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Yesterday- went to the bookstore about 3- walked past a booth which was open and the guy had his cock through the glory hole and was getting sucked- so I went in and started to rub his ass and he stuck his hands in my shorts to find out was wearing a jock strap- Double Scorpion. I left and went to another booth which was larger and left the door ajar. He comes in and we start feeling each other and his cock is not large around but is nice and long. Made some comments and he started to work my ass hole and I moan so he would get the idea- he pulled my shorts and jock strap off and I leaned again the wall and he started to fuck me and fuck me. He came and filled me up but not the end as he was a multi cummer and left like 4 loads in me- stuck my fingers in my ass and was full of his cum. Poz ?? did not ask- but then I am.

Be advised that my stories often involve some element on nonconsensual sex by some of my characters. Regardless, my stories are 100% fiction/fantasy only. Any resemblance to persons or places are merely coincidental. How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos A few year’s back, I was the janitor at the local high school in a school district where the only sex education the kids got was for abstinence. Well, this left the entire student body vulnerable to their own imaginations, learning whatever they could about sex from actual experience, or by doing some reading on the Internet or at the public library like I used to. The rate of pregnancies were up, and STD rates, too. Anyway, this lack of sex education made these students susceptible to perverts like me. One senior I was able to corrupt, Lyle, was the number one swimmer in the county. He was 18, had a compact and muscular body at 5’6”, blonde, chlorine-bleached hair, blue eyes, and an ass that filled out his light blue Speedos to perfection. All season, I’d catch him practicing at the pool in the early morning. Sometimes he’d linger in the locker room and shower area while I cleaned in there. He would do things for me, like acting as if he were checking his phone while bending over in his tight-fitting swimsuit. Did he know that he was getting my poz cock rock hard when he did that? So many times I’ve wanted to take my finger and press it against that stretched out blue lycra material; to press in, making a guess of where that boy’s hole was; feeling it, to hear him gasp or moan when I hit my mark. This show (offering?) went on all season. Instead of raping him right then and there, I’d ask him about things. How is school going? Are you going to prom? Stuff that allowed me to find out more about the kid. I found out that he was accepted at state university and will be living in the dorms in the fall. He got a swimming scholarship, too. He said that he and his girlfriend broke up in March, so he might go to prom stag, or not at all. He said that since he was leaving soon, it didn’t make sense to have a girlfriend here anyway. His parents were well-respected in town as ministers at one of the many churches here. I offered to answer any questions he had about sex if he wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He nodded, told me he was abstaining, but he had lots of questions. After that, he showed up at my janitor’s closet, always in his blue Speedo with questions for me. I’d close the door and he’d sit in my chair while he listed off questions about masterbation and was porn really evil. He never asked about condoms or STDs, but he did want to know how babies were made. I showed him diagrams and explained what sperm was and how it fertilizes the egg in a female, and so on. As he sat there with his legs spread, I was given full view of his taint and package just hidden beneath the blue lycra fabric of his Speedo. My perverted mind wanted more of this teen. I knew there had to be men online who would want to distract Lyle with poppers and a blowjob while I pressed my precum-dripping, cut cock head into the boy’s tight cherry hole. On the last week of school, I knew I had to get into that boy’s Speedos any way I could. And I enlisted the help of another barebacker I found online. His user name was Poz9In and he said he had ways of making sure I could get my raw cock inside a virgin’s butt, especially into a naive, under-sex educated Wildcat jock like Lyle. We arranged a time, graduation day. He agreed to the plan to help me stealth breed Lyle with a poz load. I told Lyle to meet me at my closet right after his morning swim, a good half hour before class. ________________ Poz9In was maybe around mid-50s, dark cropped hair and brown eyes. He arrived just before 7:30 a.m. He wore a track suit and his schlong was huge and evident down his right leg. With a scarred and stubbled face, he looked rough. He was not the hottest looking man. But I was immensely turned on from the contrast between the vision of a toughened older, experienced poz man making use of the body of a gorgeous, athletic teen. Lyle knocked on my closet door and I let him in. He was still wet from his swim. “Hi, Mr. Daines,” he said. “Hey Lyle. This is my friend, Dale, here. He wanted to meet the star swimming athlete for the Wildcats,” I stammered giving my Internet contact a fake name. I was a little nervous, but I was determined to fuck Lyle this morning. “Hey, Dale. Nice to meet you.” Lyle held his hand out in the cramped janitor’s closet and Poz9In took it and pulled Lyle to him. He used his other hand to grab Lyle’s cock and balls through the teen’s wet Speedo. Lyle barely had time to react when I got behind Lyle and pressed by uniformed bulge against his blue Speedoed bubble butt. “Hey! That’s my personal…” Lyle made a nervous swallow. “Yeah boy? Would you like to give your personal spot over to us men, or would you rather we take it?” Poz9In asked while the two of us, men older than his father, continued manhandling Lyle into submission. “I never…” Lyle stopped what he was saying and relented to Poz9In by closing his eyes and dropping his hands to his side. Poz9In worked Lyle’s dick to an erection while I took aim at my prized target: Lyle’s hole. “That’s it, kid. We’ll take good care of you, just relax,” Poz9In said. Now with Lyle’s submission, I finally got to press my finger in and feel for the boy’s hole. He let out a breath when I began rubbing it roughly through the smooth material. Fresh from the pool. Poz9in opened a new bottle of poppers and told the kid to breath in and hold his breath. Lyle did as he was instructed. I continued probing the covered hole while with my other hand, I reached around his waist. Poz9In moved my hand over to so I Lyle’s cock incased in the smooth, still damp lycra. He smelled deliciously of chlorine. “Good boy. Take another hit just like the first,” I heard Poz9In say. “Fuck yeah. You’re a hot one.” “I’ve been wanting this ass for four months!” I exclaimed. “Let’s do what we planned, but I want to keep these Speedos on him.” “Aahh, fuuuck!” Lyle was flying. “Nice! That’s a deal, mister,” Poz9In replied to me. “Let’s knock up this cute pollywog.” With that, Poz9in bent down and went to work sucking Lyle’s cock through the Speedos. A few moments later, he pushed the front of the swimsuit down. Then I saw Poz9In dive in and suck on the virgin’s swimmer’s exposed dick. “Aaah!” Lyle moaned in pleasure. With Poz9In’s help, I bent Lyle forward and spread his legs. Poz9In kept sucking Lyle’s dick like the pro he was, doing his damnedest to coax sweet semen out from a neg horny teen. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down to release my leaking cock. With my hard cock in hand, I rubbed the head of it on Lyle’s bubble butt. I relished the sight of his light blue swimsuit soiled with smudges of my precum. Poz9In gave Lyle more poppers as I pulled down the back of the Speedos to expose the tightest, pinkest hole I’ve ever seen. “Do it. Bareback that neg hole, man. He fucking wants it,” Poz9In encouraged. Realizing that Lyle doesn’t know what neg hole means, I stared at the pink hole in front of me and greased up my cock with lube and listened as Poz9In spoke. “This is the hottest piece of ass. Take it. Take that fine young, firm ass.” With that, I stood up and lined my drooling poz cock against Lyle’s hole. Hotter still, I could feel the kid’s ever-taunting blue Speedo tickling under my cock. I pumped some precum onto the ring of pink his hole and heard Lyle gasp as I pressed in. Lyle yelled as my cock head popped into him, and Poz9In used his hands to spread Lyle’s ass open for me. I fucked in more. As I did, I leaked more precum into Lyle as I thought about pozzing up a virgin, seeing him graduate tonight with my toxic load inside him, sending him off to college with HIV. Then, hopefully, more men will get to use this young butt. I was all the way in when Poz9In gave Lyle more poppers, about 6 full hits. “Breed that neg butt or I will!” I started to fuck Lyle’s hole, in and out. It got easier with my precum lubing the walls of his rectum. I wasn’t going to last long, though. Fucking Lyle full of my poz cum was a dream coming true. I started pistoning the tight swimmer’s hole imagining how my shaft must look penetrating that pink ring. His hole gripped my cock. I was urgent to impregnate my Lyle, star Wildcat swimmer. It was my absolute goal now was to poz Lyle up. “Fuck! I’m coming.” “Fucking do it! Fucking sperm up that clean hole.” Poz9In coached. “Aaaaagh!” I felt my shaft pulse and my cock slit open as hot poz sperm coated the walls of Lyle’s unprotected rectum. I was still shooting loads into Lyle’s hole when I started fucking him hard again. “Fuck!” Lyle yelled. “Fuuuuuck! Ah, I’m coming.” Poz9In went back to sucking Lyle’s dick. “Yeah, Lyle. Feed the nice man your load while I hammer mine into your butt” I said. Lyle didn’t say anything but convulsed as he orgasmed. I held him steady so that Poz9in could have what his profile said was his favorite part of sex: the taste of sweet, young neg sperm. “Fuckin’ A!” Poz9In said with his mouth full of hard teen dick and fresh sperm. When Lyle finished cumming, I put the poppers bottle under his nose again. Lyle took the hits as ordered. When Lyle was completely flying, I put the bottle down. With my eyes I looked down to Poz9In and I invited him to bareback this amazing hole. He stood up, stepped around Lyle, and started jacking his massive cock and told me to move out of the way. He got behind Lyle, who was still recovering from cumming, and he rubbed his big mushroom head against the boy’s now reddened entrance. He looked over and got the petroleum jelly and jacked his cock some more with it until it shined under the fluorescent lighting of the janitor’s closet. As Poz9In lodged his enormous highly experienced HVL poz cock into the teen’s no-longer-virgin hole, we heard Lyle say, “Ah! Fuck!” I watched as Poz9In pushed all the way into Lyle; his silver cock ring embedding red marks into the teen’s butt cheeks. Then he fucked Lyle’s ass hard. He clamped his large hand over Lyle’s mouth to keep him quiet while he fucked him so hard that they had to keep repositioning themselves around the closet. Amazingly, Lyle’s blue Speedos remained in place, pulled down just far enough to give us men access to his now fully fuckable butthole. At times I was able to get up close and I watched as Poz9In’s cock pulled out, his shaft covered in lube and poz sperm, and pushed all the way back into the boy’s hole, stretching out that beautiful pink ring, no longer hidden away from me behind light blue lycra. I started jacking off watching them. When Poz9In saw me, he repositioned Lyle again in front of me. Still lodged in Lyle’s ass, Poz9In pushed his head down and ordered him to suck my cock. Lyle eagerly sucked me until I was so turned on, I gripped onto his blonde hair started face-fucking the teen. An amazing perv achievement: Poz9In and I were fucking Lyle Cranston: The star swimmer for the Wildcats swim team and minister’s son was now taking raw poz cock at both ends in a janitor's closet. I unloaded in Lyle’s mouth with a sharp explosion and watched him swallow my load. At the same time, Poz9In announced that he was “knocking up the twink! Fuuuuuck! That’s right. Let us charge that hole, son! Take it deep in there.” He continued convulsing and cussing as more of his jizz flowed into naive Lyle’s neg hole. When he finished, he tussled Lyle’s now dry hair as he lewdly complimented the kid, and pulled out. Poz9In pulled up his track pants, nodded at me and left. Lyle was half in a daze as he pulled up his trunks and said that he had to get to class. “Thanks, Mr. Daines.” He left the janitor’s closet quickly with a towel around his waist. "Congrats! Have a good time tonight!" I called out. Good kid. Come fall, though, college physicals could reveal a surprise for young Lyle, and just before his first-ever actual sex education class.

A month after, I find myself in the warehouse again for the next gathering. It took me a second to spot our latest Brother. Under the dimmed lights the head of my achievement shone. Brandon wore a leather harness which complimented his knee high boots. We locked eyes and I nodded. A platform not too different than the one I was subjected to was constructed in the centre of the atrium where we congregated. A miniature Greek pillar rose at each corner. Black as obsidian, its vertical grooves contained intricate motifs toward its capital that those in the Brotherhood recognize. A skull of a ram rested on the 4 pillars. Each were hollow and contained a candle, brightly blazing through its void eye and turned to face inwards to the centre of the platform. Despite the liberty Samael granted to the Brotherhood to be on meds, barely a quarter of us decided to, me included. By now, Samael has taken the role to supervise the rituals and to ensure that his legacy flourishes, raising Paul as his deputy. He had embraced, in his own words, the desired decay that was destined. A mezzanine of perforated iron encircled us on the intermediate level. Alone, he stood with hands clasped on the railing, head forward with a complete view of all 51 of us. His achievement definitely pales that of mine when I saw Brandon again. He was making his way up to the platform. Indeed, an initiate's first ritual warrants him to be acquainted by his Brothers. He got on his knees in arch with legs spread, supporting himself with his palms on the floor, arms apart. Paul was right behind him to strap his neck with a collar. He was chained onto a hidden eyebolt, causing his legs to spread wider. The sight of his new ink on the right side of his cheeks took us in awe. I could even see it in Paul rarely reveals any expressions. He brushed Brandon's cunt, licking a few fingers before protruding him. Once it was wet enough, the rimming began. Brandon was quieter than before, he became more obedient. The moans were still there, but the voice had changed for the better. It was a remarkable progress for us to witness. It wasn't just rimming that Paul was doing, he was also priming up his cunt by gradually inserting some fine Tina dust that would smoothly absorb itself without a pain. Brandon started to swelter with his back perspiring beads of sweat. A sign that the ritual will commence soon. After Paul was done, he called for a stool to sit right in front of Brandon. Still looking down, Paul held his neck, then gripped his shoulders, reaching closer to whisper to Brandon. In silence, we tried to listen but we heard only intervals of Yes in between his breaths followed by the nods of his head. Paul then gave me a sharp gaze, smirking before announcing the importance of tonight's ritual. "Brothers, every full moon we gather to worship and offer our dedication to the Brotherhood. We are beholden to Samael who had nurtured and guided us to serve the one true deity. Fearless we became in submitting ourselves to the desire that few understand. Each of you chose this path without looking back. Ave Fratres!" In unison, we chanted back. Paul continued. "My brothers, tonight is not like other nights. Our new believer who I hold is different. I wasn't the first to sense it, it was our 29th brother who was behind this contribution. Praise to you, brother, praise to you. It is your right to officiate tonight's communion. Approach!" Surrounding me, my brothers shouted in praise and thanked, fondling and pushing me closer to the platform's steps. I climbed and approached Brandon, caressing his wet back and squatting down to dive into his hole. It was just like I remembered. Tight before being lose once my tongue slips in. Brandon held his posture with the few movements being his arch going higher to give me a better portion of his hole. Not long after I was hard. I got up to adjust myself and looked at Paul. His right arm extended to pass a pipe that was filled with clouds. I looked up to exhale and see Samael nodding, perhaps mouthing "Fantastic". I immediately entered Brandon with the sole purpose of wrecking his guts. In front of my Brothers, I restrained my empathy. Remarkably, his hole was tight as our first encounter but not once did he flinched or moved. The idea of having to frequently cunt his hole out was what made this night different. He really was a rare find. 5 minutes in and neither of us had spoken. I rammed him without mercy. Only as I was about to reach my climax did I ask him if he misses me, if this is what he wanted. I didn't care if Paul was tuning in. "I miss your cock in me, yes." Few thrusts in and out of him "It's not what I want.. it's what I need" The last word, need, caused me to come sooner. Like before, I couldn't contain the moan I released. At least my Brothers cheers drowned it out. Paul held Brandon to keep him still while I kept spurting ropes of my seed into him. Once I pulled out, Paul grabbed my arm before I left. "You know it is you you who's going to seat here when the time comes?" "I am hopeful" "Don't. Own it." As usual, my seed always comes out and Brandon's puckered hole squeezed a trail that made puddle for the next Brother to slurp on. He lapped it from the floor to Paul, who passed it to Brandon. We never waste in the Brotherhood. Brandon's cunt proved to be a crowd favourite. Even when it was loose, the remaining Brothers would come in the same time as the earlier ones did. It made the night shorter than we anticipated. Once the ring of his hole formed into lips, we knew our work was done. The only challenge we faced tonight was making sure our seed stayed in Brandon. We slurped, swapped, spit & fed each other. The smell of rust could not overpower the primal scent of our sweat & semen which permeated the atmosphere. Given that I started, it was expected of me to also close the ceremony. I headed to find a plug for Brandon. I waited for my Brothers to gather themselves before I approached. I look to Paul who had his head close to Brandon's, whispering again. Encouragements mixed with Latin that hypnotized him. He had been put on a trance. I looked up and Samael was no longer there. No one noticed his displacement. All I know was that he grabbed my wrist before I could lift my arm as I held the plug. He came in for a kiss, longer than usual with our tongues dancing. "Not yet" Slowly, he made his way ahead of me to give Brandon the final load. He clasped onto the body with his muscular yet thin veiny arms. His muscles allowed him to retain the remaining vigour he had. He barely carried any fat. Still, he took his time with Brandon longer than most of us did. Paul and I were fixated on our saviour, reminiscing back to when it was us. The rest of our brothers, off from the platform kneeled to prostrate to Samael. It had been more than 3 years since he took part. Finally, when he came, the room moved as if it were hit by tremors. The chants that the Brothers made, coupled with Samael speaking in Latin during the whole time he was ramming caused a wave of energy that showered us with a sort of elation. Samael released the collar off Brandon for him to come up for a kiss. I quickly pop the plug in him. Then, his first words in a while. "Thank you, my lord." Samael spared no reply, he held Brandon's arm and walked with him off the platform. Where they were heading, we did not know.

I have taken money a few times. A man I used to fist, really got off on making the experience transactional. He told me, after our first session, he wanted to pay me for my time and my expertise. I refused. He left in a huff. When I tried to arrange a second meeting, he told me he would only come back if he could pay me. That was when I learned it was his fetish. Paying me after I worked his ass was how he 'got off.' I decided to indulge him. He paid well--and I used all the money I earned to buy things for the playroom, including the bigger toys he was soon taking.

--------------------- Part 18 --------------------- I joined Vince in bed, embraced him from behind as the big spoon, and told him how much I love him. He wasn’t asleep, so he said the same to me and backed up even closer, wrapping my arm around him and pulling me tight. Never ever have I been able to be in this position with Vince without getting an erection, and this was no exception. He felt my hard cock push against him, reached down and positioned the head of my cock against his hole. - “Push in hard. As hard as you can. No lube. Punish me. Hurt me. I deserve it, and you know I love it.” I did. I pushed hard, all the way in. He flinched in pain, and I did the same as could feel my foreskin being pulled back hard, causing a sharp pain to the underside of my cock. Vince just pushed back and pulled me close again. I only fucked him a few strokes until it started feeling nice but felt that the fucking wasn’t what was important. The important thing was that I was inside him. We were one. And slowly we drifted off to sleep, connected by flesh. Sometime during the night, we had disconnected, and I was awakened by a hard cock entering my rectum. No lube and no foreplay, it was the primal Urge again that had taken over and I could tell that Vince wasn’t aware of what he was doing, or that he was causing me pain. I called out his name but no reaction, so I reached behind me and managed to slap him in the face, causing him to wake up. - “Oh fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry baby! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”, he said, but he didn’t stop fucking me, and by now it was starting to feel better. - “Really? Then why do you keep fucking me?” - “I don’t know! I can’t stop!!!” - “It’s ok, don’t stop, just fucking breed me baby! I love you!” - “I could actually be pozzing you right now. Oh fuck! I could be pozzing you! I’m gonna do it now!” - “DO IT! POZ ME BABY! GIVE IT TO ME!” And with that, my husband blew his first (conscious) poz load in a neg ass, and it was a more intense orgasm than he’s ever had in his whole life. It marked the end of one life, and the beginning of a new one. A life where he, previously mostly a bottom, would become a dominant top, breeding every neg hole that he could find. During the week, Eddie got all his poz clients together for a meeting. He didn’t say much about it other than “It’s an ongoing investigation… I’ll let you know.” The weekend after we had a good ol’ orgy with all our friends; it was Vince and I and of course Anthony. Eddie and Matt, Tim and Tom. Vince invited the bear couple that had given him their poz loads while I was at the sauna, and I invited Roo and Javi, the nice guys who were the last to breed me at the sauna. Eddie brought along a couple of clients from the clinic, both very poz, very hung and very horny. I won’t bore you with details about this orgy, but Tim and Tom and I were the neg boys and I don’t think we were without poz cocks in our asses more than a few minutes of this 8-hour fuck fest.

That's exactly what it is. The whole "kick out all the immigrants" thing reeks of the "pure Aryan blood" fetish of the Nazis, as is the concentration of power in the hands of a few who will never have to face an election.

--------------------- Part 17 --------------------- As the champagne was emptied and the glasses put in the dishwasher, we all stood in the living room chatting for a bit. - “So… If Tom and I get pozzed before you do, can we have a go at converting you?”, Tim asked. - “Of course! You’re both hot as fuck and I’d love to get fucked by you anytime, no matter what out statuses are.”, I replied and gave him a kiss. - “It’s just that… You’re so hot! And… It’s a bit kinky, but you look exactly like out father.” - “I look like your fathers? Both of them?” - “What? We have the same father of course.”, Tim giggled. - “The same… YOU’RE BROTHERS?!” - “Uhm, yes? I thought you knew?” - “EDDIE!? You said they were boyfriends?”, I said and turned around to face him, demanding an explanation. - “What? I don’t know… I’ve seen them make out in the waiting room, and they refer to each other as “baby” or “my boy”, and they have the same surname. I just figured they were married. Also, I’ve seen them fuck on twitter or x or whatever the fuck that app is called nowadays… But... That’s hot! Really hot!”, Eddie said, looking hungrily at the brothers while grabbing his cock. - “This is fucking unacceptable!”, I said angrily, “This just won’t do! I demand that you fuck me right now! Right here! I’m not letting you leave this apartment until you’ve properly double fucked and bred my ass! Lie down on your back!” I made Tim lie down on his back on the rug in the living room. He was already hard so within seconds I had my clothes off and planted my cum filled ass down on his cock. - “Now Tom, fuck me from behind! Use your cock to massage your brothers’ cock inside me ‘til you both load me up!” I didn’t have to tell him twice. He got on his knees behind me and started pushing his big cock in alongside his brothers’ as I bent forward and started making out with Tim. The stretch was intense, and it hurt like hell from all the fucking I had received earlier today. I was not used to this much meat inside me at once. I’ve been fisted before, but it was years ago, before the focus shifted to bug chasing. Since then, there had only been one cock at a time in me. Eddie, Matt and Anthony were standing around us watching and jerking. Tom was working me from behind and Tim pushed up from beneath me. I pulled Tims’ arms above his head and rubbed my face in his left armpit. Tim moaned a quiet “Fuuuuuuck…” and he seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I started kissing his armpit, and as lust took control over me, I was soon licking it, slobbering all over. Tim was now moaning loudly; “FUUUUUCK! Lick that armpit! FUCK IT FEELS GREAT!”. Tom was picking up speed. Suddenly Eddie kneeled beside us and started shooting his load over Tims’ armpit and my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, then licked his cock clean and continued sucking the cum out of Tims’ armpit, eliciting even louder moans from him. I moved over and kissed him deeply, sharing the cum and sweat with him, spitting it into his mouth, then diving in trying to fish it out again with my tongue. I then moved over to his right pit to continue my cleaning of his sweaty body. A minute later Anthony kneeled on the other side of Tim and the process repeated with his load in Tims’ right armpit. I was in pig heaven, my ass stretched in the most amazing way by two boys half my age, and my mouth full of sexual flavours. My precum was pooling on Tims’ flat stomach, making it very slick as my cock was rubbed back and forth in motion with the fucking. I was the first to shoot, not even touching my cock. This of course made my ass clench, and that made Tim and Tom shoot off inside me, both at the same time. - “Why am I always the last to cum?! MOVE!”, Matt shouted and pushed Tom off me, then shoved his huge beer can thick cock into me at once, alongside Tim’s still hard cock, making me scream in pain. Luckily, he started blasting his poz load into me almost immediately. I collapsed on top of Tim as Matt pulled out and laid on his back next to us. - “Ok… This needs to happen EVERY weekend from now on. You hear me? That’s an order! Obey me! Tim and Tom, I am your father!”, I said to the boys, sounding like Darth Vader but quickly realizing that they could be too young to get that reference. It was met with a laugh. - “I’d love to. As long as I get to take poz loads from your husband and all your friends, I’d love to be here every weekend.”, said Tim. - “Me too!”, said Tom. - “I’ll be here”, said Anthony. - “Me too”, said Eddie. - “Me three”, said Matt. And thus, an inseparable group of fuckbuddies had formed. I let the boys take a quick shower while I thanked Eddie and Matt for all their support before they left for home. Anthony hugged me a long time, kissed me and said: - “One down, one to go. We’re gonna get you pozzed up real soon, I promise. We’ll just have to work a bit harder. I love you guys.” - “I love you too. And I know Vince does as well. We’re so happy I met you at the clinic.” - “So am I. I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how Vince is feeling.”, and with that, he left. I went into the bathroom to check on the boys and found them still in the shower. Tom was on his knees and Tim was pissing in his mouth. Apparently, I startled them. When Tim realised I was there, he squeezed off the stream and tried to cover what they were doing. - “Don’t mind me! Keep pissing! I’ve turned into quite the piss pig myself lately, so I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together later. Fuck… Having two beautiful brothers pissing I my mouth at the same time would be a dream come true.” Tim let his stream continue and Tom was gulping it down as much as he could. I walked up to them and bent over to get a mouthful of the last of Tims’ stream. I swallowed some of it, then kissed Tom and spit the rest into his mouth. I kissed Tim and left them to finish up so they could go home. I was eager to go to bed, it had been a long day, and I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. When they were done, they got dressed, still with the plugs in their asses. After kissing and hugging, they left. The apartment was quiet again, and it felt both soothing and a bit sad. I was so happy that we had found all these amazing people that we could now call our friends and lovers.

--------------------- Part 15 --------------------- 45 minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened and outside were two cute twinky boys that barely seemed of legal age. I was tired, sweaty, and felt like they were disturbing me, so I got annoyed. - “What? If you’re selling something; I don’t want it and if your Jehovah’s Witnesses then I’m gonna fuck your asses with my big gay cock!”, I said, trying to scare them off and leave me alone. - “Are you Jay? Eddie sent us. He should be here soon too.”, one of the boys said. - “Eddie sent you? What for?” - “To help with your husband. And frankly, we wouldn’t mind if you fucked our asses with your big gay cock.”, the other boy said with a smile, looking at my crotch and licking his lips. They both giggled. Just then, Eddie came up the stairs. - “Let them in Jay! No time to waste!” I moved away from the door and let Eddie and the boys into our apartment. - “So, this is Tim, the client I, uhm, accidentally fell face first into at the clinic last week, and then subsequently bred.”, Eddie said, pointing at the shorter of the two boys. He was tiny in every way. Short, blonde and blue eyed, very slim, clean shaven, wearing a white shirt with the two top buttons unbuttoned, black pants and a black backpack. He looked very much like a little Mormon boy, or like a very innocent altar boy of a church. “Don’t be fooled by his innocent looks, he’s a proper bug chaser, he just hasn’t caught it yet.” - “Hi Tim, I’m Jay.”, I said, shaking his hand. Tim responded by grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a wet kiss. - “And this is Tom, his boyfriend, who I have yet to breed but Tim tells me he’s just as much of a bug chasing slut as he is.”, Eddie said and motioned to Tom. Tom was slightly taller with short light brown hair and a bit more muscle. Probably on the swim team of his school, I thought to myself. He looked almost as boyish as Tim, but with a very light scruff on his chin and I could see a few strands of hair on chest at the top of the grey t-shirt he was wearing. - “Nice to meet you Tom”, I said and extended my hand, only to once again be pulled into a wet kiss. “You boys sure are friendly…” I said with a smile and motioned to them to continue into the living room. I held Eddie back by grabbing him from behind, wrapping my arm around him, and I whispered in his ear: - “Tim and Tom? Are you kidding? What are they, fucking chipmunks? And how old are they? I feel like I could be their father!” - “Shut up Jay and just enjoy. Be grateful that they are here to help! And, by the way; yes, you could most definitely be their father, dirty old man.”, Eddie said and laughed. - “Fuck you Eddie…”, I said and playfully choked him with my arm. Eddie just laughed. - “Don’t worry, they’re older than they look. Tim is 19 and Tom just turned 20.” We all entered the living room where Anthony was sitting on the couch. He got up and introduced himself and was greeted with kisses from the boys just like I was. Eddie and I sat down with Anthony on the couch, and the boys took an armchair each on the opposite side of the coffee table. Without anyone saying anything, they both started undressing and was soon sitting completely naked across from us, playing with their cocks. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes, these boys were stunningly beautiful, and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Before they arrived, Eddie had told them a bit about their mission there today, that they were both going to take turns riding a cock that was going through a conversion, and that they had to keep that cock satisfied until it could not shoot a single sperm anymore. As they were both bug chasers, they were very excited at the prospect of receiving loads from someone as he was converting. Their cocks quickly got hard, and they were both well above average in size, quite similar to each other, and looked to be about the same size as my cock. - “JAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! AAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!”, came another call from the bedroom. - “It’s time.”, Eddie said, “Who’s going first?” - “I AM!”, both boys said at the same time, eager to begin. - “Tim, you go first. The bedroom is through there. Don’t try to suck him, just ride that cock as fast and hard as you can.”, Eddie said. Tim went into the bedroom and the rest of us stayed behind. Tom looked a bit disappointed, but Eddie assured him that he would get his turn. Several turns, as a matter of fact. That seemed to ease Toms’ mind a bit. I wanted to follow Tim into the bedroom to watch this beautiful boy ride my husband, but I was just too tired. Ten minutes later Tim came back to the living room, out of breath, his skinny body glistening with sweat and his cock standing straight out from his body. He picked up his backpack, opened it and took out a butt plug, then he made a real show for us by putting one foot on the armrest of the armchair and bending forward, exposing his wet hole to us and inserting the plug with a plop. - “Don’t want to lose any of those precious fluids…”, he said as he covered the armchair with a towel and sat down with his hands behind his head. He looked content. He was smiling and looking me straight in the eyes and as he was breathing heavily, I could see his abs flexing and his cock moving. He moved his right hand to his left triceps, stroking himself down over the armpit, his breast, his stomach and down to his cock. He continued in between his legs and gave the plug a little pull and push, moaning as he did. I could feel precum flowing out of my cock in my pants as I longed to go over there and sit on his cock, kiss him, caress him, kiss his neck, nibble his ears and feel his lips against mine. But most of all I was hypnotized by his armpit. I felt an urge to lick it and continue licking his entire sweaty body. This is what young men’s pheromones do to me, I thought to myself. So many occasions before had I become hard in uncomfortable situations, just because some young sweaty man was nearby and his pheromones were attacking my senses. But that’s not why they were here. They were here to take care of my husband. My desires were not prioritized, and I had to wait. I shook the thought out of my head. - “Anyone want something to drink while we wait for the next call from the bedroom?”, I said, adjusted my cock, and went to the kitchen for some sodas. We sat there chatting, talking about everything and nothing, about how we met Anthony, about our first visits to the clinic. The boys where hard almost all the time, and I could tell that Tom was getting impatient. He wanted some of that cum. An hour later it was his turn. - “AAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” - “We should get him a bell to ring… An ass-bell. Ding-ding-ding, the bull needs to breed!”, Anthony joked. Tom was quickly on his feet, almost running towards the bedroom. Ten minutes later he came out, cock dripping with precum, ass dripping with poz cum, body dripping with sweat. These boys were heaven sent, there was no way I could’ve dealt with all this by myself. Tom also took out a plug from his backpack, but he gave it to me to insert. I couldn’t resist diving into his pretty young ass and have a taste before plugging it up, and the taste was heavenly. I could definitely taste cum, but there was something more to it, something sweet. Not a hint of lube, so I assumed he had just planted himself on my husbands’ cock without any, probably because of a desire to tear a bit to be at greater risk of getting pozzed. I could taste a hint of blood as well, the iron-like taste could not be mistaken. He moaned, but as I tried to get deeper with my tongue, he clenched and said “No, I need to keep it in me. Plug me up!”, and so I did by roughly shoving the big plug into him, causing him to gasp. He turned around, almost slapping me in the face with his cock, and thanked me. I grabbed the cock in front of my face, squeezed it from the base up along the shaft, and licked the large drop of precum off the head. Tom went back to his chair and sat down, rubbing his thighs. - “Good workout this… Won’t have to do leg day tomorrow…”

Here we go, now it’ll get even more intense. Maybe some of you will think it’s too “out there” or “too fantasy” but take it with a pinch of salt and I promise it’ll be a little more “normal” later on. As I said previously, there is a ton of loose material that is just waiting to be tied into the story. If I counted correctly, I’ve posted 13 parts so far. The next day in the life of Jay and Vince will be parts 14-18. I hope you enjoy! --------------------- Part 14 --------------------- After 10 days all our pains and symptoms were gone. We kept seeing Anthony almost every day and we all became very close, it was almost like a throuple. The sex was always amazing, and the previously “total top” Antony was getting fucked by us all the time. Antony wasn’t getting treated for his HIV, and even though he was breeding us several times per week, neither of us got the fuck flue. It wasn’t until four months later that Vince woke up one Saturday morning, drenched in sweat, with a high fever and feeling like death. Delirious, he woke me up and said: - “Baby, I think it’s happening. I think I’m converting. It feels like a really, really bad flue but look at my fucking cock!”. He lifted the covers, and his cock was so hard it was purple. - “Your illness is making you horny?” - “Like never before. You need to help me with this! NOW!”, he said, grabbed my head and forced my mouth down on his throbbing cock. It was strange sucking a fever cock. It felt so warm in my mouth, and it was salty from all the sweating during the night. I felt like I was sucking on a freshly grilled sausage. But it was so incredibly hard, harder than I’d ever felt his cock before. I kept sucking while he just lay there still, with his hand lightly pushing my head down on his cock. - “No, this won’t do. You need to ride me. I’d fuck you, but I have no energy. You need to do the work and I need to cum inside you. It wants to be shot inside an ass, not a mouth. It needs to.” - “I’ll just go and do a quick clean out…” - “NO! NOW! RIDE IT!”, he shouted angrily. He was scaring me a bit, but I did as I was told, quickly lubed up my hole and sat down on him. He lay still, sweating profusely, while I rode him to the best of my ability. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter and milked him every time I lifted myself up, then slammed back down on him hard. He seemed a bit out of it, almost as if he was unconscious, but 10 minutes later his eyes opened again, meeting mine, as he convulsed and shot his load inside me. My thigh muscles were burning from the workout, so it was about time! As he finished shooting, he immediately fell asleep again. I got of his cock and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, then I cleaned his still hard cock. He was in a deep sleep and didn’t react to the cleaning. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, and I put a glass of water by the bed for Vince. He was going to need fluids, the way he was sweating. About an hour later I heard him calling from the bedroom. - “Jaaaaay!” - “Yes baby, how are you feeling? Drink some water!” - “Already did. Now hurry! You must ride me again. NOW!” Yet again he pulled of the sheets and showed his rock-hard cock. It seemed even bigger than before. Again, I rode him until he shot inside me, then he fell back asleep. I refilled his water and cleaned him off again. This time I also cleaned myself out properly, since I was guessing this would be the theme of the day. I called Anthony to get him over here and help me. He was there within 20 minutes. An hour later Vince called for me again. Anthony and I went into the bedroom, and it was the same scene all over, but this time I let Anthony ride him since my legs were so tired. I am a “bear” after all, and riding cock with my heavy upper body is a real work-out. After only a minute of Anthony riding him, Vince pushed him off and said: - “No… He’s poz! Needs to be a neg ass! Poz won’t work!” So, yet again I found myself riding his cock, milking a load out of him. This time however I had Anthony who helped me by holding me up, so I didn’t have to carry my entire weight myself. We were worried about him, and when he passed out after breeding me a third time, I called Doctor Eddie on his private phone. - “Eddie speaking!” - “Hey, it’s Jay. Do you remember me and my husband Vince? We were at your clinic a few months ago.” - “Oh, hey slut! Of course I remember! I’ve been thinking of you, we were supposed to set up that party if you guys didn’t convert, remember? Have you converted yet?” - “Uhm… I don’t think I have, but that’s why I’m calling. I think Vince is converting right now…” - “Aaaaand now my cock is rock hard!”, Eddie laughed, “How’s he feeling?” - “NOT good! He’s passed out, but he awakens once every hour and… how do I describe this… He DEMANDS that I use my neg ass to milk a load out of him. I’ve tried sucking him, but it’s no good to him. I even tried outsourcing to Anthony, but since he’s already poz it’s no good either. The only thing that’s good enough for Vince right now is negative ass. And my legs can’t cope with riding him anymore! What do I do? What’s happening to him?” Eddie was silent. - “Eddie? Are you there?” - “Yes! Uhm… Sorry… I was… This sounds EXACTLY like how it was for me, except I didn’t have any neg bottom to breed in my apartment, so I went completely berserk when I got what I call The Urge.” - “What? In what way? What’s going to happen if I deny him my hole? - “Not sure… In my case I got an adrenaline rush like I’ve never experienced before. It somehow lowered my fever and energized me enough to get me out of bed. I was aware of what I was doing, but not why. I think it’s the conversion itself that subconsciously makes you so extremely fucking horny that you lose control of yourself, that why I call it The Urge, and for me The Urge was directing every move I made. I found myself packing a bag with energy bars and electrolyte drinks and make my way to the sauna where I fucked and bred basically everyone until I passed out in a cabin. I don’t remember anything after that, but apparently the cleaning staff found me, woke me up, then I, or rather The Urge, managed to seduce cleaner into taking my load before passing out again. That made the guy call an ambulance because he thought I had done too much drugs of some kind, and they me to a hospital where I woke up much later. I had no idea how I got there or what time it was, but the male nurse that was tending to me thanked me for breeding him. Twice. I had been in the hospital for 48 hours by then…” Now it was my turn to be silent. - “Jay? Are you still there? I’m not saying this WILL happen to Vince.” - “I’m here, I’m just… In shock.” - “As I said, it may not be as bad for Vince. I converted Matt as you know, and he had The Urge, but a lot less severe. He didn’t do things without being aware, and he never passed out. He was just a lot more horny than usual and whenever he fucked someone who was poz he couldn’t cum. And the ones he’s pozzed after that has had even weaker symptoms. It seems to diminish with each generation. The Urge episodes usually only last for the first day or so, then it’s more of a regular flue for a few days. I don’t think it’s anything supernatural, probably just that the more powerful the conversion is, the more subconsciously horny you get, and all your inhibitions just disappear. I’ve had other clients at the clinic that had it as bad as I did, and they were all sluts like me, and like you guys, taking any load they could get from anyone, anytime. So, it seems it all depends on who he got it from. It was obviously not from me since I haven’t seen you in months. Any idea who it might be?” - “Not really. We’re still hanging out with Anthony a lot, and he’s breeding us both several times a week, but I still haven’t gotten sick, and Anthony didn’t have any of these symptoms when he converted. But, of course, there’s been others, since we’re such sluts.”. I looked over at Anthony who rolled his eyes at me, smiled and nodded an exaggerated “YES YOU ARE!”. - “Right… Maybe he got it from the same generation as me then, or maybe an even earlier one. I’ve read a lot of papers on HIV and sexual behaviour and it’s not uncommon that converting makes you extra horny. It’s just that this strain seems more powerful than any I’ve read about. Taking meds and becoming undetectable seems to remove the drive completely. That’s why I’m not taking any, don’t want to become frigid…” - “But what do I do now? My legs won’t carry me anymore!” - “You could wait and hope that he falls back asleep and wakes up without The Urge. Just make sure he gets plenty of fluids and electrolytes in the brief moments that he wakes up. But honestly, I think you might be in for some trouble… I still find myself with The Urge sometimes even though it’s been years since I converted. Just last week I blacked out when taking rectal swabs of a cute twink at work and woke up just a few seconds later with my tongue buried deep in the twinks hole while he was moaning loudly. Of course, he left with a big load in his hole and a smile on his face… It’s like The Urge can feel the presence of a bug chaser.” Just then, another call from the bedroom. - “JAAAAAAAY! I NEED YOUR HOLE!” - “Oh fuck, now he’s calling for me again! Help me, Eddie! Can you stop by with some drugs I can sedate him with ‘til it’s over?” - “I have a better idea. Try to muster through another session with him and I will have a solution on your doorstep before the next Urge. Ok?” - “Just fucking hurry Eddie!” I hung up and went into the bedroom with Anthony. This time I lay on my side with my husband fucking me from behind, while Anthony helped pushing us together and soon enough a fourth load was deposited in me, and Vince was back asleep.

Just left Steamworks Berkeley. The crowd was good for a Tuesday afternoon. Went right to the slurp ramp and orally serviced a grandpa with a nice cock. My towel was off and ass out to draw attention. I was prelubed so while I sucked him another older guy 2 fingered my hole. The feeder was appreciative of my sucking and after 5 minutes, I swallowed the first load of the day. Next stop was the steam room. Heading in, I cruised a tall, handsome daddy. It worked because he followed me in and soon we were kissing and working each others nips. His cock grew and was better than average. I dropped to my knees to get him rock hard. A few minutes later I backed up on his thick 7”. He fucked me for a few minutes and invited me back to his room. Somehow we missed each other after I grabbed another towel. No worries. A guy across the hall ushered me into his room. We were playing with the door open and a middle aged mixed race guy came in. I sucked both of them for a bit. The room occupant wanted me to suck him while he lay down. Perfect. I offered up my ass to the other guy and he plunged right in. He fucked me hard and fast. I milked his cock and in a few minutes he said he was going to cum. Told him to breed me deep and that he did. First load in! Excused myself to find the original daddy. Once we connected in his room, he went to work fucking me. He had his way with me for about 10 minutes. Unfortunately none of the lookers wanted to join in. He wanted a break and I went looking for more cock. Found the sling room and went for a ride. A decently hung younger black guy fucked me for a bit. Then a Middle Eastern guy swapped in and hard fucked me until he blew his load. Second load and I was pretty sloppy. Had a few more guys fuck me before circling back to stream room daddy. He was ready to head out but needed to cum first. Back into the sling and he was balls deep in seconds. He pounded me while I said breed me, fill me with your seed. A few minutes later he was grunting and bred me deep! Like a good bottom, I cleaned all the cum and ass juices of his daddy meat. 3rd load in my hole! By this point the crowd had thinned out and I felt pretty lucky. Fucked at least half dozen times, sucked quite a few nice cocks, swallowed one and three deep inside. Oh. I owe you guys an account of men’s club from Sunday. That was an epic day for taking loads.

I got 5 loads from 4 guys in succession yesterday. The first guy was around 5" so he went in with just spit. He busted a huge nut, and his nut was big enough to lube my hole up for the 8" dick that came after. By that time I was lubed a stretched good, and the other two guys had no trouble fucking me. The third guy came immediately, stayed inside for a minute while he got hard again. He fucked for 15 more minutes before busting his second nut. The last guy said it was his birthday lol

PART 2 I saw Lyle graduate. In a gray suit and navy tie under his cap and gown, he walked up to get his diploma and photograph taken. I smiled devilishly when I noticed that his gait was more bow-legged than usual. His sweet neg hole was likely still carrying the two poz loads from the hard cherry-busting fuck Poz9in and I gave him that morning in the janitor closet. Lyle smiled wide for the camera and moseyed back to his seat. That's when I left. Online, around Christmas time, I saw that Poz9in was in a chat room on the barebacker web site where we had, in June, hooked up for the sole purpose of making sure that Lyle's first fuck was done by my poz cock with toxic sperm shooting directly into his unprotected neg butthole. After that was accomplished, I didn't see Lyle again. I wondered if we had successfully seroconverted my handsome young jock. Internet searches told me that he was doing well in swimming, a champion in a state tournament, even! Go, Lyle. A photo of the blonde swimmer showed perfectly muscled body, a victorious smile under sparkling blue eyes, and a large bowl-shaped trophy that he was holding over his head Me: Hey, Poz9. It's been awhile. How was the rest of your summer after we hooked up with our virgin pollywog? Poz9 invited me to a private chat. I accepted. Poz9in: Yeah, man, fucking that cute virgin jock was fucking hot. I have a confession to make. But I think you'll like it. Me: Wow, Ok. What is it? Poz9in: Well… hell. Here goes… As you might have guessed, I'm a total perv. After having Lyle's tight hole around my cock, I knew that I'd have to find a way to get my cock inside him again. Me: God, yes! Tell me you nailed that hole again with your massive poz cock! Tell me everything! Poz9in: I became Lyle's stalker the moment I shot my high viral load into the dumb kid. I came back to the school around 2 and waited an hour for classes let out. When I spotted him, I followed him home from school. It didn't look like his parents were home, so I took a chance and rang the doorbell. He answered, surprised and nervous when he saw me standing on his front porch. He told me to come in. I asked if anyone else were home. He said no. I demanded that he show me the way to his bedroom. Me: Damn! Poz9in: Not knowing how much time I had, I pushed him onto his twin bed and closed the bedroom door. He was face down on the bed (perfect), so I forced his jeans and briefs down and pushed down my tracks again and mounted him for a good rape-style breeding. He took it well. I slipped into his hole and our cum from that morning's fuck felt like warm butter on my cock. I covered his mouth to prevent him from yelling and fucked him so hard he bled some. I didn't give him poppers because I didn't care. I just needed to get another high viral load into that sweet jock butt while I still had the chance. Me: Fuck yeah! Damn, did you do it? Did you give him a third poz load before his graduation ceremony? Poz9in: I absolutely blasted that neg hole with a load I spent all day building up just plotting about how I was going to poz up Lyle Cranston in his own bedroom. As I long-dicked and fucked in my fresh load of toxic sperm into his hole, I looked around and saw that his suit was all laid out on the bed, crumpled now from our fucking on it. A little blood and sperm smeared the gray wool slacks on the inside left thigh. The gown would cover it. We heard someone enter the front door of the house. I pulled out of Lyle and looked for an exit. Lyle got up, pulled up his jeans and led me to a back door where I escaped detection. Pretty stealth, eh? Me: Fuck that's amazing! You are a stealth perv! Poz9in: There's more. Me: Oh shit! What? Poz9in: Lyle went off to college in late August. And… I fucked him raw on average 5 times a week until he left town. Never a condom mentioned. I think he likes the sperm injection more than the invasion of mancock in his hole. Once, on the night before he left, he met me at a motel room where I used a lube gun to shoot his hole up with 16 loads from 11 of my adult arcade bookstore friends who agreed to help me after I showed them his yearbook photos. I made sure to group text all 11 to inform them once when I flooded Lyles' hole with their loads, and again to let them know that I was fucking their loads into Lyle's hole at that moment. Some were poz/some not so poz. As I worked up to unload my own fresh sperm up there, I took my time. All evening my phone blew up with my porn shop friends cheering me on. Since we weren't in his bedroom this time, I could fuck him longer, and possibly suck out a sweet load from him for once before he had to go home. Me: So Lyle, who was a virgin only two months ago, had 16 anonymous loads inside his butt when… please tell me you knocked him up with a 17th. Poz9in: I did shoot my 51st high viral load into Lyle that night. A proficient perv counts! I still don't know if he has gotten tested for HIV yet. Honestly, I don't really want this pozzing challenge to end. He always texts me when he is home alone and wanting me to come over. Even at Thanksgiving, I went over to his parent’s house at 2 a.m. and, without making too much noise, stuffed his butt with my cock. No mention of anything yet. We can keep trying. Christmas is coming. You were his first. Should we double team him again? Maybe blindfold him and find a couple random poz tops from the website to pose as us at first. I’d love to see some old leather daddies stake their claim on his hole. That'd be hot. Me: I'd love to see my hot boy unknowingly take random anonymous dick. Yeah, let's do it.

I have taken money in exchange for use of my holes. It's not MY thing, but if he gets off on paying me to bottom for him, I'll take it. Sometimes, I've bought myself something frivolous. Other times, I've donated it. Still other times, I've bought someone else dinner. I have no moral objections to it, but it'll never be my primary (or even secondary) source of income - especially now that I'm older! Ha!

Or reply (with a sly grin), "AND I swallow!"

A dick is a dick so cut or uncut, I'm happy to deepthroat it. But uncut, when we pay attention to how ultra sensitive the glans can be compared to cut guys, takes some finesse. I have a new preferred suck bud as I seem to be the one guy in our group that can do it in a way that he loves.... So guys what am I supposed to say when someone (rarely these days) utters "cocksucker!" as a supposedly hurtful epithet? I've taken to simply responding "YUP".

Naked in the sun is just the best and most natural. An early bf, I was about 19 and he was 39, got me totally into Naked sunbathing and swimming, to the point where I have long felt uncomfortably in swim wear. He briefed me on all the best gay resorts and cities around the world (pre google) and encouraged me to tour and visit as many as possible and basically be a complete whore 😈🐷 Enjoying every minute and still following his advice. Naked right now in Greek sunshine as I write, with lots of hot Greeks and other Southern Europeans around 😜😎

LMAO - such a silly question.🤐

I'd more than happily be your slave for a long weeKend.

Dude, back off please. I have a degree in criminal justice and have worked in law enforcement for a significant period of my life and everything BootmanLA has written is factually correct, if not, I would have countered his statement with additional facts or counterpoints. Personally, let’s allow the criminal justice system play out. (I’m stepping out of this conversation now; hopefully everyone else does too).

What I linked to was what is called the "complaint" - it's not the indictment itself but rather a statement of the facts that are being presented. It's presented to a judge when seeking an arrest warrant to charge someone with a crime. The difference between this and an indictment is that criminal complaints are used when there may not be time to present the prosecutors' case to a Grand Jury (who would issue an indictment) - for instance, when there's an ongoing criminal conspiracy and they're trying to prevent a further crime from happening. (Grand Juries typically meet for a couple of days a month for several months or a year, and hear whatever cases the Dept. of Justice wants to present to them). Criminal complaints are also used when there's a concern that evidence might be compromised by waiting. However, for felonies, once a criminal complaint is issued and the person is arrested, the prosecutors do have to actually secure an indictment (I believe they have 30 days). If the investigation continues and they uncover more evidence, they can seek a "superseding indictment" that adds additional charges, if necessary. But due process requires that there at least be an initial indictment fairly quickly, so the accused knows what he's specifically accused of. Based on the criminal complaint, he has not been charged with "sending 300 files" to anyone. That's not how this generally works; the penalty for sending one file are pretty much as drastic as sending ten, or fifty, or whatever. It's a lot easier to prove one count of something - you pick the event that's easiest to prove, and they had the receiving phone in their possession when it was sent and found the sending record on the phone seized from the defendant. That's pretty much a slam dunk. (I wouldn't be surprised if they'd gotten the phone company records and linked Wolf's known location with the geographic location of the phone at the time of the transmission for extra proof.) IF the case fell apart - a jury refused to convict, for instance - the prosecutors COULD bring charges based on other files or transmissions, but they'd be harder to prove without the send and receive records both in hand the way they appear to be in this case. Not legally. The possession of such material is a crime in and of itself. Sending such material is a crime in and of itself. The REASON you have it or send it doesn't matter; you can totally have zero interest in sex with an underaged person and it's still illegal to have or send the file. Just like, for instance, it's illegal for me to have a stash of cocaine or fentanyl. Doesn't matter whether I've never used drugs in my life or never wanted to use drugs in my life: if I have them, I'm breaking the law, and if I sell them to someone, I'm breaking the law. In fact, I suspect that quite a few drug dealers never touch the stuff themselves because they know what it can do; they're just in it for the money. But he's not charged with being a pedophile; and as I noted many posts back, we don't know - and at this point, can't know - whether he ever had sex with an underaged boy anywhere, any time. And he's not charged with that, either. He's charged with sharing child pornography (or, as others have said, child sex abuse material). Assuming the facts alleged in the criminal complaint are true (and that's what will have to be proven at trial, assuming the indictment tracks the complaint), then he did what he's charged with. Put simply, "being a pedophile (someone sexually attracted to children)" is not itself a crime. Actually having sex with a child *IS* a crime (at least in this country), but he's not accused of that. Possessing and sending CP/CSAM *ARE* crimes, and he *IS* accused of those.

Part VIV After maybe an hour I was starting to feel like I needed a rest. I had been getting fucked nonstop from anyone who could get themselves through the small crowd that had formed around me. Word had obviously spread rapidly and I hadn’t spent a minute without a cock in my ass and mouth since that first guy. I usually didn’t see who the men were, and I certainly wasn’t asking any questions. All cock - big, small, thick, thin - and all men - big, small, hot, not - were accepted. At one point someone had stripped me down to just my jock, tossing my tank, jeans, and boots into a corner. It felt freeing to be nearly naked in the middle of a bar getting used by god knows who. I suddenly felt a wave of gratitude for my daddy for showing me who I really am. I wondered briefly what my friends and family would think, seeing me this way… what my ex would think… but put it out of my mind. Suddenly I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me up off the cocks I was servicing. Daddy. “Alright boys. Time for a break. He’ll be back.” He walked me towards the bar in the other room. I noticed a few phones being hastily stuffed into pockets. I wondered if I was about to become famous in some corners of the web… Back in the dim lighting of the bar, I’m sure I looked a bit of a mess. I was sweaty, cum running down my legs, but I was happy. The bartender winked as he handed me a water. “Quite a show” he said. Daddy hadn’t said anything to me yet, just swirled a finger around my gaping and leaking hole which he promptly put in my mouth. I sucked it lovingly as I gazed into his dark eyes. He smacked my ass and sauntered away. I was again on my own. It did not take long for my “break” to be over. I felt a presence behind me, and heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. I felt a large cock stiffening against my ass and made a point to look at the bartender and not the man behind me as he eased himself into me. I guess he thought he needed to be gentle because he was so big but… my ass had never been more accommodating. I groaned with pleasure and arched my back to let more of him in. Bracing against the bar. He grabbed my head, turning it towards him and kissed me deeply keeping one hand on my hip as he drilled away at my sloppy cunt. “Fuuuuck boy! Good fuckin pussy! I like your tatt. That guy who left you here your owner?” “Yessir” “I know some of the guys who used you… your daddy you know you’re out here taking poz dick?” “Yessir. He’s poz too” “And you?” “Dunno” “Damn, that’s fuckin hot… well you’re a lucky boy cuz I got a big toxic load for you right… NOW!” He slumped down a bit after cumming, kissing the nape of my neck in an almost tender way. He pulled out and zipped up “see ya around, kid, hope next time I do, you’re one of us.” At this point the bartender had come out from behind the bar. Grabbing my hand he pulled me over to a bench against the wall and sat me down. Climbing up to stand on the bench above me, he opened his fly and slid his hard cock into my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, I felt someone pull the snaps on my jock, releasing my now very big and hard cock from its confines. Sticking straight up and away from me I felt a hand grab me, spit to lube me a little, and in an instant a tight, warm, smooth hole was sliding down to the base of my dick. I knew daddy had forbidden it, but it felt so godamn good…. And with the bartender in my mouth I couldn’t get up easily. A few more strokes on my dick and I was getting very very close to cumming…. I was so desperate for it my hips involuntarily thrust upwards to get deeper into my unseen bottom. So close… so very close….. and then: “Off, boy!” The movement stopped. My balls ached for release but was denied. “Sorry, he doesn’t top.” The bartender never relented on fucking my face and soon came down my throat. He climbed down and I looked up at my daddy. Guilty at having defied him. Ashamed at my inability to control myself. I guess he scared the bottom off because he was nowhere to be found Daddy looked at me “Come on, the owner of this place wants to see you.” He took the rest of my jock off and I walked naked through the bar to a door in the back. Inside was a huge man in a small office. Two chairs and a desk. The man leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. A huge bulge pulsed slightly as I approached, falling to my knees I nuzzled my face into his crotch. I ran my hands up his big thighs and looked up over his big belly into his eyes. He wasn’t an unattractive man, bald, handsome face, but there was a look behind his eyes that hinted at something darker beneath the surface. “Get me naked, boy” he stood up. Taller than I am, he also probably had 80 pounds on me. I stripped him down. Pulling down his pants and underwear I was shocked at what I saw. A hugely thick and long cock, much bigger than my daddy’s. I stared slack jawed in wonder. “11. Can you handle it?” “Make me” He smirked and spun me around bending me over the desk. Kicking my legs apart, I reached back and spread my cheeks, showing off my gaping and wet hole. I felt his mammoth cock head at my entrance. A few gobs of spit from the man and he started sliding in. Even with all the dick I had taken that night and the regular use by daddy, it was a struggle. He was easily the thickest cock I had taken and certainly the longest. I winced, bit my bottom lip, and pushed my hole out to try and accommodate him. I looked up and saw daddy with his phone out, videoing the encounter with closeups of my face mid struggle. I resolved then to not just take it but to put on a show. So I arched my back and raised up to my tip toes giving the man a better angle. He had a few inches left so he grabbed my waist in both hands and slammed his way home. Pubes against my ass huge balls resting against my own. I screamed. His hand clamped over my mouth to muffle the sound. He withdrew a tiny amount, and back in. He was so deep I wasn’t sure if it felt amazing or painful. His small and insistent thrusts however got progressively longer and harder. My ass was gradually stretching and before long all my uncertainty was gone. This was heaven. Daddy fed me some poppers and in no time I was crying out with pleasure as he long dicked me with the biggest tool I had ever had. I begged him to fuck me harder. Deeper. He grabbed my shoulders and put one foot up on the desk. Just that extra few centimeters had me squealing like a pig. Suddenly he pulled out of me and stood back to admire his work. I fell immediately to the floor and took his incredible cock into my mouth. Going as deep down on him my jaw would allow. I was desperate to show this man how much I worshipped him and his cock. I held his balls as I worked his dick. Licking up and down the shaft to get all of our juices, tasting the cum from the many men who’d been inside me before him. He watched me hungrily. Satisfied he pulled me up, kissed me, and lay me down on my back. I pulled my legs back showing off my leaking cunt and he slammed back into me so deeply and so quickly it took my breath away. My eyes rolled back in my head. My cock throbbed. Daddy came up to me and slid his hard cock into my mouth as he filmed me from above. I thought he must have been fucking guys that night. I was sure when I tasted them in his dick, which got my dick even harder somehow. I felt it and it must have been a full 9”. The man grabbed onto it as he fucked me. I tried to say no, knowing that if he touched me I was sure to cum. But daddy’s cock muffled my protests. I whimpered and writhed as the man fucked me and when he started in on my nipple it was too much. One quick tug on my dick and I was screaming through daddy’s cock and exploding everywhere in an orgasm that rocketed through my entire body. Daddy came down my throat next followed by the man who let out a deep guttural noise as he emptied his balls into me. The dicks fell out of my body. And I lay there panting. The men high fived and fell into conversation as they dressed. “DAMN your boy can take some dick. Been a long while since someone that fine came in here and was able to take me.” “Been training him. But even if I hadn’t… bitch was made for it” “No doubt. Listen. You ever want to put him to work… I could use a new gogo boy. He’d make some good money and ahhhh… some good friends. Hehe” “Yeah for sure. Start next weekend?” “Tell him to come here Saturday night. Wear that leather jock and the neon tank. That was cute” “You got it!” And then to me “come on boy. Say goodbye to your new employer, Larry” I stood on shaky legs. “Goodbye Larr- I mean, sir!” “See you next week baby cakes. Try and get that hole tight before you bring it back here. Need to make sure I can get off in it again” And with that we left. I managed to find my clothes. Daddy fended off more men as I was paraded through the bar looking definitely worse for wear. In the cab home daddy held me close to him. I was almost falling asleep when he said “you did good tonight boy. I’m very proud. Larry doesn’t invite just anyone to work there. He’s been fucking that other gogo boy for a while now but told me he needed some new meat. Stretched him out too much I guess. So just make sure you keep that hole tight for us and you’ll be good. Oh and we gotta do something about your dick now, since you obviously can’t be trusted.”

I have to agree with @topblkmale. The majority of guys who I play with, who identify as straight and even have wives and children, seem to feel they are somehow shielded from STDs because when they leave they go home to their "straight lives". They would never think to get tested, I have one who said his medical insurance was supervised by a coworker so he didn't want the claims to be seen from a medical provider. Another actually works as a phlebotomist for Quest Diagnostics, and tells me he uses telephone numbers to get the names of guys he is considering playing with, and then runs them through the data base at Quest to see if they have had blood work drawn and what the results are. I've told him that's illegal, a HIPPA violation and he would be terminated if his employer found out. His response to me was that he ran the lab, he was the supervisor, and that situation would never happen. But still he'll play without a condom and those lab results are only good up till the date they were drawn. He doesn't know how many guys an individual has played with from the time of the last lab work Those two may be extreme examples of ignorance but I find many so called "straight guys" seem to be clueless, their entire lives their only concern was getting a girl pregnant. Well no fear with that when it comes to playing with me, but still, they don't know what I have done the previous day or the previous week - they seem oblivious. Oh, and Monkeypox, several claimed they didn't know much about it. Here in Florida, there were alot of cases, I got vaxxed as soon as it became available to me, but not one of these so called "straight guys" could be bothered. I just shake my head......

It was so incredible, I love cum and getting bred but the sheer passion and understanding you get from fellow subs is just so sensual. I need to get ruined like this more often!

I was the same. I couldn't bend forward to suck, but head over heels, I could. I sucked myself from around 14 until I finally lost my virginity at age 20. I'm cut--and so was every man I met for the longest time. afterwards.

--------------------- Part 16 --------------------- We continued chatting, I cooked lunch for everybody. Every hour Vince called from the bedroom, and Tim and Tom took turns milking him with their neg boy holes. At some point Eddie called Matt to pick up some stuff from the clinic and swing by, which he did in time for dinner. I ordered pizzas for everyone. When I opened the door I was flanked by two naked boys with hard cocks and in the background someone was screaming “I NEED TO FUCK AAAAAAASSSSSS!”. The look of shock on the pizza boy was absolutely priceless. After another milking of Vince, we ate together and had some wine. Since Vince was so out of it, Eddie administered an IV drip of fluids and electrolytes that Matt had brought and gave him a shot of something that would make him better quicker. This seemed to make him calmer, and the time between Urges got longer. It really turned out to be a very nice day and evening in their company, and there was no sex going on, other than Tim and Tom being naked and repeatedly riding my semi-unconscious husband. It was quite late in the evening, and we were watching some movie on a streaming service. Tim and Tom were in the same armchair, cuddling and kissing, playfully pinching each others nipples and pulling on the butt plugs. Matt was in the other armchair, I was laying in the sofa with my head in Antonys lap, and my legs in Eddies lap, everything felt perfect. - “What’s going on here?” Vince was standing in the bedroom door, naked, looking all groggy and confused. His cock was soft for the first time today, and it was a deep pink hue, a testament to being used over and over again. - “Who are these guys? Fuck… my cock hurts… and my head…”. He rubbed his head and eyes. - “Vince? How are you feeling? You’ve had quite a lot of fever baby.”, I said and walked up to him and took him in my arms. His temperature was a lot closer to normal. - “I had? I don’t remember anything since going to bed.” - “You don’t remember coming in my ass four times? And in Tim five times, and in Tom four times?” - “What? No… You’re lying… No way that happened…”, he said and squeezed his aching dick. “Oww… Is that why my cock hurts?” - “Definitely… Also… We’re pretty sure that you are poz now.” Vince looked at me in shock. His shock turned to a broad smile, then he embraced and kissed me deep and whispered “Finally”. When he let go of me he turned around and looked at the people in the room, realizing it was Anthony, Eddie, Matt and two unknown but beautiful naked twinks. Anthony got the first warm hug and kiss, since he was practically family by now, then he did the same to Eddie and Matt. - “And who are these two beauties?”, he said, pointing to Tim and Tom. - “I’m Tim, I’ve got five of your poz loads in my neg ass. And before you ask, yes; I’m of legal age.”, Tim said and laughed. - “And I’m Tom. I only got four loads and I’m very disappointed.”, he said jokingly trying to frown. - “But how can I possibly have fucked 9 times… no 13 times, including you Jay! Without even knowing it? That’s not possible!” - “It’s got something to do with the strain of the virus you got. I did the same when I converted.”, Eddie said. - “So, I got it from you? No, we haven’t fucked in months… Unfortunately…” - “No, that’s not very likely. And not from Anthony, he never had that kind of symptoms. So, who have you been fucked by around two to three weeks ago?”, Eddie continued. - “It’s mostly been Jay and Anthony… And the neighbours, but I’ve taken tons of loads from them before without converting. I was at the sauna two weeks ago though, must’ve been someone there.” - “Interesting. I’m pretty sure I got it at the sauna as well. And a few of my other clients stated the same. Patient Zero could be someone there.” Eddie seemed to be thinking hard about something and started walking to the kitchen where his phone was being charged. - “By the way… Do you want to do a quick test to see if it shows? I brought some from the clinic.”, Matt said. - “Isn’t it too early?”, Vince replied. - “Usually, yes. But Eddie told me they did a quick test on him at the hospital, and it showed he was clearly poz. For me it just took two days. Normally it takes weeks before showing…” - “Let’s do it. Can’t hurt anyway.” With that, Matt set up the test, gave Vince a prick in the finger, sucked up a drop of blood with a small glass tube, and tapped it out on the test strip. One drop of fluid from a small bottle, and then we waited. Vince and I sat down in the sofa, me holding him tightly in my arms, kissing his neck and smelling the fever sweat on his body. He seemed deep in his thoughts. - “Baby…”, he looked up at me, “Did I hurt you?” - “No… Well… Yes, physically. But you know I like it rough.”, I said and hugged him harder. - “Do you think I’m poz now?” - “Probably…” - “I never thought I would get there before you did. You’re much sluttier than I am…” - “Yeah, me neither. And thank you, you know I find being a slut the greatest compliment.” - “I love you, slut!” - “I love you too, poz slut.” Eddie came back from the kitchen with his phone is his hand. - “I reached out to some of the others who had these symptoms. They had all been to the sauna two weeks prior to converting. I will set up a get together for all of us and we’ll see if we can figure out who might be the common denominator. You should be there too Vince.” - “Ok… I will… But for now, I think I should go back to bed. I’m tired.” - “Let’s just check your test first.”, Matt said, picking up the strip. He paused for effect. - “So? What does it say? Two strips? One? Three? Five?”, Vince was eager. - “If there were more than two strips on the test, they’d probably all be red. But yes, there’s two red strips. You’re definitely poz. Congratulations!” Vince looked at me as a tear rolled down his cheek. We kissed deeply for a long time while the others in the room cheered. A “POP!” was heard as Anthony corked up a bottle of champagne that he found in our fridge. - “Well, that concludes todays’ business, I’m off to bed again. Love you all!” Vince went back to bed and was fast asleep as the rest of us took care of the dishes and leftovers. It was getting late, and we should break up this party soon.

Chapter 10 – My Master’s Pleasure Chapters 1 through 9 describe a day I agreed to be a slave for my buddy, Doug. He’s made sure that I’m partied up and has fucked, fisted, and used toys on my ass. There have been some other guys over, too. Andy and Tim just left after some serious ass work. I have two loads in my ass and am digesting a load of chempiss from Tim. “Ah, slave, your ass is all mine for the rest of the day.” That sounded great to me. Even though playing with new guys is fun and exciting, there’s something special about being used by a guy I’ve known and trusted for a long time. I knew Doug would take good care of me, as he has done through this whole role-play. “First, we gotta smoke some more.” I ensured the pipe was ready and then fired up the torch, melting the product into a nice cloud for my master. I handed him the pipe, and he inhaled. He handed it back to me and nodded for me to take in my own cloud We did this for a while, getting higher and hornier as we went. I was playing with my hole by now and ready for more action. “OK, let’s get that ass back in the sling,” he growled. I was happy to comply and eagerly got into the sling and spread my legs wide with my feet in the stirrups. A sling is great for fisting since it presents my ass in an easily accessible manner. Doug sat on the stool and nodded approvingly at my gaping hole. I could tell that my ass was puffy and open, but I reached down to stroke it, then slid in fingers from both hands to stretch it open. Doug groaned in pleasure seeing me do this. I know he likes it when a guy shows off his hole to him, and my goal was to please my master. While I played around with my hole, Doug was lubing up his hands. My ass was already well lubricated and still had two loads of cum in it. Those were pretty deep inside me, but Doug would be getting there soon. Once he was ready, he placed his fist at my hole and said, “Take it in, slave.” I pushed my ass out to open it more and hooked my feet around the sling stand so that I could pull myself closer to him and take him into me. His fist went in easily, and I kept pulling my body further down on his fist. Fuck, he felt great inside me! I released my feet, and my body weight caused me to swing back on the sling. Doug kept his hand in a fist inside me and let me ride his hand for a while. I would hook my feet around the stand, pull him in, then release my feet and swing back. It was pretty awesome, and it was nice to have some control over the fisting. “Poppers,” growled Doug. On the next swing back, I huffed from the brown bottle again, taking two hits in each nostril. I held the last one while I capped the bottle and put it back on the table. When I exhaled, I pulled my body onto his fist and quickly released my feet. I swung back and then hooked onto the stand again. The poppers filled my brain. All I could see was the glowing, purple eye, and all I could do was ride his fist. I was a spun out, fucked up, ass pig, with pleasing my ass as my main goal. But I was there for Doug’s pleasure. While I had little doubt that he enjoyed seeing me go so wild pleasing my own ass, it was more important that I please my master. Once the poppers were wearing off, I realized he should be in control. “Sorry, master,” I said when I stopped fucking myself on his arm. “Slave, that was so fucking hot. I enjoyed seeing you pleasure yourself. Now, it’s my turn,” he replied. With that, Doug pulled his hand out of my ass. He stroked my hole, murmuring appreciative words about how sexy it looked. I pushed my ass in and out so that he would know that I was pleased with his praise. Doug picked up the Slink again and lubed it up. He easily shoved over half of it into my ass before he encountered some resistance. He pulled it back slightly and then pushed again. Still, he hit some resistance. Once again, he pulled back, and I shifted slightly as he pushed in. He nodded in pleasure as the toy slid all the rest of the way into my ass. Just a little shift in position made all the difference. Now, the Slink was as deep as it could go inside me. Doug took his other hand and used his fingertips to probe around the toy. His fingertips wrapped around the toy, and he used it as a guide to probe my ass. When he got near my second hole, he indicated the poppers. I took a few small hits and then awaited his next action. Once he knew that they had hit my brain, he slid the Slink back while sliding his hand further inside me. Doug had never been this deep in my ass before. Between the Slink and all the chemicals floating around inside me, my ass was open to him in a whole new way. He pulled back a little bit and squirted some lube around his arm, where it entered my hole. The cool liquid was a bit of a shock to me, but he would soon warm it up. He used that lube to make the last bit of his arm disappear into me. He flexed his bicep against my hole to let me know that he was in me up to his elbow. Doug spent some time playing around in my ass while he was at this depth. I was panting heavily and loved seeing how my cock reacted to each twist and turn of his arm inside me. Then, he began to pull out. Fuck, he was taking it really slow, and I had an assgasm. My cock spewed out a load of cum as he was working his way out of my ass. Doug saw this and saw my entire body shudder from the orgasm and chuckled. He knew he had caused this and was pleased to see the effect it had on me. Now, Doug told me that I was taking the Goose dildo again. This one is seriously long and has a huge head. When he fucked me with it the last time, it was really intense. I was probably more open than I was then, but it would still be a challenge. I laid back in the sling, ready for him to shove it up my ass. “Oh no, pig. You’re going to fuck yourself with it while I watch.” This could be interesting. He had me get out of the sling, and we walked over to the bed. He told me that he was going to stand the dildo up on the floor, and I was going to lower myself onto it like I did when I sat on his and Andy’s double dicks earlier. That sounded good to me since I could control the speed and the depth. Doug made me lube up the dildo. While I was greasing it up, he picked up the pipe and torch and blew a few clouds. He shotgunned one to me and told me that I would get more if I was able to take the dildo. That was great motivation for me. Once it was lubed up, we used the suction cup on the bottom to stick it to the concrete floor. It was floppy, so Doug held it up while I positioned my ass over it. “Look at me while you sit on it,” Doug commanded. With him holding the dildo upright, I began maneuvering it into my ass. It took a while with something this big. I needed to move my ass around on it to get it started, but then, with Doug alternately watching my face and shoving his head under my ass, I got the head into my ass. Damn, this fucker is huge! It felt massive in my ass, and I hoped that getting it in a little deeper would let it settle more comfortably. So, I took in a deep breath and worked it in a little more. That helped since the head was no longer stretching my hole but was in the deeper area of my ass. “You get a reward for that,” Doug said. He torched some T in the pipe and, once a nice fog was formed, put the glass cock to my lips. I inhaled and held it as long as I could. When I blew out the cloud, I sank down a bit more on the toy. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling of it going further into my ass. “More clouds if you fuck yourself with it,” Doug told me. With more T as my goal, I lifted my ass up, but kept the toy in my ass. Then, I lowered down onto it again. “All the way off and all the way back in,” Doug commanded. Fuck, he was really making me earn this! It took a few tries, but I did finally get the toy to come all the way out, and then I reversed and sat back down on it. This thing was a massive stretch both on the way in and the way out. He made me do this a few more times before he told me I could get up from my crouched position on the floor and join him on the bed. While he fondled my hole, we smoked some more. I was seriously spun at this point and wasn’t even sure if this extra T would have any effect, but it was still fun to smoke with my master. Now, he wanted me to ride his arm, so he lubed it up and got on the floor, holding his arm upright. I was going to lower myself onto it, like I did with the dildo. Doug would have an up-close view of my ass swallowing his arm this time since he was there on the floor staring up at my ass as I lowered it onto him. He had his hand in a fist, but that was an easy take for me at this point. I sighed as his fist penetrated my hole. I stopped while his hand was at a maximum stretch for me. Then, I watched him watch my ass consume his hand, getting in about half of his forearm. His fist seemed like an easier ride than the Goose, so I was soon sliding up and down on his arm. Damn, he felt great inside me. “Can you do some poppers like this?” Doug asked. I was sure as hell going to try! I leaned against the bed with his hand in my ass and opened the poppers. I knew he wanted a show, so I was determined to give him one. I took one short hit, then a deep one that I held. Once it hit, I slid down on his arm and then rose back up again. My ass was in heaven! The purple poppers eye was back as I ground my ass on his fist. He was already deep inside me, but I felt more of his arm slip in. I kept rising up a little bit, then sliding down while gyrating my ass around his arm. Each time I went down on his arm, more of it slid inside me. Finally, I felt my balls make contact with his arm. He was again in me up to his elbow. I flexed my ass muscles while grinding my ass on his hand. It felt so amazing that I never wanted it to end. Even though the poppers rush was over, I still wanted him deep inside me. I asked if he could keep his hand inside me while I lay back on the bed. He agreed to this, so I slid my back up along the mattress and then leaned back, taking his arm with me. The look of pleasure on Doug’s face told me how excited he was about what we were doing. Once I was on the bed, I held my legs up and back for him. Now, he pounded me with his fist, pulling it out and shoving it in again repeatedly. “Fuck, this is hot. I want you back in the sling,” he snarled. With that, he stopped pummeling my hole and helped me up and over to the sling. He was inside me again as soon as I was in position on the sling. He drove his fist in deep and growled “Poppers” at me. He held still while I snorted. Time for me to show my master how much I enjoyed his efforts. The bottle didn’t even make it back to the table this time; I just tucked it under me on the sling. Doug started to fist me, this time switching hands with each new insertion. I was moaning and groaning with the sensations and spread my ass as wide as possible for him. I looked down at him, and he was in a frenzy, too, so I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. This was the most ass work we’d ever done, both in terms of overall duration and intensity. I was one lucky slave. He ruined my ass. The repeated fists and all the earlier work had my hole wide open. I could feel lube leaking out of it as I lay there in the sling. Doug was sitting on the stool, panting with the effort and stroking my hole. We both took a while to recover until he stood up and walked to the head of the sling. I expected to suck his dick, but he came in for a long and deep kiss. “Great fuckin’ slave,” he said admiringly. I basked in his compliment and simply said, “Thank you. You’re a great fuckin’ master.” We both knew we’d do this role-play again someday, maybe switching up the roles next time.

I hadn't been fucking him for long before he started moaning, instead of whining. I spat on my dick again without pulling out and upped my pace. I was working up a sweat and so was he. He looked so good, lying on the bed with his legs in the air, a crease in his belly and his pecs bouncing as I fucked. "You look so good like that, Sir. Lift your arms up, get those pits out for me." I told him. He obeyed my order and moved his arms over his head, allowing me to lean in and sniff at his hairy armpits. His scent filled my nose and made me moan. Only poppers made me react like this. I licked at him, tasting his salty sweat and then moved to kiss him. He answered by wrapping his legs around my hips and moaning into my mouth. I was getting too close, too quickly. I had to slow down or blow already. I pulled back and stood up straight again, pulling out at the same time. He moaned at my quick move out of his hole and panted for a few seconds. I took my chance to just look at him, sweating on the bed. Legs in the air, hands on his ankles. I moved back half a step and slid a finger into his hole, he gasped sharply and brought a hand to my arm. "A bit of lube, boy," he said. "Was that a question, Sir?" I asked, eyebrow arched. He had said I was in charge. "It's only one finger." He didn't reply to me, only withdrew his hand and found the poppers again. Without realising, I felt an evil grin spread across my face. I didn't know I'd enjoy being in charge of him so much. It's not that I'd never played this role before, but our previous sessions felt so cemented. Even calling him 'Sir,' he was being so submissive and he played the role well. I worked my finger another inch inside him and started rubbing his prostate. I wanted his belly hairs matted with precum and I wanted to lick it off his biohazard. I didn't work for long, he was squirming the moment I touched it. I pulled out fast, hoping for a reaction and I got what I wanted, he almost howled. There was no blood, but I figured I'd best be kinder to someone who doesn't bottom that often. Dropping to my knees, I kissed his hole before I started to eat it again. Trying to work as much spit inside and across his hole as I could, I worked for a little while, before coming up over his ballsack and up his dick. He still held his ankles up, so I reach up and grabbed his hands, working his legs free. Letting them drop to my shoulders, he looked down at me a little confused. I grinned up at him and moved a little more forward, moving his dick a little. In front of me was a slick matt of belly hair, covering a small biohazard tattoo. I licked and I heard him chuckle, as I cleaned the area entirely. When there was no more precum left, I kissed it and gave it a slight suck, followed by another kiss. His legs still resting on my shoulders, I stood up and lined my dick up to his hole again, grabbed the bottle of poppers and took at hit myself. Passing him the bottle, I spat on my hand and rubbed it across my cock, waiting for his exhale. When I pushed back in, he had reverted to pained moans. "It's okay, Sir. I'm gonna breed you soon. Do you want my load inside you?" I pumped slowly, warming him up. "Yes please, boy. Breed my hole fast, I don't think I can take much more," he begged. "I'll take as long as I want. What if I want to fuck you again? You need to get used to my dick, Sir." He looked at me with a defiant look, but didn't say anything. If he was in charge and he had looked at me like that, I'd have been scared for my hole. I had a feeling I was going to pay for that line later, which only made my dick harder. I knew I was filling him with precum, as he only got slicker and slicker. He wasn't struggling after a couple more minutes and was pulling my ass into him. Leaning in, I kissed him again and decided to go for it. I sped up, pumping as hard and fast as I could. His moans became more frantic and he broke our mouths apart. "Fuck, boy, you're hitting it. Fuck. Uh. Uh. Uh.," with every thrust. I realised I must be on his prostate with my dick. "I'm getting close, Sir. I'm gonna breed you. It's gonna be a big load." "Do it," he told me, still making noises when I pushed into his hole. I fucked him as hard as I could, feeling my balls tingle and tighten. "I'm cumming, Sir. I'm gonna cum," and I blew my load. I could only manage some slow thrusts whilst my balls emptied themselves, before my body stilled and I stood above him, panting. I leaned in and kissed him once more, before I pulled out and crouched to lick his hole. His legs came down, moving me away from his bred hole and he told me to stand up. His tone was already one of dominance and I realised he meant what he said to the letter. I had bred him and that was where my control ended. He immediately took my cock in his mouth and cleaned me. He played with my balls, whilst sucking my still hard member clean. When he stood up, we kissed and shared my load and his hole between us. It was a passionate kiss, our arms wrapped around each other, tongues playing together. "I think it's time for you to get on the bed. How I was." His tone was firm. I realised I was about to reap what I had sown. I moved round him, hopped up onto the bed and grabbed the poppers. I started huffing at the little brown bottle as hard as I could, as I lifted my knees to my chest. "Yeah, you fucking know you're in trouble, don't you boy?" He chuckled and returned the evil grin I'd given him whilst I was inside him. "Go on, one more hit. Now, don't fucking move." He moved his dick to my dry hole and started pushing in. His dick was still a little lubed from precum, but not much. I cried out, my arms went up to slow him, but he caught my hands and pinned them to the bed. "It's only one dick, boy," he snarled at me. He spat in my face and said "that's the lube your hole was gonna get." As much as my hole was screaming, my dick was leaking again already. I was so turned on, by his new roughness. I was still in pain and my moans made it obvious. He was fucking hard and deep, but thankfully not down to the balls. I don't know if he was being merciful or if he couldn't fuck that deep so dry. "You need to get used to my dick, boy," he quoted back to me again. He was loving being able to use my own cocky lines against me. After a few minutes, my cries of pain has quietened and eventually started to sound like I was enjoying the fuck. Once I had had another few hits of poppers, I was no longer in pain at all. That's when he pulled out and quickly moved to my hole. I heard his first delighted crow of pleasure and wondered what had him so happy. Was he just happy to see my gape again? "Fuck yeah boy, now you can lube my dick up again," he said as his face popped up between my legs. I saw what had made him so pleased. His wide smile was smeared with blood, from the tip of his nose down to the bottom of his chin. My stomach dropped, but my dick pulsed. I knew I was here to get pozzed, but something inside me switched and I felt fear for a second, before he stood and tapped my leg. I followed his instructions, rolling off the bed and to his dick. His dick was red three quarters down. I hesitated whilst I inspected him. "Wait, before you suck it clean, wipe it across your face, boy. Match me." I looked up at him, unsure what to do. He arched an eyebrow at me, before grabbing my hair and his dick, moving his member sideways and my face forward. He slapped himself against my lips and my chin a few times, before sliding up and down. "Now you can lube up," he said, letting go of his dick and my hair, I grabbed his leg to steady myself and his balls to aim his dick forward. I opened wide and took him in my mouth, tasting my blood and nothing much else. I moved up and down his shaft, pushing the blood closer to his crotch and getting more over my lips. My dick was telling me how much I was enjoying it. I knew in that moment I was a pure pig, too far gone to go back. I sucked, spat and licked his dick like usual, getting it ready to fuck me as deep and hard as he usually did. A hand in my hair and a light tug upwards told me that it was time to get back on the bed. Before I could, he grabbed my face and kissed me, with his reddened muzzle. We shared a deep kiss, our dicks rubbing against each other, mirroring our tongues. He pulled back and licked my chin and lips, squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth and spat pink at my tongue. I couldn't help but moan. "Good pig. Middle of the bed, hands and knees. I'm gonna poz you for sure right fucking now, boy," he told me. I scrambled up the bed and grabbed the poppers. If my dick wasn't hard as it could be, it reached a new level as he spoke to me. My hole had been ripped up by a dry fuck and I was about to take another toxic load from an unmedicated poz dom. As I huffed poppers with my ass in the air, I felt him move slowly up the bed towards me. The anticipation was making my cock drip a continuous slivery line to the bed. Two fingers easily slid in my hole and earned a happy moan from me. He twisted them around a few times, before pulling out and pushing his dick in. He moved slowly all the way balls deep in one motion. I was glad for the chance to lube him up properly, I wasn't in any pain at all as I growled in pleasure. I felt his fingertips touch my back and move down. I was confused as to what he was doing, we hadn't used nails or scratched each others backs that I could recall. He did it again, but moved side to side. "Sir?" I asked with no answer. "What are you doing?" Silence again, until I got two fingers up my cunt again. I moaned happily whilst he moved his hips a couple of times, before stilling and removing his fingers to resume his weird actions. It dawned on me after another round of silent action. He was writing something on my back, in blood. "Fuck, Sir! Are you finger painting on me?" I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you writing?" "I'm labelling you as you are, boy. 'Bug chaser,'" He said. "Hand me my phone." I grabbed it, and passed it back to him. He took another minute in silence, pulled out a little and a bright flash went off behind me. Tapping my arm and sinking back in balls deep, he passed his phone back to me. 'BUG - CHASER' was written in red, across my back. "Oh fuck, Sir," I whined. My dick pulsed again. "I felt your hole clench. You want my toxic load, boy? You want my no meds HIV, you little cunt pig?" "Yes please, Sir. Fuck your load into me. Infect me. Give me everything you got, Sir," I begged.

Chapter 9 – I Thought This Was Paradise Before Chapters 1 through 8 describe a day I agreed to a role-play with my friend, Doug. I was to be his slave, and he could have me do, or do to me, whatever he wanted. Currently, two other guys have joined us, and Adam has just shoved his arm in my ass. Adam’s arm slid into my ass with ease. With all the ass work that had been done on me, plus the T and G, my ass was well opened. He twisted around inside me and then pulled back, going slower on his exit. When his arm was only buried up to his wrist, he pushed back in again. He did this to me a few times before saying, “We need to get him back in the sling.” Then, he pulled all the way out of my ass. Doug suggested we ingest some more T before getting over to the sling. “He likes a good bump,” he told the others. Tim was the one who pulled out a shard and then shoved it up my ass, getting it well buried in me. Then, they started smoking. Of course, clouds were also shotgunned with me as the shard was melting. The burning sensation wasn’t as noticeable this time around, probably because my ass had been so thoroughly used and abused, but the effects were noticed. At one point, Tim went off to the side and returned with four glasses with some drinks in them. No doubt, these were spiked with G. We each gulped them down, enduring the bitter taste for the lack of restraint that would be incurred. When they had smoked enough (and had made me smoke more, along with the bump), we all got up, and they walked me over to the sling. This time, they blindfolded me again. With three guys who could potentially be working my hole, it would be a fun ride. They talked things over a bit before someone sat on the stool. They discussed who would go first and what they might want to do to me. It was hot to know that they were discussing how they were going to go about working over my ass, and I was getting hornier by the minute. Of course, the T and G were contributing to that too. Whoever was at my hole was lubing it up. I felt chunks of Slam Dunk being put in to melt and deeply lubricate me. I could also feel some JLube being injected into my hole. The coolness of this lube was a stark contrast to the heat of my ass. The next thing that entered me was some kind of toy. When the guy had gotten it in, and it expanded to fill my hole completely, I knew it was one of Doug’s Pig Hole plugs. These plugs are hollow, so a cock or fist can go in while my ass is kept at a permanent gape. This one was on the larger side, so it would be interesting to see where this led. Now, a dildo was being inserted. I like toy play, but there’s nothing that compares to a man’s hand, arm, or cock inside me. The dildo was long (not as long as the Slink) and was being used to open me up deep inside. Realistically, it was probably not needed since I was already more open than I had ever been. Next, I felt a cock at my mouth. I opened up and swallowed it down. I think it was Andy that I was sucking this time since I knew it wasn’t Doug, and it didn’t feel the same as when I sucked Tim earlier. Regardless, it was a nice cock and was plumping up in my mouth. Let’s hope he could maintain an erection for a while. I drove my nose all the way down on the cock and nestled it in the pubes. Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is Andy since his pubes smelled and felt different than Tim’s. While I was swallowing his cock like this, he fed me a nice dump of precum. The accompanying groan let me know how good the delivery felt, too. Sucking cock on one end and getting my ass worked on the other was fun. With the Pig Hole in me, the sensations right at my entrance were dulled, but I could still feel the toy plumbing my depths. Whoever was working the toy kept pushing it deeper and deeper into me. We were well past my second hole, and my ass was enjoying the workout. I reached back to pull the guy I was sucking closer to me. When I felt that hairy ass, I knew it was Andy whose dick I was mouthing. My hand lingered on his ass, feeling the sexiness of the fur and knowing that I had recently been rimming his ass. I prodded around for his hole and found that it was still wet from my saliva. I began circling it with my finger, prompting another groan from his and another burst of precum. Damn, he tasted good. There was some bitterness from the T that he had ingested, but his precum was sweet, and I let it linger in my mouth before swallowing it. The guy at my ass was still working the dildo through the Pig Hole. That toy was appropriately named since it made me feel like a pig who was made to give up his hole to anyone for anything. He was now stroking the toy in and out of my ass. I could feel it work through my ass until we reached the Pig Hole; then, the sensations would go away as the toy glided over the silicone toy keeping my hole open and available. I felt another hand on my ass, grabbing the Pig Hole in my ass and twisting it around inside me. Luckily, it was well lubed, as was my ass, so it slid around easily. Next, it was pulled out of my ass, and a hand went in. He was in a little past his wrist and using a twisting motion to drive his hand further into my ass. Pig Hole or not, my ass was a pig hole! I spread my legs a bit more to give him better access, prompting a “Fuck, yeah,” from one of the guys down there. Of course, I kept Andy’s cock in my mouth the whole time, but there were times when my focus drifted away from that in order to focus on what was happening with my ass. While the guy fisting me was working to get deeper into me, another hand was working around the perimeter of my hole. He circled it slowly, sometimes dipping a finger or two into it alongside the arm inside me. This felt amazing, and Andy removed his cock from my mouth, allowing me to really pay attention to what was happening down below. I reached down and spread my ass wider. Of course, reaching down like this also made my ass more open since I spread my legs wider to reach down to my hole. The fingers circling my hole were interacting with mine, rubbing over them and pulling them closer to my hole. This also helped to lube them up. I reached between my legs and shoved two fingers in at the top entrance to my ass. Doug loves it when I do this, and I wanted to give the guys the best access possible. Another drawn-out “Fuuuuck!” told me how much this was appreciated. I pulled my hands back, crossing them behind my head. I couldn’t see anything with the blindfold on, but by raising my head a little bit, I gave them a different pathway into my ass. The guy fisting me was past my second sphincter, and I loved the sensations he was providing. Knowing that three guys were all working over my ass and watching each other was stimulating to me. I turned my head into my armpit and took a few deep inhales of my manstink. The length of time that we had been playing, plus all the drugs, gave my pits a wonderful aroma, which I was enjoying. “Look at that pig sniffing his pits! I’ll give you something to sniff,” said one of the guys (Tim, I think). A hairy and aromatic pit was at my mouth and nose. I nuzzled, licked, sniffed, and enjoyed the heady aroma of a hot, spun guy. When the pit was removed, a hand came down to plug one nostril. “Take a few good snorts,” I was commanded as the poppers bottle was thrust under my nose. I did as requested, holding the last one until I could hold it no longer. Once the poppers hit, the guys at my ass went crazy on it. In addition to the fist firmly embedded in my colon, fingers from two hands were being used on my hole. That guy was really stretching me open, sliding fingers from both hands in alongside the arm that was deep inside me. Between the fist in my colon and the fingers at my ass, I was in pig heaven. “I wanna fuck that ass,” Andy snarled. So, the hand inside me was slowly extracted, flexing and twisting as it was pulled from my ass. Once it was out, Andy entered me with his cock. He was rock hard now, and he happily filled my ass. He fucked me for a while in the sling and then said that he wanted me to sit on his cock. So, they got me out of the sling and walked me over to the bed. I ran into what must have been Andy’s legs, and the other guys guided me up to a point where I could ride him. I grabbed his cock and slid all the way down on it. Andy moaned in pleasure, and I just stayed in place. With his cock embedded in my ass, I used my muscles to massage his dick, enabling him to slide even deeper into my ass. He grabbed the harness and pulled me down to kiss him. I love being fucked and kissed at the same time, and knowing that it was such a sexy and hairy stud made it even better. My head was lifted from Andy’s mouth, and a cock was presented to me. I eagerly took it into my mouth, using my lips and tongue to work it up to a good firmness. While I was doing that, Andy and I had kind of slowed the fucking so that I was kneeling forward with about half of his cock inside me. I felt something else at my hole and assumed that I was about to be double fucked. This has only happened a few times, but it is amazing when it can be pulled off. I pushed back against the new cock, keeping Andy’s inside me. After a few tries, it slid neatly into me alongside the one already in me. The cock in my mouth was abandoned as I rode the waves of pleasure from having two guys inside my ass at the same time. We couldn’t go for big strokes since it was likely that at least one of them would slip out, but we were still able to do some nice fucking. One did slide out a few times, but we always managed to get it back in. Eventually, the second guy pulled out, and Andy maneuvered me so that I was sitting, impaled on his cock. He reached up and removed the blindfold. I could only smile in wonder at the great sensations these handsome men provided me. Slave indeed! I would happily be their sex slave any day. Tim helped me to climb off Andy. I laid back on the bed to catch my breath, and Tim was stroking my body and telling me how much they were enjoying my ass. He soon moved down to finger my hole, remarking on how puffy and sexy it was. With everything that it had been through, I’m sure it was engorged. Andy and Doug were maneuvering around on the bed, and I realized what they were doing. They were each lying back with their cocks next to each other. When they got into position, Doug told me that they wanted me to lower my ass onto both of their cocks, taking them into my ass simultaneously. This would be a new way for me to be double fucked, but I was sure up for the task. Again, Tim helped guide me into position. The other two were lying back, propped up on pillows, but making sure to keep their hard cocks next to each other. Andy was stroking both, and they were glistening with lube. Tim positioned me so that I was facing Andy but would be sitting down on both cocks this time. He told me that he would help support me as I lowered my ass onto the waiting dicks. First, I rubbed my ass against their cocks, teasing them and myself. This would be intense, so I wanted to prolong the scene as much as possible. I let each of their cocks slide into me as I did this but didn’t go for the double right away. When I was ready, I nodded to Andy, and he made sure that their cock heads were lined up right next to each other. Then, I slowly lowered myself onto their hard cocks. Just getting them in was a challenge. It was both a stretch for me and a logistics challenge for them. They needed to keep their cocks together as I slid down on them. Andy was holding them together for me, but he needed to keep moving his hands out of the way as I moved down this pillar of cock. Once the heads were in, I could slide down more easily. As soon as I bottomed out on their dicks, I heard Doug say, “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” as his cock spasmed in my ass. He shot a nice load alongside Andy’s dick. It wasn’t long after that that his softening cock slid out of my ass. Now, I was riding Andy again, but this time, there was a load of cum to make my ass even more slippery than it was earlier. I reached back and spread my ass a little bit more, which enabled his cock to slide further into me. Then, I started to ride him, moving up and down on his sweet cock, letting it plumb my depths. It wasn’t long until Andy was also filling my ass with his load. He held me down as I felt his orgasm in my ass. He held me there for a while, just enjoying the sensation of being buried in my ass. I flexed my muscles a little bit to coax the last of his load out but was cautious not to expel him until he was ready. When he started to pull out, I slid up to let him out of my ass. Doug helped me lay back on the bed, panting in ecstasy. “Good slave,” Doug said. “Oh yeah, he’s a great slave bottom,” Andy agreed. Tim was just watching me and smiling from ear to ear. “I can’t cum, but I can feed you my piss,” Tim suggested. I nodded, and he moved up so that I could suck his soft cock into my mouth. I didn’t want to really suck him since I wanted his piss, so I just lightly mouthed his dick. Soon, he started to dribble out some piss. It was tart, with the T and G we had ingested earlier mixed in with his other fluids. There wasn’t a ton, but I swallowed every drop and kept nursing his cock to get all of it into me. I knew that this would help keep me spun and flying. When Tim pulled his dick out of my mouth, he spun around and fed me his sweet ass again. His hairy hole was great to rim, and I gave it my best, but I was pretty wiped out. They all realized we needed to take a break, so he moved off my face, and we all relaxed on the bed. Tim and Andy decided to head out, so they eventually got up and went upstairs with Doug. When Doug returned, I was dozing. He said, “Wake up, slave. Your ass is all mine for the rest of the day.”

last week with a new-ish bottom, I had fucked him after meeting on Grindr. Very cute late 30's total bottom , short ,hot , part time hair dresser , part time podium boi , full time cum dump. When we first met he had hoped to be preloaded , but it didn't work out , however this time he messaged me to say that he had 2 raw fuck lined up. He lives in a near by town , with the added bonus he has a carpark opposite. He messaged to say that he had taken the first load and that the 2nd guy was as cuming at 12.30 - I asked if I could watch but he said that the other guy was shy , but on the plus side a massive cummer. I parked up facing the house so I could gat a look at the previous guy - but I must have missed him. The bottom messaged to say he was ready. I was though the front door and kissing him deeply whist reaching round his to feel his gaped warm sloppy ass slit from the guy just before me. He was wet as fuck from the load a couple of minuets before. I pulled him upstairs and pushed him so he was ass up and got my tongue up him , not some prissy porn ass licking but proper deep ass eating - I wanted to taste the other guys load. As he was so loose and wet i mounted him and went balls deep in the first stroke. His all was warm and sloppy in the way that only comes from fresh spunk. I asked he could get fucked once he had cum , he could so I got him to wank off in my mouth. I spat his cum on to his hole and fucked it in , a bottom being fucked with his own cum , heaven - I carried on fucking him , ge started grinding him self on to me to get my cock as deep as possible - when he was as deep as possible I spat my thick Daddy cum up him , several this ropes of cum. I laid on to of him keeping him pinned to the bed till I softened. He licked me clean enjoying the 4 loads of spunk , including his own.

Does not sound to me like you were cold. Honest, yes. Perhaps slightly hasty, but if you had clear knowledge without mulling it over that you were unlikely to develop any feelings for him, then it was definitely good to say so. Unfortunately, unrequited love and being fuck buddies really don't go together well, and yes, you probably did lose a good lay. That's nobody's fault ("not even the Romans"), and your ex-FB sounds like he is smart and honorable and handled it reasonably well under the circumstances.

This is why I've always stressed the importance of open communication (and one reason I'm generally opposed to cheaters). There's nothing wrong with wanting a very casual FB arrangement with someone; there's nothing wrong with someone wanting more than that. It's when what two people want for themselves conflicts internally that there's any issue. I think you're probably right, for what it's worth, that you've lost a "great lay". Which is regrettable, but there almost certainly would be drama coming down the road if you'd navigated a way to keep seeing him, knowing he wanted something more. Especially if there are other "great lays" that you're seeing.

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.

Absolutely yes to selling my ass. Escorted for a few years with ads posted on the websites that used to allow such things. Having a man pay for sex was a huge confidence booster. Best part time job ever.

I felt his cum dribble down my chin as we played with each other's tongue. My arms were around his neck, holding us together and I could smell his pits as he moved his hands over my body. He pulled his face away from mine and I relaxed my arms, resting them on the floor. I looked at him and smiled, before wiping my chin and licking it off my hand. "Such a fucking pig. I love it," he said to me. "Get on the bed with me," he ordered before standing, pulling me up. As I got to my feet, he looked down at my jockstrap and slipped a finger into the waistband. "Take that off." It wasn't a question. I pushed it down my legs and stepped out of the soaking thing, my dick now pointing towards him and shining from the pre-cum that still coated me. His hand grabbed my slick member and moved up and down, pulling my foreskin back and forth and working more clear liquid out the tip. "You know, boy, I think that dick my be even more risky than mine will be, once you're poz." He moved onto the bed, still holding my dick and pulled me with him. "The amount of pre-cum you've been putting out tonight is amazing. I don't think I've seen so much from one guy before." "I just make a lot, Sir. I might even be able to poz someone without breeding them. They'd never know," I said back to him, almost in a whisper. "That'd be fucking hot to see, boy," he told me, still working me as I climbed on the bed. He manoeuvred me to the pillows and lay me on my back, legs spread. "I've gotta get my bug chaser pozzed up first, though." My dick pulsed in his hand as he called me a bug chaser again. He put four fingers in my mouth for my spit and then moved them to my hole, pushing them in. Instead of working my hole, he began to massage my prostate. I moaned loudly, watching him work my body like putty. I melted back into the bed and let him have his way, closing my eyes and enjoying his attention. I felt his mouth on my shaft and heard him groan and then gag. I lifted my legs up, over his shoulders and rested them on his back. "That feels so good, Sir. Keep playing with my prostate. So fucking good," I moaned to him, putting my hands on the back of his head. He worked my balls as he sucked, working more and more pre-cum out of my cock. He moved his tongue over my piss slit over and over, clearly trying to taste and swallow as much as he could. He pulled his head up and off, strings of saliva from his lips glinting in the light of the TV. "Let me know when you're gonna give me that load, boy. I want every drop." "I won't last much longer if you keep doing what you're doing. Dick balls and hole, you're working a huge load out of me really quick, Sir. Don't stop," I told him. He grinned and swallowed my dick to the root again, making himself gag. I hadn't lied to him, I was coming up to orgasm really fast. With a minute or two more of him working me out, I started to breathe more quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Sir. I'm gonna cum." I started thrusting my hips up into his face, while I clenched my legs down on his back. "I'm cumming," I moaned and felt myself explode in his mouth, enjoying shooting my load into the back of his throat. I didn't feel him swallow, though and got excited for a cum filled kiss again. I felt some of my load spill out of his mouth whilst I was still coming down from my climax and slide down my balls, onto his hands. Instead of moving up for the expected kiss, when he pulled off me, he grabbed my legs and folded me up, pointing my hole up to his face. He gave an instructive shove of the back of my knees and a look of command to me, letting me know I was supposed to hold my legs up and keep my hole exposed. I took control of my legs and held still, wondering what his next move would be. He plunged two fingers from each hand into my loose cunt and pulled them apart. I gasped and growled in shock and pleasure as he opened my hole. I watched him as he moved his mouth to my open cunt, maintained eye contact with me and let my load dribbled out of his mouth and into me. I moaned in pleasure again, my dick pulsed and my hole strained against his fingers, but he held fast. "Fuck me, Sir," I panted, "you're so fucking hot. That was so hot, Sir." I moved an elbow to the inside of my knee and use my free hand to start pumping my still hard dick. Once Sir had realised I what I was doing, he spat the last of my load into my hole, slipped his fingers out and started lapping at my gaped cunt. "Mm, keep going, Sir. Please don't stop," I begged. I knew I would cum even quicker this time and even try to slow down. My dick was still slick my first load and my hole was being eaten, I couldn't have slowed down if I wanted to. I came again, this time shooting a small load up my chest. I must have closed my hole around Sir's tongue when I came, I heard him moan and felt his tongue work inside me. As I relaxed and let my legs go, he shuffled my legs around his shoulders and onto the bed. My gifter moved up to meet me at the top of the bed and spat in my face as I opened my mouth to speak to him, before clamping his cum covered face on my own and kissing me deeply again. "I didn't know you could stay hard and cum again, boy. I knew you were talented, but that's special. You're gonna make a great gifter. I'm really glad I found you," he lavished praise on me. "I..." I didn't know how to respond, but felt myself blushing. "Thank you, Sir. Maybe I'll be as talented as you are." "You're cute when you blush," he said, leaning in to kiss me again. After he broke the kiss, he moved to my side and slipped a muscled bicep under my head. I could smell his armpit and I moved in closer to take a deep breath. "Mmm, you smell so good, Sir. I fucking love your pits." I took several more deep breaths, enjoying his scent and moved my hands over his body, enjoying how he felt under my fingers. "Oh you like that, don't you? I almost forgot how piggy you are. Almost," he chuckled. "How about next time you come round we don't shower for a day or two, get really sweaty and you can enjoy me then. I like a sweaty pig, too." "Fuck yes, Sir. I bet your balls will smell great. Maybe go to the gym for me, too?" I asked, looking at him. "Yeah I'll do that and drive straight home, afterwards. Get a proper stink going," he agreed and smiled. "Nasty little pigboy." He moved his face to mine and gave a short kiss. When he broke away, he spoke again. "I have to get up early in the morning, so I think I have to kick you out now." He pulled a sad face at me before giving me another quick kiss. "I have work, too," I admitted reluctantly. I didn't want to leave, I wanted another half asleep breeding and a morning load, too. I moved up and off the bed, grabbed my poppers and jockstrap and received a soft slap on my ass as I bent over to pick it up. He got up, too and followed me down the hallway, watching me get dressed by his front door. Before I could leave, he pinned me by my throat against the wall, spat in my face and kissed me deeply. "Keep my loads in your cunt, bug chaser. Let them take," he released me from his grip and nudged me towards the door. "And I'll see you soon."

Part 3 I arrived at the motel that Poz9in had booked for us at 5 p.m. on Christmas Eve. Lyle said that he'd come to town early to meet up with us for another double fuck session before visiting his family on Christmas morning. But as our plans detailed, Lyle would be getting blindfolded so that we could watch his perfect ass get stuffed by two ugly men whom he has never met. Poz9in told me that he had already paid for two old top trolls that he had met at a sleazy bar ready to pump their toxic loads into our naive, 18-year-old jock. "Don't worry," Poz9in said to me. "The kid's a natural sub and will take raw cock even if he catches on to our trick. But these guys are going to fucking lose it when they see Lyle's smooth, fit body and that fine butt. I'm sure that they haven't scored prime neg teen jock ass in decades. They've been instructed to get their seed inside Lyle's butthole if they want to get paid, and they agreed." Poz9in's large cock was fully engorged and strained against the right leg of his jeans as he spoke. "After these guys are done with him, we'll let ourselves out. These guys, Ed and Roger, will be here soon. We'll each pick one to be our proxy fuckers. When Lyle arrives, they'll wait in their cars until I signal for them to enter the motel room." "That's fucking wicked, and hot!" I said. "I can't wait to see these guys!" ---------------- Lyle looked more gorgeous than ever. His blond hair was shorter now and parted neatly on the side. He'd been working out more. He had six pack abs and more muscular arms, chest and legs. He told us that he wanted to bulk up a bit. I wanted to tear off his tight t-shirt and khakis and go to town on him right then and there, but Poz9in held up the blindfold and told Lyle that he'd have to strip down, get on the bed on his knees and elbows and we'd get started. As Poz9in secured the blindfold on him, Lyle was a vision in only his white socks on all fours on the bed spread. I could see his once tight hole just barely between his muscled buttocks. Poz9in had fucked him a lot over the summer, plus Thanksgiving, but his hole had recovered since then and was the same pink color I remembered from graduation day. I was in charge of the lube. I wanted Lyle's hole prepped with cum, so I collected my cum loads for five days. I used an oil based lube to jack off into a turkey baster, some of that lube was added to my cum mix before going into the freezer. I got my thawed mix from the bathroom and approached Lyle's puffy pink hole. I took his balls in my left hand to steady the boy and inserted the tip of the baster just inside Lyle's ring and squeezed. I watched as my cum emptied into his firm ass—just enough loads and enough oil-based lube to break down any rubber that might be used by our imposters or requested by Lyle. "Good boy," I said to Lyle and slapped his butt. Through the window, Poz9in signaled to his rented poz tops to come into the motel room. In half a minute, the room door opened and the night of breeding more dirty loads into Lyle Cranston's hole began. Then men were old and looked wasted from years of HIV exposure. When they entered, they were both wearing black leather gear and I was delighted to see that Roger sported not just a scorpion tattoo on his chest, but also a biohazard one on his right thigh. He looked like he was in his 60s or 70s with gray hair on his chest and back. He also wore a police officer style leather cap with a chain across the base of the bill. He wore leather chaps with a smooth, shiny black cod piece that he unsnapped while reaching for Lyle's vulnerable ass. He had been instructed not to make any vocal noise, as Poz9in and I were supposed to provide our voices for our trick to work. Roger mouthed silently to me, "Damn!" I nodded, encouraging Roger to go ahead and take the young jock's hole. "Can't wait to get my cock back inside this hole," I said as Roger removed the cod piece entirely to reveal a large, rock hard tool with a massive mushroom head that he lined up against Lyle's pink hole and pushed in hard. "Ow!" Lyle let out, but Roger was determined to get inside the boy fast and hard. Poz9in got the poppers under Lyle's nose, and said, "Take a big sniff." Roger wasn't going to slow down, we could tell, so Poz9in kept poppering Lyle until he was flying, and letting Roger fully invade his hole. Roger was fully inside Lyle's butt but trying to push deeper. He grunted in his attempts to get deep inside. "There it is," he said against our instructions. "Gonna pop that second ring!" He pistoned into the boy hard. "Yes! Fuck that hole is nice!" Ed watching his buddy thrust into a boy young enough to be his grandson started to urge Roger on. "Yeah, buddy! Knock that young hole up." Even poppered up, Lyle realized that the men using him were not Mr. Daines and his hung friend Dale. "What?" "It's fine, Lyle," I said. "I'm here. Let these men have your beautiful butt." Still blindfolded, Lyle felt around for the poppers. Poz9in held the brown bottle under the boy's nose as Roger long-dicked him. "Damn, Roger. You trying to split the kid in two?" Ed remarked. Roger kept up the assault on Lyle. "Ah! I am trying to poz this kid up once and for all. I'm roughing up this boy, Ed, but it's your P.A. that will wreck this sweet hole." Poz9in had a sinister grin. "Fucking load him up, Roger." I looked over to Ed, a bouncer-type, mid-60s hairy man, and saw that he was jacking an enormous pierced cock. Metal studs and a large gauge P.A. were going to wreak havoc on Lyle's perfect hole. Poz9in told Ed to come up and take a seat on the bed under Lyle's face. "Lyle, put the nice man's cock in your mouth." I watched Lyle comply as Ed's pierced cock was pushed into his mouth. "Feel all that metal, boy? That's going up your butt as soon as my buddy shoots his poz jizz up there. We're gonna charge up that nice college boy jock ass of yours." "Fuck yeah, we are!" Roger confirmed. I watched in awe as these emancipated old men used my beautiful blond swim champ's body for their virus's next breeding ground. Ed grabbed Lyle by the hair and pushed his cock, and P.A., all the way into his throat. Lyle squirmed a little from not being able to breath, he gagged and drooled, but took it like good sport. From Lyle's butt side, Roger announced, "I'm close. I'm going all the way in! Aaaaaaah! Fuck! Take that toxic sperm load, you fucking dumb jock!" He unloaded deep inside Lyle for about a minute. I started to cum from jacking and watching and told Roger to pull back so I could shoot my own poz load onto his cock. I mostly dumped my sperm onto Lyle's ass crack, where it pooled nicely at his opened hole. Roger punched my load into Lyle with his cockhead. Ed pulled his cock out of Lyle's mouth and got up from the bed. But Poz9in was cumming now and Ed told him to unload onto his death tool. His white sperm coated Ed's pierced cock and Roger pulled out of Lyle so that Ed could move in on Lyle's hole. Ed shoved his pierced cock into Lyle's boyhole and we had to take off the blindfold in order to use it instead as a gag to keep the boy from disturbing other motel guests. Lyle was trying to say something but Poz9in gave him more hits on the brown bottle. After he took four hits, he opened up to Ed's invading cock. "Take that pierced cock, boy," Ed taunted as he fucked Lyle. "It sure likes being up your sweet hole." As I watched the large man's cock tear into my boy, I saw that Lyle's hole was now red and frothy with our collective churned cum loads. "Do it, Ed," I urged the rough top. "Fucking poz our champion swimmer for good." Ed took my words to heart and rammed his pierced cock repeatedly into Lyle's rectum for ten minutes. Lyle whimpered, but I was still not convinced that he understood our poz talk and that we were actively trying to give him HIV. "I'm gonna shoot!" Ed announced to the room. "Do it. Load him up!" Roger encouraged. Poz9in removed the gag from Lyle's mouth. "Please shoot it!" Lyle moaned. "Tell us what you want shot, Lyle." I commanded. "Please, I need more cum in there." Lyle said. Ed pulled out and pressed his piss slit against Lyle's now gaping red hole and flooded it with the old man's sperm, pump after pump. Ed then pushed his load into the boy's hole with his finger. "Please it burns! I need it deeper," Lyle demanded. Still rock hard, Ed shoved his cock into Lyle to push his load in further and we heard the boy sigh. He fucked Lyle fast and hard as we all cheered him on. "Want that load to take!" Ed said. "I want to fucking bruise up every last swimming sperm in there with my lethal dick." We watched Ed finish fucking Lyle and Poz9in got his wallet and paid the two each with cash. "Let me know if we need to try again," Ed remarked before he and Roger headed out the door. Lyle was lying prone, face down on the motel bed, legs spread with poz sperm leaking out his reddened hole. Poz9in told me that he wanted to stay and suck the kid off. So I closed the room door behind me, leaving my little, buff swim champ alone with my sketchy Internet acquaintance who I could hear barking an order at the boy to get up on all fours again. I didn't see Lyle again after that, although I've found his profile on BBRT and RentBoy. He is thinner now. His status reads: Poz.

Hi everyone. I'm a top and I've chatted and actually role-played with a coupe of guys about getting them pregnant and we really got off. Much like the bug chasing fantasies here, we really got off on the idea of them opening their bodies to me and taking my DNA, but the idea of getting a big pregnant belly and swollen breasts full of milk. We talked about my sperm and getting fertilized and me owning their body, claiming it for mine, etc. Actually having a baby, parenthood etc didn't' come into play but just the act of being impregnated and being pregnant. Is this fantasy common? Does anybody want to share their thoughts, fantasies, etc on the subject of either becoming pregnant as a man or getting another man pregnant? Thanks in advance for sharing and for posting all the dirty things i jack off to on this site. Keep it coming.

I met a guy years ago in Greenwich, London who was exactly like that. My initial reaction was identical to yours. But then I realised it was how he got his jollies, so I met him a few times - mainly because he was quite hot. I used the money to pay my phone bill because younger guys, now able to use apps, have no idea how expensive those bloody chat lines were back in the day.

Well, yes and no. Having HSV2 doesn't mean that you're able to spread it every time you have sex. Aside from the simple "luck" factor, the risk of transmission is lower when the infected person does not have an "active" (ie visible) infection. It can still happen, but it's not a certainty. I agree the odds are definitely in favor that he's been exposed to it and may well be carrying it. But I wouldn't say you could call it "statistically impossible".

Cut and 1st swallowed and was told how to do it. Grabbed my hair if I was doing it wrong. He blew his load and threatened me if I didn't swallow.

A few times way back. My supplier set me up my 1st time. I did like it and did it a few times more..

bumping this up so everyone can read it .. 😆

Et tu? I’m feeling pretty retarded by having had another guy say, “Bet you can suck yourself,” before I knew I could.

yes Yes YES! Perfect description!

News out of Indiana today: a federal court there granted a preliminary injunction against that state's law which would require adult web services to require age-verification from Indiana residents. In essence: Indiana wanted to require adult sites (those with >one-third of content being "adult") to verify the age of anyone logging into said sites from Indiana. In a very thorough and clear opinion, the court essentially said "this is bullshit". The decision can and will be appealed, of course, but sooner or later this issue is going to come up again before the Supreme Court. I used to be confident that even with conservatives in charge there, the First Amendment was still clearly understood, but with Alito and Thomas willing to say "they didn't allow this stuff in 1787 so the US doesn't have to either" for just about anything, I'm no longer confident that the position that adults should be able to view adult content would get any traction there. Opinion here: [think before following links] https://assets.freespeechcoalition.com/documents/legal/FSCvRokita/PIgranted.pdf

A couple of times in SF when I was completely spun and leaving a trick's apartment at 2AM, I offered a sexy boy on the street money to let me suck his cock in an alley. Parked my motorcycle there and he leaned against it while I sucked him off. Easy $25 for him. So hot.

Chapter 3: Out at Home That Boston trip had been Adrian Pennyfather’s true awakening. He now knew exactly who and what he was, and what he wanted – and, more to the point, he knew now of at least one way to get it all. No wonder he had such a smug grin on his face whenever he felt sure no one was watching. He was remembering his whole experience with Calum. He hadn’t so much lost his cherry as he had thrown it away as far as possible with both hands. But now he was back home in Exmouth and feeling more trapped than ever. He knew that he needed to get the hell out and go away to live the life he was meant to have, but the means of doing that continued to elude him. It was his father who, unexpectedly, handed him the key one night after dinner, by calling a family council around the dining table once the dishes were done. He explained to his family about how he and the boys’ mother had been squirrelling money away in an education fund for their sons, and how Alex had declined the chance to go to university, preferring to use his undoubted smarts to self-educate on all the new trends in the fishing industry which was his great love. Patrick then offered Adrian the chance to use the fund to attend the Canadian university of his choice, explaining that it had to be in Canada for tax reasons. Dalhousie University in Halifax was an obvious possibility, and there were others in Ontario and farther west. Adrian had already thought that he should study business and commerce, perhaps sensing that he was best suited for a life in some form of self-employment. Dalhousie had its annual recruitment program and visiting weekend coming up, and Adrian wanted to go. His mother, at this point, got a severe attack of Querulous Motherly Worries and said that he couldn’t go unless Alex went with him. She seemed to think that any place larger than Lawrason’s Harbour had to be a hotbed of violent crime, with shootings happening on every street corner day and night – this in spite of the fact that they hadn’t heard a single gunshot during their extended weekend in Boston. Adrian had agreed in his usual quiet, cooperative way, waiting until she was out of the room to roll his eyes. A week later, he was sitting in a small hotel room in Halifax with his feet up on the window ledge. After a busy day of exploring around the campus, collecting information handouts and the like, the brothers had stopped at a takeout to grab some burgers and then landed back in their hotel, with nothing to do and no particular plans for the evening. Adrian was curious, and in his normal way when he wanted to know something, he asked. “Alex, why were you getting so into the whole day, taking so many notes and grabbing all the leaflets? You already decided you didn’t want to go to uni.” Alex sighed. “Truth is, Ade, I don’t know. I keep going back and forth. Sometimes I feel like the life of a fisherman is what I’m cut out for, and sometimes I just worry about missing out on something much bigger and better. And it’s stressing me out, big time.” Adrian nodded. He’d sensed this ambivalence, the feeling of strain, in his big brother. “Have you felt this way for a long time or is it just recent?” “I sort of wondered once in a while about life outside Exmouth, but the feeling got stronger after we’d been in Boston.” “How you gonna keep em down on the farm, huh? Big city weekend in Boston will do that to you every time!” They both laughed. But then Alex replied, and his reply startled Adrian into silence. “That, yes, but something else too. Something I’d realized for a while but wasn’t sure. And then, the second night we were there, I found out for sure.” He paused for a few seconds, drawing breath and strength. “When I saw you across the street, kissing that redheaded guy outside the bar.” Adrian stared. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. The seconds dropped slowly away into silence as Adrian pondered what to say next. Finally, a thought came clearly to the forefront. “So, Alex, now that you know – what next?” “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. If you want to keep it secret, that’s your choice. Just so you know, I wasn’t spying on you. That was a fluke.” He paused again. “There’s one thing I have to tell you, though.” Alex paused again, gulped audibly, and then said it, “I was jealous. I wished I’d had the guts to go into that bar too.” Adrian’s eyes were just about to pop out of his head by this time. He got the message loud and clear, but it was the last message he’d ever expected to get. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around it. He’d gotten so used to thinking of his gay identity as being tied up with his lifelong social-misfit status, with being the perennial outsider in the group, and here was his popular, athletic, handsome stud older brother telling him that he was gay too. This time, the silence got to Alex. “It’s weird, Ade. I can’t figure it out. I really want to do things with guys, but I definitely love Peggy and enjoy being with her. I’m so confused. Do you ever feel that way at all?” Adrian couldn’t help feeling that there was something all wrong about his stable, self-assured elder brother asking him for advice, but it was slowly dawning on him that Alex didn’t have it together nearly as much as he had always assumed. “In a word, no. I’ve known for a long time that I’m gay, and only interested in guys. Mostly older guys. The guy you saw me with, he was maybe 2, 3 years older than me. I prefer older. From what you’re saying, it sounds like you’re more bisexual than gay.” Alex looked puzzled, so Adrian proceeded to give him a quick outline of the theory of a continuum of sexual interests. As he was speaking, he could see the confused look slowly lifting off his brother’s face. “Thanks for explaining that, Ade. It’s a big help. Yeah, I’m somewhere in the middle of that continuum and kind of sliding back and forth between the different sides.” “Wow, this is heavy stuff, Alex. It’s no wonder you’re so stressed about it. Listen, any time you need to talk, you know it’s safe to come to me. We’ve got to have each other’s backs.” “You got that right!” They shook hands on it, but then Alex didn’t release Adrian’s hand. Instead, he drew his brother close and wrapped him in a huge bear hug. Both of them relished their newfound feeling of emotional closeness and complicity. Then the dynamic shifted again as Adrian felt his brother’s hand sliding down his back to cup his ass. Adrian sprang back. “Whoa, brother!” “Is that a ‘No’?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go there. For all sorts of reasons.” Alex stood there, looking at him like a puppy who’d just been sternly called a “Bad Dog.” And Adrian tried to explain further. “It’s not like I don’t love you, as my brother. You need to know, I’ve had a major case of the hots for you ever since I hit puberty, and I’ve always had to keep it under control, out of sight, even more than all my other feelings. I’m afraid of what will happen if I let it all loose now, which of us is going to get hurt worse.” Alex glanced slyly at the front of Adrian’s jeans. “Looks to me like it’s been let loose already.” He stepped closer again and began to palm Adrian’s bulge. “Let’s just see what happens, and we agree it’s one time only and just for us to get some experience.” Adrian wanted to demur but with his older brother standing over him, with his big firm hand on Adrian’s cock, he just didn’t have the will power. He slowly melted into the moment and let himself go with the flow as his cock continued to expand under Alex’s gentle rubbing. Then he reached out and grasped his brother’s rock-hard dick, rubbing it just as lightly. He could never remember afterwards how they got each other undressed so quickly, but he never forgot the sensations of embracing each other under the shower, stroking each other’s bodies and soaping each other all over. It was Adrian who first paid particular attention to Alex’s ass, and Alex, always a quick learner, rapidly reciprocated. As they rinsed off the soap, Adrian knew it was time for him to start the lesson. He had just one moment to think how crazy it was that his second encounter should be to teach someone else what he’d learned from his first time, and then conscious thought fled away as he buried his face in Alex’s crack and began to work on it. Adrian tried his best but had to admit that his poorly-practiced best was far short of what Calum had given him that night in Boston. He’d given up his ass for the second time, letting his big brother feel the effects of a tight man’s hole on an erect cock. But Alex wasn’t a bit readier than Adrian and predictably kept letting himself get squeezed out. Finally he stayed in long enough to cum inside his little brother, but it was plain that both of them were less than thrilled. Adrian summed it all up by saying, “You need two things to really make it work. You need experience, and you need attraction that overwhelms your defences.” “Just like straight sex in that respect,” Alex added, laughing. With that, Adrian laughed too, and they were over the rough spot. A few weeks later, Adrian had an invitation to share a ride to Montreal for a similar orientation at McGill University. His mother wanted to lay down the same condition, but Adrian had to tell her that there was no spare room in the car for another person. Alex chimed in, too. “For heaven’s sake, Mom, Adrian is more mature and has more common sense in his little finger than a lot of the adults in this town. He’ll be fine with his friends.” When they got to Montreal and settled in, the four guys were talking about what to do that night. Predictably, they wanted to go to a strip club. Adrian begged off, saying that he just wanted to unwind. The others immediately began hassling him, urging him to come on out and see some real babes with real boobs, and other imaginative things of that kind. Adrian still demurred. Then Paul Porter, the captain of the hockey team, said, “What’s with you? You gay or something? Maybe want to check out some of the gay bars here?” Adrian was just leaving as Paul asked that. He turned around in the doorway. Without even thinking about it, he answered, the simple truth. “As a matter of fact, yes.” The reaction was volcanic to put it mildly. And the word was all over Exmouth, Lower West Exmouth, and Upper East Exmouth by Monday morning. But by that time, Adrian had already gotten just what he wanted. He’d gone off on his own to one of the legendary stripper bars on Ste-Catherine, quickly got invited to join a table with a few other young guys, and had an evening very much to his liking, watching the naked muscle studs dancing on stage, or wandering around the room to ask clients if they’d like private dances. At one point, he commented that none of them were having much luck getting hard, and Matteo, one of the other guys laughed. “Mostly straight, that’s why.” Adrian found Matteo attractive. Dark, Italianate good looks, a slim well-muscled body (shown off by a snug t-shirt), and a sexy smile and ready laugh. By the end of the first half-hour, Matteo had shifted his chair closer to Adrian, so they were sitting right up against each other. After another hour, and a couple more of the bar’s well-watered drinks, Matteo leaned over in a quiet moment, and asked quietly, “Want to go over to my place? It’s not far.” Adrian agreed, but he didn’t let his guard down. He’d heard stories. As they walked along the street, he kept his eyes on the street signs, and when they turned down a side street and entered an apartment building, he noted the address. As they waited for the elevator, he texted Paul with Matteo’s name, address, and his picture and the words “call cops if not back by breakfast.” Inside the apartment, Adrian locked his phone and put it away, ready to have a good time. So was Matteo. He didn’t even bother offering a drink, just drew Adrian right into his arms and began making out. Almost at once, he dropped his hand down to Adrian’s crotch and began squeezing and stroking. It worked pretty quickly. Adrian was definitely turned on by this Italian beauty, and he was excited for what was about to happen. In no time flat, Matteo had all of Adrian’s clothes off and was diving down to kiss and suck on Adrian’s semi-hard cock. At first, he had it all in his mouth, but as that monstrous pole kept growing longer and thicker he had to back progressively away. Finally, Matteo choked on it and had to spit it out, asking, “Does this thing ever stop growing?” Adrian laughed. “It’s all the way there now,” he said as he took advantage of the respite to start tugging Matteo’s clothes off. Matteo led the way to the bed, and the two of them laid down, head to tail, and launched into a vigorous sixty-nine. It was true that neither of them were having much luck at deep-throating the other (one because of lack of experience, and the other because of lack of a double-jointed jaw) but both of them were giving it their all. Just as Adrian began to feel that he was approaching the point of no return, Matteo stopped again. “I don’t know if I can take that tree trunk in my ass or not, but I sure as hell want to try.” “Here, let me get you ready first.” Adrian twitched Matteo over onto his face and launched into eating his ass. After doing this trick three times, he definitely had more and better experience at rimming than at anything else – so far. When he had Matteo moaning and squirming on the bed, and that olive-skinned hole was loosening up nicely, he reached over to the bedtable and grabbed the lube that was there. He fingered the cool gel into Matteo’s hole, and around his crack, then spread a generous handful all over the shaft and head of his own massive tool. “Okay, Matteo, you’re ready to do this now. I’ll lie on my back. You get up and sit on it.” In later years, he would tell the story after he’d had a couple of drinks at a party, all about the first guy who’d ever gotten all of Adrian’s enormous cock inside his ass. He told it well, but that was just because he had plenty of time to watch and listen as Matteo struggled, to feel the guy shifting around on his epic spear until his insides began to shift and make room, to recall the look on Matteo’s face when one more obstacle gave way and he finally sank right down until his cheeks rested on Adrian’s hips – and he had the biggest cock he’d ever seen all the way inside his gaping hole, tight no longer. Adrian had already cum once, at about the point when Matteo was seventy percent of the way there, but he assured Matteo, “I can keep going if you can.” And keep going Matteo did, right to the bottom of the shaft and then up and down in a slow, steady rhythm until he had fucked two loads of cum out of himself and Adrian had blasted a second and even bigger load inside his hard-working fuck tunnel. Afterwards, when they’d showered and dried off, they lay on the bed together, cuddling some more, and that’s when Matteo said it: “Dammit, with a dick like that you ought to be up on the stage instead of some of those pathetic limp dicks we saw tonight!” Adrian had laughed, but Matteo insisted. “Hey, man, I’m serious!” Finally, though, Adrian remembered why he was in Montreal, and got up to get dressed and get some sleep before the open day at McGill in the morning. He and Matteo exchanged phone numbers and kisses as he left. He got back to the room at about 2:00 am and found that the door had considerately been left on the latch. As soon as he opened it, he heard snoring, so he kicked his shoes off quietly and flopped down onto the sofa bed. For the rest of the weekend, Adrian volunteered no information, and the other guys didn’t ask for any. Truth be told, all of them liked Adrian as a team member, and were worried about what might happen to him come Monday. Perhaps they all sensed that the less said, the better. The same could hardly be said of the population of the three Exmouths. One or more of the boys on the road trip had shared the Big Confession with friends back home, and the word spread from house to house and family to family with the speed of a wildfire in dry brush. Alex Pennyfather heard the news from a friend, and decided to keep his mouth shut at home, hoping in vain to help cover his younger brother’s tracks. But it was all for naught. At church on Sunday, Mrs. Duncraig, the acknowledged champion gossip of the three villages, had approached Adrian’s parents with a loud, “I’m so sorry to hear of your trouble, Mary, Patrick.” When they asked her what she meant, she patted Mary’s arm and said, “Why, about Adrian admitting that he is homosexual. My condolences.” If there had been anyone in the congregation who hadn’t heard about the Big Confession by that time, Eileen Duncraig’s strong, penetrating nasal voice brought them fully up to speed without her even having to talk to anyone else except Adrian’s parents. That night, when the car dropped Adrian off on his return from Montreal, his parents were waiting for him – his mother sitting at the kitchen table with tearstained cheeks, his father scowling like an unusually violent thunderstorm, and his brother sitting by with a look of concern. Adrian took one look around the room and sighed resignedly. “I can see you’ve all heard the news.” Twenty minutes later, after his father had finally run out of fuel for the raging fire of his anger, and his mother had run out of tears, Adrian said, “You asked what I had to say for myself. Okay, yes, it’s true. I’m gay.” And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, his days of being shy abruptly ended. The words poured out of him. “How do I know? Because I’m the one living it, and I’ve been living it since I was seven or eight years old – that’s why I’m so sure that guys, not girls, are what I want. My future? What am I going to do? I’m not sure yet, except that I know for sure that Exmouth isn’t where I’m going to spend the rest of my life. Where am I going to go? To be decided, but probably Halifax to start with. And then we’ll see. “Aren’t I ashamed of myself for being so immoral and sinful? Be ashamed for being who I am? Living life like that really would be hell. And don’t even get me started on what I think of a supposedly Christian church that would tell a person to live their entire life in self-hatred. Don’t I even care about what I’ve done to my family? Of course I care, but I can tell you that this had to happen sooner or later. So now it’s happened. Done and dusted.” His father roared, “You bloody arrogant little girly boy…” and took a step towards Adrian, hand upraised for a killer slap. That was when Alex sprang to his feet and leaped forward, seizing his father’s wrist. Adrian stood stock-still, staring down his father. And the three of them froze. Patrick slowly turned the spotlight of his fierce glare on Alex. “Are you telling me that you’re a wimpy little fag now, too?” Alex’s tone was just as hard and threatening as his father’s had been. In that moment, he was every inch his father’s son. “I’m telling you that if you so much as lay a finger on my brother, both of us will be gone – and we won’t be coming back.” With that, the battle was over – and all four of them likely sensed that the war had also ended. Within a week, Alex and Adrian had arranged a ride to Halifax and a place to stay while they looked around for jobs. The whole story continued going around and around as a good deal more than a nine days’ wonder in Exmouth, continuously getting elaborated as it travelled from one heated imagination to the next. But Adrian Pennyfather, the guy with the biggest tool, was gone. As far as he was concerned, he’d gone for good.

Chapter 2: The Shy Guy Adrian walked along the twisting shore road, kicking his shoes moodily into the gravel. He was, as usual, alone. Exmouth was a depressing dead-end trap of a village at the best of times, but Adrian had already learned one of the fundamental principles of life near the ocean – that there is no place so depressing that the ocean and a grey, cloudy, windy day can’t make it more so. It didn’t help matters at all that he was, and had always been considered, the Number One Loser in his peer group. All he could think about was how soon he’d be able to get out of this hellhole for good – and how he could make it happen The village had one main street, twisting and turning and climbing up and down over the rocky hummocks that passed for hills. The houses, all similar in size and shape, sprawled out along the road for the best part of a mile. Occasionally a short side “street” would lead to a couple of houses that had been denied one of the favoured spots facing the main highway. At the end of the village – well, there was the trick. It didn’t really end. Like so many similar villages along the windswept, rocky shores of Nova Scotia, Exmouth blended seamlessly into its neighbours on either side. And again, like so many similar places, those neighbours were imaginatively named Lower West Exmouth and Upper East Exmouth. It was impossible for any outsider to know, apart from the signs, exactly where Exmouth gave way to Lower West Exmouth or again to Upper East Exmouth, nor why it should be so. Adrian had never understood it either. At the ripe old age of fifteen, Adrian Pennyfather scuffed his way homeward from the bus stop where the school bus had delivered him from the regional high school, a forty-five minute drive away from Exmouth (on a good weather day) in the largest town in the region, Lawrason’s Harbour. He was thinking about those laughable village names, as it happened, and pondering about how the pointless nature of the names and boundaries of the villages exactly reflected the pointless nature of his life. Most teenaged boys go through at least occasional fits of feeling like total misfits, although some cover it up better than others. Adrian had started feeling like this sooner, and found that the feelings were lasting much longer, than they were for most of his contemporaries. His feelings guaranteed that he would feel intolerably shy, unable and unwilling to socialize with his peer group. To put it bluntly, he didn’t care about any of the things they ranted on and on about. Fish, for starters. Exmouth was, like most coastal Nova Scotia villages, a fishing port. Adrian’s dad, Patrick, was one of the village’s more successful fishermen. He had the biggest and fastest boat in town and had been one of the first in the region to equip it with electronic gear to help with hunting schools of haddock. Even more significant, he’d gone in on shares with two other men in the village to buy a second boat, perfectly equipped for the exacting business of placing and harvesting lobster pots. Patrick Pennyfather was a success, just as his father and grandfather had been before him, and he intended to hand the family trade on to his sons. Alex, four years older than Adrian, was all for that. He loved the sea and just messing about in boats, and he had a natural gift and an innate love for the whole realm of coastal fishing. Adrian hated it. His father, faced with such resistance to an obvious course of action, simply doubled down on the lessons, the pep talks, the stories of successes of the past, and all the rest. Adrian sighed inwardly and pretended to be interested. He did the same with his automatic registration in each successive level of the hockey leagues, where he made a passable but not glorious defenceman – again, in sharp distinction to the scoring records racked up by his older brother at left wing. Adrian’s mother, Mary (née O’Leary), a Newfoundlander through and through, had her own obsession – the dating life of her sons. “It would be a grand thing indeed for you lads to settle down here when you’re of age to be living on your own.” She was a great one for observing tradition, and her idea was that her boys should date and marry local girls and settle down in Exmouth. Alex, as the oldest, would marry first, of course, and would move into the house next door. That house had been the home of the local family which had adopted Mary after she’d been orphaned. The house was currently rented out to “city folks.” Adrian would follow suit in due course and would build a house for himself and his wife on the back forty of his parents’ property. It was the Exmouth way. Adrian had followed the same plan as he did with his father – cringing inwardly and invisibly, while coolly pretending agreement to his mother’s Grand Plan. School was just the same. He had to listen to all the other boys talking endlessly about things which were of absolutely no interest to him at all. Things like fish. And hockey. And girls. More precisely, girls’ boobs. And it was exactly there that Adrian found life at its most intolerable. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” That was almost a daily comment. Here is where fate had played a particularly nasty trick on Adrian. By whatever miracle of the hormones, he had been almost the first boy in his class to move into puberty, and certainly the first one to begin growing and changing in that vital area. As soon as that happened, it became obvious that Adrian Pennyfather’s dick was going to be the biggest thing going. At that, his nickname took on a whole new resonance. For years, his fellow students had called him “the biggest tool.” It was a time when the word “tool” had become a common slang nickname for a loser, an outsider, an idiot, or just about any other insult you wanted to heap on someone. “He’s such a tool.” It was when he was in Grade 4 that he had first heard someone say it: “Adrian has to be the biggest tool in class.” And it had continued to be his label. He’d dealt with it by keeping to himself, which fitted in with his natural temperament anyway. Now, things had changed. The words were being spoken in a tone of awe, tinged with respect. Now it was: “Adrian’s got the biggest tool.” He really did, too, and by a respectable margin. And his classmates now showed an endless obsession with the idea of him using it. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” Every guy in the school was obsessed with Linda Blairbourn’s eye-catching chest. Well, almost every guy. Adrian didn’t give a damn about Linda and her generously-proportioned mammaries. His ideas ran more along the lines of blasting his juice all over the furry, muscular chest of her older brother, Thomas. There were other guys in the village who turned Adrian’s crank, his older brother Alex being one of them, but the girls – especially Linda Big Boobs – left him cold. Adrian’s sexual fantasies were getting so strong, in fact, that the daily ritual of stripping and showering after PE class was turning into a real torment. He was lucky that his interest was in older guys – the scrawny, pimply fifteen-year-olds around him did not interest him at all. He was lucky, too, that the sheer size of his dick meant that it wouldn’t spring a woody nearly as fast as his peers’ more average meat sticks. Proof positive: when he was 17, one of the other boys on the hockey team got brave enough to organize a circle jerk, Adrian was actually the last of the group to get fully hard. He spent the next five minutes or so thinking about the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo until one of the others dropped the first load. Then he let himself enter into the spirit of the occasion. When he did cum, it was an impressive blast that shot high into the air before splattering back down over his body. The other guys murmured in awe. None of them had such a huge cock, and none of them could shoot that high. The truth of the matter was that Adrian was thinking about Thomas Blairbourn, and imagining himself sucking Thomas off to climax in his mouth when he blew. That year was actually a prime year for the senior hockey team. The group had held together for several years in a run with no additions or subtractions, and they not only defeated Lawrason’s Harbour for the district championship, but went all the way to the provincial finals, losing the final seventh-in-series championship game to an elite team from Halifax in a heartbreaking sudden-death overtime period. All the same, it was a remarkable season, and even Adrian had fired up enough on the ice to feel that he had made a fair and significant contribution to the run for the cup, especially when he was reaching his eighteenth birthday at the same time. His father thought so, too, and decreed that a short family vacation was in order. The result was a four-night long weekend in Boston. His father, frugal as always, had picked a small but clean hotel in the edges of the downtown area. The family had quickly figured out which way to go to the nearest bus stop so they could explore. Adrian, even quicker on the draw, had realized in no time flat that the hotel was just across the street and down half a block from a gay bar which he’d read about. On the second night, his parents wanted to go out and see the city all lit up by night. Alex wanted to take in a movie at a nearby theater. Adrian, quiet as always, declined any outing and said that he just wanted to stay in – he was still tired, he explained, from the exertions of the hockey season final games. Once his parents were clear, and Alex was off and away, Adrian sprang into action. He cleaned up as best he could, put on some discreet dark clothes, and headed out the door. He chose a quiet moment to slip across the street, and in another minute he was in the door of the bar. Sliding up to the bar, he fitted himself in between two older guys, caught the bartender’s eye, and asked for a Coke. The bartender looked him up and down, winked, and pushed a glass full of Coke and ice across the bar to him. “Here you go. On the house.” Adrian thanked him, tipped him, and then turned around to study the room. At once, he could tell that everyone in the room was studying him. Not surprising. Fresh, young meat, and an unfamiliar face. One sure thing, all the older guys were hovering, figuring out a good way to approach an obviously shy newbie. The winner, though, was another young fellow, no more than twenty (Adrian guessed). This red-headed guy slipped over to him, slapped him on the shoulder lightly, and said, “Hi, I’m Calum.” “Adrian.” “And you’re from…?” “Exmouth, Nova Scotia.” “Anywhere near Halifax?” “Not really – you gotta use a magnifying glass to find it on the map.” “Welcome to Baahston. Like it here?” The rest of the conversation followed along predictable lines. After barely a minute, Calum realized that he was dealing with an utter novice, shy as hell to boot, and knew that he’d have to do his best to educate the new kid. “Come on, Adrian. Let me show you the rest of the place.” They put down their glasses, and Calum led the way through the door at the back of the room. As they walked through the dark maze of the building, dimly lit with red and blue lights, Adrian caught glimpses of men – half-naked or naked, making out, jacking, rubbing…. “Oh, my God – is that guy actually…?” “It’s called rimming. Feels awesome! Want me to show you?” “Here?” “Why not?” Just like that, Calum spun Adrian around and pressed him against the wall in a bend of the corridor. There was still room for other guys to get by. He reached around, released the button, and pulled his jeans down. Then he tugged at the waistband of Adrian’s boxers, pulling them down to expose the younger boy’s sweet young ass. Calum spread his cheeks apart, sniffed deeply, and then buried his face deep into Adrian’s crack and began feasting on his hole. Adrian was feeling totally mind-blown. He’d never imagined anything like this ever happening. None of his unimaginative friends could either. All that these village boys could imagine a man ever doing with another man was cocksucking or cornholing. Calum was taking all of Adrian’s fantasy life and blowing the limits wide open, as his talented tongue and lips showed Adrian whole new worlds of male-male sexual interaction, stirring up feelings the fisherman’s son could never have imagined. Adrian moaned loudly, again and again, and then realized that they were attracting an audience. He didn’t mind. The wanton nature of what they were doing, the cascade of wild new sensations Calum was giving him, the attention from the onlookers…. “Shit! Look at that kid’s cock!” For once, Adrian didn’t mind his cock being noticed. He hadn’t realized until that moment that he had actually sprung the biggest, hardest woody of his young life. The things Calum was doing to him had given him the wildest turn-on he’d ever felt. Just as he thought that, his education took another massive leap forward. One of the guys watching dropped to his knees and leaned in to begin sucking Adrian’s cock. If he’d thought he was mind-blown before, this new sensation dragged him clear off the face of the earth. He’d never even come close to guessing what a hot mouth on his cock would feel like. The guy giving him his first blowjob was an expert sucker, but even so he could barely get half of that massive shaft inside his face. But then Calum broke in. He stood up, leaned closer to Adrian, and said, “Pull up your clothes and come with me.” Adrian broke away from the virtuoso cocksucker with some reluctance and followed Calum along the hall. Behind him he heard a voice saying, “Damn, that dick was fucking gigantic – I couldn’t even come close to deep-throating him.” Calum led him up a flight of stairs, chose an open door and dived in, pulling Adrian after him, and then closed and locked the door. The tiny room they were in had a single bed, and a small shelf with condoms and lube on it. “Damn, that was hot!” Adrian’s mind was still spinning from everything that had happened. “Sorry to break your fun, but I wanted to take this to the next level.” With that, Calum moved closer and pressed his lips to Adrian’s – and Adrian was experiencing his first man to man kiss. He got right into it, his hard-on throbbing in the half-opened front of his jeans as Calum taught him more and more. Calum had his hand fastened onto Adrian’s bulging boxers and was busily squeezing and rubbing Adrian’s giant handful as they made out. Now, he went gracefully down onto his knees and opened up the jeans, pulling down the shorts, wanting to suck this massive meat for himself. Calum wasn’t a bit more successful at taking it all than the older man downstairs, but judging by the moans pouring from Adrian’s mouth, this was not a problem. Suddenly, Adrian gave a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as Calum’s finger, wetted with spit, slid into his hole. He’d played with his ass himself, of course, but someone else’s finger in there took the game to a whole new level. Calum kept working him with finger (in back) and throat (in front) and Adrian’s moans got louder and more frequent. Calum stood up again, turned Adrian around and pushed him down onto the bed on all fours. He seized Adrian’s shoes and pulled them off, then followed with his jeans and boxers. Then he dived back into Adrian’s crack again, this time using finger and tongue together. When his probing, questing finger at last found Adrian’s magic button, Adrian cried out, “I can’t stop it – I’m going to shoot!” Calum quickly dived between his legs, rolling onto his back so he could get the quivering, jumping cock into his mouth. As soon as his lips closed around the head, Adrian exploded. The first spurt nearly filled Calum’s entire mouth. He gulped and swallowed, again, again, a fourth time, and still the sperm kept pulsing out. While he was sucking, he’d grabbed his own tool, given it three or four quick yanks, and exploded onto his own abs before dripping down onto the floor. Finally, he had to surrender and pull away, letting Adrian’s quivering tool fire out the last three or four squirts and then the drizzling aftermath onto his face. Calum pulled up and sat on the bed, then patted the sheet beside him as an invitation to Adrian to sit with him. Adrian leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone smile on his face. “Damn, man, do you always shoot a gallon of cum like that?” “I don’t know. In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my first time with another guy.” “With that dick, and that kind of cumshot, you’re going to have the guys fighting over you wherever you go,” Calum said in an awed, respectful tone. Adrian laughed. The idea of being popular, in demand, wanted, needed, was so foreign to him that he had to laugh away his bafflement. But then Calum went on. “I’d love to have another round. I just don’t think I could take that dick of death in my hole. I’ve only ever been fucked a few times, and never by anything close to that huge.” “Do you want to fuck me?” “You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking? It felt so incredible when you were rimming me and then had your finger inside me. I want to feel it all.” “So you’ve never been fucked.” “No. I told you, this is my first time.” “If you’re sure. I’ll be gentle. But it’s going to hurt.” “I don’t care. I want you to do me.” “Okay, then. Lie on your face.” Adrian did as he was told, and Calum went right to town on his hole again, using tongue and fingers – more than one finger now – to loosen his tight, virgin ass. Adrian continued moaning his pleasure as Calum worked him over. “Okay, I think you’re ready. Time to change places.” “Why?” “You’ll see.” Adrian got up, and Calum laid down on his back on the bed, his seven-inch cock standing up out of its nest of red hair. “Just plant your hole on it and sit down – at your own speed.” Adrian proceeded to do that. He straddled Calum, then placed the tip of Calum’s erection against his never-fucked ass pussy. And then he began to push. The pain made him cry out. Calum said, “Grab the lube – up there.” Adrian seized the small tube from the shelf, opened it, and smeared it over Calum’s dick and onto his own hole. Then he tried again, wincing at the pressure. After a few seconds, though, something gave way and, with one more searing flash of pain, Calum’s head was lodged inside Adrian’s body. “Oh my god!” Adrian cried out at the pain, but then he bit his tongue and pushed harder. This was what he wanted, a man’s cock inside his body, inside his ass, filling and stretching him. “Just hang on. Breathe deep breaths.” Good advice. Adrian took it. The waves of pain finally ebbed away until he could feel all the sensation of cock in his hole. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” “Okay, hold still,” With that, Calum began gently pushing up and then pulling down, and Adrian realized he was at last being fucked – and it felt incredible. As Calum’s tool pumped in and out of him, his own cock had filled up and was rock hard again, jumping up and down with each stroke. “Fuck, man, we gotta stop.” “Why, Calum?” “We forgot to use rubbers. And I’m about to cum.” “Fuck that. Keep going and give it to me. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me.” ‘If you’re sure….” “Quit talking and fucking fill me up!” Calum resumed pumping and after a few more thrusts he shot. And Adrian felt, for the first time, the sensation of his ass slowly turning wet as the cum spread around the head of Calum’s dick inside him. It was awesome – the most incredible sensation of this whole amazing night. Calum pushed him slowly upwards until his cock popped out, followed by a stream of cum as Adrian struggled to close up his newly-plundered man hole. He flopped down on the bed beside Calum, and then realized belatedly that he needed to cum again himself. He grasped his huge tool and began sliding his hand, but Calum stopped him. “Fuck, I don’t care how much it hurts. I want to get that thing inside me, and I want to get your load as well. Fair exchange!” He grabbed another tube of lube off the shelf, spread it around and into his hole, and then used his hand to grease up Adrian’s massive tool. Then he straddled Adrian, facing him, and proceeded to push that enormous log into his ass. Adrian stared in awe as the struggle was written all over Calum’s contorted features. His face turned red as he hissed and gasped for breath, but he was going to get that huge thing inside him no matter what. In another moment, Calum’s hole surrendered to the inevitable and Adrian racked up another in the day’s list of astonishing firsts – the sensation of feeling his cock inside another man’s ass. But he didn’t have long to enjoy it. Calum had only enough time to make the first two or three tentative movements on Adrian’s enormous shaft before that powerhouse dick convulsed and exploded into his straining hole. Once again, Adrian fired out an enormous quantity of seed in a series of powerful shots. Calum, meanwhile, was beating his cock like a madman and sprayed out a load all over Adrian’s face as Adrian finished cumming inside him. After they’d both calmed down, Calum led the way to the showers, and the two of them took turns washing and caressing each other, with Calum swatting away a couple of older guys who were getting a bit too pushy. Then he led Adrian back to the room where they could pull their clothes back on before leaving. Outside in the street, Adrian thanked Calum for an incredible evening. Calum winked, and said, “I think we’re both going to be sore for a week. With a dick like that, you ought to be in pictures.” Calum leaned in and the two of them kissed goodnight before going their separate ways. Across the street, Adrian’s brother Alex watched the two of them kissing under the sign of a well-known gay bar. Mentally, he was congratulating his kid brother. He wished he’d had the nerve to go in there too.

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

I'm really feeling inspired again! Here's a very long, very nasty chapter for all you dirty pigs! I will backtrace to characters from earlier chapters, so make sure you remember them. And as usual, feel free to hit me up, no loads refused! 😉 ----------------------------------- I woke up the next morning with a dull ache in my body and hole from the evening before. I looked over at my husband, still asleep on his stomach next to me, and crawled closer, wrapping my arm over his back. As always it didn’t take more than a minute of skin contact until I was hard and pressing my cock against his side. He sleepily adjusted himself onto his side so my cock became lodged in between his smooth butt cheeks, then pulled my arm so I would come even closer. Still sleepy, I drifted off again, only to be awakened by him pushing himself onto my cock. No lube, not even spit. Maybe I had some pre cum leaking out, but mostly it was the cum that was still inside of him from the night before. When my cock was about halfway in, he rolled over flat on his stomach again and pulled my arm so I would lay on top of him. I knew what this meant, he had done it before. He wanted it rough, as rough as I could possibly give it to him. Without entering him any further, I positioned myself so that I could attack him without mercy. I pushed my right arm under his head until his throat was right in the crease of my arm, then I flexed my arm causing my bicep to push his head down and his throat to close off slightly. With my left hand I covered his mouth. Then, with all the force I had, I quickly pushed my cock in as deep as it could possibly go and threw my weight on top of his body, pushing the air out of his lungs. The muffled noise coming from him let me know I had given him exactly what he wanted. We’ve been together for so long that I know what that sounds like. It was not a sound of pleasure, but a noise of pain and fulfilment. Usually, I just rest in this position and let him catch his breath and his hole adjust to the intrusion, but not this morning. Instead, I kept my arm flexed and my hand covering his mouth and I just started pounding away. The friction was substantial, and it even hurt my cock so it must have hurt him a lot more. He started writhing under me, his body tensing up, trying to get away. Muffled screams escaped trough my fingers as he grabbed my arm with both hands, digging his nails into my skin trying to get me to release him so he could breathe again. But I was already close to coming, and that was my only priority, so I kept pounding until I exploded inside him. I let go of his mouth and he gasped for air and started coughing violently, causing my cock to be forced out of him along with a huge dollop of dark pink cum that landed on the white sheets. He rolled away from me, breathing rapidly as if he had been running a marathon, then looked at me with red eyes and tears running down his cheeks and said: “THAT’S how you fuck! Thank you! Those poz loads from last night must surely have been forced into my bloodstream with that fuck!”, then he kissed me while fingering his wide-open hole, moaning in pain. The rest of that Monday we spent mostly wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling closer than ever before. But then came Tuesday and it was back to work as usual. Days went by and by the end of the week both our asses started hurting in a familiar way, and by Saturday our cocks were dripping with pus, so Monday morning we called the gay clinic to get treated for whatever we caught this time. We have the best clinic ever, so I got a time the same day in the afternoon, and my husband got one in the evening. When I got to the clinic I checked in with the nurse at the desk, and she was as always very welcoming, making jokes and calling me darling, love and sweetie, making me feel safe and relaxed. The staff there really is the best I’ve ever met. – “You’ll be meeting with Eddie today! He’s new but amazing! Sweetest Eddie… Alright then, all set, have a seat and he will call you shortly!”. I sat down in the waiting room and looked around. There were six other guys there waiting, all staring down in their phones. The well-known sound of one of the dating apps receiving a message echoed through the room and one of the guys started frantically lowering the volume on his phone, looking up with a bright red face. Someone giggled. He looked over at me and I met his glance with a smile. He smiled back at me shyly. - “Anthony?”, a doctor called out. The guy who just got the message arose and followed the doctor out of the waiting room. I started the app myself to check out Anthony’s profile. Just 24 years old, top, into bears. He had a really cute picture of himself by the beach, showing of a slim hairy body in a pair of tiny speedos. I immediately sent him a tap. - “Jay?” - “That’s me!” I said and looked over at Doctor Eddie. - “Come with me…” he said and started walking down the hallway to the last room. Fuck was he cute! Short guy, short dark hair, nicely kept dark beard and dark brown piercing eyes that you could drown in. He also had a rather large horseshoe shaped nose piercing through the septum, taking his cute boyish looks and turning him into more of a fetish porn star. Walking behind him I wished he didn’t have that white coat on, I wanted to see his ass so badly. Had it been anywhere else than an STI clinic, I would’ve jumped him like a fox hunting a rabbit. We entered the room, and he told me to hang my jacket on the hook on the wall and have a seat next to his desk. He sat down, turned to me and said: - “Nice to meet you, how are you doing? The note here says you’ve got symptoms.” - “Yes… my ass hurts and my cock is dripping…” - “Been a bit of a slut, have you?” he said, looking at me with a huge smile and letting out a little giggle, completely catching me off guard. - “Uhm… I guess so…”, I said, blushing. - “Nice...”. He winked at me, typing something on the computer. “So, you’ve been fucking bareback? Top or bottom?” He was still smiling at me. - “Uuuhm… Yes… Both…”. - “Several partners? At home or somewhere else?” - “Yes, several partners. Quite a few. I was at the sauna. And my husband was also fucking around and then we’ve been fucking too… So not sure where I got it, whatever it is.”. I was expecting him to start giving me a lecture, but there was none. Instead, he leaned back on his chair, and looked at me. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could see that he was squeezing his nipple through his t-shirt. I’m not sure he was even aware that he was doing it, it seemed to be just one of those things one does automatically and absent mindedly when one is getting horny. I felt my own cock stirring. This lasted just a few seconds to long to be “normal doctor behaviour”. - “Ok”, he snapped out of his thoughts, “We’ll do the regular tests since you’ve been a sauna cum dump. Do you want HIV?”. - “Do I what?!” - “Uhm…”, he looked flustered as he realised what he had said, “I mean, do you want me to test for HIV?” - “I don’t really care…”. I said that thinking that it was both true, and that if he was to question it, I could always just say that what I meant was that there is no point since I’m on prep, which he would know since it’s in my journal. He didn’t have to know that I’m not actually taking them… - “Right…” he paused a few seconds. “It wouldn’t show anything anyway since your sauna visit was too recent. IF you were infected there, I mean.”. He smirked. Smirked? Again? What the actual fuck was going on here? Did he somehow know what I had been up to at the sauna? Was he there? Did someone tell him about me? How would he know, I’ve never met the guy before! - “Pull your pants down and sit down here on the bed, I’ll start with the penis swabs.” I did as I was told. He put on gloves and prepared the sample kits. Then he grabbed my cock and gave it a tug, then started really milking it dragging his thumb along the urethra forcing the pus out of my piss slit. I was starting to get hard. - “Nice cock…” he said quietly, again I’m not sure if he was aware that he said it out loud. - “No need to do any deep swabbing here” he said in a normal voice, “There’s enough pus for everyone… I mean; for all the tests!”. He dipped four swabs in the yellow pus that he had squeezed out of my cock, and then he put them in the test tubes on his table. He wiped the rest of the pus from my cock with his thumb and I could see his thoughts wandering off as he squished it between his thumb and his index finger. I looked at him the whole time and I saw him lick his lips. There was no doubt about it, this was one dirty hungry nasty little fucker! He wanted to lick that pus, I’m sure of it! This was going to be fun! - “Do you want me to turn on my side now, so you can check out my ass?” I said, snapping him out of his thoughts. - “Yes, lie down on your left side.” - “My ass really hurts so I’d really like it if you could apply some numbing cream first.” - “Ok, no problem, I will.” He replied and got up from his chair to go to the cupboard to get the cream. I looked at him as he got up and his scrubs were clearly tenting in the front. I had him. Now I just had to get him to fuck me. - “Ok, here comes the numbing cream, it might sting a little at first, tell me when if you want me to go slower or deeper, and when it starts working.” He expertly applied some cream to the outside of my hole and started inserting his index finger, moving it around the inside of my sphincter. He pulled it out, took some more cream and pushed it in again. I started moaning quietly and pushed back on his finger. “Go deeper…”, I said. I wanted him to hit my prostate. My cock was rock hard by now, dripping a mix of pre cum and pus on the protective paper that covered the bed. He pushed in deeper and started rubbing my prostate, then he inserted another finger in me. I knew he knew that this was already way past the normal exam, but still he asked me - “Is the cream starting to work?” - “Not yet, you need to massage it in more…” I looked over my shoulder to see his face, and there it was again, that smirk. Doctor Eddie started to really enthusiastically massage my prostate, and I was moaning loudly by now, no longer hiding my hard cock but instead jerking it. - “I still have to take the tests you know…” - “Do it now, then continue doing what you’re doing now!”. I was not leaving this exam room without coming, that was for sure! Doctor Eddie inserted first one swab, flicked it around inside me on the mucous membranes, put it in a test tube, then did the same with a second one. He then applied some lube to his hand and inserted three fingers and really started to massage my prostate. I turned over on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest to really show off my cock. He kept finger fucking me with his right hand, as he put his left hand down his pants to jerk his own cock. I begged him to fuck me, and he couldn’t contain himself, he just stood up, pulled down his pants and shoved his rock-hard cock into my ass, raw, and started fucking me while he grabbed my cock and started jerking me. He paused for a while, picked up his phone, took a photo of his cock up my ass and typed something. – “For the journal…” he said and smiled, then continued to fuck me. About 20 seconds later the door to the exam room opened and a young male nurse stepped in and closed the door behind him. The doctor didn’t even react. The nurse said “I got your text…” and just walked up to us, bent over and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking. A minute later the doctor started to visibly, but quietly, unload in my guts and shortly after I started shooting my own load in the hungry mouth of the nurse. He was sucking down and swallowing every drop he could catch. The doctor collapsed back onto his chair, his cock still standing straight out of his pants, wet with cum and lube. The nurse had sucked my cock dry by now and moved down and stuck his tongue up my cummy hole instead, slurping up every drop of his colleagues cum that leaked out of me. Doctor Eddie stood up from his chair and was obviously still hard. His cock wasn’t the biggest I’ve seen, but with the nastiness of what he had done and how fucking cute he was, he was definitely in the top five hottest fucks I’ve ever had. He quickly entered the nurse, causing him to let out a loud moan right into my guts. A huge drop of pre cum fell from the top of my again rock-hard cock. The nurse stood up, licked my cock clean, looked me in the eyes, smiled and said “Wow! Just WOW!”, then he was pushed forward by the doctor fucking him, causing his huge hard cock to enter my ass. The numbing cream had started to wear off and there wasn’t a lot of cum left after his eager cleaning, so the penetration hurt like hell! I let out a little scream, but the nurse quickly covered my mouth with his hand and held back. - “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. - “Fuck no but please use some lube!” I answered. “And please cum quickly, I’m not sure how much more my ass can take!” - “Don’t worry, I won’t last long, this is way too hot!” He pulled out of me, just as Doctor Eddies hand reached around and lubed up the nurse’s cock and my hole. – “There you go Matt, now fucking breed our patient!”. With that Matt started fucking me, as Eddie was fucking Matt. Matt’s cock was so fucking thick, I could feel it ripping my already very sore ass apart, but I just couldn’t pass this up. I needed it! - “What does he have?” the nurse asked Doctor Eddie - “Not sure… Could be anything, or everything. Doesn’t really matter since we’re both already on all kinds of antibiotics because of our party last week, we’ll be fine.” - “Yes of course, but… Is he poz?” - “Ask him yourself…”, Doctor Eddie replied while keeping the fuck-train in motion. - “Are you poz?”, Matt asked me, pushing his raw cock deeper inside me. - “Not yet…” I replied. - “Are you on PreP? If not, you’re at great risk here…” - “I’m not. Are you saying that you’re about to infect me?” - “Do you want me to? You’ve already got Eddies load in there; I don’t think mine will make that much difference…” he said with a devilish look on his face. - “Yes please, give it to me! Give me everything you’ve got!” The nurse tensed up and started blasting inside me, and with that his cock expanded even more, causing extreme pressure on my sphincter which felt so incredible that I yet again started shooting my load all over my clothes. This time no one was there to catch it in his mouth, so I covered myself with six thick ropes of cum. The doctor was still fucking the nurse but came in him just seconds later. We were all out of breath. The room reeked of sex combined with the normal hospital sanitizer, creating a new sensation in my nostrils. I felt the urge to become a nurse here. - “Matt, this is Jay, he seems to be open to taking our toxic loads.”, Eddie said and laughed. - “Nice to meet you Jay”, Matt said and shook my hand, flashing the biggest smile at me. “Hope you get what you’re looking for!” - “And I hope to see you soon again if you get the fuck flu in a couple of weeks.”, the doctor said. “Or who knows, maybe it’ll happen sooner than that considering what a dirty sauna slut you are.” He added with a huge grin. - “I think I’ll be back sooner than that…”, I replied, “My husband is coming here this evening, I might just come and keep him company, and make sure he’s as well received at this clinic as I have been.”. I smiled at them. - “What time has he booked?” - “18.45” - “That’s the last appointment of the day. Good, then we can work overtime and we’ll be all alone in the clinic…”

Part 6 Remember the shard guy #1 left me? Well it’s now like 9:00am and I’m starting to loose my high, so booty bump to the rescue! I’m starting to feel the shard take full effect as I’m on my phone going through Grindr, A4A, and BBRT looking for the next! This time Grindr come through again! The guy I invite over is about 30, jet black hair, blue eyes, white, 5’ 11” 180, and a 7c cock! I’m seriously in love! He’s so fucking cute, but what I want now is his load! I pretty much waste no time getting him naked, sucking his cock for a minute and the hitting poppers he gave me. Once he’s rock hard and lubed up with my spit, I assume the position on my back and guide him in (bareback of course, best part is neither one of us discussed condoms or anything!). His cock feels amazing as it’s thrusting in and out of my spun hole that, thanks to the booty bump is even hungrier for cock and cum! As he continues to fuck me Im pulling him close so our bodies are rubbing all over each other and my hands are feeling every part of him! He started off rather quiet but quickly became a verbal dom top and was taking out all his pent up aggression fucking me! He asks if I’ve had any loads yet and I tell him only one from yeasterday. He looks at me and says “that’s too bad, I love mixing my load in with others” I confess the truth and doing so turned him on so much he starts fucking me harder, completely balls deep and wrecking my spun cum hole! I’ve got my legs spread as wide as they’ll go, my hands on his ass pulling him in as close as possible! Suddenly he asks if I want his load. I let out a loud “fuck yeah, breed my spun cumhole. Please, oh god please give me your load, I’ll do anything you want!” Since I mentioned being spun, he slows down and pulls his cock out. In a panic I thought “oh shit, he’s not cool with this! I’m not getting his load 😩” He gets close to my face and says “you tweakers are all the same, you’ll do anything for a load.” Unsure of what to say or do, I apologize for not telling him and assume the session is over. He looks at me confused and says “babe, I love tweaker cumdumps! In fact you’re my favorite because you’re by far the hottest one around. Guess what, I’m fucking high too”. Suddenly relieved, I ask him why he stopped fucking me? He pulls me up, takes me into the bathroom, and tells me to get in the bathtub with my ass in the air. I comply without question and he says if I’m truly a spun out cumdump, I’ll let him do anything. I tell him that he owns me and I’m willing to do anything! “You ever had chem piss” He asks? I tell him it’s been years but whatever he wants I’ll do! He gets in the tub with me and I feel this stream of hot chempiss on my back, only for a moment though. Soon he puts his cock in my ass and begins to fill it with his chem piss! ...to be continued 😈