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It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

“Oh yeah gonna shoot this poz load in that fucking sloppy hole” The latest top said as his cock throbbed in my once tight hole and I felt another load added to the flood of cum in my ass. He shuddered and dripped sweat onto my chest now smooth chest as my eyes rolled back in my beck and all I could do was moan in my popper haze. I had been in the sling for 4 hours at this point and had taken 8 loads while my Owner stood behind me feeding me poppers and steading the sling. I felt so slutty and wondered about how I had come to this point in my life. The next top stepped up, furry as all hell and tatted up and made eye contact as he slide is raw cock into my abused whole and I moaned out a hoarse “more”. ****2 weeks prior*** I had just graduated college and was home working at one of those job that you take because you need money. I had just broken it off with my girlfriend since we lived to far away to bother with trying to keep a relationship going after college. I wasn’t really worried though I was always good at finding someone to fuck. I’m Italian Sicilian, 6 ft , 185lbs, and have the pale skin and black hair all over to prove it. My cock is 8 inches uncut of thick meat that like to drool like a faucet when I get hard, I jerk off at least 3 times a day just to remain sane, and I have a great manly dense coating of fur all over my well toned pecs, abs, and leg as well as super dense pit fur. Love to smell my pits after a workout and jack off while still wearing my boxers. I was super horny coming home from a workout one night and was passing the adult bookstore in my town and thought I would stop in and pick up something new to jerk to. I parked my car around back so that people wouldn’t see it and made my way in. Once in I was looking around at the various dvds for sale and drifted over to the toy section. Hey had a huge cabinet full of different types of lube and bottle labeled as “Aromas”. “Need help?” a deep voice said I turned around and less than a foot away stood the sales associate. He was about 6 2, 225, as hair as I was and had scruff all over his face. His tight black shirt and jean showed that he was also thick with muscle. I felt some how small standing there in just my tank top and basket ball shorts. “ummmmm I was wondering what these little bottle are for?’ “Those are poppers son they make ya super horny and relaxed. Did you want some?” “Well I am always super horny but sure I guess.” He reached around and unlocked the case and handed me a bottle and whispered, “here try these in the they are my favorite” I went to reach in my shorts and he just shook his head and said he would cover me and that I should try em in the back vid area before I left. I was so horny my cock was pushing against the material of my jock as I made my way to the back video area. I was dark back there lit only by a couple red light. There were two banks of both 5 on each side and a cluster of larger booths in the middle. Not liking to be constrained I made my way to one of the booths. Once in I feed a 5 into the machine and fished my cock out. It was still hard and leaking from the earlier exchange as some straight porn booted up on screen. My mind returned to the sales guy and wondered why he had made me nervous and hard all at the same time. I put those thought out of my head as I unscrewed the bottle and tried my first hit of poppers. The smell turned me off at first but then the rush hit me. My hand paused on my cock as my face turned flush and my breathing increased. I felt my self getting even harder and sweat broke out on my skin. My mind focused only on my cock and the feelings of how horny I was. A moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes as a large drop of precum slicked the head of my cock as I jerked it. I am not sure how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes the guy from the sales floor was standing in the door to the booth. Fuck I had forgotten to slide the latch. “Seems like you enjoyed those, why don’t you take another hit and let me help you out” He was staring ight into my eyes and for some reason I nodded slightly. He moved towards me and lifted my hand holding the bottle to my nose and told me to inhale deep. I am not sure why I followed his orders o readily but I did. He moved the bottle over to my other nostril and told me in a deep voice “again boy” I did that twice more and my head was swimming. His hands roamed down my body and pulled my cock back out. His warm mouth took all of me into him and started licking around the head. Cleaning up all my precum. He roughly pull my short down leaving my bare jock clad ass touching the wall. I was sweaty like a horse and the smell drifted up from my pits and mixed with the smell of the poppers and my cock got even hard from this guy sucking me off. I was starting to come down from the effects when the guy pressed the bottle back to my nose and sent me off again. I would barely think all that was on my mind was how horny I was and how I wanted to feel more. The guy put 2 fingers in my mouth to try and keep me quiet but that only seemed to make me horny. His fingers tasted salty and I loved it. “Fuck you are hot, love to make you mine and mark you up. Lets see how that hole of yours is” In a haze he had me take 4 more hits and then turned me around. Spreading my furry ass he dove right in and licked at my hole. I had never had anyone do that before and it felt amazing. My back arched and I pushed back into his wet tongue. Loving the sensation and having my hole eaten out. Feeling is facial hair rub rough against ass and his soft wet tongue darting into my hole. My hand went right to my cock and started jerking it fast. My helper grabbed it and pulled it away. “Not yet boy wanna make you beg to shoot” I had never been called boy before but it triggered something in me and I moaned. Suddenly the guy stood up and turned me back around. “Stay here I will be right back” he said and left me standing in the booth high on poppers and panting. He came back in a minute with something in his hand. Sinking to the ground he took my cock back in his mouth and sucked me hard and fast. He held the bottle back to my nose and I took 4 more hit while he gave me the best blow job I had ever received. 10 shots came out of my cock as I came. Between the intense orgasm and the poppers my head was spinning as the guy swallowed and suck at my shrinking cock. I was sweaty and panting when I felt something being pressed around my cock and heard a click. “There we go all locked away, that should make sure you come back again next week” “What?!?!” looking down I saw my cock encased in a plastic tube that only left my balls exposed. I looked at the guy with confusion. “What you thought this was only going to be about you. If you want that taken off be here again next week same time and we will see what we can do. And expect to return the favor for what I just did and then same. If you don’t see me up from just say you need to see The Boss, when you get here. Have a fun week” I was dumbstruck. Before an hour ago I had never tried poppers or had a guy suck me off. Now I had shot my load and my cock was locked in this thing. Thinking about the blow job I felt myself start to get hard and felt pain as it pressed against the plastic. In a daze I tucked my now caged cock back in my jock pulled my shorts up and drove home. 2. That week passed so slowly. All I could think about was my cock. I was distracted at work, and I couldn’t go to the gym because I was so embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to see my cock cage. Finally it was Friday and I head back to the store. I was so horny I sped the entire way and practically ran through the door. Boss stood behind the counter and smiled at me when I walked in. “He boy, has it been week already?” I looked at him with hungry eyes and stated “Please take this off I need to cum so bad I’ll do whatever it takes just get this off me” “Are you sure about that boy? How about we take you to the back and see what we can do.” With that he came around the counter and flipped the closed sign and locked the door. I followed him urgently to the back area and into a booth in the back of the video room. “Take off your clothes boy let me see what that once proud cock looks like” I stripped off my workout shorts and tank top and stood there in only my shoes and the cock cage. My furry body breaking into a nervous sweat plastering the hair on my chest and abs. Boss came up and stood within an inch of me looking into my eyes. He reached in his pocket and I felt relief that he was going to take the lock off my cock and I could cum. When he opened his hand he held a bottle of poppers in it and gave it to me. “Here ya go boy, you know what I want to see you do.” I took the bottle from his hand and inhaled deep 4 times in each side. My head was spinning and I leaned against the walls of the booth. My cock vainly tried to get hard. “yeah good boy hitting deep like that for me. Now the way I see since I sucked your cock last time you should return the favor for me” I had never sucked a cock before and but I was so horny and high on poppers I drop to my knees and started to unbutton his jeans. I could feel the cum and dirty from previous occupants coat both knees and could smell Bosses sweaty crotch as he pulled his cock out. A huge drop of precum glistened on the tip. Could I do this? I was so horny and feel out of it. As if reading my mind Boss held the poppers back to my nose and I breathed deep. Next thing I knew his cock was going in and out of me mouth and I was moaning like a whore. This tasted amazing and I loved his uncut 9 inch cock slamming into the back of my throat. Boss grabbed the back of my head and firmly planted his cock all the way down blocking my air supply. Just as I was about to struggle the bottle was place to my nose and he pulled back. Poppers flood into me whether I wanted them or not. Sending my head spinning and make me want more cock. Bosses cock began to grow bigger and he started to grunt as shot after shot flooded my mouth. I swallowed without thinking and loved the taste of his cum as it pour down my throat. “Fuck that was good boy, you are one poppered up cock pig now. DO you want more of this dick boy? You want that cage off?” “Oh god yes please please please let me out I need to cum so badly.” “Stand up and turn around boy and show me your hole first. I want to eat that tight furry hole.” Obediently I got up and present my furry ass to Boss. He bent down and started eating me out again. “Hit those poppers boy” I inhaled 3 times deep and arched my back. Moaning. I felt his finger push into my tight never been fucked hole and grunted with pleasure . backing on to his rough callused finger I felt waves of pleasure. Boss kept licking and wetting my hole working a second than a third finger into my ass. All the time I kept hitting the poppers and gyrating my ass. Wanting more. His fourth finger opened me up and I took a huge deep hit of poppers and held my breath as he loosened me up even more. I felt so full and stretched and never knew how much pleasure I could get from my ass. Boss stood up and started rubbing his once again hard cock through the crack of my ass. Plastering the fur with his precum. My hole itched to be filled and I was panting and sweating. Boss held the bottle back under my nosed and I sniffed again and again. “You want that cage off ? You want to feel my cock in that hole? You want me to fuck you boy? Make you mine forever? You want to be owned boy?” “OH god I don’t care fuck me I need release I need to cum so bad. Do what you want just let me cum” “Ok boy but remember you wanted this” I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, increasing the pressure more and more until it felt like it would never go in. The bottle was back under my nose, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and on the sixth hit he broke through and sank all the way in balls deep. My moan of pain and pleasure surprised my. I never wanted it to end. I could feel his raw cock all 9 inches buried deep in me and I start to fuck myself on it. I wanted more. Sweat dripped off my body and down my back. Boss ran his hands over it and brought it to my face and I Greedily sucked it off his fingers. It tasted so good. Precum was leaking out of my caged cock like a faucet, dripping on the cum covered floor of the booth. “Fuck I love this tight hole. It feels so good gripping my fucking daddy cock. Leaking my dirty precum in the clean hole. Gonna make this fucking mine boy. You want that. You want to be my poppers pig and take my raw cock. Get bred by me and my friends. Take any load I tell you to. Be owned and used.” Taking 3 more hits from the popper bottle all I could do was utter gibberish over and over again. “fuckme , fuckme fuckme, yes whatever you want fuck my ass breed me own me just give me more cock. make me however you want I need more cock please fuck me fuck me fuck me” “Good boy gonna drop this load in that ass now boy take this fucking cock you sweaty fucking popper pig whore” He grabbed my shoulder and pushed as far into me as he could and I felt something in my give way. His pulsing cock shooting 8 shoots in my hole hitting my prostate. At that time I started to have the most intense orgasm my ass contracting uncontrollably around his cock milking every drop from it while my caged cock leaked out a bucket of cum to add to the sweat and dirt and cum already on the floor, I couldn’t stop shaking and I sank to the ground. His cock plopping out of my no longer tight ass I fell to the floor on my knees. “Fuck you are a good boy now clean up that mess on the floor” I looked up at him questioningly and he point down were my cum, sweat, and the cum of who knows else had congealed on the floor. “Lick it all up boy or you will be punished.” “I can’t who know what is down there that is disgusting I please don’t make me “ “Well you really don’t need to worry about catching any anymore but Ok pig you get two choices….lick that all up…..or you get punished” I stared at the man that had just fucked me and wondered about what he had just said while I tried to figure out which was worse. Licking up the sweat and cum and filthy of previous tenants of this booth ….or the punishment he would think up. 3. “Please sir I can’t lick the floor, I can’t ill take your punishment” “Glad you said that boy now follow me… and don’t even think about putting those clothes back on” I followed Boss back out into the main store and he flipped the sign to open and unlocked the door. “Get behind the counter boy and kneel on the floor ” I went behind the counter and kneel on the floor, my body shivering with what was coming and wondering what punishment he would think up for not cleaning up the mess in the back room. I didn’t have long to wonder because he came back shortly with a medium sized but plug form the rack and nipple clamps. He attached the clamps to my furry tits making me moan in pleasure. Then order me to bend over the counter. He spread some lube on my ass and started to push the plug in. “Please may I have some popper sir , it hurts” “No that would make this pleasure and you need to be punished and learn that when I tell you to do something you fucking do it and say thank you” “Yes sir” I said through gritted teeth as the plug popped in an I yelped in pain. He then order me back to my kneel position under the counter and pulled out his cock, ordering me to suck and lick it clean while he worked. About fifteen minutes later I heard the door chime and heard someone walking up to the counter. I try to move and sir just grabbed the back of my head an held me there. “Hey Mark glad to see you” sir said as the guy stepped to the counter. I was in clear view, my furry well muscled back and plugged ass on display for anyone standing at the counter. I felt myself blush and feel pathetic and weak as Mark got smaller bills for the video booth. “That boy for everyone or just for you?” he asked the voice sounded oddly familiar to me and I panicked that it might be someone I knew. “Needs to be trained up a bit, should be ready on Friday for the party though….actually would you mind helping me with him a bit. He needs to learn how to suck cock better.” “Sure always glad to help” With that Boss grabbed the chain connecting my nipples and pulled up making me get to my feet. There I stood naked, plugged, caged with my nipples chained together and my stomach dropped. There stood my old wrestling coach from high school. He was 6 ft, 225 with only the slightest bit of padding, goateed and salt and pepper hair. He looked me over and smiled with an evil glint in his eye. His hand reached out and grabbed the chain and pulled me around from behind the counter. Just as we reached the door to the vid booths Boss called out “No fucking him but anything else if free game, and if ya need him to do something just give him a couple popper hits and he turns into a fuckin slut” I lowered my head at the comment and was lead to the first booth in the middle. “Well Justin….didn’t think you would turn out to be a faggot bitch but I can’t say I am unhappy about it. What you thought since I didn’t use you name when I saw you I didn’t know who you were. Hell I shot so many loads watching you in the shower and now I get to shoot one down your throat. I am shocked that you hooked up with Boss but hey, it’s your funeral. “ Mark reached down and pulled his shirt over his head revealing a chest covered in grey fur and muscles. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved my face into his pits. Instinctively I started to lick the sweat mass of fur, lapping up his scent and swallowing it down. “Oh fuck yeah lick those pits jock boy make me feel good for teasing me all those years. Fuck you are a damn pig aren’t ya. Now lick the other side, make me nice and clean….unf yeah feels so damn good. While I was licking his pits he undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor revealing a 9 inch uncut cock about 3 fingers thick and dripping precum down his furred thigh. He pulled my face out of his pit and look me in the eyes. Grabbing a bottle of poppers he unscrewed the cap and held it to my left nostril, than my right, than my left, than back again. The warmth and dizziness spread over me and my knees went weak. I sank to the floor and shoved his perfect cock in my mouth. SLAP “Did I tell you to suck my cock yet bitch” Tears sprang up in my eyes as I looked up from my kneeling position, I was dizzy form the poppers and the slap and had no idea what he wanted. He turned around and spread his cheek. “Eat my hole slut , I wanna feel that tongue deep in there. And don’t worry I took a shower….this morning.” I hesitated for 5 second and he turned around and forced another 4 hits of poppers on me. This time when he turned I dove right into his ass. It smelled amazing, musky and maly. I could taste his sweat form the day and my tongue rand from his balls to his hole and back again. A sound came out of my chest like a growl and I used my hands ot spread his ass cheeks so I could get deeper in hi hole. My tongue lapping at it like a cat with cream. Then darting in and out like a small cock. His moands let me know I was doing an good job. “Fuck yeah that feels great, damn you are good at this for being a beginner. I should have had you in my office every day eating my ass.” The small room began to heat up and we both started to sweat. Mark’s as was slick with my spit when he turned around and presented his dripping cock to my mouth and said “Now you can suck it”. I dove down on the cock like my life depending on it , taking it to the root and burying my nose in the thick bush at the base. My tongue darting out and licking the underside of his cock. The bottle was at my nose again and I took two giant deep hits and snuck a finger around to play with Mark’s hole. It must have startled him because he dropped the bottle and it spilled on the floor. The small space filled with the scent of poppers and sweat. Mark pushed me agains the far wall with his back to the door and started to face fuck me for all he was worth. The continuous scent of poppers making me hungry for cock. Lost in the haze and pleasure of my blow job Mark didn’t hear the door t the booth open, but I saw Boss’s boots enter and wonder if he had come to check on how is friend as using me. Suddenly Mark stiffened and let out a moan of pain and pleasure as Boss’s big arms wrapped around his throat and a bottle was placed against his nose. Mark tried to escape forward and just drove his cock deep in my mouth as Boss plunge raw into his ass. “Please, don’t fuck me. I can’t , I don’t want to be like you “ “Fucked if I care , I have been wanting to dirty this cunt of yours for years and my little slut boy gave me a great opening I could not resist.” Mark was sandwiched and couldn’t escape and Boss’s thrust deep into his ass. Every time Boss thrust forward precum would gush into my mouth from Mark. As his passed picked up Mark just kept pleading oer and over to for Boss to pull out begging him not to cum in him. “Fucking to late so close gonna drop this big charged load in your hole and make you the cum slut you should have always been” With that Boss have a big growl and drove balls deep in Mark’s just as Mark hit the point of no return and flooded my mouth with his cum. “Make sure not to spill a drop boy, a man’s last neg load is special and should always bee eaten” Just then the reality of what they were saying hit me…I had his poz load plugged in my ass….his poison working into my system for the last hour, trapped there, soaking into me. Infecting me…..my cock strained against its confinement and I groaned around the slowly shrinking cock in my mouth. “Good job boy….but we are not done with you yet” 4. I stayed kneeling on the dirty floor Mark;s cum and sweaty dripping of my face. Boss pressed his cock, covered in ass juice, cum, and a bit of blood to me and I licked it clean. Loving in the taste of his big manly cock. My hands grabbed his furry ass and pulled him deep into me as my tongut licked under the hood and cleaned him. “Get ready to swallow pig boy and don’t spill a drop” I only had a second to wonder and then I felt his warm piss flooding my mouth. In fear I started gulping it down. His cock was far enough to the back of my throat that I didn’t taste any of that first piss until he slowly pulled it out. I expect to be disgusted but it tasted amazinf and I moan and suckled getting every last drop. Boss reached down and pull me up, started into my eyes and lifted both his arms, locking his hands behind his head. I sprang to action licking the fuck sweat from his deep furry pits. Smelling him and moaning. Humping his leg with my caged cock, grunting and devouring him. His hand traced down my back to the plug still in my ass. With one pull he yanked it out fo me causing me to whimper. “Ready for another charged load fucker” Now that I knew…..now that I knew what the consequences of taking his cock and cum in me….i lowered my head, turned around, and presented my ass. Arching my back against the wall. “Fuck I knew you would take to this like a duck to water. “ With that his raw cock plunged back in my ass. A screamed escaped my lips and before I had a chance to say anything else poppers were under my nose. Making my ass loose and my mind spin. Making want more, more cock, more cum. Thrusting back I met each pounding. Sweat once again dripping off me. I ran my hand across my chest and gathered it with my fingers. Sucking the salty delicious nectar from my own boy. “Please Boss, please shoot the poz cum in my hole. Make me you poz son. Knocked me up, own me, make me into your bitch, your pig, you cumdump.” “Fuck yeah boy here comes my second load, make you my fucking pig , my man , forever. With this cum I own you. With the load you are mine forever” Amazingly he cock sent 6 jets of his cum shooting into my hole. I felt each one like a tongue, lapping at the inside of my ass. Caressing and filling me with his fuck poison. He collapsed against my back , our sweat mingling. Both of us shuddering. I looked down and was not surprised to see he had worked another load out of me without me even toughing my cock. Something came over me. I grabbed my poppers and took four big deep hits. Just as the rush started to come I dropped to al four and started licking the Cum and sweat form the floor. I wanted the cum in me I wanted to take it all. My tongue lapped again and again getting every drop of sweat, cum and who knows what else before I knelt up and then took the Boss’s cock back to my mouth for cleaning. Cum and dirt were smeared all over my face. My eyes were glazed over at what I had done. A smile formed on my lips and a sense of belonging settled in. I knew what I was. I was his. And I Was a popper whore, cum slut. “Good job boy. I see you learn quick and are coming along, but you still need to be punished…..” 5. “Ok boy, time for us to go back to my place and work out what I am going to do with you for not listening earlier” With that Boss lead me to his truck as I was, face covered in filth wearing only my jock and a cockcage. My face was beat red on the drive to his house. I couldn’t stop thinking about how low I had sank so quickly. Had it only been a week ago I thought I was straight and had never tried poppers? Had it only been a week since I could say for sure I was neg. These thoughts raced around in my head and tears quietly slid down my cheeks, making lines in the filthy. Boss didn’t look over the entire time until we reached his house and pulled into his garage. He looked over at me and I saw his face soften a little. Reaching across he pulled me to him and kissed me patiently, his tongue exploring my mouth. His warm body pressed against mine. He kissed the tracks of my tears and like the filthy off my face, kissing me again I could taste it on his tongue. Pulling me into a close hug he whispered in my ear. “Such a good boy, yes you are. Gonna make me real proud once I am done. Come so far so fast and done such a good job at being my cump pig, my popper whore, my poz son. Yeah that’s it just cry out your past life so I can give you a new one.” He stroked the back of my head while he said this and I found it oddly calming. I felt proud that I could see this side of Boss and that I had already made him so proud. I could feel my cock straining against the cock cage with pride and a groan escaped my lips as I nuzzled into the side of his neck. Smelling his manly scent and wanting it all over me. “Ok boy get out and get inside so we can get to fixing the last bits that need fixing. Now I’m gonna be rough on you but you know you need it and you know you deserve it. And I do not wanna hear you say no in there. I promise you will not be in true danger but we need to get you sorted and make it stick that you are just a popper whore and need to be bred by big men like your Poz Daddy.” “Yes Sir, thank you for molding me and making me a better man” With that with both got out of his car and walked to his house, once inside he shut the door and ordered me to kneel. I sank to my knees immediately and locked my hands behind my head. He ruffled my hair and I knew that I had done good. “Follow me this way” Instinctively I stay on all fours and followed Boss to door inside that lead downstairs his basement, I balked at the top of the stairs not knowing how to crawl down without possibly falling and injuring us both. Halfway down Boss turned and told me I could stand up and walk down the stairs. I got up and followed him down. The basement was one giant room. The floor was painted black and made of hard rubber mats like at the gym. There was a section off shower to one side, a table in the middle with straps, restraint built into the was as well. A long shelf was filled with items, I spot cat of nine tails, paddles made from a variety of materials, balls gags, hoods, and various butt plugs, some even had what looked like tails. And in one corner was a full barber set including chair. Boss turned around and I was there kneeling ready for my punishment. I knew I had done wrong but more guiltily I knew I Had disappointed him. “Since this is your first time I will go easy on you. First things first since you are going to be my boy we need to trim you up a bit. Boys do not have hair. And you need to start as a boy before I decide if you should be something else.” That said he lead me to the showered of area and too out some clippers. The cold steel and vibrations felt weird against my skin and I cried as I watch my pride, my furry pelt that had let me know I was a man fall around me. Boss then went over to the barber chair and came back with a straight razor, brush, and shaving soap. Lathering it up in his hands he coated each section of my body. Careful using the straight razor to get the closest possible shave. “Now I will teach you how to use this in the future. Also sometime I like a nice hot shave from my son so you will learn and be my barber. You will also learn so you can prep any other boys I might bring home for our use.” My heart jumped at that last bit….I had thought I was his only boy. My reaction must have shown on my face because he chuckled to himself. “I said our use son, some of those boys are low enough even to let a popper whore like you fuck em, plus they need to learn how low they are and where they should be. Don’t worry I won’t replace you , your mine forever now” My heart swelled in pride as Boss turned on the shower and rinsed me off. The water felt so different against my skin, felt odd and slick and it coursed down and rolled off instead of getting tangled in my body hair. When Boss pulled me out he point me to a mirror and my eyes grew wide with shock. I looked like a different person, and I realized I was a different person, I was no long Justin, I was boy, no I was a Poz Son and I had a punishment coming and need to take it to serve my Boss. I turned from the mirror, lowered my head and dropped to my knees, hands behind my head, and waited for my next instructions….. 6. Boss had me rise and bend over. I felt a hard push and a large metallic butt plug sank into my ass, causing me to moan and squirm as I got used to the feeling. Then he had me stand up and placed white pads with wires hanging off them on my nipples, balls, and my abs. I could feel wires dangling from in between my legs and ass and I started to get scared. My eyes search Bosses face for any clue as to what he was going to do with me. I was then led over to the barber chair and ordered to sit. Straps were placed around my arms, chest, and head and the chair was position so I was facing a laptop. At this point beads of sweat were dripping down my torso. “Now what we are going to do is get you used to being a better popper whore. I have a friend that makes xtube vids that are perfect for training a cum dump like you to take more and more hits. Making sure I can get you as gooned as I want. I will stand here and administer the popper hits. Let’s begin” With that Boss cued the website, strapped a gag around my head that looked like a wiffle ball, and loaded the website. [think before following links] http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=fBDk2-G896-#.VbN1c_kmlno I starred as the video started and as the first bass notes hit my ass clenched and a yelp tried to escape my lips as I felt the first shock. Drool was already dripping out of my mouth and down my chest, my cock was hard and dripping. As the video went through Boss held the poppers to my nose, forcing my to hit along with the video. I had never done poppers like this and the maker knew how to administer hits. I was gyrating in the chair. The electrode working my nips and ass and abs in a pattern, the poppers making me crave realize. My cock was jumping and leaking precum all over the place. The story told in the video was so close to my own it was scary. From hot safer sex, straight, jock to babbling cum whore needing bare dick and cum loads. The only difference was I wanted poz loads, from every one, every cock needed to be poz now. I wanted my ass loose, gaping and dripping with poz seed. I wanted to me the cum dump, popper whore, slut that I needed to be. The poppers and video made me realize how much I craved cock, and cum and muscled men to give it to me. I want to explore my limits and crash through them . I wanted to be a babbling cum slut. Making real me happy and helping them spread their toxic cum. These thought kept looping over and over in my head as the video progressed. By the end of it I was a hornier than I had ever been. I could barely concentrate at the screen. My ass was grinding on the electro-butt plug and my eyes were rolling in my head as each wave of shocks washed over me. The vid stopped and Boss looked at me, nodded once, place the bottle to my nose one more time telling me to inhale deep and hold it. He then pushed a button and the electrodes went crazy. I exhaled hard as waves of pain and pleasure coursed through me and my cock erupted without me touching it, shooting up my chest and into my face hitting the ball gag, my tongue working furiously from the ther side to try and get it in my mouth. Boss toog the gag out and grabbed both sides of my head and looked into my eyes. “Tell me what you are and what you want” Trying had to focus on him and watching his beautiful face and strong body I felt something lock into place in me. My voice came from my mouth harsh but more honest then I have ever sounded “I want to be your Poz Son, and I want to be with you forever. Taking all the loads you want to give me and offering my hole to anyone you see fit. I want cum every day and to be made into the proper image you see for me. I never want to leave you.” “Good boy” And with that he began jerking his cock adding his own cum to the cum on my chest and body. Bending down he began licking the his cum and my cum up off me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my left pec and then his tongue. When I saw his face again it looked like some blood had gotten in his mouth. I watch as he took a sharp point knife and made a small cut in his own palm and licked it up. Then he kissed me. His spit, sweat, cum, and blood and mingled with mine. The taste of both of us was in our passionate kissing. I felt him press his palm to the cut in my chest. Mingling more of our blood, making sure his was the strain that birthed me as his Son. He then unstrapped me from the chair and helped me stand up. Looking at me with pride and lust. “I am now your Poz Father and you are my Poz Son, and we will be together forever. And this Friday we will celebrate “ ***************************************************** thinking of starting this story up again. Thoughts?

I have always been attracted to married or bi guys. Especially those with kids. It turns me on so much knowing that if I was a girl they could get me pregnant with their proven fertile seed. I started checking out a bi site looking for married bi guys with kids that wanted some bare arse on the side and were nice and verbal about knocking someone up with their fertile seed. I am in my late 40’s with an average dad bod. Mostly smooth except for below and my arse. Medium length light brown hair and almost the adult version of geeky. Not normally popular, but sometime get lucky with a random load when another guy is desperate to release his seed and doesn’t care what’s attached to the hole. After not much happening on the bi site I get a message from a 35-year-old middle eastern guy that lived close to me. As with most bi guys, he doesn’t have a face pic on his profile, just a body pic. And he is a defined/toned olive skin guy with well-trimmed outlined hairy chest. The kind that drives me wild. Nice and thick hair, but shaped nice around his chest and trailing down below his belt line. I could see his mouth but nothing higher and he had a nice trimmed 5-day growth beard on him that I could spend hours, if not days, smooching until I had severe beard rash. Profile was simple, “happily married father of two needs a man’s hole to fill on occasion”. I was certain it was a fake profile when I got the tell-tale “hey, how’s it going?”. After a bit of back and forth I was starting to believe it was more of a real profile with each message. He was your typical confident, dominant alpha male. Knew what he wanted and I expected he would always get it. Based on his pictures, I had no doubt he always got what he wanted. As the chat went on, he talked about his wife and kids and how he loved them, but also needed a man to please him. He preferred fucking guys because he thought their arses were always tighter and felt better than a pussy. He was looking for someone regular to breed he felt he could trust. I was totally up for the challenge. I was a bit worried though as he just came across as quite dominant, and I am not really into rough sex. As we chatted more, I raised this as I didn’t want to disappoint him if we hooked up. He made a point of saying that even though it is just sex, when he fucks a guy, it’s about the connection and joy of being inside another man and sharing his fertile seed. He considered himself a passionate fucker and not a rough one. He said he wanted it anonymous to start until he was comfortable, so he didn’t have to worry about being outed. I was up for that. He said he was going out for drinks with his mates after work the coming Friday and would like to drop by on his way home, find me arse up on all fours blind folded so he could “give me his potent seed and his babies”. I was weak at the knees just at the thought of it and was up for the task. He asked if I was on Prep cause he had to be careful, and I said I was not since I stopped a few months ago for a break. But I also had been tested only a week earlier as part of my three-monthly check and was all clear and had not been fucked for 3 months anyhow, so he should be safe. I was worried that might change his mind. His response surprised me. “I’m okay with that, but if I enjoy your arse and want to fuck you more, then you need to not fuck around with anyone else during that time. I really need to be careful about the wife and kids”. While I was not overly thrilled at the thought of losing possible fucks, the truth was I wasn’t having much luck anyhow. But, hey, it’s gotta work for the both of us I thought. So, I decided to be brave and responded. “I’ll not let anyone fuck me while you are fucking me on one condition. You need to make sure you come over and fuck me at least once a week, so I don’t go unfulfilled too.” The response was swift and short, “DEAL”. Followed by, “One other thing. And if this is a turn off it’s pretty much a deal breaker. I get pretty verbal. Nothing bad, but I’ll be telling you how much I want your hole, and how much I am going to breed you and knock you up with my babies etc. You need to be ok with that.” My response was just as swift as his previous one, “wouldn’t want it any other way”. So come Friday night and after a day of fasting and prepping, I got a message on the site. “Address and be there in 30 mins”. I sent the address and instructions and got ready. Blind folded and arse up on the bed with my arse pre-lubed and ready to take his babies. Soon enough I hear the door open, and I hear him walk into the room. I feel his hand slowly caress my arse and he says in what must be one of the deepest and sexiest voices, “Man, that’s ten times better than your pics. No rubbers, no birth control. I’ll knock you up in no time”. Nothing more was said as I hear his pants undone and I feel the head of his cock slipping up and down my hole as he gets hard. All I hear are grunts of approval. I am expecting this bull to slam in and fuck me hard, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he edges inside me until I feel his balls hit my crack. He is definitely a nice 8-inch cock or more. But not uncomfortably so. It feels so good. Probably because he has taken it so slow. Balls deep inside me he leans over my back, and I feel his beard as he kisses me neck and ear. “The missus has been holding out on me all week, so I won’t last long. But it’s gonna be a big 7-day load. I shoot big and deep. Like to get it in as far as I can to knock you up.” I am in heaven and my own cock is rock hard and dripping precum on the bed. He slowly starts fucking me and it is very sensual and deep which I was not expecting. He continues to moan in pleasure as he fucks me slowly for about 5 minutes and then starts saying, “I’m close. No turning back now. No morning after pill for us boys. You ready to have my babies?” He starts to pick up pace and again asks, “you want my babies? You want me to knock you up?”. I can tell he is close, and I lose myself and almost yell, “Yes. Please! Knock me up”. In a deep thrust he bottoms out and yells, “Take it. Take my babies.” And I actually feel the wetness inside as he floods my inside with what must be one of the biggest loads I have ever taken fills me up. He stays inside me twitching for almost a minute grunting constantly as he tries to pump more and more of his fertile seed in me. He leans in and once more passionately kisses my neck as the last drops of his DNA is deposited inside me. “I’ll give you that at least once a week if you make sure I am the only one. If you get knocked up I wanna be sure I am the father”. I respond, “Done”. He then slides out of me and pulls his pants up. I am expecting to hear him leave, but I hear him walking around the side of the bed and my head is gently pulled up and he kisses me for a good minute while I am still blindfolded. He tastes so good. Manly. Smoker too which turns me on so much. Then I hear the front door close as he leaves. I take the blind fold off and see a note on the side table. “Text me so I have your number so I can let you know when I am coming. Dan” I grab a butt plug from my side drawer and slide it in. I am determined to have his babies. I fall asleep with the plug and his seed inside me. Waking up in the middle of the night to remove the plug, I note nothing comes out with it. Excellent. I have absorbed all of him. I text him the next day and keep it generic in case his phone isn’t private. I don’t wanna ruin this. 10pm the very next evening I get a text. “30mins, be ready”. I am surprised as I was not expecting to hear from him again for another week. Sure enough, he comes over and it is a repeat of the previous night. And then again, the following night. Every night for three nights running. How could I be so lucky. Well, it doesn’t stop there. He then comes over after work every day for the following week. 7 loads over 7 nights running without a night off. Same thing every night. But on the 7th night, I find an envelope on the dresser this time with what looks like a letter in it. I lay on the bed, this time with some seed dripping from my hole and read his note. “Thanks for letting me breed you non-stop for the last 7 days. It’s time to be honest about a few things. Firstly, I am not married, and I don’t have any kids. Sorry about that lie. One month ago, I tested positive for HIV. If we ever talk again, I’ll be happy to explain how. Initially I wanted to just poz as many guys as I could because I was so angry about it. What I was not expecting was to actually like you. From that first night, my thoughts changed from pozzing you because I hated everyone for what happened to wanting you to share this journey with me. If I pozzed you, then we would have something in common. I selfishly wasn’t thinking about how that would impact you, I just wanted to be part of you and foolishly thought that you would accept that and want to have me inside you and with you forever afterwards. I do apologize for doing this, and strangely, I really like you. Who knows, you may be lucky and still be ok and it may not take but go get tested and totally understand if you never want to hear from me again.” I am initially shocked. But remind myself that there is nothing going on in my life and there is really no life to ruin. I am more surprised that he liked me. I spend the next day contemplating what has happened and don’t respond until the next evening. “Dan. Thank you for your honesty. The only thing I am upset about is that I don’t know what the father of my babies looks like. I am going to throw the ball back in your court. I have booked a nice cabin for 2 nights by the ocean 2hrs drive down the coast. I am leaving after work on Friday and staying there Friday and Saturday night. Coming home Sunday afternoon. If your letter is genuine, then meet me at my place on Friday at 6pm with an overnight bag. Come away with me and show me how much you want to be part of me and my life. Spend the entire weekend inside me to make sure it takes. I won’t get tested until the end of the month to give you time to do the job properly. And I expect my man to come with me for the good news. Up to you. But know that I want this and I want you. Andrew xxx” TBC

The lad was pale and sweaty but his little cock was stiff under his belly and he gave me a weak smile. "Take him off to the shower, mate." Said Bill to the other man. He nodded and led Martin off, giving me a glimpse of his bottom shiny and dripping with cum. Bill sighed happily. " Bloody hell!" He said " That was fun. Going to need a bit of cleaning up under the sling down there, Timmy." I nodded and headed off with the bucket and a mop. It was pitch black, and I could hear movement and guessed most of the trolls were still there. "Don't mind me." I said. "I need to clean up." I switched on the torch. The beam played over naked bodies crammed into the space, the skin glistening with sweat. Someone was being fucked in the sling and I had to bend down

Where i live is pretty remote but close to an interstate. Grindr its pretty hit or miss aside from one older neighbor. He isn't a great fuck but he is almost always looking. So I'm home Sunday and horny so I log on and this neighbor instantly hits me up. So we do the usual. I bend over the couch and he pumps a load in me and leaves. While he was breeding me I was looking at grindr and saw a couple looking for a place to park their rv for the night. We start chatting and decided they would bring steaks and drinks and could park for the night. They show up about 2pm one guy is mid 50s total top. The other guy is 30s and versatile. I have a very secluded back yard so they asked if we could hang out nude. So they come out on the patio while I fire up the grill. The younger guys has an impressive uncut cock. The older guy has the longest cock I've ever seen. Looked like a rope with a knot tied in the end. So after 6 loads they left this morning. And now I called in sick to work and waiting on my old neighbor. Lol

So here's the picture, as it's coming into clearer focus. A REPUBLICAN, exploiting REPUBLICAN-supported gun laws and court decisions, fired a gun beloved by REPUBLICANS, at another REPUBLICAN, who traffics in violent rhetoric, incitement and threats, at a REPUBLICAN rally - and somehow it's the Democrats' fault.

Chapter 8: The Great Reset By the end of his first year in Denver, Steve Rotherham was a changed man. He said that to himself one morning, as he studied the still-unfamiliar face in the mirror. Then he suggested to his reflection that maybe it was time for him to change his legal name again – and chuckled loudly. It really wasn’t necessary. The face that now gazed back at him out of the mirror had altered out of all recognition from the face of Rod Rammer, exotic dancer and porn star. Steve had let his hair grow out and allowed it to do so freely. Now the natural curls were plainly visible, and he’d adopted a new and shaggier hair style to emphasize the curly nature of his mop. He’d grown a lush new mustache and started dying his hair (and the stache) a rich blond, overriding the natural dark brown colour. Topping off the whole new look, he’d opted for blue-tinted contact lenses when he found that he needed to get glasses. In fact, he now looked far more like a seventies porn performer than anything else, a look about as far removed from pornstar Rod Rammer’s short, simple hairstyle as he could get. He'd gotten himself a new wardrobe too, letting his love of loose casual clothing take command of his appearance. Key to his new look was the addition of a topnotch brand of tight compression shorts that kept his one-eyed dragon under control and unobtrusive under his clothes. He was, after all, no longer under any professional necessity to dress in a way that emphasized his fitness or drew the viewer’s eye forcibly to his massive tool. For the first time in his life, in fact, he was looking and acting the way he wanted to, escaping from the prison of Rod Rammer to just become himself. It was, no question, a true liberation. The new look even extended to his workout gear, with big floppy sweats and shorts the keynote. It helped, too, that he’d found a gym which was well-equipped with individual shower cubicles, so he didn’t have to worry about being spotted and outed in the showers. Remembering all the times when Rod Rammer had flaunted it all over the place whenever he was at work made him laugh again at the abrupt and total reversal of his former behaviour patterns. In another lifetime, back in Exmouth, Adrian Pennyfather had been an indifferent student at best, doing well in classes that interested him but much less well in others. The years of determination and complete involvement which he had brought, as Rod Rammer, into his professional life now got turned with equal intensity onto his courses. As a mature student, his standing was of considerably more importance to his future, and he had shot through the whole first year, ending up with top-ten standings in every course. In the same way that he had done as a performer, he now shunned almost all distractions. Steve made no effort to have any kind of social life, refused to go looking for company, wasted no time on any kind of partying, and used his right hand for quick relief as needed. After a year of that, though, it dawned on him that he didn’t need to be quite so single-minded as he was accustomed to being. Now that he’d stepped out of the industry which had been his life for over fifteen years, he could pay a little more attention to the man and his human needs, instead of single-handedly devoting himself to the work, the whole work, and nothing but the work. Once he’d reached that point, he was ready to begin the final phase of his Great Reset, the phase which focused on the inward life of Steven Rotherham. In this field, just waiting for him to pay a little attention, there was one distraction waiting for him, a distraction which he could not avoid and did not want to avoid. He decided to let himself be distracted, right at the beginning of his second year in Denver. On a Friday afternoon. Steve was waiting anxiously in the lobby of Denver airport, right by the exit from security. For the first time in his life, he was hosting a weekend visitor – and not as part of a business deal. He’d sent the guy a couple of current photos and gotten back some snarky comments about his “new look.” Steve paced up and down nervously. He was looking right at the stream of people exiting from the security area when Jim came through, his face cracking into an enormous smile as he saw Steve waiting for him. They flung themselves into a first bone-crushing hug, and then Steve led the way back to the train for the ride into town, followed by a short walk from the nearest station to his apartment. As soon as they walked in, and the door closed behind them, Jim had his arms around Steve and began kissing him passionately. “Wow, Jim, you sure aren’t wasting any time.” “That’s right, my big boy wants to be let out to play!” They both laughed, but only for a second. The temperature was steadily rising as clothes flew left, right, and centre. Steve’s compression shorts held Jim up for an extra minute or so until he got his fingers into the waistband and skinned them off, and then he had his mouth on that giant pole, licking at the head for all he was worth. Steve groaned loudly, certainly loudly enough for anyone passing by to overhear him. “Fuuuck, Jim, keep sucking me. That feels so awesome.” By this time, Jim was over halfway down the shaft and still working his way down. “Pretty impressive for someone who never sucked the Rammer before,” Steve prodded. Jim came up off his task long enough to say, “I bought the dildo modeled on your dick to practice with, what did you think?” Steve laughed, but the laughs quickly turned to more moans as Jim worked harder and harder on his dick. But then he pulled away. “Come here, I want to have a turn too.” He led Jim into the bedroom, where the duvet was already removed. Falling onto the bed, Steve pulled Jim down with him, and then moved around into the sixty-nine position. As Jim went back down on Steve’s monster, Steve opened his mouth and attacked Jim’s cock. In no time, they’d fallen into a perfectly synchronized mutual suckfest – both going up at the same time, both going down, both choosing the same moment to pause and swirl the tongue around the head, then both again taking the opportunity to pause and contract the throat around the head three or four times in quick succession. Each of them felt like he could have been sucking himself, but there was the body of the other man right there before his eyes, the thighs enclosing his head, the butt cheeks falling naturally into his hands. In what seemed mere moments, both of them began to speed up, while still sucking in perfect unison, and it was plain that both of them were gunning for the finish line. The action got more and more heated, building up a great head of steam, but it was Jim who fired first, shooting the first bolt of his cum down Steve’s throat. But then, just as his second pulse shot out, he felt the first huge blast of Steve’s cream blowing into his throat, and quickly backed up so he wouldn’t choke on it. He’d seen enough of Steve’s notorious ten-shot orgasms and knew that he had to try to control it as much as he could – not that he could really make much progress in that line. Steve, on the other hand, was perfectly happy to keep still and let Jim’s load build up inside his cheeks as his own cock kept right on firing into Jim’s overloaded mouth. Once they’d finally calmed down again, Steve released Jim’s tool and swung around so they could enjoy a prolonged bout of snowball kissing. Sharing their loads with each other was something Jim had wanted to do ever since their first meeting, when Steve had avoided cumming, and he was thrilled to find that Steve was exactly on the same page and led the way for them to do it. After they’d finished, Steve pulled up the duvet and they snuggled down together under it. Jim in particular was tired after hours of travel, and quite happy to settle in for a snooze. An hour later, Jim awoke first and then woke Steve up, too. He could happily have gone on watching Steve sleeping peacefully for quite a while, but he had a couple of questions he wanted to ask. “Steve, we need to talk a bit. There’s a few things I want you to tell me. First, what made you decide to get in touch and ask me to visit?” “Easy answer: I didn’t want to go through life referring to you as the one that got away.” “So you’re looking at keeping me?” “Time will tell.” “Damn, I was hoping you’d say yes.” They both laughed. Neither of them was really surprised at all to find that the other was thinking along the same lines. The mutual attraction and trust had already been strong on that first memorable night they had spent together. “Obvious next question: why did you wait so damn long?” “I was remaking myself, and not just on the outside. I had to ditch a lot of internal baggage too, all the thinking and habits of a fifteen-year career in porn and exotic dancing, and it took time. Once I got all that squared away, I realized that I was ready to see you again – truly ready.” Jim smiled. But then he continued. “Second question: when we….” “Actually, that’s your third question.” Steve laughed as he said that. Jim threw Steve a reproachful look. “Ahem. As I was saying, when we first met, what made you decide that you could trust me and that it would be safe to let me know all about your feelings?” Steve grasped his hands and looked at him solemnly – too solemnly. “I trusted you because you were kind and thoughtful, you were a good listener, and most of all… well, I knew that it was safe to tell you all about my feelings because you had more than one bottle of Perrier in your place, and it wasn’t past the best before date.” Jim’s eyes widened in surprise for a second, until he caught sight of the twinkle in Steve’s eyes. “Smart ass!” He gave Steve a friendly slap on the shoulder and they both laughed. “Point taken, Jim. Now, my question: what would you like to do about dinner? Go out, order in, improvise from the fridge…?” “Let’s order in. I’ve done enough running around in the big, bad world for one day.” “Pizza, burgers, tapas, Asian fusion, or good old American pseudo-Chinese?” “Pizza is fine, anything but pineapple.” “Uh-oh, black mark there.” They both laughed again. The strength of the comfort zone was immediately obvious to both of them. Under the teasing, there was plainly a real affection for each other, and it was growing by leaps and bounds. Over the pizza and a bottle of wine, they began exchanging life stories. Jim was all prepared to hear about a great long list of sexual conquests and was surprised to get nothing of the kind. At first he was inclined to be skeptical about Steve’s ability to hold back and not jump after every cute guy who crossed his path but, as Steve kept reminding him, he’d been compelled by his career choice to act all his life as a professional top when he’d have preferred to be a bottom. As well, there was the corresponding reality that sex was professional too, that it could sometimes be fun, but was at least as often apt to be onerous – and there was certainly no personal happiness in doing it for dollars. It was a matter of business, nothing more. Beyond that, as Steve added pointedly, “The proof is in every one of my movies that you’ve undoubtedly watched more than once.” “Damn, busted.” “Trust me, Jim, those giant cumshots were the product of many nights of exerting self-discipline, of keeping other guys – and my hand – away from my dick. You’ve seen how many guys struggle and strain in videos to produce a couple of drops. That’s because they’re the ones getting laid every day of the week.” Jim nodded his understanding. Then he proceeded to share some of his own stories: the first wild flings as a youngster, the disastrous relationship with a selfish, compulsive liar and manipulator, then his last one, Julian – a relationship which had a lot of strengths to it but finally dissolved (slowly) after it turned long distance. Julian had been shifted by his employer to work in one of the less tolerant Asian countries, and a gay couple living together there was an utter impossibility. “We kept it going for six years at long distance, that’ll give you an idea of how much we cared about each other, but we could see no end in sight and finally agreed to let each other go – although that was painful for both of us. That was two years ago, and I’ve been on my own since then – until now.” There it was again – the unspoken thought that each of them was already looking at himself as half of a couple. Steve didn’t know what to say. In the end, he made no verbal response, just drawing Jim into a consoling hug. At last, Jim reopened the conversation. “So, tell me something else. Can you explain why you’re so much more turned on by being the bottom?” “Who knows? Right back the very first time I was ever with a guy, he wanted to fuck me because he didn’t think he could take my dick. I went with it because it was my first time, and I wanted to experience it all, as much as I could. After he fucked me and came in me, he changed his mind and decided that he had to take my cock as well. He only got a bit of it into him, but that was enough – and I came inside him. The whole night was great, and I was incredibly happy to have experienced so much all in one go, but right then and there I knew that I wanted to get fucked again -- and get fucked often. Well, it hasn’t worked out that way for me. Not so far.” “Let’s see what we can do about that.” Without another word spoken, Steve got up and took Jim’s hand to lead him into the bedroom. They got undressed again, and climbed onto the bed together, lying down side by side and making out while their cocks stiffened between them. Thirty minutes later, a blissful Steve was lying on his face with his thighs apart and a thick white trail of creamy seed flowing gently down his taint from his happy hole, while Jim lay on his side next to him, draping his arm gently across Steve’s back. After enjoying a long shower together, they fell back into bed, facing each other, and fell sound asleep right in the middle of a prolonged good-night kiss. On Saturday, they drove up to Winter Park in the Rocky Mountains and went for a long hike together – and Jim fucked Steve and bred him twice after dinner. On Sunday morning, they planned out a date (in three weeks time) when Steve could come down to Los Angeles to see Jim there and to explore parts of that city which he had never seen. In the afternoon, they nosed around in some of the most interesting areas of Denver and had a deluxe dinner in a fine steakhouse restaurant – and Jim fucked and bred Steve after dinner. On Monday morning, they awoke early. Steve got there first, and kissed Jim gently awake. “You’re in a hurry this morning, Steve?” Steve chuckled. “At my age, I haven’t got a whole lot of time to waste.” “And how old are you?” “Thirty-eight.” “Ah-hah! A senior citizen!” “Smart ass! How old are you, Jim?” “Just turned thirty-six. And I agree with you. We haven’t got a lot of time to waste.” “I’m glad we’re on the same page about that.” With that, he turned to Jim’s cock and began sucking to wake it up too. “I want you to give me this one more time before you have to go.” “After everything I’ve already done to you this weekend…?” “I think I want it even more now than I did on Friday night.” Steve adjusted his position so that he was lying off to one side of Jim, and so Jim could reach for his ass and begin stroking and squeezing him, and then start slipping a finger in and out of his well-used hole. In a few minutes, Steve came up off Jim’s now-erect cock and said, “I’m ready now. Ready for you to breed me again.” Steve rolled onto his back, and Jim moved smoothly on top of him as Steve was applying lube to his hole. He spread some on Jim’s cock too, and then lay back and lifted his legs up and back, allowing Jim to enter him. Jim slid his rigid tool into Steve, sliding smoothly and easily all the way until his hips rested on Steve’s buttocks. He twisted a bit, stirring his cock around inside Steve’s ass until he heard a loud moan which told him he had found the target again. With that, he lay down right on top of Steve, and they began kissing each other as Jim moved slowly in and out, showing a little consideration for Steve’s battered ass which would no doubt be feeling the pain of heavy use for the next couple of days. Steve didn’t care. He wanted it, needed it, welcomed the presence of Jim’s hard manmeat inside his colon. He continued practising the underused skill of stroking Jim with his active ass muscles, and Jim sighed appreciatively at the sensations. Now they were kissing each other with real passion as Jim worked his way in and out of Steve’s body, involving lips and tongue as equal partners with hands and cock and ass. Neither of them had any time to think about what was happening. The rational track in Steve’s mind which had always analysed every minute of his performance while it was happening had been silenced at last, for he no longer needed it. Jim’s hips were moving up and down faster and faster now. He could have pulled free and managed it more easily by raising himself up at arms’ length, but that would have meant breaking the connection between their mouths, and this he did not want to do. But then his mouth clamped down hard on Steve’s, and Steve, sensing the big moment, wrapped his arms around Jim, pulling him closer and more tightly against himself as Jim exploded yet again, saturating his colon with another huge burst of sperm. Steve then seized his own cock and with a dozen rapid jerks blew out another load into the small space between their bodies. They continued kissing without a letup as the energy of the wild morning fuck slowly dissipated around them. But then something else happened. Jim felt wetness against his cheek and broke the kiss to look at the tears flowing out of Steve’s eyes. At once, he was all concern. “Steve! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Steve shook his head, smiling through his tears. “I’m fine, Jim. I’m more than fine. For the first time in almost twenty years, I’m happy. Truly happy.” He reached for Jim to kiss him again. “Because of you.” “I’m happy too. Happy to be with you. Steve, I love you.” “I love you, Jim.” “You don’t think it’s too soon for us to say that?” “Not a chance. Like I said before, we haven’t got a whole lot of time to waste.”

So I headed out yesterday in the bright sunshine and of course heat. The OUI/drugs charge that I was still working on getting out of puts me on foot power but there is a hot cruising spot in the park and a video store within walking distance. I was feeling extra slutty so on went my harness and assless brief. I headed to the park and into the woods to my favorite spot. I like to strip down. There is a nice log setup down a short path where I can bend over. I got in position. Guys can see me from the main path. Although it was a sunny Sunday afternoon the place was virtually deserted. It was too hot but not for this naked cum dump. Only two other guys. Both walked by a few times. Sometimes ass up, head down is too much for many cruisers. No takers. After about 45 mint of an empty hole it was time to move on. I headed to the video store less than a mile down the road. Paid my $20 all day admission to the booths in back. It took a few minutes but I made eye contact with an Asian guy. I walked up to him and grabbed his cock. Straight to a booth we went. I stripped down. He pulled up his shirt and I pulled down his shorts revealing a nice small dick. I got my mouth around it and felt the sensation I love so much. A man’s growing cock in my mouth. Then the moans of pleasure. I sensed he needed nipple play as well. I pinched them and his cock got bigger. A nice 5in of a very pretty cock. He was completely smooth except a small bush and he was a small guy. About the size of a youngster. I let my [banned word] fantasies take over. i continued to please him and his hand started down my back to what I love. Reaching around to finger my pig hole. I stood up and bent over and he quickly pushed in. He pounded away hitting right on my prostate. Unfortunately we were interrupted by a guy telling us my phone had slid into the next booth. Since I had a phone stolen a couple months back during an outside fuck session I quickly picked it up. i grabbed my new boy and held him in my arms, feeling his silky smooth skin, sucking and biting his nipples while he jerked off. My fantasies were going wild. He told me he was coming. I missed a spurt that went on my leg and took the rest down my throat. I wiped the cum off my legs and did not waste a drop. He bent down to me, gave me a passionate kiss, pulled up his pants, I grabbed him for one more kiss and off he went. I sat naked in the open booth regaining my equilibrium. Few more minutes cruising around and I walked by a guy, door open , no pants jerking off in a booth with a gh. I love an audience. We made eye contact, in I went right down in my knees. Another pretty cock that grew to probably 6 1/2. Fits right back in my throat for lengthy sucking. We poppered up and I worked my oral magic. I got him close a few times, hearing the moans his cock getting rock hard and the tightening balls but the poppers kept the cum in. We were hitting them hard. We each had our own bottle. After 25-30 mins of sucking we needed a break. I got dressed and sat in the hallway catching my breath. By this time I was disappointed that I didn’t have any loads in my pig hole. The cum dump I am craves cum in my hole. I had been there a few hours and it was time to head home with a last stop back at my favorite spot in the woods. I got there and took my cum dump position. It was busier but guys didn’t seem interested. 5-7 walked by. I was ready to give up when a guy walked by. Stopped, looked, walked away, came back walked in and played with my ass. I know usually that they then smack it hard and walk away. I was disappointed but he hesitated and walked back. I should say I always stay head down so I only see their legs. He took the position that lets me know I will love what’s coming, both feet firmly planted behind me. I heard the zipper and felt his cock semi hard on my hole. He was good. He knew how to get hard by pushing his cock around and in and out my hole. He hardened up as he pushed deeper and deeper. It was heaven and the best was pure skin on skin with only his precum as lube. He knew how to use my hole. Deep thrusts, pounding, swirling his cock around he worked it well and he could hold off cumming. He must have used my hole for at least 30 minutes. Finally! As I tightened my hole, he pounded harder and started to moan. I didn’t want it to end but I needed to feel his load explode in me. I had been waiting all day. And that he did. A nice big hot load that I felt deep. He took a breath, turned around and walked away, pulling up his pants as he walked away. I sat for a few minutes, I wanted more but no more cruisers came by. I got dressed and treated myself to an Uber home.

Sorry if this is a bit long but fuck me it was hot ...think I watched a twink lad get a poz load without knowing Chatting to a lad yesterday on fab and neither of us accommodate ...he was good looking ginger 20-year-old. He was getting very spicy on the chat suggested we meet up if he was free and he was all like… I don’t know might do sometime… I wasn’t holding out much hope and I was well horny so I said … no worries mate, but I’m gonna be down your way at the park near where you live … be there about nine in car park if you fancy joining me ..if you can’t get no worries I’ll see what I can find no pressure. Getting there for about 5 to 9 and I can see from the car park that he’s waiting for me really looked like his picture athletic slim ginger Tracky bottoms T-shirt ...nice… go to say hi he’s a bit nervous but I asked if we are alright to play?… like he’s like fuck yeah…. So wondered round the back of the park where the big bushes are ...move in for a snog tastes amazing… With both have our hands in each other’s joggers, both hard as fuck… He gets on his knees and sucking my cock biting my foreskin… really loving it ….get my hand down the back of his joggers and get my fingers round his shave hole spitting on my hand going back trying again finally getting a finger in him he’s still noshing my cock… fuck me mate… he says… get him bent over joggers around his ankles lying my cock up pressing it against his hole lubing it up with my pre-cum and spit ...my head pops into his little hole… tight… slowly push my cock balls deep into the lad…more spit start to speed up...my balls slapping starting to fuck him deep…by this at this time a couple of older blokes have noticed the noise and come to have a look… both of them wanking… one bearded skinny bloke a good size cock the other bear type wanking in his jeans… I take my cock out to show them I’m fucking this lad bareback Skinny Dad steps up strokes my wet cock and fingers the lad for a bit before offering his cock to the lados mouth who practically swallows the damn thing ….bear dad Steps up as I start fucking the lads hole again, fingering my cock as it slides in and out of the lads wet hole… he leans in and sticks his tongue down my throat … hand on my arse fingers looking for my hole.. which I have lubed up prior to coming out…. He got his middle finger in me prodding and nearly making me come in the lad… he whispers in my ear you want fucking too? … yeah I say…. with the lad still bent over, I pull out he stands up snogging skinny Dad.. then turns around and offers him his arse… skinny Dad slides about 7 inch's of cock into the lad who’s gasping and now holding onto one of the trees… looks so fucking hot…. skinny Dad rolls his T-shirt up as he starts to deep fuck Lado Who really getting into it…. meanwhile bear Dad bends me over and guides a good thick cock into my hole tells me how good I feel and slowly picks up the pace…from this position I can get my tongue down Lados throat again both of us moaning in each other’s mouth… I look over at skinny Dad and see he’s pulling on a tit ring and has a discrete biohazard tat round his nip… I move in and take the tit and ring in my mouth … then snog skinny Dad for a bit till he breaks contact and whispering asks if we are both on prep… I say I am don’t know about him…. Fuck! skinny Dad says And unloads in the lads arse fucking him hard as he does so…. Bear Dad has me round the throat, bent me down even further and is proper slamming me now grunts and unloads in me… i reach between my legs so I can grab his balls and the base of his cock to feel his load throbbing into me….he pulls out and said fucking lovely arse mate …skinny dad had slid out of lado and was getting his shit together...he snogged the lad hand down his joggers again probably fingering his cummy hole …down here much? he asked …I said id defo be back …you on Grindr or something...we swapped names and they left …lado was still wanking …did you not cum yet? I asked …yeah mate once while you fucked me and again when he did…I hadn’t cum yet…can I fuck you some more …he grinned and we snogged some more …up against the tree I found his cummy hole and slid my wet cock in him …fuck it was wet and slick and didn’t take long before I gave him another good load ...pulling out a load of cum followed my cock...snogged the lad some more and we chatted a bit swapped numbers ...didnt mention skinny dads tat ….and fucked off 🙂

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

Sorry for the long wait guys I get busy with other things and forget to continue some stories but here you go Chapter 4 One by one each man at the party walked up to me at either hold and shoved their cocks in them. My ass was stretched even more as was my throat with the wide variety of cocks of all sizes and shapes. I made eye contact with the camera that was closest to me to show that I was expecting everything I was being offered and to make sure I helped put on a good show for anyone who would be viewing this in the future. After about a dozen cocks gifting my body with their loads my legs started to shake and they saw I was getting sore in that position. One of my new bosses called for a pause and un cuffed me from the fuck bench and carried me like i weighd nothing to a sitting room close by to have a quick break. He offered me a glass of water and asked me how I was with all of this. I told him I was enjoying every moment of what was happening and that if this is how my welcome party is going to be that I couldn't wait to see what all the other parties are going to be going forward. This brought a smile to his face and gave me another glass of water and asked if I was ready to get back to my party. I smiled at him and said I was more than ready. He picked me up again and fireman carried me back into the room announcing that I was ready for more cocks while he dug three of his fingers into my hole bringing in another round of applause from the guests. He removed his fingers and licked off all the cum on them and then carried me to a sling they rolled into the center where the fuck bench was previously. I was laid into it and once I was secured again the fucking of my ass was once again in full swing. (no pun intended) After what felt like two dozen more cocks filling me to the brim with their cum there was yet another pause from the fucking. My new boss asked the group if anyone had to take a piss and almost half of the party raised their hands. So then lets give Chad here another break from getting fucked and start the next part of his job as a urnial. Cheers broke out all around and there were a few guys who wheeled in a stand with a trough at the top with a set of stairs leading to the top of it. from the trough there were two hoses hanging down from it and a set of straps on both hoses as well. I laid in the sling not knowing what to expect and when I was told that each of the hoses was going to be inserted into my ass and throat while the party pissed down the trough feeding my ass and throat with their piss made me as hard as I could possibly be at this point. I smiled and shouted bring on the piss and was pleased with the applause I was given upon hearing that. My bosses walked up to me and each of them grabbed the two hoses and inserted them as far as they could go in each of my holes and I felt no discomfort in my throat or ass feeling them go down. Once each hose was secured by the straps my bosses each started to ascend the stairs to the top where the trough was. When they were all there they each started to piss at once into the trough. It didn't take long for me to feel the warmth of their piss entering both my ass and throat at the same time and I could feel all their piss heating up my well fucked innards and I couldn't help but moan during the whole time. I felt so full but craving more piss and was happy to see them quickly replaced with the next round of pissers. I laid there for about half and hour taking everyones piss and I felt bloated and I needed to piss myself and since I was still secured to the sling and the pissing trough I just started to piss all over myself. This brought out more cheers and there were quite a few guys pushing their way to lay under the sling with their mouths open to collect my piss as it dripped down. Once I was done pissing It seemed like everyone else was done as well so the tubes were removed and I was uncuffed again from the sling. I didn't know what was next but when a metal bassin was rolled over I figured that I was about to expel the piss from my ass. I was picked up again and was put on a chair that was over the basin and one sexy looking twink was placed inside the basin. I was told to bear down and shower this twink with all the piss I had stored in me and when I did it all started to rush out of me covering every inch of the twink in the basin. The twink kept his mouth open the entire time wanting to get as much of the piss as he could in his mouth and it was hot to see. When I couldn't feel any more piss in me the twink climbed out and walked over to me and started to make out with me by thrusting his piss covered tongue into my mouth. I moaned and I could feel someone's fingers probing my ass and I turned to see my one boss who had Aids with all five fingers in my ass. Alright guys this is going to be Chad's last load of the night and then we are going to wrap up the party with his final ination into our brotherhood after our boy here loads him up with his Aids load. With that I felt his fingers l;eave my ass only to be replaced with his glorious aids cock. He slammed it in with one shot knowing how loose I was after all the fucking I had and the stretching from the tube and it didn't hurt one bit. The twink never stopped making out with me as he pumped his cock in and out slamming in harder and harder making me moan in his mouth. With a final slam and a roar unlike anything I heard anyone make before I could feel every hot jet of aids cum be flooded into my ravaged hole seeking for its forever home in my body. Once his shuddering was done and he made sure all the cum in his balls was planted into my hole a round of applause could be heard from every part of the room as he pulled out and inserted a rather large butt plug to make sure all his cum stayed in me. One of my bosses picked me up and carried me to the pedestal they brought back in and announced that the new house boy now needed his official mark since we all knew he would convert soon. Alright Chad now it is time for you to choose your first mark of being in our family. It could be a tattoo of your choosing or it could be a brand either way it is your choice which you want as your first and where you want it to be. I didn't even give it a second thought that I wanted to have a brand in the small of my back where a tramp stamp would be. Everyone roard with approval at this choice and I was beaming with excitement and shaking with excitement too when I saw the guys bring in the branding iron. Alright boys you all heard him let's get our newest member marked properly so he can be proud of joining our family truly. A table was brought in and I was carried to it and laid face down to it. It was both scary and exciting. I was shaking the whole time I was being strapped down to the table so I wouldn't move and ruin the brand. I was offered a bit to bite because there would be alot of pain and I didn't want to shatter my teeth so I accepted it. A screen was put in front of my face and I could watch as they branded me forever and I was happy to see it happen. Once the branding machine was plugged in I could see it was white hot and part of me wanted to opt out and choose something else but the other part of me was begging it to happen all the while I could feel my cock harden to its fullness and I felt the precum run out of it like a river flowing down. Alright boys, let's give Chad a countdown starting from 10. Everyone started counting down and after they all said one I watched as the branding machine was pushed to the small of my back and It was the most painful experience I have ever been a part of. I screamed into the bit and I felt my cock piss all over myself as I smelled the burning flesh from my back. A moment later I passed out from the pain. I was woken up with some smelling salts and I looked up, still strapped down onto the table, at all the men around me with smiles on their faces congratulating me on my triumph. I also saw there was another basin put under me and I was about to ask why and I was told that each member was going to piss on my brand to help ease the pain. One by one each of my new brothers showered my back with piss and it felt so calming where my new brand was I sighed in relief. Once finished I thanked each of them for everything they did tonight and I hoped I would make them all proud. I was unstrapped from the table and I was picked up gently and was being carried upstairs to my new room by my boss and when I got there he gently set me down on the bed on my stomach to avoid the brand. Chad you did an amazing job tonight and we all couldn't be happier that you answered our ad to be our poz house boy thank you. I looked up at him and saw my other three bosses standing there, each of them walking up to me and kissing me goodnight as I soundly fell asleep.

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

Drew ran a website promoting Christian values. Amongst those sections most perused was on the issue of homosexuality. There was one contributer in particular, called Bruce, who frequently attacked the traditional line and admitted to being a practising and prolific gay man. Over the time he'd been contributing to the forum, Drew felt he was slowly wearing Bruce down. Bruce was online again and was more forthright than normal with comments like “how do you know unless you've tried it” and so on. But Drew wasn't able to stay long chatting to him as he had to go out to get some tickets for the Edinburgh Festival “Oh, that's a shame”, said Bruce, “so you're an Edinburgh resident like me?” and Bruce slyly thought of a devilish plan to trap Drew. “I live in the city maybe you could come over to discuss matters further in person?” Drew naively agreed to his proposition and then headed out to get his tickets. Drew arrived at Bruce's studio flat at the appointed time to discuss matters with him for the next hour. Bruce was partially erect in anticipation of what he had planned to do to dupe Drew into full blown intercourse with him. It didn't show, however, he didn't want to put Drew off before his plan was fully implemented. Bruce welcomed him in to his den. After some pleasantries, Drew and Bruce began debating over some coffee. Again, Bruce maintained you can't criticise unless you've tried it. Drew countered with examples of acts that shouldn't be done come what may. So the debating continued with Drew's coffee getting cold. Drew pointed out the dangers of promiscuous sex: “think of the diseases you can catch!” Bruce heartily agreed with that statement. Drew once again thought he was getting somewhere with him. He wondered if he could replace this half drunk cup of now cold coffee with a fresh one. Bruce offered to do a proper filter coffee for him. He was now ready to enact his plan. He percolated a full jug of coffee, far too much for the two of them. He depressed the plunger. Drew was surprised that Bruce didn't have one of the new coffee-makers. But Bruce replied how he loved plunging. When Drew was not looking Bruce unscrewed the top of the filter jug sufficiently that when it was poured it was bound to let all the contents spill out. He brought the coffee and milk jugs over and offered to pour some fresh coffee for Drew. Indeed as he did so, the top came off and plenty of coffee spilled over Drew's lap and top. Bruce apologised profusely and urgently suggested Drew took his clothes off so he could wash the coffee out on a quick wash before it stained and then he encouraged him to take a quick shower whilst they were being washed. Drew concurred and rushed into the shower, stripping off all his clothes, including his wet boxers and leaving them by the shower-room door. Drew discovered the lock wasn't working, to which Bruce apologised again that he hadn't got round to fixing it. Which wasn't true he had “fixed” it shortly before Drew's arrival. After grabbing Drew's clothes and flinging them in the washing machine, he stripped and put his own clothes in there too, He grabbed a fresh, clean towel and headed back into the shower-room. “I've brought you a fresh towel” he said and Drew thanked him. Drew was now standing in a small bathtub in the section designed for a power shower and was enjoying the invigorating spurt of the water on him, Bruce was enjoying the view of his firm buttocks and was thinking of giving him his own invigorating spurt. He stepped into the tub and gave Drew a stinging slap on his inviting cheeks. Drew said in horror “What are you doing, get out of here!” He feared to turn round which would expose himself further to Bruce's gaze. But that only gave Bruce the time to squirt cleaning lotion on his hands ready to insert a finger up Drew's bottom. “Get off! Stop that now! Get out!” Drew responded in a feeble and shocked manner to what Bruce was doing to him. Drew felt Bruce's oily fingers sliding between the cheeks of his arse into his virginal rectum. "Stop please," Drew gasped. "I'm not gay. I'm straight. Please stop doing this." His long thin fingers were probing Drew's bottom now with a purposeful urgency. He continued as Drew felt two, three, then four fingers plunging in and out of him. What happened next shocked Drew even more, he felt his cock begin to stiffen and rise. He tried to will it down. But the feeling of those fingers in his bottom and the idea of being played with like this was turning him on. Drew began breathing harder, his cock was now rock hard and pointing upwards. "Oh God!" Drew gasped. His untouched cock began spitting out long ropes of cum. He had never cum like this ever before in his life. His cock began twitching with the final spasms. He could feel Bruce as his fingers wiggled inside his prostate to coax the last drops of spunk from Drew's aching balls. “You've just cum, now it's my turn!” Bruce exclaimed as he squirted lotion on his thick shaft and forcefully entered Drew from behind.” Drew screamed in pain and horror. “Please stop! No, no, no” was his refrain as Bruce kept slamming his cock further and further inside him.” “I do love to plunge” Bruce commented as he further violated Drew's innards. “No, No, No” Drew was continuing to say with every plunge. But again, Drew found his attitude changing and after about a minute of this pounding, he found himself aroused by this deep fucking and he started to cry out “Yes, yes, yes!” As Drew started to enjoy this thrusting more and more, he confessed to Bruce “You are right I shouldn't have criticised until I'd tried it myself.” That was all the trigger Bruce needed to go for broke, fucking Drew raw harder and faster. As he pumped his toxic seed deep within Drew's insides, Bruce too confessed “Yes, and you were right about the diseases you can catch!”

A week ago I forced Drew’s cock into his steel cage and locked him up. I’ve denied him a hardon all week. I’ve teased him every day. I eat his ass and lick his balls. It turns me on so much seeing his cock straining against the steel cage. Today I’m training his hole. Early this morning I inserted my biggest buttplug up his hole. I’ve just taken it out and his hole is wide open. He’s douching right now and in an hour Hamish will be here and the 2 of us are gunna fuck Drew so hard. Hamish will go first and I’m gunna get in close cuz I wanna see Drew’s hole being penetrated, opened up and stretched out over Hamish’s monster cock. This is gunna be a real rough breeding so I’ve made sure Drew is horny as fuck and his asshole is pre-stretched and lubed ready for Hamish’s cock. I’m gunna eat Hamish’s hole while he fucks my boy. Once He’s loaded Drew I’m gunna go in, fuck him rough and mix my sperm with Hamish’s. Once Drew has been seeded by both of us I’ll release his cock and offer him my ass.

My Buddy Hamish has wanted my hole for ages. We play together but only as tops in 3 (or more) some. I have sucked his cock before but have only managed to get the first third in my mouth - it’s not the length but the girth. His cock is shaped like. Pyramid and gets wider with every inch - the base is thicker than a coke can - I guess about 5 inches. Anyway last night I let him take a shot on my hole. I was well lubed and I’d worn a butt plug all day. He put me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders. He moved forward and opened my legs wide. I felt his helmet press on my hole, he pushed and thrust his helmet through my ring. He pushed the first couple of inches into me. I’ve never felt so full and I thought my assshole was gunna rip open. He took his time and continued forcing his monster cock into me. I can’t say I was enjoying it - but he was. The look on his face told me he was enjoying my tight chute. It took about 20 minutes before he was finally balls deep in my hole. He stayed deep in me, telling me how he was gunna wreck my ass and shoot his load deep in me. He kissed me deep and forced his tongue in my mouth - I was so fukkin horny by now as I was getting used to his horse cock deep in me. He started to fuck me, slowly at first then he went faster and pulled his cock more before ramming it back in. He was grunting and I was moaning. He barked at me “what the fuck do you want” I moaned “Sir, I want you to pump your seed up the whole length of my chute” With that he gritted his teeth, grunted and I felt his hot sperm plastering the walls of my chute and filling my gut. He’s a heavy shooter - I know cuz I’ve sucked him off before and it was at least 4 mouthfuls. He pulled out and his load poured out my hole cuz he’d left me gaping wide open. I’d still wide as fuck today and my ass hurts! It’ll be a while before I give up my ass again to him but I definitely will. It was amazing to be fucked by a real bull. Sent from my iPad

My dealer! about 10 years ago I was driving to work early. Really early and just wanted to get my dick sucked off. I hooked up with a guy online. I just wanted to find an alley or parking lot or deserted Street to get sucked off. But I’ll be damned, every place we went was not good. We were driving around and he asked if he could pull out his dick and jerk off. Who was to decline? He pulled out the most magnificent dick I’ve ever seen in person in my life. Instead of an alley, I went to a local motel six and got a room until noon the following day. Called my office and said I wouldn’t been in. This man and I partied and fucked for the next 24 hours! I didn’t realise until the second day that he was a dealer. He and I still hook up two or three times a month, even after all these years. Best sex I’ve ever had.

underneath to mop the floor. I felt hands on my buttocks, feeling for my hole. A finger slid up me. I guessed it was lubed up with KY or maybe someone's spunk. I saw a fat, grinning face as I looked over my shoulder and as I stood up he pressed his body against my back, his skin slippery with sweat and his cock was big and stiff against my back. Someone took my hand and pulled me towards the bench in the back of the cellar. Another hand took the torch and switched it off, plunging us into darkness. There was a crowd around me now and a sharp tang of poppers which made my heart race. "Oh no," I thought. "Looks like they want their fun. " I found my self in the deepest, darkest part of the cellar. Bodies pressed in on me. A hand grabbed my chin and a mouth descended on mine. The tongue slid into my mouth and I felt other hands grabbing my cock. But it wasn't my cock they wanted. I was twisted round and forced down onto the bench. My arms were twsted behind my back and I felt boney fingers lifting my hips so my bottom was upraised. Like a fly in a web, the more I struggled the tighter I was held. Then I felt the first body behind me. His cock slid over my buttocks, down my crack and into my cunt with a slippery rush. He grunted and began to thrust in and out. I couldn't see anything. I was reduced to an open hole and the sensation of a heavy cock vigorously buggering me. I groaned with pleasure as he held my hands behind my back and leant into me. " C...c...Cumming!" He gasped hoarsely and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted into me. He slapped my backside and pulled out so brutally my hole gaped and a thick drool of cum slid over my balls. I sagged onto the bench, gasping for breath and another, heavier body got on top of me. I felt a flabby belly squashing onto my back as stubby fingers pulled my cheeks apart. His cock was big and fat as it worked it's way up me. When he was balls deep he grunted happily and began to slide slowly in and out....

It was fairly quiet, though Arthur emerged from the sauna as I was mopping the floor outside. "Where is everyone?" He asked. I told him about Martin and the gangbang in the basement. He licked his lips and his cock had risen beneath his scrawny belly, the purple head drooling precum from the puffy slit. " Wow!" He said. " I need a piece of that!" with a grin, he scuttled off downstairs with his cock in his hand. I finished my work and went back to the desk for some tea. I was just reading the paper when there were footsteps and voices on the basement stairs. Bill emerged with another man holding Martin between them. The lad was

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

Political disagreements on all kinds of subjects are inevitable, and perfectly acceptable when discussed in a civil manner. Murder of political opponents, or attempted murder (of anyone, for that matter), or beating or corporal attacks are never ever acceptable, save for defense of the nation during declared war against aggressor nations. While Mr. Trump is mistaken, benighted in many areas of discourse, he is deserving of the most foundational level of respect; that of being allowed to live his life. Each human being on the face of the earth deserves that most basic right to exist. It's hardly any secret to the readership of BZ that I heartily disagree with Mr. Trump on many issues, but that in no way excuses the outrage perpetrated last night against not only Mr. Trump, but against our Government, our electoral process, and the basic human decency with which we humans must treat each other. Everyone is guaranteed the right to voice their views, in either a genteel fashion or more bluntly. The shooter was, apparently, socially disturbed, which is no excuse whatsoever. It may be the reason behind the events of last night, but murder (or corporal violence) is absolutely not acceptable, no matter what the cause or issue. While I stand against virtually every aspect of Mr. Trump's platform/proposals, and I stand for his right to announce, argue-for them. Killing, or attempts to kill the messenger however, goes against every most basic human instinct, (let alone our tradition of allowing everyone their say), every sense of decency, and must never be tolerated, excused, or sloughed off. Whatever happens politically in November, this event will not help the discourse one way or the other. It's nothing less than tragic, and we must learn from it, and reconfirm our beliefs that this misguided attempt to silence a political figure is unsound. What counts is civil discourse on the issues of the day, and nothing less.

There have been 12 confirmed cases the Monkey Pox Virus within the last 48 hours in Melbourne. Can confirm Alma Park, Brimbank Park and Wet on Wellington are 3 locations of significant transmission. If you have not already had both vaccinations required for immunity from MPOX, you may want to consider this as an option to keep yourself and others in the community safe. There will be more information about where to get vaccinations within the next 48 hours as DDHS coordinate a response and action plan. This is currently privileged information and I believe media have not yet been advised while a response is being coordinated as well as to minimise panic in the community however am told media will be be briefed within the next 24 hours .

Note that the Mpox vaccine is not fully effective until two weeks after the second dose. I doubt you could schedule the second dose any sooner, but bear that in mind. It should provide at least SOME protection even if it's not fully "active".

For me it’s a control trip. When you’re sucking a cock you have the man at your mercy. Unless he’s a ruthless skull-fucker and I can still control when he loses his nut. Fuck yeah!

1 a.m. yesterday morning I had just been bred in a gay campground play area following the 'jock strap' dance. My traveling mate buddy had watched me get railed and encouraged my breeder. My breeder finished and left as a strapping big gorgeous Australian guy arrived. I'm talking "A game" young, good looking and muscled. I'd seen him on the dance floor .... I'd lusted for him .... but knew he was the type that wouldn't give a silver daddy with a slight daddy ponch a second look if he even noticed me at all. My French traveling companion and I had been stroking each other as we talked so we were hard, and we are both well endowed. The Ausie felt our cocks and looked happily surprised. My 8 inches was soon in his mouth and in his ass soon after that. He begged for my cum and was soon rewarded with my six day load. Huge orgasm that went on and on ... I was fully spent. My buddy moved in giving him another load before he went off with his young A type friend to get the load he thought he was coming to the play area for. After dinner last night my breeder from the early morning encounter arrived at our campsite to invite us to breed a birthday boy in the sling of the play area. The party consisted of the birthday boy, my breeder, my French buddy, an onlooker and me. I had not taken a pill and usually bottom so figured I would just be watching. First guy ate the birthday boys ass and was soon raw fucking him. The guy fucking knows me as a bottom that struggles at times to get hard. When he saw I was hard he touched my cock to be sure. He pulled out of the birthday boy and invited me to take his place. It felt great in there and I laid on quite a pounding before breeding the very slim and young looking 52 year old. As I was shooting multiple volleys we shared passionate kisses. My French fuck buddy loaded him next, followed by the first guy. By the time we were finishing up another guy arrived but he was sexed out from a busy day. For the second night in a row I slept without even waking for one pee. I'm thinking I need to top more often. Many bottoms have told me that when they see my hardon.

It depends on our definition of ‘nice’ which will vary according to who is asked. Political discourse has become polarised and more angry than I’ve ever remembered and I hope we can all row back from that. Nice (what ever it does mean) might not even be that hot for many - this is a LGBTQ site after all. Personally I have found the most aggression comes from ends of the political spectrum & where our community has suffered the most. That puts me in the middle but I would suggest the middle is where the most progress is achieved quietly and gradually. I would say that when we put political leaders in the balance we have to look at the whole picture both behaviour and policies. When we challenge the bad stuff we don’t have to play their game either. Our community has been good at being creative when fighting for our rights. Im sure I’ve not directly answered your question but a binary response may not be the most helpful one. If not actually nice let's all be respectful.

I'd very slightly amend that to say that "With no government we don't PEACEFULLY own anything." With no government, or an impotent one, might makes right, and the one with the most firepower controls things - kind of a hybrid between feudal manors and Mafia protection rackets.

I fully agree with you. What is bothering me the most this morning are the MAGA's claiming "the 1st shot has been fired," or "the storm is here." While I can't do anything about the fact that they feel that way, another subset of the MAGA is capitalizing on it to persuade others that for this reason, those that oppose his policy and behavior can no longer call him out on those policies and behaviors. It is being used as yet another opportunity to shut down debate, which will only further escalate the violence.

Rhetoric like this is irresponsible. We don't know who the shooter was, or what his motivations were. We can speculate but to do so publicly is, well, pretty damned disgusting.

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 3 when the applause died down everyone walked up to me and started to touch my body just like before. I loved all the attention they were giving to my nipples cock and ass they all made me feel so welcomed and so horny. My new boss stood up there next to me and gave me a grand introduction. Boys this is Chad and he has been accepted as our new house boy. This brought on another round of applause and cheering from everyone. So now we must christien him into his new role and new life the only way we know how to so i hope everyone has saved up their loads because everyone here needs to put a load in this boy before the end of the night to make sure his new status is brought on quickly. I want everyone to form a line one for poz and one with aids so we can make sure Chad knows how serious we are about making him a member of our life, As hosts and roommates we will have the first crack at his neg cherry. With that they rolled over a fuck bench to the pedistal and each man there was forming two lines as instructed behind the two signs on the floor i just now saw. One had poz and a biohazard sign on it and the other had aids and a skull and crossbones on it. They also put a few cameras on tripods around the fuck bench to get everything on film. My new boss carried me to the fuck bench and positioned me on it and handcuffed my wrists and ankels to the sides and everyone formed around me gropping eachother to keep eachother hard for what is to be a long night ahead. My new bosses were the closest near me since they were going to be the first to go at my ass and their death sticks were raging hard with their toxic precum dripping from their cocks. I licked my lips and was eager to start this night off right. My boss with the biggest cock was positioning himself to my ass and my boss with aids was starting to shove his aids cock in my mouth. Lucky for me I have no gag reflex so he was able to slide it all at once down my throat with no problem causing the group around me to burst into applause with my accomplishment while my other boss shoved his entire cock in one fell swoop causing me to moan in extreme pain and pleasure. I felt like my ass was split in two and was on fire. I bucked hard in pain and did all I could not to bite into the cock in my mouth. Thankfully someone shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and the pain quickly turned to pleasure and they then both pile drived into me causing me more and more pleasure. I could start to feel both of them start to swell more and more and then with one final slam they both unloaded their toxic cum into my holes causing me to moan loudly and shoot one of my last neg loads. They both pulled out of me and as i could feel the cum dripping from my hole someone played over the loudspeaker ROUND 2 and the party was in full swing.

Great start. Reminds me of my poz house boy. He was lazy but awesome cumdump..

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.

I have been posting accounts of my real life experiences in raw and party sex on a number of different sites... sites that seem to come and go, while this site carries on faithfully. So I finally said to myself, why don't you just post on your favorite site and call it done? So, I will do so. I grew up in New York from a 4th-Generation New York City family and it appears I was just born a kink pig. My first masturbation fantasies at age 10 were of playing sex games with four other of my male friends all at once. It helped having a six-years older brother who let me peruse his porn - at that time in the 70's even straight mags like "Penthouse", "Hustler" and "Oui" had naked men with the women in at least two spreads of every issue. Perfect for this budding homo... and my bro is kind of a straight version of me. Back when I was 16 and 17, he and his girlfriend would get me into Studio 54 with them, then they'd head to "Plato's Retreat" (a STRAIGHT sex bathhouse/club) while I hit the baths or a porn theater before we'd meet back up at a chosen time to go home. It was awesome being gay and a teenager in NYC in the late 70s and early 80s! A funny note, my bro is still in damn good shape at 54, and SO jealous that my partner of 22 years has no problem with me playing with other guys when he is busy or working (and vice versa), but my brother's wife would NEVER consider the same for him playing with some other women... pity... Anyway, for some reason, I've always been adventurous at and about sex and have tried just about everything I could in my 49 years so far, and am trying to get to the things I haven't done YET... I seem to have been blessed with the lucky combination of an almost eidetic memory (runs in the family, not anything I did...), a very active libido even now, and an exceptional writing teacher just around the time when she could interest me in the written word and show me I could actively enjoy writing all sorts of things... so its fun to combine them all and write out some of the wild times I've had over the years, allowing me to relive them, and hopefully having others enjoy them. If you've seen me post them elsewhere, please forgive! I'll start posting each experience in individual posts, starting this evening with a few.

I went to some city spot cruise in a local park where I work. I met a guy there through grindr. We walked around the park and talk. Until he found a spot, he kissed me out of nowhere. He unbuckle my pant and lift them to the ground. He grabbed and squeeze my ass while he kissed me. He made me sucked him. The. Unexpectedly another guy showed up being curious of us. He wanted to join in. I felt his big cock sliding in my ass. He fucked me while the other guy was kissing me. I felt him cum inside. The other guy took turn to fuck me. The other guy left. I had another guy showed up watching us. As he cum inside. The new guy took turn and fucked me too. I exchanged numbers with both. Called it a day. What a night from being bored at work and being rewarded! 😋

Yes, that can happen, but generally a close-up "sniff-test"* will make the obvious clear. It's something I always do first, just in case. I will mention though, that it's rather seldom that I have to "pass" for that reason. *I mean, if there's any question, a finger inserted, moved around a bit, withdrawn and sniffed, will definitely tell the tale. (apologies if that sounded as coarse as I didn't mean to be .....)

My Slave, that would be a pleasure to rim your wet sloppy fuckhole for ages.

I always get fucked raw, bareback. Unless the other guy insists on using a condom. I like it when the condom breaks and your top man admits that he has already cum in you 2 times...He rips off the ripped condom and starts fucking you more. I love it when guys blow a big load of hot sperm up my hungry hole. I get fucked bareback all the time and fantasize when my man is fucking me that he admits verbally to being poz and he has a high viral load when he is getting close to blowing his hot load up my hole...

Twice met daddies in their mid fifties with good look and master in bed. With personality and wonderful lover, was hard to resist I agreed to met them outside. The first guy was very difficult as he met all what I needed at that time; the looks, personality, educated, macho, manly looking, caring and no hint of gayness. The sex was intense, aggressive and yet I felt love. Sadly, he was married and wasn’t easy to arrange our schedule. The second one was a bit younger. Taking a shower at the sauna a bit too long or perhaps displaying myself. Once finished, turned around to get my towel, the guy was right in front of me, big smile, naked “you like” he asked. the connection was oozing with desire, I smiled back at him. The guy grabbed my hand and led me to his private cabin. He devoured me from head to toes. Great sex, great connection, lot of fun, fulfillments, and he fucked with passion. All my holes were well used and fed. We probably spent 3 hours together and after deposited two healthy loads, he asked me out for something to eat. It lasted 4 months, he moved. It was a good memory. In the sauna, after a great sex, any things can happen easily.

I think many bottoms would find your idea of their inner sanctum familiar and resonant, regardless of their belief or non-belief. Your decision not to knowingly breed atheists or agnostics intrigues me. There's a missionary imperative in most religious traditions, a drive to bring ecstatic awareness of the divine and ultimately convert people with the power and presence of your own belief and faith. It's striking that, given the missionary tradition, the powerful anointing of breeding someone so deeply is something you avoid.

Surprise! You get another one right away! 😘 ------------------------------------------ We regained our balance, and I hugged Eddie hard from behind, my cock still lodged inside him. We all looked at each other, smiled and started laughing from the intensity of it all, and the somewhat absurd situation we were in. - “Wow, this is one hell of a clinic!”, Vince said, smiling from ear to ear. - “It sure is baby. I got the same very warm welcome earlier today.” - “That explains the wet stains I saw in your underwear earlier…”, he said and winked at me. - “Yeah, they gave me a few loads. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold them in all day.” - “Don’t forget the load you swallowed at your subway station.”, Anthony said and smiled as he pulled his cock out of Vince while milking out the last drops of cum. - “The what now?”, Vince said looking surprised. - “I’ll tell you later…”, I said, pulled out of Eddie and sat down in a chair catching my breath. - “Uhm, I haven’t cum yet!”, Matt said and flipped Vince over on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed and adjusted the height so that he could fuck him in the perfect angle. - “Also… I have a really dirty, nasty, kinky, surprise for you if you want it, Vince.”, he continued and walked over to a cupboard. He opened it and took out a vial of blood. - “This is some really potent poz blood that a colleague of mine took from one of his clients earlier today. I want to fuck it into your ass. Deep into your ass. Do you want it?”. Anthony looked at the vial with hunger in his eyes while giving it a little shake, jerking his huge cock with his other hand. Vince looked at me, looking a bit scared but also excited, as if to get my approval. I quietly nodded to him and licked my lips. My cock was getting hard again, and I was again feeling a bit jealous, wanting Matt to fuck that poz blood into me as well. Vince turned to Matt again: - “Yes. Do it. Fuck me with that poz blood! Fuck it in me deep! Split me open with that huge cock and rub my insides with that poz blood, massaging it into me, making it enter my bloodstream and be a part of me forever!” Vince seemed manic. His eyes wide open and his gaze intense. I had never seen him like this before and it was a bit scary. He was usually very quiet and timid, but the lust had made him change into a predator, hungry for cock, hungry for poz loads, hungry for the virus. Matt lifted Vinces’ ass up as high as possible, pulled the cork out of the vial with his teeth and inserted the open end in Vinces’ ass. The red liquid flowed into him and soon the vial was empty, save for some residue on the inside of the glass. He pulled it out and Vince clenched his ass as hard as he could to make sure nothing leaked out as he was lowered back onto the table. Matt threw the empty vial on the bed and positioned his huge cock at Vinces’ opening, ready to enter. I picked up the vial and poured one last drop of blood onto my finger, then promptly stuck that finger inside me to at least get a small sample of what my husband was getting. Before returning the vial to the table next to the bed, I looked a bit closer at the label. It had a biohazard symbol, the letters HIV+, and a name. It said “Anthony”. Shocked, I looked at Anthony and said: - “Did you know?”, then I handed the vial over to Anthony who looked at the label. - “No! What the fuck! I was wondering why they took so much blood from me! Do you do this to all your patients?” - “Just the cute ones.”, Matt said, smiled and rubbed his pre-cum over Vinces’ hole. - “I guess you’re Anthony then?”, Eddie said and stuck his hand out to greet him. - “I am. Nice to meet you. We didn’t really have time to get introduced as I was in a hurry to unload…”, Anthony said with a laugh. Anthony, Eddie and I sat down on the chairs, jerking our cocks to enjoy the show. Matt asked Vince if he was ready, and as Vince nodded, he started to push himself into my husbands’ blood and cum filled hole. Vinces’ eyes rolled back into his head with pain, as Matts’ beer can thick cock started to rip into him. Matt didn’t stop. He wanted to tear up Vinces’ insides so that the blood and the poz loads would be able to enter him without any resistance. Vince, however stoic, was showing signs of intense pain, and tears were starting to roll from his eyes. I pulled my chair up closer, took his hand, kissed his tears away and said: - “You can do it baby! It’ll soon be over! I love you so much!” - “I can’t! The pain is just too much!”, he cried. “But I want it so fucking bad. I need it! You must finish inside me, but the pain! You’re a doctor, can’t you just sedate me or something?”, he continued. - “Eddie? What to you think?”, Matt said, looking at the doctor, still fucking Vince without missing a beat, not giving a fuck about the pain he was inflicting. Eddie got up from the chair, still naked and with his hard cock dripping pre-cum. He walked over to a cabinet and took out a gas mask attached to a tube, then connected the tube to a thing in the wall and turned a knob. Gas started hissing out. He put the mask to his own face first, took a deep breath and wheezed “Fuck, I love this…”, then put his cock in the mask to smear his pre-cum on the inside before putting it over Vinces’ mouth and nose. - “This will make the pain go away and will make you want even more than you’re already getting. Take deep breaths!” Vince took deep breaths and soon he was starting to relax and really enjoying the ride, moaning and begging for more. Doctor Eddie, riding on his nitrous high, opened a bag he had under his desk and pulled out a big butt plug that he placed on the chair and then sat down on with a moan. He watched Matt fucking Vince while jerking off. Vince reached up to Matts’ nipples and started pinching them and told Matt to squeeze his balls. Matt was taking his time, and Vince was getting impatient. His begging turned to shouting demands at Matt; “HARDER! DEEPER! FASTER! SQUEEZE MY BALLS HARDER! BREED ME! POZ ME!”. The nipple pinching turned to violent squeezing and twisting, and Matt was squeezing Vinces’ balls hard, trying to return the pain that he was getting. We onlookers could tell that Matt was hurting quite a bit. Matt put himself into an even higher gear and pounded away with all he had until he exploded inside Vince with a roar that could surely be heard through the entire building. He was shaking, as load after load was pumping out him and into Vince. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out as he looked pale and almost blue in the face, but after a few deep breaths he returned to pink and steadied himself. Vince pulled the gas mask off and let it fall to the floor, then took some deep breaths of fresh air to return to normal. - “That was fucking incredible. But don’t pull out yet, I don’t think I can close myself up just yet! I don’t have control over my hole.”, he said. - “If I could I’d stay in you forever. Your ass is incredible!”, Matt said lovingly.

I know it’s the truth. Lately you go to the ESC and every guy with his room door open is on his phone cruising apps. Are you kidding me? I am here, in a towel and you won’t look up from your phone. I did get very lucky last week before pride week. It was 8 o’clock Sunday and as I returned to my room two other men, a couple, were returning to their room which was next to mine. They had walked around together for four hours and had no luck at all. I said I understood because my experience had been slim too. I said I was there for sex and the exchange of bodily fluids, they nodded in agreement and came into my room. One guys cock went in my mouth while the younger of the two noticed that my hole was leaking from the one lucky contact I had. He told his husband to feel how wet I was. The man with his cock in my mouth agreed I had been used so his partner slid his cock into me. After they both gave me a load I asked for their phone number in upstate NY. Hope the next time they visit the city we get together again

Mmm, deep💋

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

getting my cunt eaten out is super hot. One guy recently ate me so good he does not need lube to go balls deep.

To keep it out of backroom territory, my nastiest fantasy is to be kidnapped and confined by a group of masters who want to turn me into the ultimate muscle bottom pig. Trapped in a basement, chained at all times, these men will pump me full of drugs and steroids, force me to workout, and rape me as they please. The end goal is for me to become a well muscled pig, body fully tatted including my permanently locked cocked and hole, nipples pumped to monster size, overdeveloped and oversensitive prostate that will triggers my entire body into a convulsive orgasm any time a cock or fist enter my cunt, brainless and only have mind for bodybuilding and sex.

A couple random thoughts .... Yes, the word "homosexual" is a bit outdated. Victorian Era terminology tends to be a bit ... stuffy... at best. I hate acronyms. I always have to look them up and often confuse them with something else that uses the same acronym. GLAAD? Yeah -- had to look that up. It's a media organization that advocates for better ways to portray gays, et al. in the media. I can understand why they'd suggest moving away from use of the term "homosexual", but I can't say I like their alternative. "Same Gender Loving" sounds so ... 1960's. Images of monochrome daisies and the song "Happy Together" danced through my head when I read that term. I guess 1960 is better than 1860, but it still seems more than half a century out of date. And back to the acronym. SGL is an abbreviation for "single". I can understand the desire to update terms, but don't do it in way that can cause confusion in other ways. What or who are "Reddit /askgaybro and by YTube pundits like Brad Polumbo."? We never had those in the 1960's.

RAW

Part of me finds it fucking hot. Part of me is worried that it'll kill my sex drive. Maybe the various testosterone and other drugs I'd be on would help? If I did get it done, I think I'd want large, silicone filled balls implanted to make my package look bigger in jockstraps and powerlifting singlets. Especially during competitions. But secretly be completely impotent and useless. I do love the idea of being a roided up muscle freak with big, swinging bull "balls" that are the envy of the locker room. Be careful what you wish for, boys! If I found someone knowledgeable and willing to do it, and help me get the medication and steroids needed after, I'd definitely consider it. Might never go through with it, but the idea has been in my spank bank for years now.

Hey have you tried injecting your balls with ever clear grain alcohol it works i did it

After Mike hung up the phone. He sat there bewildered for a few minutes. Did that just really happen? He never thought he would even hear from anyone and now he had spilled his sex life to a Dr’s assistant. (Was he even a real Dr?). His phone rang and scared him out of his thoughts. Looking at his phone he saw it was his oldest daughter. He spent the next hour talking with her and catching up. After hanging up he realized it was pretty late so he went to bed and dreamed about Dr’s offices and injections. The next morning he woke up early. He liked to start his weekends early and being Saturday he went for a morning ride on his bike. A quick ten miles on the trails, when he got back home, he jumped in the shower. He heard his phone ringing as he turned off the water. Jumping out quick he ran out to the bedroom naked and dripping, grabbing his phone he saw that it was the number that Jason had called from. Picking up, he said “Hello” “Hi, is this Mike?” ”Yes it is” ”Hey Mike, it’s Jason from Dr. X’s office. How’s your morning going?” ”I’m good thanks, how about you?” ”I’m great thanks! I just wanted to call and let you know that Dr. X has looked over your questionnaire and he really liked what he read. He would like to book an appointment for you if you are still wanting the insemination procedure?” ”Um yeah, I definitely would like that” ”Great! So we have an opening next Saturday at 8:00 AM if that will work for you.” ”Yes next Saturday works for me.” ”Perfect. Will you be available this afternoon around 1:00 PM? I would like to stop by and do a blood draw and swab if you have about 30 minutes?” ”Yes, I’m free this afternoon” ”Okay great! I will come by and we can do the blood draw and I will go over the process with you. I’ll just need your address” Mike gave Jason his address and they both said their good byes. Hanging up Mike checked his phone, it was a little after 11, he had some time to kill so he decided to go for a walk. During his walk, Mikes mind raced with the Turn of events over the last 24 hours. He’d gone from wondering if he would ever be seroconverted, how it would happen, when it would happen, and with who? Now he had answered an ad on BZ thinking he would never hear anything and within 7 days he would potentially be receiving a viral load that could (or will according to the Dr) convert him. Mike knew deep down that he was ready. This truly was the next step for his journey. Being able to control his destiny was always his dream. Looking at his watch he saw that it was after 12:00. He turned around and walked back the way he had come. Anxious now to meet with Jason and find out more about the procedure and how it happens. Mike returned home and jumped back in the shower after sweating on his walk. After finishing up and dressing he heard his phone ding at him with a text message. Checking it he saw it was from Jason’s number. “On my way, will be there in about ten minutes.” Mike replied back “Okay, see you in a bit.” The next ten minutes seemed to go by so slow. But finally Mike heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he found a good looking gentleman are 30 years old. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, about the same height and weight as his 6 ft 185 pound frame. ”Hi are you Mike?” He asked “Yes I am” he replied.