "fuck yeah and so did you by the sounds of it" He replied, "I sure did" We got a drink and jumped back in the pool, it was a great fucking day.

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

---- **Story Catch-up** At this point in our story… Loads in Nico: 7 Studs who've used Nico: Omar (boyfriend) x2, Omar's stepbrother Luciano ("Lucho"), and 4 anonymous rapists ---- CH6 - "Dad Fills Me with His Big Secret" Omar brought the car to a stop in front of Nico's dad's house and switched the engine off. Nico, who was naked, collared, and leashed in the passenger seat, felt cum leaking from his freshly raped pussy onto Omar's leather seat. Omar inhaled the strong odor of cum that had mixed so seductively with the new-car smell of his otherwise spotless interior. The thought that he was inhaling the scent of young boyfriends' rapists' semen sent a thrill through Omar's body. He leaned over and kissed Nico, trying to imagine what all the raw rapists' cocks had looked like as they sprayed their toxic loads into his boyfriend's tender insides. Nico savored Omar's lips as he gave himself fully to the kiss. Omar reached down and slid his whole hand between Nico's cum-sloppy ass cheeks and pressed firmly against Nico's wet opening as the two kissed more deeply. "How many loads in you?," Omar asked between kisses. "Seven," Nico replied. "Hot, babe. You took four loads from your rapists?" Omar sounded … not shocked, not disturbed, not even upset -- just mildly surprised. Nico offered no response, as he focused on the feeling in his hole of having been fucked out and stuffed full of so much cum. For the time being, Nico avoided the thought of having been pumped full of HIV by his toxic rapists. "Nico, I just want you to know that I think it's really hot what you let those men do to you tonight," Omar offered gently. "Letting a bunch of random men dump their gifts in your cunt is going to make Daddy Lucho very happy." Nico perked up at hearing mention of Omar's brother's name. "You think so?," he inquired. "Come on, you greedy little slut," Omar responded, sounding upbeat. "Your dad's been waiting." * * * As the front door opened, Nico's naked body came into his father's view. "Come on in, come on in you two lovebirds!," Nico's dad welcomed them as though nothing were out of sorts -- certainly not as though he were greeting his unclothed whore of a son who was wearing nothing but a leather collar and leash while standing outside where any of the neighbors could readily see. "So good to see you, Omar!" Nico's dad gave Omar a warm embrace. "I hope we didn't make you wait too long, Don," Omar offered. "You mean all these eighteen years?!?," Don blurted out with a laugh as he looked directly at Nico, scanning his son's naked body up and down with a hungry delight. "Speaking of which, how's my baby boy's hole feeling? I've been waiting to hear how your little event turned out. Why don't you both come in, and we can head upstairs, get comfortable, and you can catch me up on what a whore my son has been tonight." Nico relaxed a bit hearing how obviously proud his dad sounded calling his own son a "whore." Nico's gaze drifted down toward Don's crotch in search of signs of his father's engorged approval as Omar pulled on Nico's leash and led him upstairs to Don's bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Don began removing his clothes as Omar, apparently already knowing his cues, led Nico by the leash to the foot of the bed and indicated with a nod for Nico to climb up. Omar wrapped Nico's leash loosely around the bedpost and took a seat in one of the chairs along the wall. Don dropped his underwear to the floor and now fully naked, walked over to his son who was naked on the bed. Brushing Nico's hair back with his hand, Don watched Nico's eyes transfix on his engorged cock. "You like looking at the dick that created you, son?," Don asked. Nico finally looked up from his father's swollen cock, feeling a bit embarrassed -- and wondering if he was being too obvious about the lust building inside him for his dad's manhood. "I hope your pussy didn't get beat up too badly, Nicky," Don said as he ran his hand through his son's hair tenderly with one hand and slowly stroked his engorged member with the other. "They raped me, Dad." "I know, son." Don shushed Nico as he began stroking himself more vigorously. "It's what I raised you for." Nico's heart raced, and his cock stiffened. He noticed Omar stroking himself over in the corner. The ache in Nico's freshly used rectum reawakened as he reckoned with the inevitability of his father fucking him. Nico worried that the virus-saturated cum loads sloshing around inside his fuckchute could infect his father and ruin their relationship. His stress levels rose even as he yearned to take his father's raw dick. "Turn around, Nicky," Don said as he gripped his cock forcefully with one hand and spat on it. "It's Daddy's turn inside your hole." Nico turned over and got on all fours before lowering his muscular ass cheeks over the edge of the mattress. He couldn't believe that he was about to let his father slide his big raw cock into the cummy mess of diseased semen that Nico was holding inside his boy cunt. Don lined his impressive cock up to Nico's exposed hole, which was still bright pink from his gang rape. Don marveled at the strong odor of semen coming from his son's backside. "How many loads inside my cumslut of a son?" Don pressed his raw cock head against his son's loosened ass lips. "Seven, Dad," Nico replied nervously, thinking about the poz loads that he was about to recklessly expose his own father to. "That hardly sounds like enough cum for my hungry whore of a son." Nico smiled at hearing his father call him a whore again. Nico laid his head against the mattress and with his hands spread his ass cheeks to demonstrate his complete compliance. Don pushed his hips forward. His cock head easily parted Nico's cum-lubed fuckhole as he pressed fully into the warm chamber of viral semen inside his son. "Fuck, Nicky! Holy fuck, your pussy's completely flooded." The feeling of being so completely used and sore from multiple rapes combined with his father's raw dick now pressing into his rapists' collected ejaculate put Nico over the top. In that moment, he knew this was everything that he'd ever wanted: to be a cum receptacle for all men; to be a perverted little fuck toy for his own father; to be a hole for all cocks and all loads to use at will and on demand. Nico yearned to be the cumslut that his father had always wanted. "Please fuck me, Daddy," Nico implored like a faggot in heat. He reached underneath himself with one hand and placed his fingers against his father's raw cock shaft. Don started sliding his cock in and out of his son until a small puddle of cum began to form on his shaft. Nico's hole sounded wet and juicy as his father's cock continued forcing small globs of sperm out of Nico's insides and onto his long, hard dad cock. "Oh damn, we probably should have kept all this cum for the rape kit." Don snickered as he continued bareback fucking his son. "Oh well!" Omar chuckled in the corner as he continued watching his young boyfriend commit incest right in front of him. "You like using my rapists' cum as lube, Daddy?" "Fuck, son. When did you become such a perverted little slut?" Don began pounding his son's hole much harder, causing Nico to moan. "Bet you loved taking all those rapists' poz loads up your guts, didn't you, son?" Nico's heart skipped a beat. Dad knew. Don pounded his son's hole faster. "You're gonna be Daddy's little pussy boy from now on, son." "Yes, Daddy." "You ready for Daddy's strain, too?" Nico's stomach flipped as his father's cock pummeled his already tender, cum-filled insides. The thought of being loaded by his eighth load of the night and his third high viral load made Nico leak more precum. Don's balls contracted and his cock erupted inside his son as he unloaded heavily into his own child's rectum. "The same baby batter that made you is now infecting you with HIV," Don said as he smiled approvingly at his son's cumhole still wrapped around his long, raw cock. "Do you think Uncle Leo and Uncle Rocco would like my used pussy, too, Daddy?," Nico said, before his dad even had a chance to withdraw his cock from his son's insides. "That's an excellent question, Nicky. Let's ask Omar. As a matter of fact, he's already been texting them videos of you taking my raw cock tonight."

Part 4... Moments later, we arrived at the house. We got out one by one. Jack helped me out of the truck as Chet's fucking had left me weak at the knees and dripping POZ cum down my leg. My boy raced around the car, grabbed my head, and kissed me hard. He reached around behind me and felt my gooey hole. He flipped me around and pressed me onto the hood of the car, right there in the driveway, parted my ass cheeks, and dove in, lapping at Chat's toxic cum as it dripped out of my used hole. He had NEVER rimmed me before and his tongue only made my knees weaker. Chet and Sam lifted me up and laid me down on my back on the hood of the car. My boy climbed up beside me and matched my position. He pulled his legs up and I matched him. Sam crouched by my ass and started lapping as Chet dove into my boy's hole. Jack and Kevin stood by as my boy and I took center stage. Jack peeled Kevin's tight t-shirt over his hairless muscled chest and then pulled down his shorts. Without underwear, Kevin's massive hard uncut cock and huge balls sprang into view. Jack immediately dropped to his knees and started swallowing him to the balls. My boy and I both gasped as our holes were teased by fingers and tongues. “Let's bring this party inside, gentlemen. It's getting cold out here,” murmured Jack, between gulps of Kevin's cock. The two poz studs going to town on me and my boy's hole practically threw us over their shoulders and dragged us inside. Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to Jack's master bedroom and became a tangle of sweaty bodies, juicy cocks, and sticky precum. After a few minutes of fumbling, Jack, myself, and my boy wound up on our knees with our asses hanging over the foot of the bed. Kevin lined up behind Jack, Sam behind me, and Chet behind my boy. Kevin aimed his dick at Jack's ass as Sam and Chet speared me and my boy. The sounds of man-sex filled the room as the tops did their work. After a few minutes of pounding, Sam pulled out asking, “Think these guys can fuck as hard as they like to get fucked?” “Let's find out!” growled Jack. We all switched places as Jack filled Kevin with his manhood, and I sunk all the way into Sam with one thrust. My boy, who had never topped to my knowledge, thrust into Chet and jackrabbited his ass like a pro. I As I plowed into Sam, I got super hard knowing my boy and I were fucking POZ guys. It then dawned on me that we didn't know Kevin's status. I wondered how well Jack knew this young stud hammering away at his hole. I got my answer. “Fuck me, Kev. Fuck your old man. Fill me up!!!!” Holy shit! Kevin was Jack's SON. “Fill me up with your POZ seed!” Fuck. I was watching a POZ son fuck his own dad!!! “Your son!?!?” shouted Sam, holding his ankles as I fucked him as hard as I could. “I want a crack at that dick!” I pulled out and switched places with Kevin. He slammed in Sam's bare hole as I slid into my boss's guts. Kevin had still not spoken a word, but grunted and growled as he fucked Sam like a pro. “Give it to me. Give me your load,” Sam shouted. “No, I want it!” shouted my boy. He pulled out of Chet and laid down on top of him, ass prone and ready for Kevin. Having taken two poz studs' loads already, it was time for a third's. Kevin pulled out of Sam and thrust into my boy. Three strokes later, he was creaming my boy's hungry hole, shooting his toxic load deep. “Fuck yeah,” he finally grunted. “Want my dad's load too?” “Hell yeah. I want all of their loads.” My boy, what a cum pig. One by one, all of the guys finished off inside my boy. I was so hard I thought my dick would explode. With his hole awash in cum, I slid in last. His hole was sloppy, used, and raw. I knew I wouldn't last long and added my load to his hole in a few frenzied thrusts. As I pulled out, Jack dove into my boy's ass. He lapped up a mouthful of jizz, slid up my boy's sweaty boy, and dripped it, glob by slimy glob, into his gaping mouth. Kevin leaned in and the three of them shared a lewd cummy kiss. With a mouthful of POZ and NEG mixed cum, Kevin started lapping at his father's ass. “Think it will take this weekend, son?” Kevin grinned for a few moments before smiling and saying, “The weekend as only just started. There's lots more to cum.” To be continued?