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LA-TEX (PART 3) I was hypnotized looking at the TV above me as all these men were watching as I began to feel hands rubbing over my face, my ass, feeling different fingers probing my lubed up hole. The tight latex felt like a second skin, slippery inside. One of the first size lifted my gasmask and fed me more of the brown bottle when I felt the pressure of a cock slowly entering my ass. I’ve never been fucked in my life, but all this felt so good, a latex drone, lubed and compliant for any of these men to use. He held onto my hips as he slowly bottomed out in my ass, I could feel his pubes grinding on my ass. He pulled out a bit then slowly started to go faster and faster. I could hear each of the guys saying fuck yeah, look at that ass take his cock, breed him! I could feel two of the guys surrounding me jerking off, beating faster and faster. One of them unzipped the chest zipper on my suit, pulled it apart and then I felt their hot cum spraying on my chest. Once they unloaded, they zipped it up again and the guy in my ass dumped a huge load inside me. My god, it almost felt like I was pissing from my ass the amount of cum and lube that was coming out. One of the guys said get the bucket, we don’t want to waste any of that cum on the floor. I was still reeling from the poppers, the booty bumps and that feeling of being bred for the first time, when the next cock was rammed inside me, then the slow rhythm as he grabbed the sling chains and began rocking back and forth, gyrating and grinding his hips to dig deeper inside me. Then all of a sudden I could hear him groan as he dumped his load inside me. My head spinning, between my skin and the latex suit, a slick layer of cum and lube making me slide around in the catsuit, and an even bigger cock is ready to push inside me. I feel that burning sensation again as his booty bump coated fingers swirl inside me, getting it all in. He pulls the gasmask from my head, he looks at another of the guys “popper him up”, I want to look into his eyes while I breed him.

Chapter 9 i had waited a week, my mind stewing. Rather than go and see my family doc I made an appointment at the sexual health clinic. I was told to fill in the forms prior to going in. Under the risk category I ticked the box ‘men who have sex with men’ . Was I finally halfway to admitting what my true sexuality was? ‘hi I’m Archie’ the medic introduced himself. ‘So explain the issue Neil, I’m here to help not judge’ ‘I think I may have hiv’ I blurted. ‘I’ve started having sex with guys and I was Ill a week or so ago’ ’ok , so did you wear a condom or was the guy fucking you?’ Archie continued. ’er it was different guys and it was all bare, I kinda preferred that’ I responded feeling a bit more relaxed now it was out in the open. ‘ I know what you mean’ Archie continued’ im gay and I’m bareback only! Oh and I’m poz as well so don’t worry I know what you’re going through’ Archie took my blood for the tests and I sat outside waiting to be called back in. ‘we’ll Neil, I have the results. I won’t beat around the bush, yes you are hiv positive.’ The words hit me like a hammer. What would I tell Jess. I could hide it but my thoughts immediately went to cock. I couldn’t help it. Archie was continuing to tell me things but his voice was a blur. What could I do. I had a feeling my choices were being made for me. ‘So do you want meds immediately, or wait and come back in a couple of months when you have processed things?’ ‘Er wait’ I think I mumbled. ‘it’s a lot to process Neil, but one thing I can advise is to enjoy your new status. Don’t deny who you are, you love cock, and guys , just enjoy going bare now you know who you are’ Archie’s words washed over me. I did know who I was. I also knew deep down that I just wanted men now, I looked around me as I walked from the clinic. I was noticing the guys not the girls. My mind was set. I needed to tell Jess. I got home and the house was dark. I walked in and Jess was sitting alone with my iPad. She was upset. ‘When we’re you going to tell me? ‘ she said ‘tell you what?’ I stammered. ‘That you’re gay? I’ve looked at your history. It’s all guys, it’s all cock, lots of it. Not a girl to be seen. I thought the piercings were odd’ it was now or never’ sorry. Yes I’ve been fighting it for a while. Yes I am gay. Sorry’ I mumbled. ‘I’ll leave’ I turned and left. I rang my sister for somewhere to stay. She took me in. It also involved coming out to her too which she found amusing. ‘So my big bro likes cock then! We will have to compare notes. ‘ it broke the tension, but immediately I felt better. It was a weight off my mind. The following day my sister called Jess to go and collect my things. I wandered round town to kill time. Again I wandered into the gay village and past the tattoo parlour. I peered in . Lana was there again. I entered. I’ve come to finish that tattoo. ‘Ok come through’ she waved me through the back. ‘What are you having?’ ‘ I want that bio hazard finishing’ I said ‘you’re right I’m poz’ I continued’ and I’ve split with my girlfriend and come out, so you can now do that apple in pride colours’ ’im never wrong with things like that, I knew you were a cocksucker the moment I saw you.’ She added’ I think you should also have another piercing, leave it to me, trust me’ i left an hour later with my new tattoos and a PA. I was feeling a new person , the real me. I got back to my sisters and she had returned with my stuff. ‘ Jess was really unwell’ she said. ‘She thinks she’s picked up that bug you had the other week’ my cock became hard just thinking about it. That sex we had after I had seroconverting, I must have pozzed Jess. I couldn’t tell her, if she asked I would blame it on her holiday tattooist. But the thought that I had pozzed her made me horny. Time to go to the sauna again , I thought, and now breed some more neg guys! My new sleazy life was about to start!

Chests pressed together and his cock still in my hole, I moved my face to his and kissed him. We played in each others' mouths for a few minutes with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. "Thank you, Sir," I said, breaking my lips away from his. "I love that you've been trying to poz me this whole time, but I really feel like this is the one." "You're so welcome, boy. I've been loving every second trying to get you, too. Don't be disappointed if you're still neg in a couple months, though. It's not always straight forward, or as easy as the videos make it out," he told me. "I mean, blood coming out of your hole might mean that the virus can't get in those tears." He leaned in and kissed me again, his hand holding the back of my head. "But I'm gonna try my best tonight, this is gonna be our best opportunity so far, I think. I'm staying right in you, until I'm hard again," he continued. "Do you think your hole will be able to take a fist, or are you too sore all ripped up?" "No, Sir, you have to work it in. Make it take," I pleaded. Kissing me once more, he made out with me for a while. Eventually, I felt my gifter start moving his hips again and I moved my hands down to his ass cheeks, helping him thrust. He moaned into my mouth and I answered in kind. His dick was growing inside me, stretching me out again and I loved the sensation. This was a level of intimacy I hadn't expected when I'd sent that first message. I had thought I'd get a load or two and we'd never make contact again. Now I felt special. My hole was feeling tight now, so I knew he was fully erect inside me and he broke our kiss. "Squeeze my ass cheeks, boy, pull them apart, grip them tight. I can feel your load leaking out of me and it's so hot." Following his orders, I worked his ass cheeks while I moaned from his thrusting. "Oh fuck yes, boy," he groaned as he moved a hand back, brushing it past mine and swiping it up his ass crack. He brought it back up and stuck a finger in my mouth. My load, recently freed from his tight hole was now being worked across my tongue. I sucked on his finger like my life depended on it, moaning around it and holding eye contact. Pulling his finger out of my mouth, he put his hands on the bed and pushed up. Our chest hair, matted with dried blood, ripped apart like velcro. Both of us made a noise of pain, looking at each other with wide eyes and then we laughed. "I didn't expect that to happen," I said. "No, me neither. That hurt like a bitch. I'm never getting waxed, fuck that!" I laughed at him again. Neither of us had lost hairs, we had just plucked at them. It hadn't hurt too much, it was just unexpected and had shocked us both. From his new position, he was more forceful with his fucking. My moans reached a new pitch and my eyes rolled back as he started catching my prostate again. "I'm getting it again, aren't I boy? Your dick is leaking again," he told me. I felt his fingers working the head of my cock making me moan even more. He was making me feel so good. My hands found his arms and I went exploring, enjoying his muscular body. His fingers left my dick again, one of them sliding into my hole using my own precum as lube. "Oh fuck, Sir. You're making me so loose. You feel so good," I whined at him. "Yeah, boy. Gotta work my loads in, like you asked. Need to get you ready for my wrists, fist pig!" He was thrusting hard and fast again, breaking my moans up with each impact. "You fucking love it, boy. Enjoy my fat cock, bug slut. You're still bleeding a bit, boy. You're making my balls all red again." "Thank you, Sir," was all I could muster in that moment. "Thank you." I heard him chuckle and felt his finger leave my hole, for him to fuck me harder still. Moving my hands over him again, feeling his muscles work, I felt an orgasm build. I'd never felt this before, but he was truly pounding my g-spot. He was sweating again and as I moved my hands over to his pecs, I noticed the blood was no longer dry and I was smearing new patterns in it. "You're gonna make me cum, Sir," I panted. "I've never cum like this before." "Fuck yeah, boy. Keep doing what you're doing, we can cum together. Twist my nipples, bug chaser." I played with his nips, twisting like he said. I concentrated on the building pressure inside me, now unsure if I was going to cum or piss. I decided to trust my body and the man about to breed me again and let myself enjoy the moment. I got a face full of spit and he started calling me all sorts. I loved the names he called me, they weren't insults, more like exultations. Pig, chaser and other such things, whilst I begged for what he had. It took almost 10 minutes for him to work my load out from the inside. I was almost yelling as I blew on my own chest, incoherent noises and dripping sweat, I had finally cum hands free for the first time. I felt amazing. I looked up at the man above me, as wet as I was, still thrusting. He wasn't as forceful as a moment before, but he was still moving. "Did you cum, Sir?" I asked. "Yeah boy, I told you I was pozzing you again, but I think you were lost in your hole at the time," he grinned, looking proud of himself. "You've never cum like that?" "That was my first hands free, Sir," I said, still breathing heavily. "Fucking hot." He sounded smug. "I'll let your hole rest a bit before I wreck it."

Hooked up with a traveling top off sniffies. He’s a contractor for the electric utility and was staying at a hotel at edge of town. I finished up work, cleaned out good, pre-lubed my ass and headed over. He left door ajar, pushed it open and entered to find this sexy fit muscular dude with a hard cock in hand stroking as he watched me undress. I drop to my knees to start sucking him, we move to bed and get into 69. He’s rimming me good as I’m deep throating his cock. He made my pussy quiver with his facial hair rubbing against my ass. He had me get on my back and went between tongue fucking me and sucking my toes. That really turned me on and I begged him to breed me. He did just that. Spit on my ass and how cock and pushed in. My hole spasmed as it was being assaulted and penetrated. Finally it relaxed and he started gliding in and out and worked up a sizeable load. He shuddered as he shot his 7 day load. Felt the heat of cum flowing deep inside me. He stayed in and worked his load even deeper as I stroked and shot a huge load across my abs and chest. It was a perfect fuck. looking forward to more tomorrow.

Almost ready to get the GapeKeeper 75 next. The red one is my hubby's

I don’t understand how some men can pull out before they cum. They may as well just masturbate. I top because I need to feel the bottom’s hot tight asshole milking my cock. When I get close my cock and balls compells me to go in hard and deep and shoot my load inside him. I’ve seeded every man I’ve penetrated.

LA-TEX (PART 2) This is the part that gets really blurry. I remember being taken down stairs to first a shower room that had a dim red light. The two staff took off my clothes and one held me up while the other inserted a hose up my ass giving me an enema. After 3 rounds I guess I was pretty cleaned out. Then one of them started applying some kind of oil to my body and they began to put the lower half of me into some kind of shiny black latex catsuit. Before they completely enclosed my body I felt a rubber band tie off my bicep and a needle injecting something into me! Damn! I suddenly felt so horny, I wanted to fuck, and even get fucked, just sex sex sex! The two zippered up my catsuit and let me into another dimly lit red room. Turning me around they seated me then had me lay back into a sling. As they were tying up my hands and feet into the straps, I looked around and saw a latex padded floor, latex padded walls and ceiling. One of them held a latex gas mask in front of me, and before slipping it over my head, he held my nostrils closed forcing me to take deep heavy hits off of a brown bottle. My head was swimming as they fitted the gasmask over my head. Looking up as I lay in the sling, I could see a TV mounted just above me, and it showed the entire bar watching me on the TV’s upstairs. I was going to be their entertainment for the night! Both staff stripped and dressed in heavy latex catsuits, with either a hood or a gas mask. I felt the ass and crotch area of my catsuit being unzipped, and I felt first a finger inside me with a burning feeling. That quickly passed and another hose inserted that pumped a warm slick liquid. As one of them began stretching my hole with his fingers, the other picked up a microphone and said to the men in the bar, “would winning numbers 1-6 come downstairs to claim your prize”.

I don't, and thus limit "underwear" to one of my favorite cockrings. And I don't mind one little bit when I catch some guy looking.

This kind of thing makes me laugh. I'm a bottom (pretty submissive, but also primal) and wear Andrew Christian briefs because the construction of the pouch is more comfortable for my cock. Nothing to do with loving taking dick and seed in my ass. If I'm getting fucked they're going down or off anyway, no matter what type they are.

This morning I was horny from the time I woke up. I went to brunch with friends and kept getting a semi and my shorts were soaked in precum. On the walk home I passed and ABS so I thought what the heck and I walked in. It was quiet. I went into a booth, nobody on either side and decided to just put my dick through the hole and wait. About 5-10 minutes later, I heard the door close in the booth where my cock was hanging through. I quickly felt a mouth on my dick and was instantly hard. He kept sucking me but I was really hoping for some ass. I pulled my cock back and whispered give me your ass. It was one of those booths with a larger hole so I could see him moving and pretty quickly his ass was presented. I’m not gonna lie, it wasn’t a pretty ass but I was horny. I slowly pressed the head of my dick against his hole. His ass was loose and well used so I was able to push all the way in on the first thrust. After about a minute of fucking, I started getting streaks of cum back on my dick. I was already so horny so I decided to just let it go and shot a huge load in him after about three minutes of fucking. I was about to pull my shorts up but I saw a guy watching through the hole on the other side. My dick was covered in cum from the guys ass and I was still leaking the last drops of my load. I pivoted around and put my dick through the other hole. That guy licked all the cum off and to my surprise, backed his ass right onto my cock. He was much tighter and at first the sensation was almost too much because I had just cum. I kept fucking though and it started to feel real good. I fucked this bottom for about 15 minutes through the glory hole before I shot another load. I pulled up my shorts left the place to go on with my day. I’m still horny and just signed up for some Sniffies cumdumps this afternoon or evening.

Over the next few weeks during my hospitalization the young nurse, working on my ward or not, would sneak into my room. His mouth would get me hard and he’d sink his usually cummy hole onto my ridged toxic poz pole. I must have attempted to knock him up a two dozen times. Each time he would get as excited as if it were his first time. His gratitude was immense! I loved shooting toxic poz cum into his willing ass. Every time my orgasm was immense, as if I wanted to put every part on myself, all of my light and all of my deepest darkest self, deep into this young man. In doing so somehow I was staking an irreversible claim on the gold mine of his being. Yet at the same time I didn’t want to be the one to poz his ass. Not out of any moral qualm. No, he was a consenting adult. If not me he was so determined he’d find another person to knock him up. No, I didn’t want to be the one to end the excitement of his chase. Yes, he could move on to other thrills. Like the thrill I was feeling in filling a willing victim with my toxic seed. But the adrenaline rush and danger of the risk would end. And this tint of fear for him was not just in the sexual consummation of unsafe sex. It was in the wait. ‘Is this the time the fuck flu will follow in a week or two? Is this the sexual health clinic visit where I will get the fateful news that I have indeed seroconverted? Is this the time I will have to face the question, ‘How will I really feel knowing I’ve taken on the life sentence of this disease coursing through my veins even if undetectable. Fuck … will the drugs even work their magic on me? Or will I be one of that unlucky minority that the drugs don’t work on? Will these moments of folly for momentary selfish sexual pleasure in the end shorten my life?’ But I also knew all this just added to the thrill for this promiscuous cum slut whore. Despite my mixed feelings I kept sticking it to him and flooding his ass with my biohazard. The first guy and the nurse had awakened a deep dark side of my soul. A side of me that relished such a power over willing victims. It was as if in some way they were willingly handing me the power to fill them with the dark power of death. I found I now wanted to merge with such a dark force in other men’s souls. Yes, it was as if I had finally found my tribe by traveling more fully down this obscure road of being the breeder of uninhibited poz dark life force. When the nurse told me he had two friends, two fuck buddies, who desperately wanted me to knock them up I didn’t hesitate to agree. When I met them, I realized I would have been crazy to turn down sex with these young gorgeous men. The first was a black man with a trained swimmers body. His skin was so silky, shiny and dark. Our naked bodies slipped together like taylor designed fitted silk sheets. His stereotypical huge black cock looked and felt amazing sliding into my hairy white hole. The look on his handsome face as he ejaculated deep inside me was animalistic and stunningly beautiful. Yes, he was a top, a tops top. Every man he met in sexual encounter submitted to his beautiful raw member claiming their ass, even if they had never bottomed before. When I learned this, I expected he would want a blood slam, or artificial insemination of my poz biohazard juices. But no, he wanted me to be the first and only guy to fuck him. He wanted me to do so as long as it took to give him even more power to make men succumb and give their asses and lives away to his magnetic personality, sexually domination, and toxic power. Every time we met, he would dominate me. He’d greet me naked at his front door, pull me inside, strip me in his front hallway and then lead me by my cock to his sex playroom. I would then be strapped into the sling. He’d expertly eat out my ass and prelube me with spit alone. He especially loved when I arrived with a load or four on board. He’d feltch some out and snowball the cum and ass juice for me to swallow. Then his magnificent horse cock would start it’s magic journey deep into my gut. He’d relentlessly fuck me, often for forty-five glorious minutes. Only then would there be this ever so subtle shift in his chest that let me know he was about to loose complete and utter control. The wild panther in him would take over. His handsome face would contort into what could best be described as a snarl. He would pant heavily as if in panicked distress to get his breath. His entire body would be convulsing and I could usually feel blast after blast of his cum painting my gut walls. Very rare when a guy cums so deep inside me. I figured it must be the power and force with which his come fired out of his big cock slit. Then for me, and no one else, he would climb in the sling and submit his powerful ass to my ‘death stick’. I loved the site of my raw dad cock disappearing in his tight silky black pucker hole. I would usually have only a moment to slide my hands over his strong shoulders, eight pack, and soft magic black skin. Then I too would loose control blasting everything in me deep into this stunning black swimmer hunk. Then would come my gratitude fuck. It never lasted as long as the first but as he struggled to get his breath after such a powerful orgasm his lips would cover mine in a passionate kiss. It was as if he was needing me to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. I not only had a second one of his loads in my gut, but I had also brought him totally out of control and I was the one breathing his next life into him with my kisses and powerful toxic seed. The second was like a Viking warior. Muscles for days, long braided cooper coloured hair shaved at the sides and back of his head. Scruffy beard. And where is skin wasn’t covered with Celtic tattoos it was covered with freckles. His magnificent cock was thicker than anything that had ever gone up my ass. And yes, he too was 100 percent top. He was only allowing me to fuck him to receive my toxic seed. And chose this method after hearing his black friend was taking it directly from my cock. He wanted to be converted to convert. His goal was To knock up as many of the men who flocked to him as he possibly could. And they flocked to him! There were at least three of his harem of bottom wanabees at every one of our sexual encounters. Their specific job was to win a ride on his thick stick by fucking and breeding me as I took him from behind. No missionary or kissing with this macho man! I would arrive at the hotel room he had arranged so his playroom would never be defiled by his level of stoop to submission. His three slaves would ceremonially stirp him. Then they would attack me ripping everything I might be wearing to shreds until I too was stark naked. Then he would have me choke on his cock until he was satisfied I was totally humble before him. Only then would he bend over the bed offering his ass for me to mount doggy style. This was man sex, savage, vicious. The ongoing assault on my ass as I fucked him kept me from cumming as soon as I often did. Even his minions breeding my ass over and over didn’t trigger my ejaculation. His verbal abuse and demanding I seed his ass and knock him up didn’t even bring me over the top. I frequently wondered if I was even going to be able to cum, and if not, I worried what would his punishment be? And then it would happen, his ass would orgasm and milk my biohazard load deep into him. I would barely finish, and he would jump up, pin me on my back to the bed, throw my legs over my shoulders and piston his thick tool into my dripping ass. I never failed to feel I would be torn apart. Thankfully I was always rewarded with him viciously blasting his copious load deep into my gut. These encounters only started two weeks after my orthopedic doctor declared I was completely and totally healed. Ready to return to all pre accident activities. The Viking was my first success. He came down with a vicious fuck flu after only three of my breedings. I was summoned immediately, and the two of us bred his harem of six negative bottoms to celebrate our success. I loved the sex with the black swimmer and was very pleased that it took a dozen passionate love making sessions before he got sick, and the positive blood test was conclusive. For the next six months or so I bred my cute gay male nurse. Every time his test results came back negative. He was not upset, this allowed him to continue with his dangerous chasing game. His ass was taking strangers loads as frequently as ever. He even had regular sessions with his two top friends after I knocked them up. Negative test followed negative test. My encounters with him ended when my doctor put me back on meds and I was soon once again undetectable. As far as I knew and expected I had infected two top studs. I often reflect on how many willing men they have passed on my strain. All thanks to that cute young night nurse. The end

It was a frustrating yet very rewarding week to say the least! I had to fly out to the west coast to visit my most demanding manufacturing client. This idiot demands the sun and the stars, all at budget prices, but at least the trip got me away from my wife who was being a real bitch this last month. The trip was supposed to take a week, but I managed to get it all wrapped up in four days. With the return flight, hotel and rental car already booked for the week, I decided to play tourist and find a nice place to eat and relax. I don’t know the city that well so I wound up at the outskirts of the city, but noticed a place named “LA-TEX”. I kinda thought it might be a fusion of Texas BBQ with some kind of Los Angeles fusion. What the hell I said, as I walked in. The place was a mix of a dark steakhouse with lots of booths, a few tables but lots of big screen TV’s all around. I was surprised there were no female waiters or customers, but there weren’t too many patrons there anyways and I was here for the food. I have to say, the food was really good, and I got lots of attention from the waiter, asking me where I’m from, was I married, how was my trip, how long was I staying. After that huge meal and about 6 drinks, the place started getting very busy. So I unsteadily moved from my booth to the bar to continue drinking. Soon lots of guys, an older crowd, were filing in and seemed intent on getting good positions to watch the big TV’s. As I ordered my next drink, I began massaging one of my should muscles to get rid of the tension from the last week. The bartender, an older, husky guy with a beard served my drink but came around from the bar and began massaging my shoulders. Three quarters drunk, I didn’t care and it felt really good, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I opened my eyes and saw my new drink and pounded it back. Hell If I’m getting treated this good, I’m staying a while. But the drink did have a bitter taste to it. As the bartender went back to work after pouring me another drink, I was getting really drowsy and feeling really loose. I tried to swivel my head to see what was on the TV’s and thought I saw gay porn playing. I tried reaching for my drink but kept missing the glass. That’s when I thought I heard the bartender call out to the crowd, “get your drinks now, the show’s going to begin in 15 minutes”. That’s when the bartender and my waiter lifted me out of my chair, telling me they were taking me downstairs to a special room where I can rest.

A “top” is my fuck toy,he is my penetrateur, seducer, lover, corruptor, dominator, who uses me to fulfill my desire to pleasure him and in return he rewards me with his seed.

Yes. Most of the Tops i have been with are like You in this respect, or at least claim to be. i can either take them at face value or impose my own ideas on them of who i think they are or perceive them to be. It gets back to my opening statement that i do not think there is one standard definition and that we may have general ideas for the sake of crude identification, the "Top" is in the details that may or may not mesh with the receivers desires/needs for a "Top." i have encountered guys who start out Top and evolve into versatile or even total bottom... lots of stories on BZ from guys who have changed that way, and vice versa, guys who tried bottoming and found out they don't want/need that. To me, neither sets a "standard definition" that i feel all should aspire to fit into. i think it's the other way around, words are there to help us convey the individual using them, not as a standard they have to conform to. The FB i relate in my OP is a good example... he seems to be finding need/want beyond the Top needs/desires that bonded to my bottom needs/desires for several years. i've even tried to fuck him because i really love him and want him to get what he wants/needs, but despite trying, i only get hard when a Top wants to breed me and i could not do it. And even if i could physically pull it off, i (personally) still do not believe that's a good idea, because even if he gets the physical part of a top in him, he would not be getting the psychological part of a top in him... and to me, that's as important, if not more so, when it comes to good, whole and sustainable sexual relationship with another. i think it's incorrect reasoning to say that because i have a functional penis i should Top, and worse, i think it's sort of obnoxious to imply or say that one is being selfish or is somehow inferior because they don't have the same desire or need that "I" have. There's all sorts of examples. i've encountered guys who wanted to suck on my hole and eat scat from it. They could posit that since everyone has a functional mouth that everyone should eat shit. Sure, everyone with a mouth has that capability, but not everyone has the need or desire. i do not think it makes one or the other any better or worse, superior or inferior, selfish or unselfish. It means they have a particular need/desire and instead of imposing that on everyone with a mouth, they need to find a compatible match, someone who needs/desires them as they are. And, those people exist. What it comes down to, as i see it, is compatibility. i only want to be with someone who wants/needs me as much as i want/need them. If another guy is a bottom or versatile who needs/wants a top, i'll give a hug and a kiss, but won't pretend to want/need something i don't because they want/need it. If i really like a guy and have a connection with him, i may try to help him get what he wants/needs, but i won't pretend to be that person. But that's me, and i have always found enough compatible Tops to sustain that i'm not delusional lol.

Even as a little (5,6 y's old) I felt that I didn't need to allow things to happen I didn't like. Example: At our church there was an old couple named Swanson, that ran a little vacuum cleaner shop over on Broadway. When I was a little kid (5,6?) there was a coffee hour in the basement, and Lilly Swanson and that pasty-faced husband of hers were always there. Every time she got a chance at "coffee-hour", that old toad would find my grandmother to blab at, and actually pet me under my chin. This happened over and over and over, month after month, and finally I had enough. I tried any number of times to shake free of grandma's hand, get away, but it was crowded, and gram knew I'd probably run into someone, or whatever. One fine Sunday after services (I know I wasn't tall enough yet for my head to be even with grandma's waist, and she was hardly tall), that hideous old crone Lilly Swanson pulled her usual routine, and started the detested stroking my chin. This time, however, I kicked her in the shin as hard as I possibly could. The old bitch screamed, grandma gasped, and my mom grabbed me by the arm and hauled me outta there post-haste. I don't recall if I got a beating for it, but I've never forgotten the thrill of standing my ground, even as a little kid, refusing to accept that which I detested, and kicking that old woman as hard as I could. It's one of my very favorite memories of early childhood. Even as a little kid, there was only so far someone could push me before I pushed back even harder.

Never been fucked by a guy, but I remember being fed by my 13 year old friend when I was 8 after church on Sundays

I sort of agree, with a major exception: any population, whether defined by national origin, ethnicity, religion, race, sexual orientation, gender identity, or whatever, gets a veto over names bestowed by those outside the community. The various indigenous peoples of the Americas never consented to being called "Indians" (nor, in fact, were they consulted about lumping them all into one huge category). Many such terms applied by the white majority in power were (and/or are) intended as pejorative at best, vile slurs at worst. In such cases, there's no agree to disagree; we call people what they ask to be called.

I don’t know. I think it’s mean. I never do that.

Some of you may have seen some of my other posts talking about how I eat my own cum all the time. Well this time around I started saving it, I had about 35 loads saved in the freezer, then thawed them out and drank them down. I made another post asking if anyone had any recommendations for making my loads bigger, never got any replies 😞 Yellow container is one of two I had saved, glass is them combined and thawed.

Chapter 5 – Lyle Takes It In chapters 1 through 4, I recount a weekend of using my friend Doug as my slave. This was a flip from a scene we played out a few weeks ago where I was his slave. We’re spun out on T and G, and Doug is now being fisted by Lyle, who just flooded Doug’s ass with cum. Lyle had his fist embedded in Doug’s ass. Instead of poppers, I brought the pipe up to the head of the sling and had Doug take a few hits. He blew out some substantial clouds. Then, I stopped and fed Lyle some, too. Of course, I smoked a bit too. I was enjoying watching Lyle fist Doug. He would get deep inside him before pulling back, using the thickest part of his hand to expand Doug’s hole. When he went deep, he’d get a look of concentration on his face that told me he was still trying to figure out the way through Doug’s bend and into his colon. Doug was happy no matter what was happening. He had a hot guy fisting his ass and was spun out and loving his slave time. Lyle stood up and braced his arm against his body. From behind, his sweet, round ass was tempting me. He told Doug that he wanted him to ride his arm. So, Doug hooked his feet around the sling stand and used them to pull himself forward and then push back from Lyle’s arm. It was hot to see Doug driving this process since he now controlled both speed and depth. He was getting Lyle in deep and would vary the speed between fast and almost painstakingly slow. Sometimes, when you’re getting fisted, you just want to feel every inch of movement through your ass, and Doug was experiencing that. Looking down, I could see the hairs around Doug’s hole dragging through the lube on Lyle’s arm. I was standing next to Lyle to watch this and had my hand on his ass. I was roaming around and discovered that Lyle had spread his legs to give me better access to the sensitive parts of his ass. That interested me. I probed around Lyle’s hole now. He hadn’t really been into having his ass worked over in the past, but maybe tonight was going to be different. I rubbed over and around it, putting my fingers in my mouth to get some saliva to make things slicker. I was rubbing and massaging when Lyle said, “Get some lube on your hand.” I lubed up my fingers, not really expecting to need my whole hand on Lyle’s ass. Having some lube here made the rubbing easier. I cautiously inserted a finger into Lyle’s hole to see how he would respond. I assumed all was well since he pushed back on the finger. So, I finger fucked Lyle while he was fist fucking Doug. I added another finger, then a third to my work on Lyle’s hole. It was exciting to see this man, who I had known as a mostly exclusive top, giving up his hole to me. Lyle and Doug were tiring out of this position, so Lyle suggested he sit down again. I was bummed since that would likely mean that he was done having me play in his hole. Lyle sat and resumed fisting Doug. Soon, he looked over at me and asked if I had a small butt plug. “For you?” I asked. He nodded, and I found my smallest plug. It was more of a medium size rather than a small one, but Lyle said he could take it. I lubed it up, he got up, I shoved it in (it went in more easily than I expected), and he sat down again. He didn’t take his fist out of Doug’s ass the whole time. Lyle was moving around on the plug, letting it hit different areas in his ass. He kept fisting Doug, but he was slowing his pace. Obviously, he was tiring out from the exertion. Doug noticed it and suggested a break. All agreed, and Lyle pulled out of Doug’s ass. Doug got out of the sling and walked over to the bed. I suggested that Lyle get in the sling, and I could work over his ass a bit. Lyle climbed into the sling. I helped get him situated with his feet in the stirrups and sat down on the stool at the foot. Damn, his ass looked great with the butt plug in it. First, I grabbed the plug and did some small rotating motions with it. I was determined to keep this within Lyle’s comfort, so I regularly checked in with him to ensure everything was OK. He was liking what I was doing, so I pulled back on the plug. It wasn’t enough to get it out, but it pulled back on the muscles around his hole. Oh yeah, his hole. Even though his body was smooth, Lyle had a nice dusting of hair around his hole. Like all the rest of his body hair, it was light brown and looked so sexy. I got to a point where I pulled the plug out and asked Lyle if he wanted it in again. “Fuck, yeah,” was his response. Obviously, he was liking getting his ass worked over. I stuck it in again, twirled it, and pulled it back out. And repeated that a few times. “Want something bigger?” I asked. “Sure.” I selected a realistic dildo that was on the larger size and asked Lyle if this was OK. He nodded, so I lubed it up to go into his ass. This was turning out to be better than expected. I thought Lyle would fist Doug and maybe me, but I didn’t expect that I’d be working over his ass. While I was prepping the dildo, I noticed that Doug was kneeling on the floor near me so that he could watch this, too. I placed the dildo at the entrance to Lyle’s ass and asked again if he wanted it. He assured me that he did, so I shoved the head of the toy into him. It was a snug fit, and I let him get used to the feeling of an invader of this size in his ass. Once he seemed comfortable with that, I told him that I was going to push more in. He nodded, so I began to push. There was some resistance at first, but then he opened up and took in most of the length of the dildo. Wow, I did not expect this! Again, I let it stay in place for a while so that he could get used to being filled. Then, I started with some small vibrations and twisting motions. I soon got up to small thrusts. I didn’t want to scare him off by being too aggressive on his ass. “Fuck me,” Lyle said. I took that as the invitation I needed and pulled the toy all the way out. Then, I shoved it back in again. Out, then in, out, then in. Lyle was getting fucked by the dildo, and he was clearly enjoying it. He asked me to pause for a moment and he did some poppers. That relaxed and opened him even more, and I plowed the dildo in and out of his ass while he was soaring from the fumes. When he came down from the poppers, he looked at me and said, “I see why you guys like giving up your ass. Want my fist now?” Fuck, yeah, I did.

I agree. Thus, I don't use that word, as it is too amorphous in and of itself, to convey much of anything. I desire a mug of hot black coffee in the mornings, and I get it every single time I want it. I desire 3 squares a day, and I get them. I desire a new Ferrari too, but I don't have one. Merely desiring something and needing something are two different things. Needs are concrete, they are necessary and crucial to our well-being. Desires are more fluid, can vary from time to time, and are, by definition, unstable. The desire to have sex can be assuaged merely with your fist. The need for food, shelter, well being, overcomes desires every time. You're entirely correct, in that "desire" is fickle and and can move from one thing to another easily. From the Oxford: "a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen" makes clear that there are stronger urges, more foundational orientations than mere desire. "Desire" is, as you describe, quite fickle and nimble. We see a shirt in some store we desire, but can easily walk away when it's out of stock, or costs more than we want to spend, or whatever. Desires can come, they can go, and are too fluid to hang any real behavior-pattern on. Finding the best descriptor isn't always easy, and it can be a chore, but it's useful when we have only typed words to communicate. We're denied our facial expressions, vocal emphasis, all of that. Total Tops don't "desire" being the active partner, they simply "need" to be the active partner. They simply are. Same goes for total bottoms. Interestingly, some are both, like NWUSHorny. We're a widely varying lot, aren't we?

A bunch of seconds and he asks me: ‘ where should we go? ‘ ‘Let’s got to the bedroom’ I said. he threw me up on bed, his hands all over me craving my body and hole. Feeling owned it’s something marvelous. In my mind I knew what risk I was getting into, not on prep at the moment and this huge guy was giving me all the possible vibes except the one that wanted to wear a condom. He removed his white shirt, toning well with his tanned skin. Few moments later he was without a single piece of fabric on his body and damn he was looking good. How could I resist a man like this trying to get raw into my hole, my mind twirled frantically. In a matter of seconds I was on my stomach, he grabbed my hips to bring my ass up. His huge tongue was up my hole doing circles and all sort of games with my hole lips. I was in heaven. Being rimmed it’s a huge deal for me. Oh man, he was good doing that, when a man is craving hole u can sense it and feel it. His hands were firmly grabbing my cheeks open letting his face be buried inside them. He stood up and away looking at my ass. He started poking my hole with his huge cock. Fuck he’s there now, I thought. “I’m not on prep, I’m not on prep” kept repeating myself, As if it was of any help in that moment. He pushed me completely on my stomach, he opened my thighs wide apart with his massive quadriceps and all his weigh was on my body looking for my hole with his cock. I couldn’t really move or do anything. He’s at least double my size. He tried few times up and down my hole looking for the perfect angle to shoot his thrust. He finally found it and god I felt used. I’m laying here completely helpless with my thighs wide apart and a massive man double my size entering my body through my raw hole. I shouldn’t allow this. But I need it. I need to feel owned, I’m just a hole after all. Well nevertheless to say, I’ve let him. I couldn’t say no anymore, he was big and thrusting in me deeply. How could I stop him?

A few months ago I was at a gay sauna in the south of spain where I live. I was being followed by a really hot young hairy guy. Very well defined and extremely hairy. He was a bit young for me, but because he was so beefy, well defined and goddam hairy I found him very attractive. He also had shaved hair and a beard. We started talking as he asked me where was good to go to in Town. He had been to a specific place the night before but told me all the guys were too young. He wanted to go somewhere where the guys were older. Like me. So, he was obviously interested. We started kissing and I realised very quickly that he was very active. Very dominant. As we were kissing, his had went down to my ass and fingered my hole. I had already been fucked earlier, so I was wet and inviting. This made him really hard. He took my hand and we went off to a cabin. He sat on the bed and told me to get on my knees. He spoke in English, but I would find out later that he was Italian. He ordered me to suck his cock which I did willingly. I was getting traces of cum and sweat off his cock. I deep throated him to show my compliance. He told me to get up on the bed and lie face down. I did so immediately. He went straight inside me without any hesitation or any form of verbal/non-verbal consent. Straight up. It took my breath away a bit because I wasn't expecting it. However, I will never refuse a top, especially a hot one that is already inside me, so I assumed my most subservient position and welcomed my fate. Once he was into his rythmn, he started pressing me down really hard, almost holding me down. This was a turn on, so I gladly submitted. Then he took his right hand and put it over my mouth. He held my mouth really firmly while he fucked me. And holding me in place so I had no where to go, and couldn't shout or scream for help. I fucking loved it. I was being held down and fucked with a hand over my mouth. I did a pretend squirm to see what would happen. He just held me down more firmly. When he was approaching orgasm, he gripped me harder until he eventually shot his load into me. He held me in place while his cock was inside me and we lay together, me with his arms wrapped around me and his cock still inside me. Leaking his seed. Was I now being cuddled by a man who had simultated rape? Or was it rape? After a while we chatted and he was from the north of Italy. He asked me if I wanted to be fucked by some other guys that night. I said yes. So, he took me by the hand and took me into the darkroom. He stood beside me, monitoring who was approacihing. In the dim light, he watched as several guys took their turn in fucking me. Between each one, he would stop the queue and he would fuck me again. Three guys fucked me and came, and between each one, the put his hand out and stopped the next one until he was back inside me and shot another load. My hole was gaping but was like silk. I welcomed each top but my italian boy wanted to push the seed of the other tops up further. I felt like I belonged to him and I welcomed it. I never saw him again after that night as he returned to Italy the next day. But, he has left me with a longing for rough, rape like, held down, mouth held shut sex. I long for it. Sometimes if I am face down being fucked I take the tops hand and place it over my mouth or around my neck. Sometimes this horrifies people and other times they catch on very quickly and carry on. But, I now long for a top that hold me down and force me to accept him just like my italian boy.

So I visited my monster thick cocked friend again. He met me at the door with a robe on and escorted me to his room where he opened his robe and said “suck my cock cum slut” and I fell to my knees as I stuffed the huge head inside my mouth. I can barley get the head in my mouth but I pushed my tongue into the hole of his cock and I could taste his pre cum. I was able to get my cloths off and I got on my knees on a towel he had placed down he ran 2 then 3 then 4 fingers in my ass before he said “your ass is ready” and he pressed the mushroom head against my hole. And I tried my best to arch my back and present him with a nice hole to fill. As soon as he is somewhat in it’s a ring of fire and I have to pull off and he puts more lube on and presses deep again. Im really struggling with open wing up this time for some reason and I keep pulling off. I try to relax and he presses in again this time it goes in and there is that “oh shit it’s deep hang on while I adjust” feeling and I hold it for a second and then I pull off when he grabs my hips and says where do you think your going and he pulls me into his cock and he holds it there and im like “shit im not ready” and I try to pull off and he keeps ahold of my hips and I move forward to laying fully flat on my stomach and I can feel the weight of him on top of me. Fuck he knows how to man handle me by this time im ok with his massive cock balls deep in my ass and he starts to fuck me slowly then his pace quickens and now he is full on pounding and all I can do is grip his sheets in front of me and he says “ you want this load you cum slut!” And I say “yes, give it to me, give me that load deep in my man pussy” and I hear him grunt and he kinda growls as his cock swells and he releases ropes and ropes of man seed deep in my hungry ass. I counted 8 pumps. He lays there for a second before he pulls out and I flip over and grab my phone and snap this pic. I don’t wipe or anything I just pull my underwear and pants back on and we chit chat for a min while I button up my shirt before he grabs his robe and escorts me to the door where I thank him and I climb back in my car where I can feel his load smeared all over my swollen man pussy. I was sore for 3 days but I have worked out my schedule for next week for another ground and pound breeding session.

The Soldiers –supporting our troops the Dr Mike Way (this story is part of the larger series of stories I have posted that started with - "DR Mike - Biohazard or Healer") It was a hot and muggy Thursday morning in Washington, DC and work at the office had been intense and beyond busy. I was so ready for the weekend, and having to walk to work on the hottest day of the year so far was the last thing I wanted to do. I had set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and figured I would beat the sun and get to the office before it got too hot. I left the apartment at 5:00, it was only 75 degrees, so saw a few joggers, bicyclists, and some commuters, but otherwise the streets were pretty quiet. There were a couple guys cruising around the blocks looking for the last of the night’s prostitutes. I had not gotten fucked the night before, knew Dr. Mike would not be pleased, but I struck out and was also horny as fuck! I even tried to cruise a couple of the guys circling the blocks in case one of them was feeling really freaky and wanted my biohazard ass. Nothing. Twice a week I go a different way to work and stop by this little deli to pick up lottery tickets and knew they would be open and prepping for the breakfast crowd. I crossed the street, walked east around the traffic circle, and as I came around the corner of the hotel that faces the circle, saw a soldier leaning against the wall in front of the restaurant that faces 14th Street – the designated smoking area in front of the hotel. The soldier had on black boots, camo pants and jacket, and a maroon beret. He was taller than me, and had a good 30 pounds on me – all clearly muscle. The soldier was a few years younger than me with a hard jaw line and intense eyes that latched onto me the minute I saw him. As I closed the 10 feet between us, he put the cigarette between his lips with a huge right hand, took a long drag and finished it off, stood up straight, put it out on the sidewalk with his boot, and as I got near him he nodded his head and, “Hi, how are you this morning Sir?” Sir? Fuck I was not that old, but I stopped, held out my hand and said, “Great man, fucking tired and hating this heat. My shirt is wet already and sweat is running down my ass and I have only walked a few blocks.” The soldier laughed, shook my hand and said, “I hear you Sir, but this ain’t nothing to some of the places I have been recently and this shit humidity makes your balls stick together and wedge where they don’t belong.” The soldiers grip tightened on my hand and lingered a bit longer then was normal. No, couldn’t be. I must be dizzy from the humidity. He let go, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I declined, so he lit up, and leaned back against the wall, taking long drags and looking at me. I decided what the hell, I knew all about don’t ask don’t tell, and the risk was exciting. I looked at the soldier’s uniform and it said BAKER in black letters. “Baker,” I said, “Are you in town visiting?” Stupid question I know. “Yes Sir,” the soldier said, “Here for a training course. I’m airborne forces for the army, but as a Captain I need some other skills too, so am here for a couple days with some others from my squad.” “You’re up awful early,” I said as I looked at his crotch and tried to get some idea of what the Captain was carrying. He saw my gaze, smiled through the cigarette in his lips, reached down with his left hand and did a slow stroke, shift of his dick that was hanging down his right pant leg. “Yes Sir,” Captain Baker said, “I could not sleep so decided I should get up and smoke a few and get the day started. Class today does not start until 14:00, so have to find a way to occupy my time.” Captain Blake said the last part with a sneer and a wicked look in his eyes. Here was a man looking for trouble and I was going to give it to him. “Man, the coffee I had before I headed out is starting to hit me. Do they have a bathroom in the hotel lobby?” I asked. Captain Baker nodded, smiled wide, “They do Sir. I am happy to show you,” as he started to lean down to put out his cigarette. “No man, finish that off,” I said, “You have to take everything you can that gives you a little joy and fun.” I hope he understood my hidden meaning. He just nodded, took several long, big drags, blew the smoke my way, and smiled. He finished up, stomped it out with his boot, and I followed him into the hotel. There was a clerk at the front desk off the left who was busy trying to explain to a woman the charges on her bill. The Captain and I walked down the hall to the right, past the elevators and past the sign that said Ballrooms, and around another corner until we saw the Men’s and Women’s signs and one for handicapped. Captain Baker stepped through the door marked with the handicapped sign, held it open for me, and I walked in, turned the light on and went to the toilet. I heard a CLICK, turned, and saw the Captain had turned a lock on the door. He then leaned against the wall by the sink and watched me. I set my backpack down on the floor, undid my belt, dropped my pants to the floor, and aimed. Nothing. Not a drop. My dick started to grow even though I was not jacking it, and now felt like my kidneys would burst as the feeling of having to piss was so intense. I started to blush as I was embarrassed and my whole plan to play it cool to get some cum and maybe do some stealth pozzing was going awry. I shook my head, Captain Baker snickered and said in a low voice, “Seems you have a problem. And so do I.” I looked over as the Captain undid his camo pants, dropped his shorts, and this gorgeous, fat, uncut dick fell out into his hands. He was pretty hard and his dick was almost bouncing up and down as the blood rushed to fill him up. I watched as Captain Baker bent down, pulled his pants partway back up, scrunching his dick up towards his stomach, and shuffled over to me. I did not know which way Captain Blake went – top or bottom – I did not care, I was determined to get that dick. As he was shuffling towards me, I bent forward, reached back and with my left hand pulled my left cheek to the side while with my right, drove my fingers in my ass and started digging at my guts. I wanted to be raw and bloody so the Captain could infect me with anything he might have or if I was lucky, I would get to add him to those I had infected on behalf of Dr. Mike. That must have done the trick as he let out a low moan like a Pit Bull that just got tossed a raw steak. Captain Baker got up behind me, roughly pushed my hands away. “Tell me what you need Sir?” Captain Baker said, still in a low voice. “What are my orders Sir?” Fuck – a – I was a bottom in charge! The Captain had dropped his pants and his dick was resting against my right hip. He was a good 10 inches and I reached back with my right hand, stroked it a few times and moaned a little and started gyrating my hips out of raw hunger. Captain Baker put his left hand on my hip, stopped me from moving and said again, “Your orders SIR!” As he said that, he shoved two fingers of his right hand into my hole using the sweat and whatever ass juice/blood might be there to ease his way. I moaned louder and Captain Baker covered my mouth with his left hand as the fingers on his right jammed in and out of my ass and then starting trying to stretch my hole and dig around. His fingernails found my gut walls and he dug in. I moaned loudly into his hand and pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more of that. Captain Baker paused. He slowly withdrew his two fingers and I was suddenly afraid I had gone too far. He removed his hand from my mouth, leaned to my left ear and said, “Sir, we have to be quiet. You understand? I WILL make sure that you are Sir, you understand?” I just shook my head and kept looking forward. “Now Sir, I had asked you for my orders but believe you are not yet fit to command. You will do as I say now Sir. I have not fucked anyone since I left home, so I need you to take it like I want Sir. I will not stop once I start Sir.” He paused, I heard some rustling and thought fuck, he was grabbing a condom. “Sir, now here, open your mouth.” I turned my head slightly to the left and opened my mouth. As I did Captain Baker stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then with a couple fingers made sure the entire thing was in my mouth. My jaws were open and mouth full of his bandana to ensure I would stay quiet. The Captain then put his left hand on the back of my shoulder and pushed me forward. I bent forward, placed my hands on the toilet and arched my back so my ass was up and out. My dress shirt was scrunched up just above my ass, but Captain Baker pushed it a little higher, assumed he was looking at my biohazard tat, but did not say a word so knew he did not know what it was. Captain Baker moaned again, parted my cheeks, and this time four big fingers on his right hand drove themselves into my hole. I whimpered and moaned as Captain Baker found the spot he was digging at before in my guts and started digging again. He knew he was on target when I jumped and whimpered. This time he bent over, wrapped his left arm around my hips, pulled me back towards him as his right hand tore at my ass. He stood up, reached around and wiped his fingers that just came out of my ass across my face and under my nose leaving a trail of ass snot across my cheek and upper lip. I braced myself as Captain Baker placed his left hand on my hips again, and I could feel him guiding his dick towards my hole. The Captain’s hips pushed forward, trying to work his dick into my ass and once he realized he was lined up he paused, grabbed my hips with both hands hard, and SLAM FUCKED ME RAW! I moaned into the bandana stuck into my mouth and used all my strength to brace myself on the toilet. Captain Baker grabbed me hard and continued to push his dick dry into my ass. I could feel him tearing my hole. Even though I had been fucked a lot lately as part of Dr. Mike’s treatment program, being fucked rough and pretty dry by a big dick still did its damage and it was clear Captain Baker’s mission was to seek and destroy my asshole – RAW! The Captain’s dick served him well and forced my hole open. Every stroke hurt, but I wanted his dick so bad and was willing to do anything for it. The Captain suddenly pulled all the way out, and shoved four fingers back in there, forcing them deeper up my ass. He pulled them out and replaced with his dick as he drove it balls deep in one stroke. I tried to gasp, but had to breathe through my nose and sort of choked. Captain Baker was moaning now as he fucked – every stroke blasting my hole with big, fat, raw dick. He began pulling almost all the way out and slamming in, pulling out slamming in, faster and faster – and then stopped. My ass was on fire and I could feel his dick start throbbing, twitching, pulsing as he moaned. He stayed still for a good 10 seconds and I figured he had shot his load, but no, he started working my hole again. Now he was doing more controlled strokes, some short just in and out the hole, some balls deep, but the pace was steady and hard. I had no concept of time and the thought of getting caught did not even cross my mind, I just wanted my hole used by this soldier. Captain Baker’s fingers now dug into my sides, his nails cutting into my skin, and I could feel small trickles of blood begin to flow as his nails dug deeper and his fingers clenched into the flesh. I tried to gasp again and couldn’t. The Captain’s grip was squeezing me hard as his dick tore up my ass. I was having a hard time keeping my balance as his rhythm picked up and I then realized how loud the sound of his hips smacking into my ass was, but again I did not care. I started to moan and whimper as his dick was so deep he was making the feeling of having to piss so intense and I realized that with every thrust of his dick into my ass, a little bit of piss was dribbling out of my dick onto my shorts and dress pants. Captain Baker was breathing hard and dug deeper and deeper into my sides with his fingers and nails, I could barely breath as his moans got louder and louder and his spit was flying as he said, “OH SIR, OH SIR, FUCK – YES – YES – FUCK SIIRRRRR!!!” The Captain unloaded his fire of stream after stream of hot cum into my shredded ass. I could feel it hitting its target and the additional wetness lubed my ass up and allowed him to get even deeper as he continued to fuck me and his dick bucked and unloaded. The Captain slowly began to ease up his pace and his dick barely softened. I was moaning almost non-stop from the ecstasy and the need of having to piss. His breathing was almost back to normal as he continued to move his hips and work his cum into my ass. I tried to push myself to a standing position, but he pushed me back forward and kept pumping. A few minutes later he stopped. His dick was still inside me as Captain Baker allowed me to stand up straight. He stopped me from removing the bandana by covering my mouth with his left hand and said, “I needed to make sure it took Sir.” I didn’t know what he meant, as the Captain put his right arm around my chest and pulled me back into him and continued, “You see Sir, on my last deployment there was this hot little girl who used to come to base. She did laundry and stuff for my squad, but was also our whore. Well, let’s just say we had a lot of fun with her, but she sent several of us home with a surprise.” “I got AIDs,” Captain Baker said softly as his left hand tightened over my mouth and his right arm held me even tighter. I was breathing fast with excitement, but he must have thought it was fear and even if I wanted to scream or run, I could go nowhere’s as I was impaled on his dick. “I know Sir, I know. Now Sir you will have me with you always as I am not on any meds – can’t at base – so my cum is like a SCUD missile,” Captain Baker said. “I made sure to tear your ass up good before I started, remember?” I started breathing even faster and my dick was so hard with a mixture of piss and cum leaking out. Captain Baker eased his hold with his right arm and pumped his still hard dick a few times and said, “I coated your guts with my AIDs cum up one side and down the other. My best friend from boot camp is the base doc, so for now, the army does not know. I’ll be out soon - in about a year, and have been looking for a good piece of ass to come home to, now I got you Sir.” My eyes got really wide and I thought what the fuck? As he pulled his dick out of my ass, Captain Baker turned me to face him and said, “I’m going to take the bandana out now. What do you say Sir?” My mouth was dry and did not seem to quite work after the bandana had sucked up all the spit I could make. “Thank you Captain, thank you for marking me as your ass.” I said softly. Captain Baker smiled, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Sir, wash off your face and get dressed. I think you need some more airborne dick that is full of AIDs cum, follow me. I got a couple guys from my squad upstairs who need a wake-up call and they are going to enjoy helping me train you to be a good AIDs whore for some big old Army dick!” Well, once we left the bathroom, I stopped in the lobby, used the payphone to call the office and left a message to say I was sick. I then followed Captain Baker to the elevators and we passed the front desk clerk in the hallway who gave us both a nod and a big old knowing smile. Captain Baker stepped into the elevator, pushed 8, and the doors closed. He looked at me with an evil smile, rubbed his dick, and nodded as he pulled a cigarette out and lit up. My plans to do some stealth pozzing of my own did not quite work out, but that was OK. What better way to support the troops then to give them their own AIDs whore and biohazard ass?

The next evening, he entered my room at the start of his shift, careful to close the door, spun around beside my bed and showed off the wet spot in the ass of his scrubs. “Amazing!” I exclaimed. “How many loads?” As he dropped his drawers and pushed his cummy ass toward me he quietly said; “Just have a taste first daddy, I’ll give you details after we’ve both had our fun.” My mouth was on his ass in no time and a big gob of cum and ass juice was soon squirting into it. “Mmmmm, yum. It all tastes so fresh.” As he turned and tidied himself, he explained; “Great day at the cruising woods. I scored three loads in the ass within 45 minutes. One of my favorite hospital cleaners just saw the spot on my scrubs, pulled me into his supply closet and dumped another load in me. He’s a beautiful hairy Arab. God, I love his hairy body on my back and huge raw cock shooting up my ass. We may hurry but we always strip naked to do the deed.” “Fuck you are such a slutty cum dump.” I followed “Takes one to know one. Right daddy?” “Oh, you got that right. That’s for sure.” “Well let’s get you better and out of here so you can get back to collecting.” During the course of the night we sucked each other off two times. There was another male nurse working the floor with him and he proudly reported this tall skinny nurse had planted yet another load in his ass when they stepped outside on their break in the wee small hours. A security guard had caught them and offered to go next but they begged off as they needed to get back to the floor. My nurse had promised the young Pakistani guard he could claim his ass and plant his load after their night shift was finished. When he stopped in at the end of his shift, he said he’d be off for three days. He hoped I’d be at least out of bed when he came back to work. I reminded him of his date with the Pakistani security guard. He assured me he hadn’t forgotten. In three days, I greeted his return sitting in the chair beside my bed. He congratulated me and teased; “So how many guys have you sucked off while I was gone.” “You nasty fucker!” I good naturedly chided. “You know no one gives it up as easy as you do.” “Yeah, that’s probably true. Which reminds me, I haven’t had a chance to give up my ass to you yet.” He winked. His night progressed as usual with his busy schedule. I stayed up in the chair as long as I could. I rang the call bell and let him know I could use help to get into bed for the night. “Nice. Glad to help. Anything else you might need help with first?” followed by his naughty wink. He then reached under my loose hospital gown and found me my hardening cock. He closed the door and came back to strip me before slipping out of all his clothes. He looked great in them, he looked fabulous naked. My raging cock was soon messaging his tonsils. After a bit he emptied his mouth to let me know. “I want this beauty in my ass daddy. Do you think we can manage that without hurting your pelvis?” “I’m certainly willing to give it my best try.” I enthusiastically responded. “Well just let me do all the work. A night administrator just prelubed my hole with the best cum lube in a bathroom stall on the second floor.” “How do you get any work done?” I exclaimed. “I’m quick, not to worry.” His cummy hole slid over my rock-hard cock and felt so hot and warm. “Just let me know how we’re doing. I don’t want to hurt you.” “So far, so fuckin good, thanks.” I needed to slow him down a couple of times, but he took instruction well. Further, despite any discomfort I was enjoying this great fuck. At one point it occurred to me I hadn’t told him I was on a meds break. Assuming such a sexually active cum dump was on Prep I just let the thought go and put all my attention to enjoying this phenomenal and unexpected bareback fuck. Even knowing what his answer would be when I was getting close, I warned him and asked. “Where do you want my poz load?” “Oh, fuck yeah daddy, breed me, come deep in my ass. Oh, fuck I love a good poz load!” I was blasting before he finished talking and so was he. His ass orgasm milked every last drop of toxic cum out of me. When he stood, he turned to give me a kiss. Scooping some of my load from his ass he fed some to me and tasted some for himself. “Fuck daddy, that was amazing. The only thing I would change given a chance would be your undetectable status.” “I bet while you’re on Prep it’s probably extra exciting to take unmedicated loads.” I mused, anticipating sharing my surprise. “Who’s on Prep? Fuck no, that would just take all the risk out of being such a piggy cum dump whore.” It was his turn to surprise me. “But your medical training, you’re a nurse. I just assumed you must be on Prep.” “You know what assumptions make of all of us.” He asserted. “Never had a condom in this ass, and never ever have I even considered going on Prep.” The blood drained from my face, “I’ve been on a meds break for a few months. I never would have entered you raw had I known.” “Fuck man, so you are telling me your highly toxic cum is seeping into my blood stream as we speak.” “Fuucckkk, I’m so sorry.” I cried “Sorry, sorry for what? I just wish I’d known I was taking toxic seed when you blasted deep inside me. This is fucking amazing. I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been chasing for a year and a half now. The last three toxic loads didn’t take. Now I get the excitement of waiting to see if I get sick, if you succeeded in knocking me up. Fuckin awesome man. Fuckin awesome. Wow, the risk just makes me hornier. …But damn, I got to get back to work. I’ll be back later to celebrate; God I hope you’re ready by then to pump another toxic bullet in me. Fuckin awesome!” And he was gone. I was left shacking my head in amazement,

Athletic Trainer 4 Brad was still stroking his hard dick while thoroughly eye raped Luke up and down a few times as he walked out of Luke's place and heading down to 7010. Luke has no idea how much Brad is attracted to him. It was not an accident that he came to the college where Luke is. He acted like a carefree horny dude that can't be tamed by anyone, but deep down he would say yes to anything Luke wants to do. When he hooks up with the college guys around his age, none of their holes were as good as Luke's. He's only fucked Luke a few times in a truth or dare type of situation because Luke wouldn’t just agree to be a bottom that easily. Brad remembers those times watching Luke's manhole very slowly open up for him but he could barely get half of his head in him. With everything hump, Luke's hole opened up for his hard cock a little bit more. Luke’s mouth stayed open in an O shape, leaning his head back and was moaning softly with his eyes closed. Luke's hole was so tight that it created a strong suction effect when Brad started thrusting his dick in and out of him. Brad headed down to his car first and gave himself a small slam just because. “Fuck …..” Brad said after ripping off the tie on his bicep then raised his arm up next to his face. He button his short sleeve linen shirt all the way, put some baby oil in his hand and greased up his body while feeling his own muscle. As his hand reached into his shorts and started stroking, he saw Noah parked near the building. “Perfect” Brad had a grin on his face and decided to look through his bag and changed into a white runner shorts. He got out of the car pretending to walk toward the condo and took a peek at Noah and saw that he was unloading his groceries and was struggling to carry everything all at once. He walked towards him and said “Hey Noah. Do you need a hand?” Brad said to Noah. Noah’s head popped out from behind a nearly overflowed paper grocery bag. He also didn't recognize Noah because he had a new hairstyle since they last saw each other. His hair brushed back nicely. He's wearing a pair of jeans, mint green button up shirt and leather suspenders. Noah's ass is by far his favorite. They almost seemed like they couldn't be contained by his jeans. “Un….yeah. I do. Brad, right? How have you been “ said Noah “I’m doing well but I have to go to the bathroom really badly all the sudden” “Oh…umm” Noah handed the three paper bags in his arms to Brad then pulled out his phone and clicked a few things. “There. If you don't mind taking those to 7010 on the 7th floor, I just unlocked my door so you can use my bathroom if you want. I'll be right behind you. I just gotta get my equipment bag out and paper towels.” “Gracias” Brad said and started walking to the building. Noah paused for a second because he was distracted by Brad's shorts. He thought he saw the head of Brad's dick coming out of his shorts but he couldn't really confirm as Brad getting further and further so he turned his attention back to getting his stuff out of the car When Brad got out of the bathroom, he found Noah finishing putting the last of his groceries in the lower half of the fridge on his knees. He walked up next to Noah so his crotch is at Noah's eye level. Noah looked to his right and paused for a few seconds then he looked away pretending he didn't notice anything and hoping Brad didn't either. Noah attempted to carry on a normal conversation and said “Thank you for carrying the groceries for me” “Go ahead” Brad lightly whispered “Hmm!?” Noah finished putting the last of the grocery in the fridge and avoided turning to his right sway. He tried to pretend that he didn't hear Brad” “I saw you looking, boy so I'm letting you know that you can have it” Brad said it softly to Noah Noah turned to his right but before he could look up. Brad’s hard mushroom head is just in front of his mouth. A droplet of precum looks like it's about to fall off his dick. Noah stuck his tongue out and licked that droplet off Brad's dick. Then wrap his lips around Brad's head and moved around in a circular motion focusing on Brad's head. “Damm…..you give good head. Boy. Do you want one of these?” Brad held up two unopened syringes in his hand. Noah didn't know what to say and was wondering whether Brad knew he gets high or if he's just trying his luck. Brad saw Noah's face and thought he seems confused so he held up an orange cap in his other hand and said “I saw this in your bathroom. It was just on the bathroom counter so I assumed you like to have fun” then he gave Noah a big smile. Noah thought “damn it. I left that out? I'm an idiot”. Before Noah went to the grocery store, he went over to some guy's house and got fucked by 3 anonymous guys. He was already high from smoking so he decided to slam him before he go to his hookup. Noah gave Brad a few nods then Brad teased him and said “I don't know what that meant” and continued to smile and enjoy Noah’s mouth. “Yes” Noah responded “Yes what?” Brad asked “Yes daddy. Please slam me” Noah said while he slowly slid his mouth along Brad’s dick and watched it slowly disappear in his mouth, feeling it deeper and deeper in his throat. Both of his hands are twirling around his own nipples. “That's a good boy. Do you have distilled water?” Brad asked Noah point to a cabin door just behind Brad “Perfect. Do you want to take it to the bedroom or out here in the living room” Brad asked. Noah knew his place playing the submissive role and did not stop sucking Brad’s dick to answer the question. Brad got even more excited that Noah passed the sub 101 test. Both of his hands grabbed the back of Noah's head and said “let daddy test how your throat feels once then we can smoke a little bit, ok boy. Hold still and look at me. Look at me” Brad didn't notice it earlier but Noah's eyes are still slightly dilated. He must still be feeling his high from earlier. “Now take a deep breath and relax your throat. You can tap on my legs if I go too fast. Now relax….. relax. Keep all of your focus on daddy's dick. Feel where it is then open up a path to your throat for Daddy's dick” Noah can barely open his mouth big enough to his Brad's dick in. A third of the way in, Noah tapped on Brad's legs. Immediately Brad let loose of his head but he quickly said “I won't push but you are not allowed to take my dick out until your nose touches my pube. Understood?” With Brad's dick in his mouth Noah couldn't not this time so he gave Brad a thumb up. Brad's hands let but they are still behind Noah's head. “Take a deep breath with your nose and slowly let it out…….. do it two more times and look at me when you do it” Brad's teal color eyes maintain eye contact with Noah and smiled at him with the look of approval “Now. Take another deep breath then instead of letting it out from your nose. I want you to say ‘ahh’ and let the air out slowly and evenly, lasting as long as you can. As soon as your nose touches my pube we'll take a break, ok? Noah gave Brad a thumb up once more then held Noah's head with the same amount of tension just moments ago. “Hang on. I almost forgot. It's your lucky day bc I just got it today” Brad pulled out maximum impact and a nicely folded rag from his bag, he sprayed rag, folded a thin layer over the spot he sprayed it on then he quickly covered Noah's nose with it. “Take it in as much as you can for daddy. As much as you need to surrender your throat Noah's felt the aerosol breeze into his nostrils and repeated it two more times. The last thing he heard Brad said was “now relax and say ah”. Even though Brad continued to give Noah instructions to open up, he couldn't hear what he said for a few seconds. The pulsing darkness closed in on him very quickly. He could feel Brad’s dick going deeper in his throat while his eyes were closed. Brad still held on to the back of his head tightly and brought him forward. “Oh damn….good job boy it feels amazing” Maximum impact finally gradually wore off. Noah could feel Brad's dick moving back and forth in his throat but he didn't remember that he got it in all the way but he realized he did when he opened his eyes. Realizing what was happening, his gag reflex all the sudden kicked in. Brad let him go this time but the sensation of his dick pulling out of his throat felt weird and made him choke for a second. He coughed a few times then he felt Brad lifting him up by his armpit then he wrap one arm behind him around his waist and ass pulling him closer and the other grab the back of his head and made out with him. Brad’s hard cock pressing against him. Noah grabbed it with his hand and was amazed by its girth. “I can't believe that went all the way in my throat” he thought Two of them passionately made out. The tongue battles in their locker mouth until Brad finally broke the kiss. Noah backed away and saw Brad had the biggest smile on his face. “You are a lot more fun than I expected” Brad said “go get you stuff. Mind if I hop in the shower for a rinse?” Brad pointed at the bathroom and asked. “Of course. I'll be out here.” Noah said “No. Not at all” Noaj started walking to his bedroom to get the bong That throat fuck was so good and it's keeping Brad rock hard all through the shower. Brad shocked his bad with cold water right before he got out. Fragrance for the sopa will keep him smelling good for a little while. He put on Noah's half see through robe and walked out of the bathroom. In the living room, Noah had pushed the ottoman together and had porn up on the Tv. He's wore just a pair of red jockstrap and hitting the bong. Brad walked into the kitchen to make the 3 points. He's hoping Luke follows through with his end of the bargain. “That color looks good on you” Brad complimented Noah’s jock as he join him. Noah is slightly tanned and has each of his nipple pierced with a bar. “Remember the guy I was with when I met you the first time? Mind if he joins us?” “Yeah. I thought you two were together to be honest. I jo that night thinking about you two. I can't believe you are in my place. Of course he can join us” Noah said “Then do me a favor. Hit that bong good, blow it on my dick” but first, open your mouth. Noah followed Brad's instruction and his mouth wide. Brad gave him a pill and watched him swallowed it then said “vitamin K” “Oh what!? I've never had it before” Noah said with excitement then took a hit of the bong.Noah blew a good cloud on Brad's soft dick, The first few pictures he couldn't even see Noah's face. Then Noah proceeded to suck on his cock and it quickly grew in his mouth. He learned well….he already knew that occasionally deep throat like they did in the kitchen is what Brad loves. “Fuck…” Noah followed up with an expected blow job. Noah wrapped his lips tightly on the head of his dick with his hand wrapped around the base of his dick. He could hardly focus enough to finish sending the message. He quickly sent the message out to Luke and said ‘door is unlocked’ then threw his phone to the corner of the couch and he proceeded to set the points down on a tray. Noah stopped for a second and grabbed a gas mask and asked “do you want to try this, daddy” Hearing Noah calling him Daddy again made Brad’s cock twitch. “Sure,” Brad said. Noah showed him how to connect everything while Brad load up the bowl. Brad took a hit without a mask on and blew it into Noah's mouth and made out with him for a little. As Brad put the mask on he asked “what's the other tube for?” Noah grabbed the bong and took a nice hit himself then unscrewed the other tube and filled Brad’s mask with smoke. “Holy shit. I can't see anything” Noah handed him the lighter and the bong back. He's feeling that pill coming on now. All he can think about is sucking Brad's cock. He opened up Brad’s rope and looked at Brad with his dilated eyes and asked “May I daddy?” Something about someone older calling him daddy was just so thrilling for Brad. He had to inhale the smoke out of his mask to see what Noah was even asking. “All yours boy” then he grabbed a bong and took a nice long and steady hit until his mask was filled with smoke. The smoke only got thicker when he exhaled. The mask actually got a good buzz going for him. Since he couldn't see anything, he decided to lean back and feel the pleasure that Noah was giving him through his mouth. Noah's hands were playing with his balls. Occasionally tucked it when he swallowed the whole thing in his throat. Noah's hand was applying pressure to his inner thighs. Brad started moaning out loud in the mask. Naturally he opened his legs wider and wider. Noah then moved one of his hands to massage Brad's taint. Brad finally could see Noah again but all he saw was his dark hair in between his legs. He took a hit of the bong again then tapped Noah's shoulder and signaled him to hit the bong and said that he's good for now. Noah blew the smoke in Brad's mask through a tube then grabbed another attachment that was pre soaked with popper and attached the tube to it. He immediately got back to massaging Brad's taint and started deep throat fucking himself. “Ahh ahhh Ahhhh fuck. You're so good” Brad said. He had no idea Noah attached the popper to his mask and started to get lost a bit under the mask. Brad's legs are open wide enough that Noah pulled him forward so he is on his back more then raised his legs up, pushing them back toward Brad. Brad's hole is now exposed in the air. Noah then devours Brad's hole. It's been a while since anyone rim Brad. All Brad knows is he has never felt so good. He still doesn't realize the popper is attached to his mask. Everything Noah does is just an overwhelming amount of pleasure that he couldn't quite tell what exactly Noah was doing anymore. He was moaning loudly before then he got even louder when Noah’s hand reached up and pinched his nipples. Noah is done rimming Brad's hole and is now using his rolled up tongue fucking Brad's pink hole. The louder Brad moan then more turned on he was. He loved the verbal feedback, letting him know how well he's doing to please Brad. The smoke in Brad's mask began clear but with more space to diffuse, Brad could only see black and was moaning uncontrollably. This pleasure was not what he had expected but he loved it. Noah exposed his rock hard 8.5 in dick and began sliding his shaft up and down along Brad's butt. Brad was so high and relaxed that occasionally when Noah's dick slided upward, Brad's hole would catch the head of Noah's dick and took it in partially but Noah was only focusing on sliding his dick up and down. He started pinching Brad’s nipples harder. “Does Daddy want this dick in him?” Noah asked “Daddy's hole seems so hungry” Brad was a little lost in his own world because he took the same pill he gave to Noah. He heard what Noah said to him so his hands reached down and spread his cheeks open and said “Yes. Give Daddy your cock. Fill me up. Ahh ahhhh” Brad felt Noah’s dick inching his way in. He doesn't bottom often but Noah's cock felt amazing. “Ohhhh….. daddy's cunt hole is amazing '' Brad's hole wrapped Noah's dick with just the right amount of tightness. Noah held his dick in place and grabbed a the a took and big hit then reattached everything so the smoke goes right back into Brad's mask. Brad's mask is filled with smoke and he couldn't see anything again. The more he tried to clear the smoke, the more popper pume he inhales, making his hole a perfect tool to milk Noah's cock. Noah push Brad's legs even higher and got on the couch fucking Brad at an angel top down. His balls slapping against Brad's butt at a steady rhythm. Brad was moaning at the top of his lungs but only less than half of that sound escaped from the mask. “Daddy's hole….is so fuckin good….. You wanna be bred?” Noah reached and took the mask off Brad's face. Brad's face was blushing and looked like he was in ecstasy. Brad voluntarily held his legs up for Noah. “Fuck me boy. Show Daddy what you got. Come on” Noah reached out and choked Brad with his right while his left wrapped around Brad's leg and got on his knees on the couch penetrating Brad hole hard. Moments later Noah started to grunt. “here it comes. Ahh aaahhhhh here it comes “ Noah yelled “Yeah baby. Fill up Daddy cunt hole” then Noah flooded Brad's hole with waves of cum. Far more than Brad was ready for. The two remain steady in the same position. Noah cum so fucking much Brad could feel his cum dripping deeper in him. Noah slowly pulled his dick out. It was then they heard someone clapping. It was Luke. He came in right when Noah got rough and was reaching orgasm and even recorded that hot pounding session. It was not a sight he had expected but he certainly didn't hate it. “Sorry. I didn't want to disturb when I came in” Luke said. Luke had already stripped down to a pair of yellow jocks and his cock sticking out of his jock’s waistband. Drinks? He handed Noah and Brad each a bottle of Gatorade and before they started drinking it. He pulled out a tall brown bottle and said “anyone wanna spice up your Gatorade”. Brad and Noah hesitated for a second but both reached out with their open bottle to Luke.

Niall could see Dave was game and over the next couple of minutes introduced a second finger, then a third, widening his apprentice up in anticipation of mounting the sexy young man and popping his cherry. Tommo steped back from Dave and turned to Niall, "how long since we stopped drinking?", "Bout two hours I'd say". With that Tom walked to the fridge and took out a jar of clear liquid, a small syringe and three glasses.Niall removed his fingers from Dave stood up and guided his apprentice over to the counter top. Sensing Dave's curiosity Niall explained that Tommo was pouring them each a shot of G. "If you think the T is fun, just wait until you try this" Niall said with a cheeky smirk. "Drink up lads" Tommo announced, as the men downed their shot mixed with coke. Dave followed the lead of the others, downing the shot in one. Niall saw the look in his face, "I get it lad, not a great aftertaste but trust me, it's worth it". Dave suddenly felt lighter, hornier than previously, he turned to Tommo who grabbed his face, pulling him into a hard kiss, from behind Niall began kissing his neck, slowly bringing his arms around Dave, reaching and feeling over his chest before focusing in on his nipples. Dave was in heaven, the two older men overwhelming his sensations. "Think he's ready" a voice proclaimed. Dave was led back to the couch and laid down across it. He looked up to see Tommo above him, looking straight into his eyes, "oh lad, you're a hot fucker, I can't wait for my turn", Dave just smiled as Tommo began massaging his chest. He then felt his legs being lifted up and the couch dipped as Niall positioned himself. As a reassuring voice kept telling Dave how sexy he was and how well he was doing a warm, wet liquid started dripping over his hole. The familiar feeling of fingers slowly entering him caused a moan to escape his lips, "shhhh" Tommo replied, "it's okay kiddo, we're gonna take good care with you" slowly lowering his face to Dave's, kissing him again. Dave felt Niall's fingers leave his hole, but something bigger replaced them, throbbing at his entrance. Niall's cock began pushing against the young man's sphincter, slowly moving itself in bit bit bit. Dave's body reacted, trying to adjust to the initial discomfort but he was held and told to calm and relax. After a few moments he allowed Niall further inside him. Niall was loving the feeling of the virgin hole engulfing his cock. He knew he needed to take care not to hurt his boy and wanted to ensure Dave felt the pleasure as much as he did. Over the next while Niall moved his cock back and forth, easing further and further into Dave with each following push. When he was in fully he paused, allowing Dave to fully get used to the feeling. Sweat was dripping from his brow as the heat of the atmosphere rose steadily. Dave was moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain he hadn't experienced before. Tommo had moved to another seat, pulling his own cock at the sight of hos buddy mounting the young stud in front of him. "Fuck yeah, can't wait to see you ride him" he whispered to Niall.

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

Two load Tuesdays So I get a message from a man I have frequently bottomed for. Great cock! and usually multi cummer too. So I get to his place grab a sports drink from the fridge. Mind you ive been SUPER horned up all day. been craving a Raw cock to breed my bubble butt! so I walk into his room. he's watching some hot Tage team porn of these 2 hung daddy types pounding this twink that looks unconscious but he wasn't he was just im the moment!! we all been there He says, "Boy get my dick wet, that's all the lube you get for now" so I slurped on thar thick, 7in precum soaked cock for 3 secs before he sprang up, flipped me over, push my back down and rammed that cock balls deep I love this role play with him but like a heads up first but I slipped into character quick and asked him to ease up. "no boy," as he pounds away, "I've got a BIG suprise for you and he is walking in right now, but stay right there face down. no peeking no talking." My heart is pounding in my chest with excitement. suddenly a HUGE Mushroom tip cock smacks my hole 3 times, and it was a wet smack, ***smack*** ***smack*** ***smack*** A deep voice says, "you ready for my monster cock?" see trick question, in this case I'm not allowed to speak unless granted. "Wow, you are right man, he is a good boy. listens as he should, now speak " thank you sir, and yes sir I am ready for your Monster cock sir" " when im done you might not be able to walk for about 20 minutes, most guys lose the feeling in their legs from either the size or the pounding your gona get. but I promise, you will be back for more," right then he grabbed my hips and started to just push that huge to in, finally my hole opened, only a little bit. I let out a sharp moan, and he says, "aww does the boy need lube? speak." sir yes sir please sir." He spits in his dick that the head is in my pulsing hole and shaft of if massive cock and says, "that's enough, haha, now you may look and see what it looks like before I go balls deep," thank you sir.... I turn to take a look, and this MF has at least a 13 Maybe fuckin 14 inch, coke can thick, cock. Sir can I please have more lube" he smack my face and Said, " naughty boy know better to talk without permission," all I remember from that second was sharp sharp stabbing pain inside me, as he no mercy, no lube, firmly went balls deep in me I blacked out from the pain for at least 5 seconds. he is lookin at me with these fierce eyes laughing when i came too. " ah I love when they pass out when I do that." he literally ripped my hole he had to of. I try to scream my safe word and his giant hand goes over my mouth and he said, " Nope didn't hear it," and continued to just wrecking my hole. after awhile I didn't feel anything down there. what seemed like hours was only 1.5 hours. and suddenly he grabs my head pulls toward in and opens my mouth and spits it in. and says "are you ready to feel ropes of cum fill you? with tears in eyes but a shit grin on my face. his cock started pulsing so much it felt like his cock doubled in size 5 minite I swear he shot so much cum in me. then smacks my ass and pulled out fast that it almost made a POP sound cuz of that giant head. HES all yours now, careful look at my load, there's a lil pink in it. and they got quiet and chucked as his friend left laughing. then the guy I usually met frequently turns around with a crazy look on his face and says now now it's my turn. as I look down he is wearing an extender thing on his cock that had like texture wave and half marble sized balls on the shift. he put something up to my noise and told me to breath in. he did the other nostile too. within seconds my mi.d and body didn't care what was pressing up to my hole. I literally started pushing towards him. He says, I fn knew you would love it. tjen again... balls deep and this time i blacked out for awhile. but he kept going for at least 20 min. I feel a smack on my face. hey wake up, I'm gona....cum...and bam he shot even more than the last guy. that it was squirting out the side of my now wrecked hole. and what I didn't realize is as he walked away. there was a bio hazard tat about the left cheek. I sudden panicked for one second. until I looked down and my cock was rock hard. and shooting cum. Now boy. you may leave. when you are able to walk. I know you didn't expect that but we've been wanting to tear that hole for so long. you may become part of our family it our seed takes. I never said I wanted poz seed. then he said, "well we know you chased before years back. we were the ones you ghosted" Now, don't act Like you don't want it. I lay back down looking at the ceiling and now notice the biohazard sign painted in red on the ceiling, bloody cum dripping out of my wreaked hole. memories from years back of me on poz porn sites, jerking off wanting rhe bottom to be me. I started to get hard. as the guy smiles and says," see? told ya." "what do you say?' SPEAK, "Thank you master." to be continued*****

It’s 5 pm here. After weeks of going up and down on Grindr, looking for the perfect match to satisfy my cravings, just today happened to be the day. I’m in my mid thirties good looking guy on the otter side, muscular, toned and brunette with a pretty face. I’ve Been chatting with this particular guy for months, maybe years I would say, never ended up actually meeting for several reasons. Mostly cause I’m partnered and didn’t want to get into trouble. But today was different, it’s been almost three four days I wake up with the need of being bent over and used. Used for real, not in a romantic way. I’m sure you can relate to this. I was online with my usual sexy ass pic, to see if anyone was up for at least some sexting while I was horned up as fuck obviously. He texted me, saying he was really horny and needed to cum. ‘Oh well here the nice chat comes’ I thought, I can get a nice jerk off out of it. He’s very good looking on his late forties, massive and taller than me. Tanned skin gorgeous facial features at least from his pictures. We went on talking on Grindr and I told him I was naked on bed horny and I’ve shared my location, but you know, in a countryside town that doesn’t really mean much. Distances are a thing and also timing wasn’t the best so yeah I thought why not been extra meticulous sharing details. Half an hour later he texted me with a pic of my gate entrance. I was utterly shocked. Shit, he really came all the way. In a sprint I’ve grabbed my pants, tidied up the doable and I was at the door pretending not to be surprised. ‘Hey, you are here’ I’ve smirked. He was indeed massive, tanned skin and gorgeous face. He stepped inside and in one move his tongue was inside my mouth and his left hand touching my hole. In that moment I’ve literally surrendered to his huge arms. To be continued…

Chapter 9: Aggravations In the space of another six months, Steve and Jim were living together full time, in Jim’s condo in West Hollywood. Steve had gone into a lot of research to find a similar program in Los Angeles which would accept college transfer credits from Denver, and he’d had to beg, plead, and argue to get a partial refund of his fees at the half way mark of the year. He’d also had to find someone to sublet his apartment, but that was less of a problem, not least because he’d rented the place furnished so he had no large belongings to deal with. On the other side of the Great Divide, Jim had been working away, too: giving appropriate notice to the roommate who was living in his spare room and using half the space in his refrigerator, and then cleaning and pitching like a madman to make room for all of Steve’s clothes and other belongings when he was ready to move. But they had accomplished all of it, and there they were, securely settled in and in business as a full-time couple. And, as anyone who’s ever moved in with someone else knows, that’s when the real fun begins. Jim often recalled the advice of his older sister, ruefully summing up the reasons why she had split from her first full-time boyfriend. “Jim, a relationship between an early riser and a late owl is doomed to fail.” Jim suspected that Steve was, by nature and habit, a late owl while he himself was an early riser – and he quickly discovered that his suspicions were well-founded. It wasn’t just that Steve, after almost two decades of performing until well past midnight five or more times a week, wanted to sleep in. Jim was surprised to learn that he was apt to be noisy when he was getting up and going in the morning – swearing at every little thing that went wrong, very loudly. Steve would swear too, especially on mornings when Jim’s voice shot him awake but he didn’t need to be up in good time for any particular reason. Then there was the matter of bathroom space. After years of pampering his skin all over, so as to look good on camera or under the stage lights, Steve was used to spreading out his various ointments, creams, and other magic potions over every available inch of the vanity top. Jim protested. He was more of a rough-and-ready guy, taking good care of the main target zones, but otherwise pretty much letting nature take its course – but he did value the idea of having his essentials, from shaving kit to hair brush, right there at hand when needed. The whole hassle of sorting out closet space was another topic of conversation. “You know, Steve, for a guy whose entire career consisted of wearing little to nothing, you’ve sure got a hell of a lot of clothes crammed in here!” “Give me a break, Jim. I got rid of nearly half of it.” The dynamics of the kitchen took some work too. Steve’s “culinary skills” were nearly non-existent in the early running, since he’d spent most of his life for years jetting from gig to gig. Of necessity, then, Jim did most of the cooking to begin with. In time, though, Steve spent some spare hours reading up and watching TV shows, began practising a bit, and quickly proved to have a real aptitude in the kitchen. And that’s when the little disagreements began in the field of culinary arts: “Did you use my favourite knife to cut open a bag of coffee?” versus “Where is that spiral disc for the food processor every time I need it?” Steve grumbled incessantly about the legendary L.A. traffic. Once he got his new college program under way, it took him close to an hour to get to classes, either by taking two “connecting” bus routes that rarely if ever actually connected, or else by taxi, where the relentless meter ticked upwards as they sat in the continuous Los Angeles traffic jam. To Jim, all this was old news, of course, but having to listen to Steve grousing about it got tedious. One day, Jim asked what seemed to him a perfectly obvious question. “You have to travel quite a distance; I can walk to work. Why don’t you just take the car?” Steve hemmed and hawed for a minute, actually feeling embarrassed, like a country bumpkin visiting a big city cousin and not knowing what to say or do. At last, he came out with it. “Jim, I can’t. I don’t have a driver’s licence.” And then, after a moment, he added, “Okay, Jim, you can scrape your jaw up off the floor now.” “You really caught me off guard. Out here, everyone has one. In California, you can’t live without your own wheels.” “I never needed to. I always got a place to stay that was near wherever I was working, and then I walked to whichever venue I was performing or filming in.” One aspect of Steve’s life took a really dramatic upswing after the opening of a new bar called Shooting Stars, not far from their home. They had gone to the grand opening party and a friend of Jim’s had taken them in hand, introducing the new couple to all kinds of men. Steve actually handled the event really well, since he had guessed that he was going to get hit with a hundred different variants of the same question. And sure enough…. “Hey, aren’t you Rod Rammer?” “Not any more. My name’s Steve.” “I’m sure I’ve seen you before.” “I’m sure you have. Name that film.” “What was it like fucking all those hot bottoms?” “A job, like any other job.” “Don’t you miss all that hot playtime in the bedroom?” “Not in the least. I don’t even miss having lights, cameramen, producer, and other assorted lackeys hanging around while I’m doing some guy’s ass a favour.” “Are you and Jim exclusive?” “You’ll have to ask Jim.” And so on. Not to say that everything was a series of frustrations. The two of them never lost the delight in getting to know all about each other, both in bed and out of it. Steve had laid down just one rule in advance. “Jim, I did nothing for years but play top man. I don’t care if I don’t fuck ass again for a long time. A very long time. But I’m up for exploring just about anything else. Or anyone else.” Jim took him at his word. He’d also been doing some exploring since his previous relationship had ended, and wasn’t at all unhappy to keep doing it, especially in such fine company. The two of them would quickly gain a reputation for their hospitality, ranging from drinks and snacks to elaborate dinners – and almost always with a side trip to the bedroom thrown in, except when the fun evolved elsewhere in the condo. Their first guest in their new joint home was a man Jim had previously played with, a Doctor of Psychiatry no less, Dr. Siegfried Magnus – known to all his friends in the gay community as Ziggy. Ziggy was a beefy, muscular man in his late forties with a deceptively calm and gentle voice. No doubt the voice was of great use in his work, but at this dinner party his conversational manner soothed and lulled Steve into letting his guard down. Throughout the meal – an impressive feast of lobster and scallops which Steve had prepared – Jim was trying to conceal a smile, knowing that anything might happen. It did. After dinner, when Steve was stacking the dishes in the dishwasher, he bent down extra low to reach the bottom rack – and suddenly realized that his pants were getting away from him. Quickly. Both layers. His yelp of surprise was rapidly succeeded by a moan of sheer sexual happiness as Ziggy’s tongue found his crack and began stroking and probing his tight ass knot. As Ziggy worked away on him, his moaning got louder and more continuous. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Jim was leaning back against the edge of the kitchen table, clothes off, dick erect, stroking himself – and with a big, horny grin plastered across his face. “You enjoying that, Steve?” Steve nodded happily and then yelped again as Ziggy’s thick finger penetrated his hole and began twisting in and out. Ziggy looked up at Jim. “Here, Jim, why don’t you give him something to quiet him down. You know, not to disturb the neighbours.” Jim walked over and pulled Steve’s shirt off, then pushed him down and planted his cock firmly inside Steve’s mouth. Ziggy pulled his finger out of Steve and proceeded to undress himself rapidly. His cock was jutting fiercely upwards, the head already glistening. He came around next to Jim, and the two of them placed their cocks side by side, giving Steve a choice of meat to suck on – two different grades of prime beef. While Steve was jumping from cock to cock, Jim was playing with Ziggy’s chest, digging into the fur and twisting the nipples to rev Ziggy up even more. “Fuck, yeah, Jim, love it when you pull on my nips like that.” His cock was now leaking even harder, and Steve was enjoying himself slurping up all the juice that oozed out. Ziggy grabbed his head, tilting it up to look in his eyes. “You ready to get fucked, Steve?” “Yeah. Stuff that thing into my hole. I want to feel you inside me.” Ziggy moved back to Steve’s rear end, and tugged Steve’s pants all the way down until he could step out of them. Then Steve spread his feet apart, Jim slid his cock back into Steve’s mouth, and Ziggy planted his tool against Steve’s hole. He leaned on it and Steve’s ass opened right up and sucked him in. “Damn, he really wants it. Look at that ass swallowing my cock whole.” Steve mumbled agreement, his mouth once again full of Jim’s tasty slab of meat. Ziggy pumped slowly in and out of Steve’s hole, feeling it relaxing and then starting to respond, to stroke him, to grab and release as he worked it over. Steve was in fuck heaven, with a thick cock thrusting deep inside him and another tool for him to suck on. His own cock was rigid as a board under him, showing plainly that he didn’t need anyone else’s hole to make him horny. Ziggy hadn’t gotten his dick into such a tight hole for a very long time, and he was enjoying this fuck immensely. So was Jim, who was so turned on by the whole scene that he was getting close to cumming into Steve’s mouth. Steve could sense that Jim was close, and he redoubled his efforts, sucking Jim with even greater intensity. Ziggy too caught the vibe, and speeded up his thrusts into Steve’s ass, hoping to cum right along with Jim. But it was Jim who came first, spurting a huge load deep into Steve’s mouth as Steve gulped and swallowed repeatedly. Ziggy was now pounding into Steve, piledriving his hole with increasing ferocity until he reached the peak, grunted loudly, and pumped several big spurts of his juice into Steve’s happy ass. Finally, the two of them calmed down and pulled out of Steve’s two ends. Steve straightened up, showing the former “Rammer” erect, dark red, and plainly ready to explode on a moment’s notice. “Okay, guys, you’ve had your fun. Now, who wants this?” Ziggy dived onto it, getting the first six inches into his face, and started working his throat on it. In just a few seconds, Steve convulsed into his mouth. In true Rod Rammer style, he shot three times, pulled out and squirted a couple more across Ziggy’s cheeks, and then shoved it back in so Ziggy could get the rest of it. Jim chuckled at the sight of the doctor getting treated to the ex-pornstar’s signature money shot. Finally, the three of them calmed down. “Dammit, now I’m going to have to clean the entire kitchen again,” Jim said, looking at the assorted messes on the floor. They all laughed. Some hours later, when Ziggy had finally left for the night after leaving another load inside Steve’s fuckchute, Steve and Jim were cleaning the kitchen together. Steve was acting grumpy. “You might have warned me, Jim.” “Well, I’d let Ziggy know that you loved to be on the bottom, and I was curious to see what he’d do about it. He’s notorious for his surprise attacks.” Steve grunted. “Hey, Steve, you’re not mad at me – are you?” “Just that, if you’d let me know what I was in for, we could have gotten him over here a lot sooner.” Jim caught sight of that tell-tale twinkle in Steve’s eye just as he was saying the last few words. “Steve, you’re such a joker. For a second, you actually had me worried. Ready for bed now?” “Sure – but not for any more action. Two rounds of Ziggy really strained my limits. You have to remember, I’m still pretty much of a newbie at this bottoming thing.” That gave both of them a good laugh. That adventure, though, was nothing compared to what happened a few weeks later when they were sharing a latte and sandwich lunch at their favourite bakery and coffee spot, The Baked Bean. They had gotten lucky for once, and Jim’s day off work had coincided with Steve’s day of no classes. All the same, they weren’t doing anything really consequential, just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company in a low-key mode. The same was true of their lunch: Steve had opted for a simple chicken salad wrap while Jim was having black forest ham on a poppyseed bun. Their conversation was also not about anything remarkable, just simple little random thoughts and ideas. As they sat there chatting, a shadow loomed over the table. Jim looked up first to see a handsome, well-built man, about the same age as them, gazing down at the couple with a quizzical smile. Jim leaped to his feet. “Alan! Good to see you again!” They embraced, and then Jim motioned to Steve to stand up. “Steve, this is my friend and the guardian angel of the WeHo gay community, Alan Bryors. Alan, my partner, Steve Rotherham.” “Pleased to meet you, Alan.” Steve’s reply and his pasted-on smile were both conventional. Underneath, he knew what was coming next. But Alan surprised him. “Good to meet you, Steve. I had already heard about you and Jim becoming a couple, and about your retirement. My congratulations on both counts.” Steve never stayed surprised for long. “Thank you. Would you like to join us?” The upshot was that Alan sat down with them, and they chatted, very much a three-way conversation, since Steve and Alan immediately liked each other. Before long, Alan had invited the two of them to dinner, and a discussion of dates then evolved. In a few moments, they had fixed it for the following Sunday afternoon at 3:00, “so we have time for a swim and some sun before dinner. Or just the hot tub, if you prefer.” That last bit was tagged on with a sly wink, the first time Alan had showed any hint of sexual interest in Steve. He then excused himself, with impeccable manners, and left the café. That gave Jim a chance to fill Steve in on some details. “Steve, Alan is a filthy stinking rich multi-millionaire. He’s also a top-notch gourmet cook, although he only does that for dinner guests now. Lives in one of the most deluxe penthouses for miles around. It takes up the entire top floor of his building. There’s a big outdoor pool and sundeck on the roof of the building’s other tower, which is lower. His penthouse doesn’t just have a balcony – it has an outdoor terrace, almost as big as a standard apartment, and there’s a hot tub for four there, right outside the glass doors from the living room. The place is incredible – and legendary.” “Hmm. A classic chef – piles of money -- good-looking – and he seems to be in great shape. Sounds just like my kind of guy. Oh, relax, Jim, you don’t need to get that hurt-puppy-dog look on your face, I’m just joking around a bit. I’ve got the best man in the world already, and I don’t need to waste time trying to find myself another one.” “Phew. Dodged that bullet just in time.” They both laughed. But then Jim went on. “And I have to warn you, you might think he’s your kind of guy, but you most definitely are not his type – not even close. His type is a cute, barely-of-age twinkie boy, and he’s always got one in residence. I haven’t met his current one yet. And that’s not all. No idea why, but Alan just loves sloppy seconds. So his boy of the moment is always on the hunt for tops to breed him. That way he can bring a nice sopping wet ass home to Daddy.” Now Steve was the one looking like a depressed basset hound. He asked in a hopeless voice, “Does this mean I’m going to have to fuck his twink du jour?” “You can probably do whatever you want. Alan enjoys sitting and watching while his guests get it on with his boy. He might join in himself, or he might not. Maybe we could do a fuck train with you at the front, me at the back, and the boy in the middle. Wait and see. At the very least we’re going to get a nice sun and swim, and a terrific meal out of the deal.” “Well, that sounds more promising. Jim, what did you mean when you said he was the guardian angel of WeHo?” “Alan is nothing if not unusual. He spends some hefty sums of money on community causes, and on helping out members of the gay community who are in financial straits. I couldn’t even guess a total, but it seems like I hear a new story about him helping someone or something every time I turn around. But he never tries to take credit. The opposite – if they want to list him as a donor or something, he always says it has to be anonymous. Aside from that, he uses his time making money and travelling. If there’s a country he hasn’t seen, I’d like to know where it is.” All of this conversation was making Steve more and more curious about the mysterious Mr. Bryars. When Sunday rolled around, he was all set to find out more. As well, he had saved up his load in his former professional way – just in case. When his guests arrived, Alan showed them to one of the three guest suites off the right-hand side of the immense living room to get changed into something more comfortable. Steve’s eyes were popping left, right, and centre at all the space in the penthouse, the furnishings which were all tastefully unobtrusive but plainly expensive, the outdoor garden around the suite of lounge chairs and the hot tub which he could see through the panoramic glass windows. The guest suite all by itself would have done justice to the upper floors of a luxury hotel. In a few minutes, they met their host back in the living room, ready to head down to the pool on the other wing. Alan had pulled a loose tank top over his brief swimsuit, while his boy of the moment, a tall and well-muscled young man who was now introduced as Ryan, was wearing a tiny string brief that accentuated his firm, round ass, but didn’t cover much else. Jim was wearing small shorts, but Steve had big, baggy jammers. Alan laughed as he said, “Drop the shorts, guys, let’s see what you’re going to show off when we get there.” Jim’s was a snug but less flashy brief. But Steve had… nothing. “Sorry, Steve, but in this building, that won’t do. People in the taller building on the next block can see it all. You have to wear at least something.” “My shorts.” Steve’s voice was a bit tentative. He was still leery of letting the dragon out where people could see it. “That won’t do either. Come here, let me find something for you.” In a few minutes, they were back. Steve was now wearing a high-cut brief that exhibited almost all of him to the world, the front plainly snuggled around a cock that was enormous even when relaxed. Ryan whistled loudly. “Now, Jim, you just have to lose those shorts and we’re good to go.” When the four of them entered the pool area, there were already a round dozen of hot men sunning or lounging in the water. All eyes turned their way. Normally, everyone would be looking at Ryan, or whichever other boy(s) Alan had accompanying him, but now it was Steve’s massive basket that was grabbing all the attention. Ryan noticed that, of course, and was inclined to sulk a bit as a result. Not wanting to sour the atmosphere of the day, Steve made a point of sitting down on Ryan’s other side from Alan so he could engage the boy in conversation. That turned out to be a smart move in more ways than one, because it also deterred the other men on the patio from trying to come over and interrupt. The onlookers assumed that this friendly chat was a prelude to Steve giving Ryan the fuck of a lifetime later on. That may have been true, but Steve was hoping to get it the other way around – which just goes to show how wrong people can be. After they’d sunned for a while, they got into the water and splashed around a bit. Steve, who’d always enjoyed swimming, did a couple of laps underwater before coming up to float on the surface. He was actually relaxing and enjoying the sensation of letting people see his large bulge socially, as it were, and not as part of his former professional life. It helped that the guys around the pool were giving him space and not swarming him. He also guessed that there would be plenty of talk all through the building later on. By now, though, Steve was well on his way to just saying, “Let them talk.” It was yet another attitude shift that he had to make, as he was completing the transition from Rod Rammer, Professional Dick, to Steve Rotherham, All-Around Gay Man. After an hour or so, they headed back up to the penthouse. In the elevator, Ryan asked Alan, “Daddy, how much time do we have before dinner?” “Dinner at seven, as usual. I need to be in the kitchen from six o’clock on.” “Good!” As soon as they entered the penthouse, Ryan turned to Steve and lifted his mouth for a kiss, at the same time palming the championship bulge in Steve’s tiny swimsuit. Steve had been expecting this, especially after he’d chatted Ryan up at the pool, In seconds, the giant head was pushing its way out of the waistband. It didn’t throw him at all, especially when he saw Alan making a similar move towards Jim. Two minutes later, the entire party was camped on Alan’s enormous bed after shedding their wet swimwear in the bathroom. Ryan had Steve’s enormous dick in his mouth, and was struggling to get more of it, as was common with first-time encounters. Alan, having now gotten Jim thoroughly revved up, had lain back against the pillows. He was stroking his cock gently, dreamily, as he watched Jim burying his face inside Ryan’s ass crack. Two hours later, after a fabulous dinner of prime rib with duchesse potatoes and a marinated root salad, the scene on the bed resumed, with all four of them in the same positions. Alan always loved watching his boy get it on with other men, and this scene was like a porn film brought to life – two hot daddies, one with an enormous fucktool, working his boy over from both ends. He was waiting eagerly for his favourite part – watching a hard, rampant cock pushing its way into his sexy boy’s hole. He didn’t have long to wait. Jim straightened up and slapped his hard dick against Ryan’s ass cheeks with resounding smacks, and then lodged the tip inside his crack and began to press inwards. Ryan dropped Steve’s cock for a moment, just long enough to say, “Yes! Give it to me!” before Steve grabbed him by the jaw and shoved his cock right back in and down the boy’s throat. By now, Ryan was managing to swallow a good three-quarters of Steve’s thirteen inches, and Alan was getting increasingly turned on by the sight of his boy being spitroasted by two men, one of them a legendary (albeit retired) porn star. But then the scene took an unexpected turn which soon had Alan pumping his cock even faster before he exerted self discipline, reminding himself to save it for breeding his boy later. Steve had grabbed the lube and pumped some out onto his hand. But then, instead of applying it to the Rammer, he applied some to Ryan’s painfully rigid cock, smeared the rest over and into his own hole, and then backed up and told Ryan to “Go ahead, put it in me.” It’s hard to say which of the two, Alan or Ryan, was more shocked, but Ryan recovered first. He was, after all, a classic example of the young, healthy, American gay male who would never refuse an ass so freely offered. Jim held still while Ryan slowly sank his eight-incher inside Steve’s tight, firm ass until he had it completely inside. Then Jim asked him, “Ryan, have you ever done this before? The fuck train?” Ryan shook his head no. “Okay, then, it’s all up to you. Steve and I will hold still, you just have to slide back and forth between us. Got it?” Ryan certainly got it in a hurry. In no time, he was sliding back and forth between the two older men while they urged him on with moans and exclamations. It was Steve who first said, “Faster, come on, faster. Pound me like you mean it!” Jim had to hang on for the ride as Ryan notched his speed up several gears. But there was no way it could last for long. As with most youngsters, Ryan simply got too excited, too quickly, and in just moments more he was slamming up against Steve’s butt with his hips while his quivering cock ejected multiple bursts of his potent young sperm deep inside Steve’s body. He cried aloud as he exploded, and that set Jim off right after, taking just a few more seconds to peak and to breed Ryan’s hot young hole. After another minute or so, they fell apart and flopped down on the bed, still gasping for breath. Alan hated to intrude, but there was something he had hoped would happen – and so far, it hadn’t. “Steve, did you cum?” “No, I didn’t.” “Would you like to take his load as well, my boy?” “Oooh, yes, daddy!” Steve remembered everything Jim had told him, and he knew that he was trapped. He pulled Ryan over to him. “Okay, Ryan, hop on. Just go easy on yourself.” Ryan had never taken such a huge cock before, and he had quite a struggle. Steve was transported in his memories right back to his very first time in Boston, as he’d watched Calum go through the same epic battle almost twenty years earlier. Finally Ryan pushed far enough to get all of the head inside. It was all he could manage. Steve took pity on him, and said, “That’s good enough. Here, roll on your side.” Steve rolled right with him into the big spoon position. He then started nudging Ryan’s ass gently, in a bit, out a bit, pulling the head until it was almost trapped in the ring again, and then popping it back inside. Then he held still and grabbed the shaft of his tool, giving it five ferocious yanks until his orgasm exploded deep inside the boy. Ryan was so full with those two loads from Jim and Steve that it was spurting out around Steve’s cockhead even before he’d finished loading Ryan up. Alan beamed with happiness. After Jim and Steve headed off to shower together in the enormous ensuite, Alan lay down with Ryan. “Tell me, boy, what did that feel like – when you were doing the fuck train?” “Daddy, it’s the most incredible feeling, getting fucked and fucking all at the same time. I got so horny, and I pumped the biggest load I’ve had in months into Steve’s ass. And he thanked me for breeding him so well.” Alan smiled. “It certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself. Maybe I should try that myself some day. Do you feel like taking another load tonight?” “If it’s your load, daddy, that’s the one I want most of all.” Alan beamed again. He knew Ryan was playing the game, saying what he thought his daddy wanted to hear, but he was impressed at how sincere Ryan sounded. Just then, Steve and Jim emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed again, to the spectacle of Ryan kneeling over Alan and sucking his daddy’s cock into a raging erection. Alan’s legendary politeness came to the fore. “I’m so sorry, gentlemen. It’s very impolite of me, but would you mind terribly showing yourselves out?” Jim smiled as he responded with equal aplomb. “Not at all, Alan.” Steve added, “Thank you for a fantastic dinner and entertaining evening. Ryan mumbled something that sounded like “Goo nigh” around the tool in his mouth. After their guests left, it took only a couple of minutes more before he came off his sucking job, threw a brilliant smile of sheer lust at Alan, and then turned around and backed up onto Alan’s rigid tool. The truth was that Ryan, although pretty inexperienced to begin with, had turned into a complete cock slut since Alan had taken him on, and was always up for a good hard fuck and yet another good big load – so much so, in fact, that providing his daddy with a nice wet hole had become secondary to getting bred for his own pleasure. Alan didn’t mind a bit. He loved his newest boy’s enthusiasm for cockloads of sperm in his tight channel, and he definitely loved the way Ryan was learning to work his ass and stroke his daddy’s erection as Alan plowed into him. On this occasion, the amount of juice already inside Ryan’s fuck tunnel was squeezing out, making squishing and smacking sounds, as Alan drove his way in. It didn’t take long at all. Alan was immensely turned on by all that warm, wet sperm inside his boy’s hole, and his own cock became painfully rigid as he fucked – his need to cum, to breed, overwhelming all his normal methodical approach. In seconds he slammed down hard, blasting a third huge load into Ryan’s sweet ass, and then giving short, sharp little thrusts to force it as far in as he could get it to go. He then collapsed across his boy’s body, stroking the young man gently and kissing his shoulder as he stirred his cock around inside that hot ass. “Mmm, that was wonderful. Thank you, Ryan.” It was a measure of how pleased he was that he mentioned Ryan by name, instead of just calling him “my boy.” Down on the street, as Steve and Jim were walking home together, Steve confessed that the whole scene had felt a bit weird to him. “Why? Because Alan was watching us do his boy?” “No, not that. I’m more than used to having sex with people watching me. No, it’s because of the name: Ryan. It kind of freaked me out a bit because of the first Ryan I met, when I’d been in New York for about five years. It turned out that he was just a year behind me in high school back in Nova Scotia. He told me that my coming-out, in spite of the near-violent ending, had given him the courage to do it too – and there he was, scraping a hard living in New York City, without documents or anything.” “You had sex with him?” “Once. And then I gave him some good, fatherly advice a few times in a café or on the phone. Haven’t actually seen him in years. But this guy didn’t look at all like him. It was just the name that threw me.” Although that evening with Alan and Ryan ranked among the more memorable, Steve and Jim had a number of other entertaining encounters with various guys in and around WeHo. That aspect of their lives speeded up after Steve finished his college diploma program with highest honours, and promptly got a management job with a gay-owned company which operated half a dozen varying hospitality businesses in and around WeHo, Santa Monica, and Venice Beach, including their favourite bar, Shooting Stars, and their café of choice, The Baked Bean. Jim, too, got a nice little promotion in his office job with a finance company, and with the boost to their income they were able to relocate from their current apartment to the penthouse on the top floor of the building. It was a far cry from the palace in the sky owned by Alan Bryors, two blocks away, but it was certainly spacious and had a good view, so they were happy with the added space and natural light. And then, one day, the Hawaiian Nine called. Steve hadn’t talked to him in person for years, but they had touched base from time to time since that memorable trip to the Caribbean. Now, it was almost ten years later, and Steve’s life was totally different from what it had been then. Daniel, for his part, had risen higher and higher in the business, making his wholly-owned company, Hawaiian Nine Films, into a byword for excellence and hotness in gayporn. Much of the work was financed through the extra income he got from buying a totally different company, Twink Heaven Films, and rebranding it as “Twink Heaven by Hawaiian Nine Films.” They had him over for dinner, giving him a chance to meet Jim, and in his quiet way he got along well with the two of them in their new status as a couple. All the time, though, Daniel was assessing the chances of making his idea work, trying to get the measure of Jim and of his relationship with Steve. Jim, for his part, sensed immediately that vibe which told him that their guest was all about the business, the whole business, and nothing but the business. Jim certainly wasn’t relying on the comments Steve had made to that effect. He could tell that their dinner guest had something he needed to say, something big that was pressing on him to let it out. Jim was mentally crossing his fingers that this millionaire porn star and producer wasn’t going to fuck up their new life. Finally, after dinner, over another drink in the living room, Daniel let it out. “Jim, I’m going to include you in this as well as Steve, but both of you have to keep it strictly between us.” They both nodded. “My long-term plan: I’m fed up with the porn biz and I’m about ready to make my exit. Problem is, I really have no kind of backup plan for my life and no other sets of skills that are marketable, because I’ve done nothing but work in porn ever since I was – well, let’s just say “a few months past age eighteen” and leave it at that. I’m going to need to figure out my next move, a new career direction. Before I can pull the plug, I need to make a couple more really spectacular films. That will raise the value of the company to the point where I can financially secure my future when I sell it.” “And after that?” Steve was curious where this was heading. “I don’t know yet. I want to take some time off from everything and everyone, just to get my life and my head in order. I can’t do that around here, with people constantly prying and digging and spreading rumours about me. Kind of an Operation Fresh Start – like what you did, Steve, only not. But you’re the one who gave me the idea, when you vanished so thoroughly and then turned up again as half of an awesome couple.” “I hope it works out for you as well as it did for us.” Jim was genuinely sympathetic; he knew what the struggle had cost Steve, and he hoped Daniel would be able to get out as well. He also knew, by reputation, how rare it was for Daniel to be open with anyone else about any aspect of his life. Jim appreciated the trust Daniel was placing in them -- but he was still being a bit wary of where this was all leading. “So here’s what I want to do. As I said, a couple more really spectacular films that will take the sales right through the roof. I thought we should bring Rod Rammer out of retirement.” Jim was giving a very credible imitation of a man who had just seen Medusa face to face. His stony expression spoke volumes, even though he didn’t say a word. His worst fears were being realized. Steve could feel it coming out of him in strong waves. Daniel, too, had felt the social temperature drop, but he plunged ahead anyway. “It would make a great bonus scene for one of my last films being the one where the Hawaiian Nine fucks and breeds Rod Rammer on camera. I got the idea when I remembered how much you enjoyed me giving it to you after that shoot in Puerta Escapada.” A long silent pause followed. At last Steve spoke. “Daniel, I’d like to be able to help you out, but doing something like that – I’d have to think very long and very carefully, and we’d certainly have to talk it over between us. I can’t give you an answer right now, but I’ll let you know in a few days. And we won’t tell anyone else.” Daniel knew that the party was over with that. He stood, thanked them for dinner, and they saw him out the door. After he left, Jim said nothing, other than, “Let’s clean up and get to bed. I have an early start in the morning.” Nothing more was said until they were in bed together. Both were lying on their left sides, with Jim facing away from Steve. Then Steve put his head right on Jim’s shoulder and said, “I love you, Jim.” The only response was a sigh. “Why the sigh, love?” Jim thought long and hard about how he wanted to say what was troubling him. Then: “I’m afraid that this idea of Daniel’s could ruin our relationship, and I don’t want to lose you.” “You’re not going to lose me, I promise you that. You saved me from myself, and I’d be worse than a fool if I walked away from you. That’s not going to happen.” Jim turned over and looked Steve right in the eye. “You’re thinking of doing his film, aren’t you?” “Yes – or at least part of me feels that way. But I can’t figure out yet why I am getting that feeling. I need to sleep on it and try to pin down where that desire to say yes is coming from. Then I’ll know how to deal with it.” With that, Jim thawed out. “I love you, Steve.” They kissed again, and then fell asleep facing each other. But the tension over Daniel’s business proposal still hovered in the air.

I used to work in Atlanta a lot. Got there once a month. Met a deaf guy on BBRT there. He’s young and hot and super hung. I’d say 10” x 7” girth. We had some of the hottest sex you can imagine. I was so stretched after he used my hole. He was poz undetectable on meds. Recently he texted me to say he misses my hole. He also told me he stopped taking meds 4 months ago. I immediately started checking on flights to Atlanta. Holy fuck. My ideal top and now toxic. Doesn’t get any better than that.

Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. Thanks @Gor213 Fuck made me think instantly of my first tattoo…. Just the same a biohazard ☣️ right above my ass

-Chris I came to lying on a couch. I heard a moaning noise coming from my side and looked over. On a bed was a man with a massive hairy back pounding into someone who has their thin legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much master please breed me give me more of your poison” I heard from a voice that sounded just like Martin. Shocked I stood up and walked towards the bed where I saw Martin taking the cock of the man Greg had been referring to as boss. “What the fuck” I asked in shock “Oh good you’re up” the man said as he wrapped his arms around my boyfriend and pulled him to his chest all the while pounding into him. “My balls could use some attention so slid down and start sucking” “No fucking way asshole I’m not sucking your balls while you fuck my boyfriend” “Shut the fuck up and do as your told Chris if you’re gonna be rude to master you might as well leave” Martin said between his moans “What the fuck are you doing Martin how could you do this to me and then take his side” I asked confused “I’m - uh- always on- oh fuck-masters side Chris” Martin moaned out “I’m -oh yes right there master- I’m just trying to help you Chris” “The fuck do you mean help me” I asked when suddenly the man lifted Martin off him and stood up off the bed “Alright listen here faggot you’re going to do as me and my boy say or you’re gonna leave and never see him again” the man said towering over me with a massive wet cock glistening between his legs. Martin stood up of the bed, what looked like cum flowing out of his legs as he did before coming right up to me and kneeing me hard in the balls. “You’re such a pathetic piece of shit Chris. I try to share my life with you and all you do is bitch and fucking moan” he said continuously kneeing my nuts for emphasis “I could’ve broken up with you years ago and given myself fully to master but no I told him that even if I didn’t love you like I did him I still wanted you to experience the exctasy that master has to offer” he yelled at me as I collapse to the floor in pain “ and now that I’m giving you the chance to recieve the greatest gift and your saying I’m cheating on you. I mean fucking seriously you’re barely a man with that pathetic fucking cock and if anything I’ve been cheating on master with you cause I love him in ways I never loved you. And are you really so stupid you never realized that I would come hope gaped and full of cum and you would just happily pump away for a few seconds into your condom like the sissy bitch you are” “Now master is gonna keep breeding my ass and you will sit there licking his balls or his ass or even eating his fucking shit if he asks you to because your opinion doesn’t fucking matter now start sucking cuck” martin screamed as master began pounding into him again Martin had been cheating on me for years I thought in shock and worse he said he loved master more than me. I still didn’t want to leave Martin though I loved him and maybe I just had to show him I could sacrifice to win him back I thought as I got to my knees between Martin and master and began sucking his massive hairy balls. The smelled of sweat and tasted of lube and cum but as I sucked and felt the love of my life cum onto my back from another man’s cock I found that my own cock was rock hard.

I have always loved sloppy seconds (or much more) but my Fetish over time is to almost NEVER fuck an ass that does not have a load in it. I like to take any new to me guys to a park or the baths or invite a Grindr Top over to pre-fuck the bottom. My first question to all bottoms I meet on sites is "when did you last get fucked?" I am turned off when they say weeks or months or a long time. I am not jealous when guys I date play around - its a huge turn-on they go take random loads and Always come back for mine. Recent a bottom wanted me to fuck him in the park - he was very aggressive to get my load in him, but he kept saying he had not been fucked in months. (why do so many role play the virgin or near virgin ?) anyway we made out but I waited until a few more guys joined us and arranged for the bottom to take a few random loads first - then I was hard like I had taken a pill to breed him. Is that a Fetish? I think so

I fucking love doing this. And pulling them out of the trash cans at the ABS.

Part 8 Senator Gregory White (2013) “We can’t continue allowing people like this to influence the younger generation,” I said, staring down the reporter. She was smiling at me, her eyes focused on mine when she wasn’t looking me over. She had large eyes, expressive. I was wondering what I could get them to express if given the chance. “Elaborate,” she said, emphasizing her lips as she spoke, almost pouting. It’s as if she was trying to make me imagine what her lips would feel like on mine. Though, that’s not where I’d want her lips to go. “The people of Virginia don’t want their children to be interacting with people who are, forgive the word, predators.” “Are you saying that you believe members of the LGBTQIA+ community, specifically gay men, to be predators, Senator White?” “I believe that there are individuals my voters are afraid of having around their children,” I explained. “There are dangers my constituents are aware of when it comes to the gay community, and I’m here to make sure your viewers are made to understand this.” “And you stand by these opinions even though you’re receiving significant backlash.” “I’m a strong man,” I told her, smirking. “I’m not easily knocked down just because someone pushes back. I’m working to get our society back to normal.” “And by that you mean the whole husband and wife scenario? Having 2.5 kids, the white fence, the perfect house with the front yard?” “I mean having what America has always seen as being suitable,” I told her. “And by that, you mean normal?” “For the lack of a better word.” “You aren’t married, though, are you Senator White?” she asked. “Not as of yet,” I said, smiling. Knowing the camera was only focused on my face, I reached my hand down to my crotch and gently rubbed over my growing bulge, making sure the reporter would see. “I’m too busy making sure I’m able to act as the voice of the people, but I always make sure to make time for what is important.” “And with that,” she said, “I thank you, Senator White, for giving us your time. Until tomorrow night, I am Jessica Latmore. Goodnight.” “And we’re clear,” a voice on the other side of the bright lights said. I could hear commotion around us as Jessica handed off her tablet to an assistant. “That went well,” I said. “If you say so, Senator.” “I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure about you interviewing me instead of Chester Reeves, but you managed to do well enough.” She stared at me, a brow raised. “Did I? Well, I’m so glad you think so.” “Don’t worry that you’re not as quick on your feet as Chester. You’ll get there over time. I’ll remind you, interviewing political figures like myself isn’t always easy.” “And I would like to remind you,” she said, her tone shifting, “that you were the one who brought up the gay community, not me.” “Why say that?” “So that when your team starts telling you that your numbers are dropping and you’re getting a ton more hate-mail than usual, you can’t blame me for making you say anything you didn’t want to say. You did that all on your own.” “I just tell it like it is,” I told her, moving forward in my seat, my bulge hanging over the edge, more pronounced. I could see her eyes looking down at it, analyzing. “I find people like that about me. Don’t you?” “As a matter of fact,” she said, “my girlfriend and I don’t care for you at all.” She stood up and walked off the set, leaving me sitting alone as the lights were dimmed. __ “I don’t want that bitch ever interviewing me again, do you understand?” “I understand,” my assistant said, typing on his tablet. We sat in a black SUV, heading to my apartment. My face felt warm, my pulse quick, as my anger after the interview had failed to diminish. After leaving the set, I went back to the dressing room they had given me, threw a dish of peanuts at the wall, turned over the coffee table, and stormed out with my assistant running after me. “It’s unprofessional the way she talked to me,” I shouted, kicking the seat in front of me. “And who the fuck has a dyke interview a Republican Senator? What the fuck? I mean, you don’t send a vegan to interview about a barbeque competition.” “I’ll speak to someone about it, sir.” “You better,” I spat. “This is the kind of shit that gets people fired. Understand?” I leaned back in my seat, my hand moving down to my crotch which had long ago gone flaccid. There was a slight pain in my balls which was driving me insane. The reporter had knowingly gotten me hard just so that I’d be stuck here with blue balls. At the same time, the pain was radiating down to my asshole, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Every time the driver hit a manhole, I felt my manhole tighten and my body shiver from the sensation. Fuck, not again. Why did this happen every time an interview went to hell? “What do I have tomorrow?” “You have a meeting with—” “Cancel it.” “But, sir—” “I said, fucking cancel it. I need the rest of the night off, and I don’t want you disturbing me until Thursday. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” The car pulled up to my apartment and I got out before my assistant could fuck anything else up for me. I’d fire him soon. I only hired him because I fucked his wife and felt guilty about it. That guilt didn’t last long, but I hadn’t found the time to fire him just yet. The fiasco with the lesbian reporter would do the trick. I’m sure it’ll be easy to make it his fault. “Good evening, Senator White,” the residential concierge said. I nodded to him. I knew his name once, but I couldn’t remember it now as I stormed through the lobby and entered the elevator. They seemed to switch men every few months, and I had enough trouble remembering the names of the people who worked for me. I closed my eyes as the elevator rose, trying to calm myself, suddenly seeing before me the reporter’s full lips. I couldn’t believe someone as hot as the reporter would rather eat out a pussy than suck a dick. Then again, the idea of the reporter having her head squeezed between the tight thighs of another woman did get me hard again. My hand reached down and started massaging my bulge, my fingers moving down further to my balls. Fuck. I could still feel the throbbing ache in my ass, the ache which arose only once in a while, especially as things went to hell. During every election period, I found this ache revealing itself again, almost taking control. Normally, I could fuck my way through the ache, let my cock manage the burning which flooded my body, but, every once in a while, there was only one thing I could do to satisfy this… desire. “This is Charles the concierge,” the voice said over my phone. That’s right. His name is Charles. “Yeah, Charles, this is Senator White in 8D.” I entered my apartment, locking the door. “I’m calling just to let you know that I’ll be having some visitors tonight. They work for my campaign, but they’ll need to be let in through the building’s private access. They’ll be coming up through the secondary elevator. Discretion will be key.” “Of course, sir,” Charles said. I turned off my phone and entered my bedroom where I stashed my one phone in a locked desk drawer. From it, I removed another phone, entered a code, and searched through my contacts. The ache was growing stronger, causing me to scroll through my information with one hand while my other hand ran over my clothed body, feeling my hardening cock, my swelling balls, and my nipples which were visible through my dress shirt. I found the contact and hit send. “Pidyn Corp,” a voice said. “May I have your identification number?” “382533,” I said. There was a pause before the voice said, “Welcome, platinum member. How may I help you?” “I need my third listing provided for tonight,” I said, pouring myself a glass of whiskey which I shot back. “I need them here within the next hour. Standard protocols are to be followed.” “Of course, sir,” the voice said. “We’ll charge accordingly. Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, make that thirty minutes.” I ended the call and shot back more whiskey, allowing the burning in my throat to course throughout my body. Everything inside me was screaming to be released, the hibernating animal that I kept hidden clawing its way out. Fuck, I needed this. I needed everything. I paced throughout my apartment as I waited, turning on the television to calm myself. “Reports are showing Senator White’s approval rating is starting to fall since his hateful comments concerning the LGBT community have grown more frequent,” the news anchor said, my face smiling in the picture next to him. “While many Virginian voters do support the conservative politician’s stance on the economic crisis, his comments concerning sexual identity have been found to be critical and out of touch with the current political climate.” I hit the mute button, watching as the reporter kept speaking, watching his lips as they moved, admiring them as they puckered to say the “wh” in White. They were even better lips than the reporter from earlier, and I found the aching inside me pulse from the mere sight of him. There was a ping from the phone I had used to call the service, alerting me that my “delivery” had arrived and was on its way up. I finished another drink and went to my door, reaching it as a knocking filled the apartment. Fuck, could they be any louder? I opened the door to find two men standing before me, both in suits, both looking as if they were men who, like me, worked in an office or in a position of actual power. They looked like the men I encountered every day, the men who held power, who thrived on imposing their wills on others. “May we come in, sir?” the one man asked. “We have a delivery for you.” “What is it?” I asked, waiting for the response I’d decided upon within this scenario. “It’s the Apollo Package, sir,” the one man said, slightly puffing out his chest. “It’s urgent that we make this delivery in private.” “Of course,” I said, satisfied. I stepped to the side and let them pass, admiring them as they went by. This service had sent over all types of men for me in the past, ranging in fitness levels, height, hairiness, and even accents. These two men I found to be the sexiest men I’d ever been sent. Both were taller than I was, with broad shoulders and, from what I could see, fit bodies that filled out their suits nicely. Impressive bulges were noticeable in their pants, one more than the other. The man with the larger bulge held a briefcase in his hand, and I admired the veins I could see under the skin, running down to larger, strong fingers that gripped the handle tightly. My cock jumped at the sight of him. “You have everything needed?” I asked, eyes on the briefcase. “We have everything you’ll need tonight,” the one man said. “We’re sure of it, sir.” Both men exchanged looks, smiling. “What are your names?” I asked. “Well, Senator White,” the one man said, “To keep with your identity, I am Mr. Gray, and he is Mr. Green.” “No,” I interjected. “I’m not looking for the fake, fucking names they give you to sound exotic and shit. What are your actual names.” Both men exchanged glances, smiling. “I’m Matt,” the one man said. “This is Hunter.” Hunter, the man holding the briefcase, was staring at me, a slight smile turning his lips. I loved the way he was looking at me, a look I’d given the bitch reporter before she blew her chances. I could see that he wanted me, and my hardening bulge proved I wanted them both, but especially him. “You’re both experienced in what I require?” I asked them. “Along with the required discretion?” “We’ve been briefed, sir,” Matt said, “concerning your desired… debriefing.” “Good,” I said. “Well, let’s get started.” Hunter nodded and opened the briefcase.

Chapter 4 I had googled the Tattoo parlour, and was about to walk in. I had thought about having a tattoo for ages but hadn’t had the courage to go through with it. But something here was propelling me on. All I could think of was doing as I was told to get more of Brad’s cock. In fact all I could think of was Brad’s cock! I pushed the door open before I could change my mind. A guy stood in front of me. ‘Hi is Carl here?’ I asked. ‘You’re speaking to him ‘ the guy replied. ‘Ah , um erm my friend has recommended that I come to see you’ I said, a little nervously. ‘I see, would that be Brad?’ Carl asked . ‘Er yes’ .. ‘OK he sends a few newbies here from time to time, they always come back for more once they’ve broken the ice so to speak’ he said. ‘I’m fully booked today but Lara can do you if you want. She’s especially good with newbies. We wouldn’t want you backing out would we?’ ‘Er no’ I mumbled , as Lara smiled and waved me through to the back. She had dark hair, and two sleeve tattoos, it looked kind of sexy on her. ‘Right, you’re one of Brad’s are you?’ She asked. I wondered how many Brad sent. ‘We call him The Teacher , he turns guys, converts them , making them totally into cock when he’s finished with them’ she said nonchalantly. It was kind of hot her talking like this. ‘Take your t shirt off’ she ordered. ‘ I know just what guys like you need, trust me you will like it’ she added. I sat in the chair and she cleaned my nipple. I hadn’t expected this. She kept talking so I couldn’t interrupt to ask wht she was doing. ‘So I’m guessing you have a girlfriend? ‘ Er yes’ ‘ and she doesn’t know you like cock as well, or is this new?’ ‘It’s new’ I replied as I winced as a needle went through my nipple. ‘ Close your eyes a moment’ she ordered. ‘I’ll say when to open them. She started on my other nipple and I winced again as I felt the needle again. I just shut my eyes as she carried on talking. ‘So you’ve met Brad, and I’m guessing that you’ve sucked his cock and that he’s probably fucked you? Am I right? ‘ ‘Er yes’ I mumbled ‘And you liked it? ‘ I nodded. ‘Can’t blame you, I love cock and cum, but I’m a girl, I should do. You’re a guy. Which makes you gay in my book. Are you gay? ‘ ‘Er no, I think I’m bi, I still like girls’ ‘ok, you can fool yourself. All Brad’s pupils do. And they all convert into full time homo’s pretty quickly’ she said matter of factly. ‘There’ she said. ‘Open your eyes. ‘ I looked down and saw two nipple rings in my nipples. They looked kind of good but I worried they were a bit obviously gay. What would my girlfriend say.? ‘Just so you know, you can’t take them out, I’ve soldered the ends. Embrace that. I’ll now give you a small tattoo. It is this snake here.’ She showed me a picture of a snake with an open mouth , showing fangs. That looked a bit more masculine. ‘Turn ‘ she said. It is going on your hip so you can hide it if needs be. She set to work. A while later she was finished. The snake looked good, but it was super imposed over an apple , ‘That is the snake and the forbidden fruit - in your case cock’ Lara said. I’ve left the apple uncoloured, for a reason. Guys of Brad’s come back and ask for it to be coloured with ‘Pride’ rainbow colours when they accept their destiny’ she said ‘well I don’t think I’ll be having that ‘I said. ‘We’ll see… ‘ Lara smirked. Just come back to me when you want more’ I left and my phone pinged. ‘Good boy’ it was Brad. He gave me directions to a shop down a side street. ‘You need to train that ass of yours. This shop is discreet. You will buy a butt plug and some lube. Hide it at home, and use it. Train your ass. I felt as though I was losing control of myself, but did as I was told. My girlfriend was still away for three more days so I could use it and get rid of it before she returned. I could give the excuse of my tattoo and piercings as something I did on a whim, but I needed that butt plug. I was getting hard at the thought of that. I hadn’t yet realised I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of my girlfriend. where was this journey taking me? I bought the butt plug Brad recommended and sone lube, to the obvious amusement of the girl serving. ‘Didn’t have you down as a fag when you walked in’ she said ‘ but I guess it takes all sorts’ I mumbled something and left as quickly as I could. The truth was I wanted to get home and use it. I wanted to feel it sliding in my ass. ‘I’ll meet you tomorrow, same place , 8pm. Good boy!’ The text came in from Brad. I had pleased him and it felt good. I wondered what the next lesson would be. to be continued…….

Started late in life but when i started to smoke tina sex was so intense and the 1st time to get fuck while blowing clouds was amazing. When I did my 1st slam sex was so mind altering and to find my fingers immediately in my hole stretching for a cock was amazing I felt my hole twitch! When i got my 1st cock in after the slam i gelt every bit of his cock and all I wanted was to get fucked for hours and hours hard. Im definitely a proud slam whore.

The Club, a couple street over from Bourbon St in New Orleans, (2001-02) pre -Katrina. After a trade show in the Super Dome. My 1st trip to a Bath house. It was everything I thought it would be and more. First time in a sling getting fucked and Dp in front of an audience. It also outed me to a few other vendors who said they had flights earlier that evening. It created a group of fuck buddies for the next couple of yrs at trade shows. It showed me I wasn't the only one who was "On the downlow" married man who carved cock. It was amazing I never caught the bug. Poppers and plenty of cocks, some used condoms but I took raw loads too. It was my riskiest time in my life.

Part 5 The rest of what was left of the weekend was spent naked in Colt's bed, smoking weed, cuddling, kissing, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and Monday found us back in school. 2nd period was a total waste. We had history together and I dont remember a thing that Mr. Koon said that day. I sat right behind Colt and couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I stared at his big, strong arms, remembering how they had been wrapped around me, holding me tight. He'd move them and I would catch glimpses of his pit hair, my dick getting hard as I thought how badly I wanted to bury my face in them again, licking them, breathing in his smell. His smell. I had never noticed it before, but sitting behind him, when I leaned forward I could smell him. The smell of his light, manly musk made my cock hard and leak precum into my boxers. When the bell rang and brought me back to the real world, Colt turned around and said, "Meet me by the auditorium at lunch." Then he smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lunch break found me waiting by the auditorium doors. Colt came striding down the hall looking like the absolute god he was in his sleeveless t-shirt and skin tight wranglers, his black cowboy hat on his head. My eyes fell to his bulging crotch and I felt my mouth water knowing what was down there. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and opened the door. I followed him like a bitch as we stepped into the darkness. Once we were inside, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and roughly pushed my back into a dark corner before his huge body covered mine locking our lips together. "Oh baby." He moaned in between frantic kisses. "I can't stop thinking about you and your hot mouth. Suck my cock bitch." He said as he tried pushing me to my knees. "What? Here? We can't!" I panicked. "Someone will see us!" "Nobody's gonna come in here babe. I promise. Come on, do it for me. I need it!" As if almost in a trance, I sunk to my knees as Colt unbuckled his pants, fishing out his half-hard monster. I let out a little sigh as I got a whiff of his crotch. I took him into my mouth as he softly moaned. "Oh yea baby. That's my little bitch. Suck your brothers cock. Take out your cock bitch. Jerk off while you suck me." Without even thinking twice, I instinctively undid my jeans and took out my own rock hard cock. I fisted myself as Colt held my head and fucked my mouth. "Take my cock bitch. Take it in your whore mouth." He whispered as he pounded my face and I pounded my dick. I was so turned by the danger of what we were doing, I was already close to cumming. Apparently Colt was as turned on as me because it wasn't long before he was panting, "Here it comes baby. Here comes my fucking load. Swallow it you slut!" Then his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot, creamy jizz. As soon as he blew his load into my mouth, my own cock shot off, spraying my cum on the auditorium floor. After I had swallowed every drop of Colt's precious cum that I could, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. "I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, you dirty little pig." He said after he pulled off of me. "See you next period. Go out those doors." He said pointing to a different exit on the other side as he quickly went out a different set of doors. Next period we both had Trigonometry and our desks were next to each other. And even though I had just cum, sitting there next to Colt with the taste of his load still fresh in my mouth, my cock stayed hard in my jeans. He looked over and saw me staring at him, and he slowly licked his lips. I just smiled as I looked into his eyes. After school we could barely get to my house fast enough, the safest as my parents worked late. We were kissing frantically while ripping each others clothes off as we entered my bedroom. Colt pushed me back onto my bed as he grabbed my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. "Yea, you like that, dont ya you little slut. You like to be treated rough. You like a man to take charge of you." I just layed there, panting in lust as Colt finished taking his clothes off, his own big hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed the lube out of my night stand and slicked up his cock as he crawled between my legs, spreading them apart. Then he put one elbow by my head and lowered his face to mine as his other hand guided his cock to my hole. He started to push into me and pain flashed through my body. After the crazy weekend, and had come down from the drugs, my ass was as sore as fuck. But Colt didn't care. I looked in his eyes and I saw a hardness I had never seen before. Not anger, and certainly not lust, just a cold, empty stare. He gave a hard thrust, and half of his monster ripped into me. I cried out in pain. "Yea baby, let me hear you." Colt said in a cruel way. "Let me hear my little bitch as he takes his brothers big cock in his beat up pussy. Come on you little whore, do it! Scream for me!" He demanded as he forced the rest of himself deep into my bowels. It's not like he really had to tell me to do that, it came naturally. "Aaaaggghhh!" I cried out as my aching ass was split open. "Oh fuck Colt." I whined as tears ran down my face. "Oh yea." Colt growled. "That's what I like. That's what I wanna hear. My little bitch as he takes my cock!" Then he started fucking me, strong and hard, using his phenomenal ab muscles to pound my poor hole. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, letting out grunts and gasps as his dick hammered my prostate. "Oh yea." He continued as sweat dripped off him. "Your pussy's so good. Best pussy I've ever fucked. It's my pussy now. I own it. I own your nasty little faggot hole, you little whore." I have to admit, in spite of the pain, the way he was treating me was turning me on. He was just using me as a hole, and my rock hard cock proved I loved it. So much so that when he let out a primal yell and started dumping his cum into me, I shot off like a rocket. I practically saw stars as my aching ass was filled with his seed and my own cock spurted like a fountain between us, coating both of our stomachs in a hefty, teenage load. Colt collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me. After about 30 seconds, he moved so his face was over mine, his eyes still hard and cold. Then I felt it. A warmth began to fill me up and I realized Colt was pissing into me. As soon as I opened my mouth to say something he covered it with his hand. "Sssshhhhh." He silenced me, his eyes never leaving mine." Just let it happen bitch. I said I own you and I meant it. Your gonna be my little piss bucket as well as my cumdump. That's a good boy, just take it." I should have been grossed out, but I wasn't. Just like everything else Colt had introduced me to, it turned me on. I began to lick his hand as the warmth spread deeper and deeper into me. He removed his hand and started to kiss me, and as usual, I just melted into him, giving myself over to his magnetic power. When he finally finished pissing, he pulled out and I struggled to hold all of his fluids inside me. "You better go empty yourself." He said with a gentleness that had been missing during our fuck. He laughed as he watched me walk gingerly out of my room to the bathroom, piss running down my legs. I marveled at how much there was as I sat on the toilet, feeling a little sad I couldn't keep it all in me. He was ripping into the bong when I returned. "You ok?" He asked as I sat on the bed next to him. "Yea, I am." I answered. And I was. I mean, I already knew Colt liked it rough sometimes, so I shouldn't have been surprised when it entered our relationship, or whatever the fuck it was we had. "Good." He said as he kissed me tenderly. "You think you can give it as good as you take it?" I just looked at him as I ripped on the bong. I exhaled a big cloud of smoke in his face, and just smiled. "Just stay here and I'll right back mother fucker." I said as I jumped off the bed and left the room. I may not have been as experienced as Colt, but I wasn't ignorant about shit. I had the internet after all. In no time at all, I was back in my room with a handful of my old man's ties. "On your stomach faggot!" I ordered him as I stood over the bed. Colt's green eyes sparkled as he flipped over. "Yes SIR!" He said with a smile on his face. In no time I had him spread eagle and tied tightly to the bed frame. I couldn't believe how fuckin sexy that big hunk of a man looked like that, helpless, at my mercy with his perfect round ass sticking up. I dug through my laundry and found a jockstrap. With a bit of effort, I was able to squeeze out a little more piss from my ass, enough the make the pouch wet. I straddled Colt's broad back and grab those beautiful brown curls, pulling his head back. "Open your mouth faggot!" I ordered him. Then I stuffed it full with my jock and tied in place with another tie. I stood over him and just stared at the tied down god. Fuck he was hot! Part of me wanted to untie him and make sweet gentle love with him. But a bigger part of me wanted to give Colt what he wanted. All I wanted to do was make him happy, and if that meant dominating him, I was more than happy to do it. I pulled his leather belt out of his jeans and raised it up high. Then, I brought it down as hard as I could on that perfect round ass. Colt yelled into the gag as his body tensed up tight. I smiled to myself knowing I held all the power at the moment. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Whose the bitch now?" Colt just groaned as I stood back up and began a full assault on his ass. Over and over I beat him as he howled and struggled in his bounds. "That's right you fuckin bitch!" I growled. "You think you're such a tough man? You're nothing but a faggot pussy bitch! And I'm gonna make you cry. Cry like the little bitch that you are!" I kept up the assault as hard as I could, enjoying the site as his white globes turned pink, then red as welts appeared. The rush of inflicting this pain on the man I loved made my cock ache. Finally, after 25, maybe 30 strokes, I broke him. He started blubbering like a baby and I finally stopped the beating. Instead of feeling bad for him, I wanted him to hurt a little bit more, after all, that's what he wanted. I crawled between his legs and layed the belt on the bed next to him. I spread his cheeks and looked at the hole before me, waiting to be raped. I had decided to make him really feel it and skipped the lube. I spit on his hole a few times then placed my dick head against it. I grabbed his bull like shoulders and began to push into him. He screamed into the gag as I popped into him. But I didn't stop. Going in dry felt way different than going in lubed, but I didn't stop until I had bottomed out in him. Colt continued blubbering as I held his shoulders and began fucking him. It didn't take long before his ass loosened up a bit, and soon his tears ended and he was moaning like a two dollar whore. I pounded him as hard as I could, just like he had done to me, and soon, I was close to cumming. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around his throat. Then I grabbed his hair in one hand and the belt in the other. I pulled his head back as I pounded him. "Take that you fucking cunt!" I shouted. "You pussy ass jock piece of shit! You're nothing but a faggot cumdump whore!" As I shouted derogatory things at him and pulled the belt tightly, Colt's entire body started shaking as he let out a long groan into the gag. His ass started really squeezing my cock, and I knew the bitch was cumming. That was enough to push me over the edge and I flooded his hungry guts with another huge load from me. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily after yet another mind blowing orgasm. I untied his gag and pulled out the soggy jock. I saw Colt smile as he said, "Thank you Sir. I fuckin love you!"

I will say my preference is to be with poz men. I don’t ask but I always hope it works out that sway. I have never dated anyone that was neg. I have owned my status many years ago and don’t believe in keeping secrets. I have really never found it to be a roadblock to me getting bred.

Part 3; For 5 days following the day we met and receiving his initial knocking up my rugby stud visited me every day, doing housework, cooking healthy hearty meals, washing me, and taking multiple loads each day of my highly charged, filthy dirty cum. However, as the week wore on my health was declining, so after 6 nights from initially meeting he started staying over, helping me out during the day, and each evening we would lay naked together on my couch, watching TV, and really enjoying each others company. We really clicked on a personal level We naturally fucked each and every way, and also shared lots of affection. We discussed how really sexy it was to see the contrast of my skinny wasted pale body against his glowing muscular tight Latino body. It really turned me on rubbing over his torso and lateral thighs with my bony veiny hands and fingers. I had a persistent cough for a few weeks that was worsening, and I was generally feeling more and more under the weather, despite this sexy stud looking after me. It had now been 10 days since we met. We were spooning on the couch, and I was coughing like crazy, plus also now sweating. He lay me on my back, propping my head up with some cushions, and proceeded to suck me. I don't know how, as I was now feeling fucking dreadful, but, the boy got me hard. No sooner had he did, he climbed on me and impaled his sweet gorgeous cunt on my nasty death-tool. As I lay there, totally wiped and motionless, he rocked his hips, using his inner muscles to massage my AIDS Dick! I know we were like this for over half an hour, as the TV was on, and a programme I like to watch came and went. I was now getting close to cumming, which he could tell, so, he took his slow deep rocking to an aggressive fast rhythm. I could not hold like I normally would when I would be in control, and just started to cum immediately, as I did I was coughing really badly. The following day it was clear I needed medical help, and was admitted to hospital. My sweet sexy Latino rugby boy was very loyal, and visited every day. He was lucky to be in a position where he didn't need to work, and spent a lot of his free time in the gym and of course playing rugby. However, since we met he was now giving the majority of his free time to what would now be his bugged up Master! I had now been in hospital for 2 weeks, and my loyal boy came in how I had never seen him before; Hunched, shivering, sweating, and complaining he ached all over. Not a word was spoken as he just naturally climbed into my hospital bed beside me, and snuggled in close. One of my assigned daytime Doctors walked into my room ...

Part 2; I knelt in between his legs, spreading them, and jabbed in his toothbrush. Brushing vigorously as I would my own teeth. I could tell it was really hurting him as he yelped and winced, but he seemed a real natural at pushing through the pain barrier. I took out the brush, and it was covered in blood. This nasty pigs depravity needed a lesson, and with that thought I stuck my Dick in. Fuck, I LOVE that wet and warm feeling of flesh to flesh! I fucked him doggy for several minutes, withdrawing for a rest. My Dick was covered in his cunt blood. 'Lick that up'. 'Yes Sir. Sorry for being such a messy piggy' He licked his blood from my Dick as he looked up at me with his subservient 'I am worthless, do what you want with me' expression. 'Get on your back'. He was clearly naturally submissive as he was immediately on his back, and holding his legs in the air by his feet. I put the tip of my toxic Dick at the entrance to his cunt, and leaned over his torso with mine, our faces meeting, my Dick sliding in as far it would go. I commenced fucking him, slowly, yet deep, our eyes locked together as we bred. 'You absolutely sure you want infecting?' 'Yes Sir. I stand by everything I have already said. It is what I need, what I deserve. I decided this a few years ago. And now I am completely ready to be violated'. 'You twisted sick fuck' ...I spat in his face! This caused him to open his mouth wide, keeping it open, and hyperventilate with lust. I repeatedly spat in his gob. All of this suddenly made my Dick pulsate. He felt this and began milking my Dick. I felt myself getting close... 'Right, you fucking asked for it you nasty whore' 'YES Sir, fucking breed my neg cunt with your Poz cum'. That was it, his last chance gone, and with a few strokes I started spewing my poison inside his nasty cunt, holding still as my Dick unleashed toxic cum with each orgasmic twitch of my shaft, continuing to spit in his mouth. I slowly grinded my shaft for a few more minutes, probably pushing what he was after even deeper. 'Thank you Sir, very very much'. I pulled out, upon where he handed me his toothbrush... 'Brush hard inside my nasty cunt again please, Sir' The Nasty pig!

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