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I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

Why I didn’t get married. I was a high school nerd. If my nose wasn’t buried in books I was practicing in the band room. I even played the nerdiest instrument, bassoon. In public school sex ed the pictures were so bizarre to me that I thought women got pregnant by their nipples touching men’s nipples. I was so amazed to learn the real deal in high school sex ed that I got 100%. I remained a nerd through university rarely leaving my study carrel in the library. It was beyond amazing that I became engaged during my third year. We were both nerds. Although we engaged in heavy petting until I came, we had never ‘done the deed.’ I went to Tip Top Tailer’s to buy my wedding suite. No rental for me. She was making her simple gown from scratch. The sales attendant was a handsome, tall, slim Italian. His Mediterranean tanned olive skin looked amazing against the white starched collar of his dress shirt, and I have always loved paisley neck ties. His dress slacks were cut to emphasize his gorgeous bubble butt. He had a winning smile and chatted casually with me for a few minutes to learn what I was there for and my thoughts about my image of the perfect wedding suite. He was in no rush as we were the only two in the store. Then he said, “I’m Leo, we went to high school together.” I couldn’t place him, but he continued to smile so I guessed I hadn’t offended him. Together we picked out a smart navy-blue double-breasted suit jacket with matching dress slacks, white shirt and a red, white and blue angle stripped tie. He assured me the jacket fit perfectly right off the rack; but, the slacks would need taking in to fit correctly on my very slim frame. He’d also need to measure leg length for a cuffed finish. I was shown into the changing booth and instructed to put on the trousers and shirt. When I was ready, I stepped from behind the curtain. Leo had removed his necktie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt. I now had a great view of his smooth muscular chest and one of his dark perky nipples. He stood behind me and almost hugged me as he measured the circumference of my waist. I began to worry when he measured my hips that he would notice I was chubbing up. By the time he crouched in front of me to measure my inseam I was at full mast. I’m a grower which gets to a sizable appendage and even contained in my underwear was quite visible from his vantage point. Looking from my crotch up to my face he proclaimed; “Well your lucky woman must enjoy riding that.” My nerd self blurted; “Oh no, we’ve never had sex … I ,,, I ,,, I’ve never had sex.” “I knew you were a book worm; I didn’t realize you were so old fashioned.” Leo laughed. I must have been beat red with embracement. I was flailing myself; ‘Why did I tell him that?’ Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling the shirttails out of his slacks. He then started to unbutton the shirt I was trying on. “What are you doing?” I cried. “My shirt has been tailored to fit better.” Leo said. “You are about my size and shape. I’m letting you try it on to see if you want your wedding shirt fitted.” He stepped behind me, helped me the rest of the way out of my shirt before helping me into his. Huggin me from behind he fastened the buttons, loosened my pants, and tucked in the shirt tails. He made it seem like an accident, but his fingers brushed over my erection. No guy had ever touch me like that before, I was afraid I’d cream instantly. His face was now so close to my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Mmmm, you smell great. Your Colone suits you.” He was almost whispering. “Um … um … no Colone … must be my …‘Timberwolf’ deodorant.” I stammered. “Nice!” he nibbled my ear lobe. He must have only then remembered where we were, pulling me into the changing stall being, sure to close the curtain. Still hugging me from behind fingers from his hand stroked through my chest hair. “How do you like the fit?” His voice couldn’t have been more seductive. “The fit?” I stuttered. “Oh, yea, the shirt. It feels amazing.” “So do you.” He continued to play with my chest hair as his other hand returned to unbuttoning the shirt and pulling out the shirttails. I was soon shirtless with his bare torso pressed against my skin. I couldn’t remember a time I had felt so good and so safe. I looked down to see his masculine arms wrapped around my hairy slim belly. I felt as if I was melting into his skin. Then one of his hands started opening my pants, lowering my fly. “What are you doing?” I once again cried. “Getting you out of these clothes so I can suck your cock. You ever have your cock sucked before?” His seductive voice pressed against my ear, “Um … awe … no …. never.” He was now crouched in front of me. I involuntarily stepped out of the pants as he removed them. As he started to lower my underwear my swollen uncut boner popped free and hit him under the chin. “Fuckin A!” Leo crooned. “Ready for your first?” “No?” my voice weak and hesitant. “Your ‘no’ isn’t very convincing.” He had me. “Yes?” even more hesitant. “Let me make the decision for you.” His tongue licked the precum from my piss slit. Hearing no protest from me his lips started pushing back my foreskin. He began to suck on my exposed mushroom head. My hands involuntarily moved to the back of his head. He freed his mouth and said, “I’ll take that as permission.” I could no longer tell if he was starting to devour my engorged cock or if I was pushing deeper and deeper into his skull. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and throat were intoxicating. When my hairy balls hit his chin, my orgasm exploded. Blast after blast stared shooting beyond his tonsils as if directly into his stomach. Clearly his swallow response couldn’t keep up and he began to sputter and spit as he chocked. I was like a deer caught in headlights. I froze and tensed holding his skull impaled on my ridged tool which continued to spasm. When he could take no more, he forcefully pushed my whole body away from him freeing his windpipe. When he realized hot cum was still shooting from my cock his lips encased my cock head, and the remainder of my load filled his mouth. I was finally fully spent and way too sensitive to accept his suctioning lips any longer. I pushed his head away and only then realized what I had done. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself!” I cried. He could only respond by smiling with his whole face and happy saucer eyes gurgling “Aw love iiitt!” Point at me he continued to gurgle. “Yaw tuurnn!” “No way man. I don’t suck cock!” I protested vehemently. In response he spun me around, bent me toward the wall, spread my ass cheeks and planted his mouth on my ass hole. He proceeded to blow my cum into my hole and tonge fuck it in even deeper. I was too shocked to put up any resistance. Besides this bran new sensation was way too amazing to want it to stop. And stop way too soon it did! His mouth free to speak he proclaimed as he stood; “Don’t apologize. I loved you blasting off so soon and so deep. It’s your turn to get my load. Not in your mouth, your virgin ass! Now you’re so well lubed can I breed your ass?” His cock head was already teasing my hole. “No!” I screamed. “I’m getting married.” His left had had found my cock which was getting harder by the moment. “You may say no but your cock betrays a different story.” “Fuck Leo, what are you doing to me?” “Just giving you what you want, what you need!” he insisted. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock up your hairy ass.” “I don’t?” my damn nerdy hesitant voice again. “You’re not convincing me.” His damn seductive voice. “No?” why was I hesitant? His hard cock was putting more pressure on my hole and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. “At least … wear a condom?” I was beginning to relent. “That will hurt more, I don’t think you want that.” He reasoned. I certainly didn’t want it to hurt. I tried bargaining; “Are you clean?” Surely, he wouldn’t breed me if he had an STD. “Honestly, I can’t promise I fuck around a lot.” His hand was still on my engorged cock which twitched at this statement. “Mmmm, clearly my promiscuity turns you on.” Three involuntarily twitches. “Your horney cock betrays you, my friend.” “At least promise me you’re not HIV positive.” My bargaining chips were getting weaker and as the pressure on my hole increased my resistance weakened. “Been poz for five years.” He confidently confessed. I ‘assumed’ by five years he’d be on meds and undetectable. I knew from high school sex ed that undetectable guys were the safest. Undetectable equals untransmutable. The bottom line was this had gone too far for me to resist any longer. The teasing at my virgin ass was more than I could bare. “OK, have your way with me Leo. Truth be told, if I’m going to lose my anal virginity, I want it bareback. I need it bareback. And don’t pull out. I need your cum in me.” I blurted. “Are you sure?” His damn seductive voice. “No?” my nerdy hesitant voice. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said as his raw cock head breached my ring. I was in too much pain to argue the point “Holy shit, that hurts!” “Just breath deep, and push like you’re taking a dump.” I tried but it still hurt like hell. A small brown bottle appeared like magic under one of my nostrils. The other was pinched closed and I was instructed to breath deeply. After three inhales the bottle was moved to my other nostril and the pattern repeated. My body was flooding with warmth, my ass stopped hurting and relaxed, and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. My heart pounded with excitement. Leo proceeded to deep fuck my virgin ass knowing the signs of utter release and surrender. One of his hands covered my mouth to try and stifle my grunts and groans each time he bottomed out inside of me. There was pain, but the pleasure far exceeded it. I didn’t want this to end, and I knew like nothing before that this was exactly what my body and soul needed. “Fuck me, Leo. Harder and deeper … own my ass, make our bodies one!” It wasn’t long until he was back quietly speaking into my ear with his now raspy voice. “You are nearing the point of no return. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull out? Sure you didn’t miss a question” “Yes! I’m sure! Breed my virgin ass!” I couldn’t feel the volley after volley after volley of his cum pumping inside of me; but, I couldn’t miss the powerful contractions of his manhood on my battered ass and tender guts. I was so proud of myself for riding this out to completion. Then I remembered we weren’t quite finished. I spun around, dropped to my knees and vacuumed his dripping cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean and when he pulled it away complaining it was too sensitive, I finally saw the stinging scorpion tattoo shrinking on the top of his poz cock.

As much white cock as I have nut in me, kind of a surprise I’m still negative lol. But the chase is the other fun part. ☣️🥵😈

Late night conversation with my partner after he loaded me for the last time for the day (and taking almost 20+ loads total during the day by a group of friends that he organized) Partner: you now have so many contacts that you can practically have a line of men that will breed you anytime, day or night, so why do you need hookup sites with random men? Me (thinking about it): I guess it's the thrill of it, I love the feeling of meeting new men, not knowing how the chemistry will be, how they are going to to use me, what I can do to pleasure them, the excitement of having a new cock penetrating my hole for (his) first time, feeling and tasting a new load and what other kinks they might reveal. While I was giving him my answer I felt his huge cock getting hard again in my hole and he fucked me again, while I was on sniffies looking for more loads lol Ended up having 3 more men coming over, using me as my partner watched and dumping 6 loads in my cum filled cumdump hole. oink!

You are going to love the journey dude. The sexual euphoria of being filled with fists, plugs and over size toys and the feel of your blown out rectum hanging open after a good heavy use will never get old. The experiences will leave you hungering for more. My hole is so loose it's a long gash at rest so it's obvious even to the casual observer how stretched and loose I am...and I couldn't be more proud, even as I train my hole to stretch out and accommodate even bigger. (p.s if you want to see just how loose I am besides my profile pic, I have clips on X and BlueSky under JaredEriksonXXX)

I’m much the same way. I am addicted to Ass and I love playing with an ass and in an ass. There are times where I can block out the rest of the world and I’m totally focused on thehole. Whether it’s fingers, fist, tongue, dick, or toys, I try to imagine all the other men who already have gone before me. I’m thinking of all the men Who have spewed a load up there. I’m thinking of the volume of sperm that has gone up there. Knowing that hole has been used and ravaged and stretched and fed all is a turn on for me.

Love older men.. where I am at the older men tend to be kinky as hell and can pound like a 20 year old.

It ended up being the Dads on the Boys. Steve, Hamish and me all took turns fucking all 4 boys except John couldn’t manage Hamish’s cock but he did take mine, Steve’s and Dwayne’s. Hamish seeded Drew and Dwayne, Steve seeded Ryan, and I fucked my load up John’s arse. The Dad’s all loved fucking John since he’s the newest lad to our group so I did tell him that we want him to be the only bottom at our next group session and that we all shoot our loads up his arse. He’s agreed but doesn’t think he can take Hamish’s cock up his hole. He’s happy to suck Hamish off though. So next session will be at least 6 loads up John’s arse and one in his mouth.

Hairyone has the right idea. As a bottom, my role is to ensure I am pleasuring my top. My pleasure comes from knowing I’ve given myself freely, opening my ass for their pleasure, relishing in their musky scent, tasting their pre um and letting them know how delicious it is. I want my top to use my ass completely. Never stopping until they have generously left their cum fluids inside me. Use me as your fuck sleeve. Share me with your fuck buddies.

Part 12; Club ''Poz-Demon'' Club ''Poz-Demon'' in pictures ---> [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11538-club-poz-demon/ The 6 months worth of Fisting training and Fisting homework from Frank along with all the extra homework my boy set for himself had passed, and Bill's annual Club ''Poz-Demon'' event had arrived at his Sex Club. The venue had received all of its 100s of party guests and my boy was on the stage strapped into steel examination chair facing dancefloor with his legs spread wide open. A Doctor in a Plague Doctor Mask inserted two cannulas into my boy, one into a hand and one into an arm. A first dose of the psychedelic Rocket Fuel went in soon after the 4 hour or so transfusion of Bill's blood commenced. The Doctor would of course monitor my boy's vitals; checking pulse, BP, and temperature. As the transfusion began Bill took to the stage, had the Techno music turned down from super loud to faint by the DJ, and spoke to the party goers from his microphone.... ''Good evening my fellow poz brothers. Tonight's star attraction is this pig here, Josh, brought to us by our late friend Ron. He has now just started to receive a transfusion of my CRF19 strain where he will naturally be closely monitored. My current viral load stands at Fifty Five Million, Six Hundred and Sixteen thousand copies. No one must touch him until the transfusion is complete. Once it is complete he will be transferred to the sling inside the cage in the middle of the dancefloor by our friend Belial where you are then free to USE him how you so wish.'' During the next 4 hours or so my boy received the transfusion whilst receiving multiple doses of Rocket Fuel, a psychedelic that sent my boy soaring through the universe. In this time which felt like a few years for my boy the party goers danced to the techno music, got high, and played between themselves. Many were saving their initial loads for the star attraction. Once the transfusion was complete Belial removed my boy from the examination chair, but he had something else in mind before taking him to the sling. He had him on his knees and commanded that my boy put his thick large penis into his mouth. He held onto Belial's legs even though as a result of the psychedelic sedative he could not feel anything including himself, and felt like he was floating on the ceiling. Belial's penis just lay there on my boy's tongue as he heavily hallucinated. The Demon penis albeit just laying there throbbed as it oozed out big globules of super toxic pre cum. ''When this night is through here you will be coming back with me to a Soul Surrender Fuck Ritual. Right. We better had not keep the party guests waiting now, should we.'' Belial carried my boy who now could not walk to the sling in the middle of the dance floor. The cage quickly filled up but it was Belial who got first dibs and slid his highly charged and toxic pre cum dripping penis deep into my boy's rectum. It was now that the Techno music suddenly stopped only to be ironically replaced with an all consuming haunting Belial Chant. The strobe lighting that had been bouncing around the club came to a halt which was replaced with a deep fuzzy red low lighting, only high enough for party goers to be just about able to see. The atmosphere suddenly changed with the entire dancefloor and club turning into one massive fuck frenzy. Some Men until this point were fucking, getting fucked, sucking, getting sucked, Fisting, getting Fisted, pissing on and in, getting pissed on and in, but it was now that the many that were had been dancing now joined in with the hedonistic play. ''Oh FUCK YES, what a beautiful loose sloppy cunt. I cannot wait to dump my demon seed deep into you, but you will have to wait a while longer for that eventual pleasure.'' Belial fucked him for a while longer, then left the cage as to allow my boy to be mauled and gang-fucked over the next several hours during which time he would suck and get fucked HARD, taking 84 loads. 83 were in the sling, but the 84th cam from Belial. It was about half way through the several hour gang bang when Belial took my boy out of the sling AND outside of the cage where he threw him against the cage pressing his domineering body against the young flesh whilst thrusting his very thick demon penis deep inside the heavily anaesthetised rectum. My boy could not feel a thing at this point. Belial fucked with a brute force.... ''I hope you have not forgotten, you are coming back with me to a Soul Surrender Fuck Ritual. You have got what my Master wants. Now take my demon seed faggot. And once I have cum you will push out with all your might that loose cunt of yours. Show us what you got.'' Belial with short and sharp brute force fucked my boy until he shot his demon seed deep inside of his rectum, and as he dumped his demon seed his let out a demonic cry that even drowned out the Belial Chant. He withdrew his demon shaft and in the blink of an eye vanished into the night. Even though he could not feel anything somehow Josh held onto the outside of the cage with his inner consciousness pushing out his rectum. He pushed until he treated everyone to a sweet sight of his rectum now completely inside out, a huge prolapse that was dripping with huge amounts of cum. Frank re-appeared and carried Josh back into the sling inside of the cage, knelt to where his prolapse was hanging out and slurped up a huge mouthful of cum into his mouth. Holding the cum right there he stood up, slid deep into my boy's dripping battered prolapse and fed him a mouthful of cum as he fucked him. Near the end of the night that was Club ''Poz-Demon'', as he lay in the sling still getting his rectum savagely gang banged, he during a moment where his mouth was being given a break from being face fucked he looked up and saw my energy-spirit. He smiled.... *high on a psychedelic sedative* and said.... ''Thank you, Sir Ron.'' 💞

Hooked up with a random I chatted with on Grindr , cute daddy type , very nice looking cock . First I should say from the beginning I have been into bigger and bigger toys and chastity .. I am currently able to take a thick 9inch toy that gets to be uncomfortable about 20min of sitting on it . I was very very horny by the time I got there , he told me that he won’t touch my cock and only wants to use my holes ! ( fine by me !) after a good throat fucking . He has me on the bed and eats my hole and fingers me and it’s driving me wild , face down ass up ! Soon he moves to 3 fingers and I see where this is going , he adds lube and hands me poppers say have a big whiff and now he has 4 in .. I am slick and dripping pre cum out of my cage soon he climbs on top and slides in with ease , a real cock master and he expertly fucks me .. deep and slow .. edging me he does for a long time ( 20min or so ) then says he wants a break .. and tells me to clean his cock . He keeps my on all fours and works my hole pressing my prostate and driving me wild .. asking if I have ever been fisted . The mental place I am in would have said yes to anything so I say I have not but it’s a thing I want to try .. he gets a evil grin and says good and adds his thumb to the mix and I can’t tell if I am pissing or cumming but it’s just so amazing and intense .. he worked me over for a good while and I just could not relax enough. He soon went and power fucked me .. my slutty hole more open than ever , not giving any resistance to the cock that was pummeling it .. it felt AMAZING .. I was in sissy heaven .. before long he tells me he is gonna cum in my gaping hole and unloads .. I try to hold it in but am not able to ( HOTT!!) his huge load spills over my locked nuts and right on the floor prior to this I would have never considered wanting a lose and sloppy hole .. and now it’s all I can cum to .. we are meeting later this week . I got an inflatable plug and have been stretching so when it happens he can fist me ! I had no idea it would be that good !( he asked if I would like more than one top to play with

I’d only been with my boyfriend, Adam Monty, for four months before I persuaded him to come off PREP and become a monogamous couple. He was very loyal and had only had three other sexual partners before me, so at the age of 19, he was very happy to take this leap of faith. The problem was, he hadn’t yet discovered my dark little secret; I was a total cum slut. I had had more sexual partners in the first three days of meeting him than he had in his entire life. I’d stay with him overnight at his house as he only lived with his mum, and who liked me a lot. On our first meeting, she told me to use him hard, “He’d been in need of a good fucking for ages”. It also helped that I was older at 24 and “Fit as fuck”, her words. Adam was 5ft 6”, petite slim, totally smooth, tiny nipples, average size cock but pretty face with curly blonde hair and a few piercings. He had a gorgeously fuckable ass, totally fem and totally bottom. Definitely my type when I wanted to plow a cunt, but I was versatile and needed men with big cocks to use me too. At 6ft, gym toned with lovely bubble butt, hairless and a good 8” uncut cock, I was Adam’s ideal partner, so he told me. Ideal, apart from being the depraved dirty fucker that I actually was. On our first night together staying at his, I’d fucked him four times and he’d sucked me off twice. I left his house the next morning and was so desperate to ride a cock, I went via my local 24/7 sauna on the way back home and took four loads in 2 hours. All raw and all without PREP. I loved raw sex and actively sought out toxic loads when ever I could. I wasn’t strictly chasing, but after a few pints of beer or a little chemical stimulus, I’d do anything for poison cum. Adam was one of those guys who’d follow his heart and was saying he loved me within a month. I finally said it back while persuading him that we should become a couple and get off PREP. I had lied to him about being on it to get him to fuck raw, but having never been on it, every time we fucked I was secretly imaging me pozzing him, and it turned me on so bad. Our sex life was great and slowly I began to try new things with him: first it was piss, he liked drinking it and sharing with me. We experimented with toys and I even managed to get my fist inside him, which he loved. Soon he was asking about my experiences of threesomes and group, I’d get us both hard telling him about things I’d done but I didn’t want to scare him about some of my most depraved shit, not just yet anyway. I also left out getting high with guys, chemsex was something I wanted to get him on as soon as I could. I was going to totally corrupt him. By the end of our fourth month together I met Julio Rocha off BarebackRT. He was Brazilian, living in London, my age and HIV+. A very sexy Latino boy with fat cock and as dirty as me. He’d caught HIV when he was 18 through group sex but was happiest taking multiple loads while getting high. He was me but actually poz. I felt bad about it but had to cancel a night with Adam at short notice because I was taking Julio’s cock. He’d already fucked one load in to me and I wanted more so rang Adam sightly out of breath, making up a story about work dumping last minute shit on me and having to go, all the while Julio was felching out his load from my dripping cunt to share with me. We fucked for ages and never once did I worry that he was poz. The next week was mostly Julio and me fucking. He was staying with a friend and worked as an escort on the side. He didn’t charge me though and on those nights I didn’t see Adam, he was in my bed breeding my neg hole. I begged him for his poz cum as he’d strangled me and slapped my face. “You want my poison” he’d growl at me as he raped my cunt. “Yes sir” I moaned back in the throws of sexual ecstasy. Julio could fuck me good and had no limits, I began to find myself replacing Adam in my lustful thoughts with Julio. During the second week with Julio, Adam’s mum texted to let me know he was upset, thinking something was wrong. I texted back and said not to worry work was really bad and immediately arranged to meet Adam later that day, telling Julio I needed to see my boyfriend. I’d told him about Adam already and he knew I’d got him off PREP. I could see in his wicked smirk there was evil scheming afoot. “Shall we poz him?” he asked me. “I’d love it to be me that pozzed him but if I’m still neg, maybe I could get him into a threesome with us?” I suggested. “My friend is having a chemsex party in two weeks”, he continued, “I could make sure there’s plenty of guys with poison cum for you and your boyfriend” he grinned back. His English wasn’t perfect but he had me drooling at the thought of it. I smiled, and nodded and we agreed. Now I just had to work out how to get Adam there and happy to fuck raw with a group of strangers whilst not being on PREP! To Be Continued

At an elevator’s hotel in NYC last weekend . Met a young daddy on Grindr and agreed to meet at the hotel lobby. Before the meeting I had a quick fuck and unsatisfied. In the person, the daddy was so hot and my recent fucked hole was itched and badly in heat to be fucked. Once an elevator’s door shut, we lip locked and sucking face. I quickly unzipped his pants, pulled my pants down and bent down. He immediately grabbed my hips and lowered himself down. I grabbed both of my cheek opened as he Aimed his fat cock at my hole and with one thrusted, he was ball deep and held on tight. It felt so warm from the previous load, the sensation of being filled, and the throbbing cock made itmagical. He wasted no time, gave me the slammed fucking for sixty seconds and unloaded his hot seeds. Just as he finished the last squash, the elevator’s bell rang, we pulled up our pants and marched to his room with big smiles where he patiently licked, suck, squeezed and fucked my two holes throughly for an evening. Well used, very satisfied with two hot loads and the chemistry was intense.

OmFFFFFg I miss Man’s Country. It probably was losing money, but more importantly I think of all of the men who went there and left eternally satisfied. Chuck was an amazing man and did a lot for the community. When he died, his ears regrettably decided to close the place down. Man’s country was a gay Mecca. Men came from around the world. I lived in California but flew to Chicago 4-6 times a year, just to check in for a long weekend. I loved the sling room with bars in the window. You could open or close the shutters, whether you were inviting people in or simply letting them watch. I made some lifelong friends there. But there were just as many who I used and discarded. Men were there for only one reason and the sex was incredible.

I have fucked in Antarctica… but it’s the only continent on which I have not been fucked.

biggest kink is spreading my seed to as many holes as possible, - when I say I love a slutty hole, i really mean it. as in I love shooting my babies in a place where hundreds (or even thousands) of other men have shot. When I get into that primal mode I don't view or think of the holes I'm fucking as people. More like objects to satisfy my twisted mind of raw risky fucking. no condoms, no pulling out, no testing, just pure sex. Bonus points for the truly anon scene and that special feeling of shooting my seed into someone I've never seen, know, or care about.

I would 100% agree that my sexual interests have broadened as I've gotten older. I think it's a natural progression of becoming comfortable with your sexuality and what feels good. I find I'm much more open to trying new experiences than I was when I was in my 20s. I'm also a lot more comfortable in my body. I'm far less hung up on my physical looks. I've come to realize that no matter what body type you have, there's guys out there who will think you're hot, even if you don't think you are.

I love get sperm over my face, in my mouth, in my ass .. and nowadays I like to take it in front of a crown in a cruising area like porn theater because I like to be a slut, whore. My new level is to get fucked by a lot horny guys, one after other, while I am sucking cocks, my tits been played, and stroking other waiting cocks, and get filled with cum in both ends and in my face.

No, it's orgy style. The stable boys lead the mares into the shared space and then the stallions go for whoever they like. I go as a stallion. Some of the mares have poppers, I think you can lose the restraints if you want. There are mature guys there. I think more of them are stallions than mares, but I did see some as mares. I don't know how much action they get. For me it's great fun every now and then I usually get a decent ten guys, some of them very hot!

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/ranch-3-way-cory-jared-tag-muscle-bottom-sebastian-bluu-part-1-xhDcwLp

I like it for a couple of reasons. 1 -I love when my ass feels sloppy and wet with cum. And 2 -It's also the knowledge that a part of another man is now in me, absorbing into my body. His precious seed. Both of those reasons make it addictive for me.

I love having older guys in their 60s take me and use me .. take that blue pill and wreck me daddy !

It's also probably good for your body to get some fresh new DNA pumped into it.

Your understanding is incorrect. The *actions* Hunter Biden took (with respect to paying his taxes late, and purchasing a gun when he legally wasn't allowed to) may have occurred before Joe Biden became president. That said, the investigation into his taxes did not begin until 2018, well into the Trump administration, and there is some evidence (and much suspicion) that Trump's DOJ opened that investigation under pressure from the president's team, to harm Joe Biden politically. Note that this began around the same time that Trump began pressuring Ukraine to announce a sham investigation into the Bidens for the purpose of hurting Biden's chances in the 2020 election, pressure for which he was later impeached. It's important to note that by the time the investigation began, Biden had already paid the late taxes AND the associated penalties, circumstances which normally result it (at most) misdemeanor charges with a non-custodial sentence. The gun charge is one for which federal prosecution is almost never used absent some other circumstance, such as the gun being used in commission of another crime. Substance abusers buy guns every day, signing the form declaring that they are not, in fact, users of illegal drugs, and no charges are ever brought simply for that false statement. Your implication that he was "gun toting" and "cocaine smoking" (while NEITHER was charged in the indictment) is a smear tactic worthy of the racists you supposedly abhor. All that said, the point is that if his name had been Hunter Jones, these cases would have been resolved without a special counsel, without the millions and millions of dollars spent investigating them, and we'd have never read the first word about them unless we're law nerds reading every plea bargain in every federal court. But his name is Hunter Biden, and as such, the GOP pushed all sorts of norms out the window in their zeal to "get" something on the Bidens, all because they can't defend the lifetime of criminality their own candidate (and now president-elect) has engaged in. And given that Trump's people have rather LOUDLY declared their intent to continue pursuing charges against Biden, no matter how trumped-up those charges are, Joe Biden took a step to put an end to that kind of bullshit. Is it ideal? No. But not a single fucking Trumpanzee has ANY moral high ground to stand on demanding that Biden be "ideal". JFC, Ivanka Trump's father-in-law (while under investigation for tax fraud) set his whistle-blowing brother up with a prostitute to then out the brother to his wife as a philanderer, in the hopes of shutting him up. Kushner, the father-in-law, did a significant stint in federal prison for that. Trump pardoned him, and has just named him as US Ambassador to France. So spare me your crocodile tears for Biden's actions. Maybe if Republicans weren't such shitty people, backing such a shitty presidential candidate, Democrats could do a better job of living up to the ideals that they at least try to honor.

So I went for the first time only two weeks ago. Thanks for the encouragement of a couple of people on here. Thank you all. I wore a Jock strap, plus I have been working on glutes for over 2 years so wanted to show off my assets. I was so fuckin nervous is an understatement. Walked by several time mainly because I was (1) sober (even after two shots at Compton’s); and (2) my biggest fear was what if I bump into someone I know (3) i just didn’t feel I fitted in ( too preppy looking). The guys were friendly. I just don’t think I was, because I was so nervous and although I went into it to have fun I didn’t want to have fun straight away so I might have rejected people who approached me in the first hour. After a few drinks I started dancing and by that time a newer breed of crowd started entering and my confidence grew. I was first approach by two guys at the bar who chatted to me and stated playing with my ass and then took my hand to the back - they both took it in turn to fuck me (I had poppers) once done and as I was about to walk out slightly disheveled a third guy wanted me to come over to him. He face fucked me which got me excited while I was on my knees and then I got up and someone came behind me and fucked me. Then everything was a bit of a haze - in total I had four guys ( not bad for a beginner). i did go to the bar, for another drink by this time I just felt dirty. And wanted to rest a bit before I go for another round so decide to sort myself out in the toilets. Etc etc and went and had a drink and then had one more guy who must have been in his 30s and decide to leave. The. experience was great but the logistics was bit chaotic for me. Too many bags with clothes, having to undress / dress (not enough mirrors LOL). The important thing is don’t wear really white footwear - that’s my takeaway, but now I have been I am going to do a few things differently.

We all need an uncle like that. With a cock who think that everyone is a hole who need to be fuck and breed

I don't understand the motivation to keep secrets from someone we supposedly love, respect and care for. Yeah lots of people do; but that doesn't make it a good thing.

Wow. Thank you for gifting us with such an amazing story. I'm sad to see this will be your final story, but you have gone out on a high (pun intended). Thank you for all your stories/posts, you have been one of my favourite contributors to this site.

Part 11; Fisting Frank Once arriving at Frank's home Bill and Frank made Josh wait in Frank's basement play-dungeon whilst they had a few Whiskey's upstairs before the first Fisting training session commenced. During the next 6 months Josh would attend Frank's basement play-dungeon 2 consecutive nights each week for at least 7 hours each night which would always include Frank and Bill after the 7 hour Fisting session fucking and cumming inside of Josh on both days/nights. That would work out at 14 hours straight per week Fisting over 26 weeks which totals 364 hours of Fisting PrEP which amounts to 15 whole days in a 6 month period of being Fisted. A nice and sloppy prolapsed rectum for the party was cultivated! In the 6 months of training Fisting Frank had developed for my boy a full blooming prolapse. Of course my boy was set homework where he would do training himself at home using ginormous toys. Having completed his chasing mission my boy was now a fully fledged Fisting pig. He could not get enough of his new main interest, spending all of his free time taking bigger and bigger toys. From the time we met until now his rectum had greatly stretched out. He was now loose! 🌹🐽

Part 10; Boss Bill ''Here, some clouds for you to blow pig.'' As my boy got high Bill would keep on tightening the vice nipple clamps and yanking the chain hard. My boy was now flying high, and Bill ordered him to lean out of the window. Now leaning out the window into the moon lit night with his ass exposed to Bill who was now wearing my Muir, Bill unzipped and slid in balls deep into my boy. Not even a drop of spit for lube! ''What a cheap nasty fag, just letting any old stranger fuck you. I could have anything. In fact, I have something very unique I can gift to you, pig. My CRF19 strain of HIV. Do you want it?'' ''I accept whatever you want to do with me, Boss.'' ''What a good little obedient nasty worthless poz fuck-pig you are. Your cunt is so wet, warm, soft, and nasty. But it is too tight for me. I like a cunt to be completely trashed and sloppy. My good buddy Frank can train you up for me. Fisting Frank we call him.'' Bill pulled out of my boy's freshly diagnosed poz rectum. ''Listen, I'm here to collect his decades of diaries he has kept as he wanted me to have them, then we'll get going. Stay there.'' Little did my dear friend Bill know that my final diary would be missing that would remain in the hands of my legacy holder. A while later.... ''I've found the 1974 to 2023 diaries. Can't believe the crazy fucker kept notes on his life for almost the final fifty years of sixty three. Cannot find this year's part year though.'' Josh heard Bill open the top drawer to my bedside cabinet where Josh had only a few hours ago procured the 2024 diary. ''No, not there either. Damn.'' Bill called our mutual friend Frank. ''Hey Frank. You never guess what. That neg pig our late friend Ron had met, well, would you believe I have him here at Ron's place, and he is now no longer neg. Officially new to the poz brotherhood as of today. Just gave him a quick fuck, but he is a bit tight for our liking. You up for training him every week prior to the next Club ''Poz-Demon'' event at my club in 6 months time?'' ''Hey Bill..... Fuck yeah, why not. I'm free right now if you like for some several hours training if you are.'' ''Fuck YEAH. I'll bring him right around. I have the faggot high on meth. See you in a short while.'' ''Great, see you in a bit.'' Next thing Josh knew is Bill sliding balls deep back into him as he immediately commenced a hard and fast brutal fuck. Such force was used that the following question asked could not be physically answered.... ''You ready to get even higher, and your first round of Fisting training?'' Bill knew Josh could not answered and got off on that fact, but he carried on pounding away for several minutes. He then stopped.... ''You ready to get even higher, and your first round of Fisting training?'' He slammed in violently and held still balls deep... ''Yes, BOSS'' ''Good pig faggot. Hot to know that my good friend Ron will live on inside of you. Not only has he left me the house, but YOU too. What a fucking bonus. A few days before he passed he did make a small adjustment in his last Will and Testament to leave you part of his estate.'' Bill continued the brutal fuck until he dumped his high viral load. And straight after he got his new bit of meat, my dear boy, into the car and drove him to Frank's house. On the drive there Bill told my boy about the yearly event Club ''Poz-Demon'', with the next one being held in 6 months with my boy to be the star attraction. ''Everyone at this event is Poz and in most cases are very much Detectable. Sometimes there is a star attraction, and you and your sexy nasty ass of yours are perfect for this. How would you like to receive my CRF19 strain via unconventional means?'' ''What would I have to do for that, Boss?'' ''Sit back and relax whilst you are hooked up to a blood bag to receive half a litre of my unique CRF19 strain. It will be necessary to have you in a dream like psychedelic floating high as a kite state. And afterwards you will get gang-banged in a sling that is inside of a cage in the middle of the main dance floor. How does that sound to you? I need your full consent for this to occur.'' ''Sounds Hot, BOSS. I fully consent.''

Part 4: Foreplay ''w0w.'' ''What. You prefer a muscular physique?'' ''I think you should know by now albeit in a short time I am not like that. A chasing slut I maybe, but shallow, no. And that Dick, fuck, it looks delicious.'' We looked into one another's eyes again and I smiled at his compliment to my appendage, and letting me know my physical appearance did not bother him. He really did have depth. Great to know the new generation wasn't completely lost. ''But I am not even erect.'' ''I've seen photos of that thing at full mast, and trust me, I believe your profile stat of that highly charged thick veiny monster poz-piston being 9". Damn. And hey, you are lying there naked whilst I remain clothed, how very rude of me. It's only fair that I am in the same boat.'' He kept his focus on my eyes as he undressed, and before I knew it there he stood, NAKED, a gymnast trained physique complete with a high round bubble butt. And his dick out of sight locked in a small steel chastity cage. ''Damn! Turn around and step close to me.'' I grabbed a hold of one of his well trained glutes. My penis instantly became fully engorged. ''DAMN. Hard as a rock! Get in the bed with me, sexy boy.'' ''Yes Sir.'' He hopped on, straddled his legs either side of mine, kneeling, took a firm hold of my throbbing penis at its base, looked up at me and took to licking the sensitive glans. I threw my head back and groaned/grunted in ecstasy as he made my entire body tingle. I brought my head back upright and looked at his sweet obedient puppy looking face as he continued to look at me whilst swirling his tongue around those sensitive penis-glans. ''It has been a very long time since anyone called me Sir. Being seen as such hits the spot.'' No sooner had I said that a huge dollop of my highly toxic pre cum shot out and flooded the shiny fat head. Before it had a chance to trickle down my shaft my hungry boy took as much of my penis as he could into his mouth. Considering the position of his body he done well to take a good portion of the length. The feeling of his warm wet mouth wrapped around my throbbing shaft and taking in as much of the length as he could was so intense I could barely take it.... I threw my head back grunting in ecstasy again as my hands took a hold of behind his head and pushed his head down firmly. Somehow out of nowhere I found some strength. He started to choke and gag and I responded by pushing his head down harder. My head still tilted back with my eyes shut I sternly said.... ''Oh Fuck, what a good little cock sucker you are. C'mon, you wanted it, then you take it.'' Bringing my head back and opening my eyes I let go of my grip and his mouth came off of my saliva sodden penis as he came up for air, coughing, spluttering, and drooling. ''Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I didn't realise I still had it in me. Was I too rough.'' With drool dangling from the corners of his lips he spoke.... ''I LOVE it rough, Sir.'' ''Fuck, you are perfect. Come and lie next to me.'' ''Yes, Sir.'' He lay next to me facing me, and in a heartbeat we were in a tight embrace, my cold body against his young and central heating like warm flesh which actually heated me up, with my tongue shoved down his throat as I groped him all over feeling his beautiful firm body, especially grabbing firmly his big round bubble ass with regular finger probing of his silky smooth warn anus. DAMN! We had been kissing deeply within our contrasting bodies intertwined in a locked Sir and his loyal obedient boy unison for what seemed like a heavenly eternity when we both came up for air. Still holding onto one another we looked into each others eyes intently. ''I have an offer to make to you, Sir.'' ''You have given me more than enough. If you were to leave right now I'd die a very happy man. But go on, what is this offer?'' His eyes searched mine and out it came.... ''The thing is, I really like you, Sir. I mean, more than like you. I have never felt a connection like this with anyone. A new found intensity. I dunno, it feels like....'' ''Go on.'' ''It feels like we are a perfect match, in every sense. I feel like I have known you my whole life. Yes, I know, sounds way too corny, right. Just what I feel deep within.'' ''Not corny at all. At least you own your feelings and are not afraid of them or afraid of showing your vulnerability. As for that perfect match and feeling like I have known you my whole life, well yes, I feel exactly the same way. It has been a very long time. And I am more than old enough to know when not to deny what I feel.'' ''Anyway, my offer. Just in case the situation may I arise I have in my rucksack a bag full of tricks to keep us occupied for the entire weekend. So if you like I could stay over the whole weekend. My next shift is not until Sunday evening.'' ''There is nothing more in the world I would like better than having you stay with me for a few days. I'd have you here forever. You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like.'' ''Can I use your bathroom please? I would like to PrEP to give you as an absolute gorgeous beautiful stud that you are the best that you deserve.'' ''Sure, it is the second on the left. And you are too kind sweet boy.'' ''It's the truth.'' He picked up his rucksack, gently kissed me, and was then gone for what seemed like an eternity. He could not have left could he? No, his clothes were still on my bedroom floor. I lay in bed flying with euphoria. This super sexy young man was actually here! I wish I knew this beautiful man decades ago, but then being only 22 that would not have happened as he wasn't even born. As my boy was in the bathroom doing what he had to do to PrEP I Ronald called my carers to inform them I did not need anyone to come in until Monday morning as a friend in town who happened to be a carer would be looking after me. Well, it wasn't a lie. 😉 During our weekend of sex, intimacy and getting to know each other he also cared for me by cooking for me/us, and washing me too. Josh returned by which time my penis had gone soft again. Upon his return from the bathroom he was wearing a meth smile and my bathrobe which covered him neck to ankle, with his rucksack on his back. Damn, I was eager to see more of what I had been lucky enough to see earlier. He seemed different somehow in his demeanor and by what I could smell coming from my hallway I knew why. He was holding a bloodied toothbrush.

Everyone has a different psychology that fuels their sexual desires, and that's ok. Some men feel humiliated or emasculated by the act of sucking cock, others feel empowered. Different strokes for different folks. I for one can identify with the humiliation aspect. I am bi and not open about it, so sucking a man's cock is very [banned word] and something I'm embarrassed about. I also enjoy dominant men that feel more assertive and powerful than me, so I for one get a lot of pleasure from feeling inferior to them and being put into the role of a submissive female. I like the feeling of a man exerting his male aggression over me, and that is most felt when he cums in my mouth. I think it's a lot more dominating and humiliating to be made to take it in the mouth. He wants to use a very intimate part of your body, your mouth, where you will really feel him and taste him and eventually eat him. I feel so dirty and powerless when he grabs my head or holds my face in place as he jerks himself off, demanding that I open my mouth, and being forced to take his load in my mouth. Even though I want it, I like the feeling of him just doing what he wants and me having to go along with it. That can feel a little humiliating as a man, to submit to another guy. It feels like losing and not winning in a way and it comes from my psyche of feeling like he is the real man in the situation and I am beneath that.

I was on Asspig and chatting with a couple I knew who hosted occassionally when another guy IM'd me. He was at the couple's place and invited me to come over. Work had been really crazy late as of late and I needed a release, so I cleaned up and headed out. I had never actually met up with these guys, so it was a pleasant surprise to enter the loft and find the couple as hot as their pics: two fucking leather pigs with a sling in the bedroom. Right after introductions I met their friend J, a hot Italian leather man. In no time we were smoking T and I was in the sling. They had been partying for awhile and our hosts were kind of spent, I only got shortly fucked and fisted, when J suggested I go home with him. No problema. We said our farewell and headed to the PATH to WTC to his place on the LES. On the way he was making jokes about maybe scoring some China and such, maybe fuck some homeless or ex con. I usually don't party much so I let it slide. We got to his studio and drink some Grade with G to get mellow and get naked. He put on a harness, steel cockring and big rubber boots and we settled in to smoking, feeling each other and talking. My inhibitions were definitely low at this point when he asked "do you want to slam with me?" Well I never had and he gave me the rundown on what to expect. We played and smoked for awhile and I finally gave in. He showed me my own clean needle, said he would do me and laid me back on the pillows to relax. He mixed me a small dose, I intensely watched him mix one for himself; he would do me then quickly himself. I lay back and watched him tie a belt on my upper arm, he found a vein and slowly inserted the slam, pulling back then plunging in. He whipped off the belt and HOLY SHIT, my whole body became electric and after only one cough and a few deep breaths I wanted nothing but dick! He lay next to me and I watched him slam. We were both flying and I told him I wanted his big uncut dick in me. He laughed and said I could have all the ex con dick I wanted, he had been out for six months and needed ass bad. Let's just say he fucked me for nine hours. I did a second slam and after getting whipped and taking his chem piss, it took me two days to recover. At least we were only on webcam and I had the sense to not go and get whored-out like he wanted to. Looking forward to another session like that!

I've been in Atlanta for years and even though I dodged the bug for years, I've been poz for a while now. Every time I try to get my life to the vanilla, house and picket fence type shit, my perviness takes over. And I understand. I'm a hung athletic BBC with tattoos. I'm the stereotypical macho fucking black guy that you see and you're like "That guy will fuck some shit up". While it has worked in my favor, it has worked against me sometimes, but I'm really happy. I've had TONs of sexual experiences, with women, men, and TSs. I've been taken care of by older men and women, which has always helped. But my perviness is imprinted into me from years of living in ATL. I've been all over the US and I can honestly say ATL is the home of some of the freakiest people, PERIOD. Especially for lovers of Big Black Cock. So, if you are looking for it here in ATL, I can point you into the right direction. No matter how crazy or raunchy, let me know and I'll try my best to point you in the right direction. Now I'm a verse, meaning I truly flip flop, some days I top, some days I top and bottom. I'll give you honest answers to your questions. Might even meet up with you and organize a gangbang or 2. But I'm telling you, I've seen it ALL in this city. ANd had some hot times. Been to EVERY porn theatre and most ABSs, fucked white girls for free of backpage raw in hotels in Cobb County suburbs to rooftops with tranny prostitues hitting me BB in the ass while I sniff poppers in Midtown. I've been to Trapeze to Flex. Fucked OUTSIDE on the ramp at the CHesire Motor Inn. Did Gangbangs in Insurrection. Pimped out white boys from out of town on Chesire Bridge. You have a question, ask.

Who's into play with loads from pre-loaded condoms or frozen cum? Would love to get some sent to me and send back videos of me eating it or using the cum in my hole.

Thanks to a cool head that was not my own, I cordially invite any Democrats to make the arguments for the big man to offer a pardon.

I met my ex 3 years ago online. He was completely different than anyone I had dated before. He was a tall muscular top that was very dominant both in and out of bed. I fell hard for him and found him very hard to resist. Shortly after we started dating, he took me to Steamworks in Chicago. He told me it was his fantasy to watch his bf get fucked by other guys. I was very nervous considering I had never done anything like this before. After we got settled in the room, he threw me face down on the bed and started rimming/fingering my ass. For some reason, it burnt while he was doing it. He wasn't using much lube so I just assumed it was that. After he was done, he told me to stay face down while he went and walked around. When he knocked on the door, I made sure I was in position. I started feeling really horny due to the booty bump he gave me without me knowing. After about 20 min. he knocked and I got ready. He sat down in front of me and told me to suck his cock. After telling me to keep my eyes focused on him, I felt a hand on my ass. The guy he let in started fingering me and I felt the same burn again while he was doing it. After allowing me to take a hit of poppers, the guy behind me lined his cock up to my ass and started pushing inside me. My eyes widened and my bf said everything was ok that he asked the guy if he was neg already. The guy was pretty big and once he slide all the way in, he started pounding my ass. I was really starting to loosen up at this point. I couldn't believe how much I liked what was going on. At some point, the guy must have reached around and opened the door. I was so focused on my bf that when they guy slipped out, I didn't realize that he let someone else slide in. When my bf was done watching, he fucked me several times that night. I left that night thinking the cum in my ass was his, but the two guys that fucked me, stealthed my ass while my bf enjoyed every minute. About a year into our relationship, my bf started introducing chems into our sex life. Love makes you do crazy things and I gave in to him immediately. He told me that the only way to play was bb to enhance the experience. He then told me he had been doing it for months without me knowing. We started hooking up with guys regularly on the weekend. He always watched them fuck me and I never said no to anyone he invited over. I was so fucked up by the end of the weekend that I had to start smoking on the weekdays to just stay awake. As a result, I was always horny and I started looking for other ways to get cock. During my lunch breaks, I would walk over to the cruisy bathroom down the street and suck cock or get fucked. Taking loads from anyone who was there. Afterwards, I would text my bf and tell him what I was doing. He really started to get into this and even started posting CL ads to find guys to fuck me. He would text me their addresses and tell them they would be waiting. Most of the time it was anonymous and I let these guys fuck me without ever seeing them. I couldn't stop what I was doing. The tina was starting to take hold. About 6 months ago, I was slammed for the first time. We had gone to Mans Country in Chicago and he set up a gang fuck before we got there. He told me that this would be the last time he would want me to party. I had no idea what was about to happen. After the rush, I couldn't see straight and I was beyond fucked up. For the first time ever, he reached into our bag and pulled out a hood. With my hands and legs restrained in the sling, I couldn't resist him putting it on and all I could do was mumble. Once he was done setting things up, he opened the door. I couldn't say anything. I just had to watch as guy after guy came in and fucked my ass. I had never had more than 1 or 2 guys playing around with me at one time. I was scared and horny all at the same time. Each time someone slid inside me, you could hear the wetness of the cum as my insides were lubed up. After the 3rd guy, everyone just used the cum that was leaking out of my ass as lube. I heard some of the guys talking with him about some toys they had back in their room. He told them to go get them and that he would get me ready for their return. He closed the door and never took off the hood. I couldn't say anything and I was completely under his control. He tightened the restraints and it was at that point when he said that this had been his plan all along. He had always wanted to take someone and turn them into a bb cumdump that was addicted to meth. I started to cry and he just looked at me and smiled. I craved tina and cum every day now and this was what he always wanted. He let the guys back in and they said they brought a surprise. They pulled out 4 points and said that had one for each of us. It was at that point my bf said the most surprising thing, he didn't party. I had never noticed all this time that he was getting me high and not doing it himself. He then told them that I would be more than happy to take a double slam. As they slid the needles in my arm, my bf slipped his dick in me for the last time. He came in no time and he watched me take off when the last drop was inside me. The rush was so intense and wearing a hood only intensified it. I couldn't do anything but sit there and squirm while the two guys slammed and then started playing with my ass. My bf had cum in me for the last time. He started packing up his things and told the two guys that this had always been my fantasy. He whispered in my ear goodbye and told me that he would be moving out. He left the guys enough money to renew the room when my time was up and he pulled out one last surprise before he left. Another full syringe that he told the guys was there for them to use. I watched as I was fisted and double fucked with dildos. All I did was moan in pleasure. I felt so good that I forgot what had just happened with my bf and I let the tina take over. While they were playing with my ass, I started to leak piss. They collected it in a water bottle and then proceed to give me a piss enema not only with my piss but theirs. My high only intensified as my vision was blurry and the ringing in my ears getting louder. They went and took a break for a few. When they came back they asked if I wanted to stay there or go back to their playroom at their house. For the first time in hours, the hood was unzipped and I could speak. All I could say was I didn't care. They could use me however they wanted or leave me there alone. They asked if I would try to leave if they loosened the restraints. I was so broken at this point that I said no. All I wanted was to get fucked and asked if they would help me. We got dressed and headed to their place. Fast forward to now. I quit my retail job and moved out of my apartment once I started slamming. The two guys I met at Mans Country agreed to let me stay with them as long as I paid rent and I was available to them 24/7. I earn extra money by escorting since I can't seem to hold a job. All I care about is my high and getting fucked. I never thought that I would become this person, but once I gave in, I found that nothing else really matters.

Thank you very much brother. That means a great deal to me. I feel honoured 😊

Part 9: Final Entry. Several weeks had passed since my beautiful boy Josh and I had met, and he had the urge to come and visit me. His psychic intuition told him that I had passed on. He would happen to come to mine in the evening on the day that he would be going for a HIV test. It was 7pm and using my key safe he let himself in. In this realm I had not been in my Earthly home for 6 weeks now. My boy opened the door and was confronted with a huge pile of post. He looked around and knew I was gone. He looked through a few of my drawers and cupboards and found my diary for this year so far which of course I would never get to complete the year. Once again he came with a rucksack of goodies. He got naked, attached his vice nipple clamps that complimented his chastity cage, then gave me a dildo fuck show where he rode on large dildos in front of my freestanding mirror in my bedroom whilst wearing my Muir. Once again he played here in this room in the moonlight. As he fucked himself in front of my mirror he read through from end to start the two weeks we had been speaking online. The first entry said; ''Speaking with a very beautiful young man online this evening. Age 22 so 41 years my junior who has a very warm kind smile. As he puts it he wants me to knock him up. I have mixed feelings. On one hand there are feelings of guilt and responsibility, but on the other I find myself greatly turned on at the thought of a beautiful man a few generations younger than I carrying around my essence come legacy for his lifetime.'' He got to my final diary entry was from the night of the second day (the Sunday) that we were together. It simply said; ''Just spent the happiest few days of my life.... I feel exhilarated and euphoric on an emotional and spiritual level, but I'm feeling extremely weak and exceptionally tired so I'm going to take a nap now. Thank you Josh my Darling boy. Have a wonderful life my sweetheart. I'll see you on the other side. With the greatest affection, adoration, and all my love, your loving Ronnie.... XX'' He'd been fucking himself for a few hours when he decided he needed the real thing so Sauna time it was. He put my final diary and his fuck toys into his bag and still naked he was about to put his tee on when the door to my bedroom opened. It was my good friend Bill who had come around to continue going through my belongings. True to form he was in his usual attire of camo trousers, army boots and a tight fitting tank top with a flight jacket. Josh hurriedly put his tee on.... ''I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be here, I....'' ''Hey, no need to panic. Take your tee off again and kneel before me.'' In just his chastity cage and vice nipple clamps my boy knelt before Bill as he had been instructed. Bill tightened the vice nipple clamps and yanked hard on the chain. ''Are you the pig that was here several weeks ago to get knocked up?'' ''Yes. I guess Ronnie told you. Where is he? I feel he has passed.'' ''So many questions, and when you are trespassing too! And to you, it is Boss.'' Bill liked the mind games, especially with his prey! 😉 Josh's head bowed.... ''Sorry, Boss.'' ''Look up at me. That's better. Now, have you had any kind of flu/fever since your first visit here?'' ''Yes, Boss.'' ''And have you been tested for HIV recently?'' ''Yes Boss. Today.'' ''And the result?'' ''I am now HIV+, Boss.'' Bill smirked in a cocky fashion.... ''So dear Ron lives on inside of you. You happen to like blowing clouds, don't you pig?'' ''Yes, Boss.'' ''Good. You stay where you are with your hands clasped behind your back and your head bowed down. Understood!?'' ''Yes, Boss.'' Bill went off to his vehicle and soon returned with a ready to use meth pipe.

Part 7: The Mirror. As I sat in my wheelchair enjoying my cigar I was also lucky enough to enjoy the hot as fuck view; once again my boy was holding onto the tall freestanding mirror with his legs spread more than shoulder width apart, bent knees with his huge round bubble ass arched out to my direction, once again teasing with grinding hip action. He looked over his shoulder at me, grinding his hips, smiling and sweating high on meth as I smoked my cigar. ''I want you to Fuck me again, Sir. But this time I want you to dump your dirty seed deep inside of my bleeding neg guts. I am fucking DESPERATE for it!!'' My young stud helped me from my wheelchair so I was now kneeling in front of the mirror, still at a 45 degree angle. Once I was settled into my new pozition with cushions under my knees for comfort he suddenly took a scalpel from his rucksack and pointed the blade at one of the bulging protruding veins on my penis, and bam.... He made an incision causing my toxic blood to squirt onto the floor. And in true hog style he on all fours with his head to the ground lapped it up. My young companion for the evening then knelt directly in front of me and arched his ass out.... ''All of me inside and out is yours, Sir, and I fully consent for you to give me what I deeply desire for you to gift to me. Now please fuck me, and FUCK me Good'' I promptly put my cigar into the ashtray that my boy had thoughtfully placed near to me, shuffled the small way forwards I needed to go, took a hold of his left hip, and with my right hand guided my throbbing and bleeding with toxic blood penis into his bleeding neg rectum. And there we were, in unison together, balls deep..... Our blood mixing! I had not started to fuck yet when I looked into the mirror. But not a my boy. Something made me look at myself. What did I see. Not a man I recognised that is for sure. My face was pale, gaunt, with eyes that were deep set with the whites sporting a yellow tinge. I glanced over my wasted body then back to my face where I just stared at myself, until.... A devilish smirk came about and I started to FUCK! ''This is so risky.... My bleeding penis deep inside of your bleeding rectum with no condom for protection. Once it's in there it's never coming out. Once it's in there I'll be living inside you forever. Are you ready for that?" "Yes, SIR. I now NEED you to be the one to turn me poz. I am so READY.'' I reached over for my cigar and took to smoking it again as we passionately sweaty-fucked, staring intently into each others eyes via our reflections.... ''I love that you are taking what is rightfully yours, Sir. This young gymnastic body, my firm round ass, my soft, warm and wet cunt that your Poz-Fuck-Meat and mind are both fucking... It all belongs to you. Unload your balls of your potent toxic man seed that will change and shape my life from this day forwards. GO ON.... Let me have it.'' His explicit open and honest verbal communication set me off and my steady pace of fucking since I entered him suddenly quickened and from out of nowhere an inner strength I had not felt in a good few years roared to the surface. Via our reflections are gaze remain locked in unison... ''Fuck YES.'' ''That's it Sir you sexy hung highly charged-toxic Leather clad Cigar smoking Poz stud, go on, fuck my soul and corrupt my DNA. Flood my piggy neg cunt with your filth and knock me up. Make me your whore. Turn me into your fucking nasty poz pig, SIR'' ''Oh FUCK... I am about to ejaculate, FUCK YEAH.... Here it comes, I'm fucking EJACULATING'' ''YES..... InFeCt me. Stick it to this nasty faggot.'' ''I'm going to mark you. I'm going to fucking mark YOU.'' And with my last comment he let out a primal scream as I felt my body tense up and the base to the shaft of my penis twitch as my perineum strongly and rhythmically pulsated to commence the injection of my potent viral seed with my bleeding shaft balls deep into this sweet yet piggy boy's hungry bleeding neg rectum! With each pulsation/twitch I grunted loudly which mingled and intertwined with his primal scream.

My favorite position to be mounted.

Humiliation is in the intent, not the act.

Originally, I had intended to write a prequel focusing on Dom and his journey toward becoming a poz top. I had a whole cast of characters in my head. After a bit of time, I put the idea on a shelf. I was trying to write a new chapter for every Sunday, and it became too hard to keep up. I knew starting the prequel or spin-off would prolong that schedule, and I wasn't in a good place to do so. Instead, I found a way to wrap this story to a temporary close, leaving room to grow if I decided to. It's possible that Joe could step in. I honestly forget some of the characters or situations because this story took 2 years to complete. I forget things, and I haven't read back through this story since I wrote it.

Do I rim? ENTHUSIASTICALLY!

Internal Cumpilation [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/pulsating-injections-of-liquid-life-and-love/

Part 10 I walked over to Greg and grabbed his hand and took it off his dick. “Slow down man or you're going to waste that load of cum,” I said smiling at him. “Wouldn't you prefer to cum in his ass instead of all over your own hand?” Greg licked his lips and stared at Chad's open wet inviting hole a few inches in front of him. “Yeah I'd prefer to. Shoot my cum deep inside him. It'd be so hot!” he whispered hoarsely. “Then do it man,” I encouraged him. “His ass is so tight and warm and feels fucking amazing on my bare cock. I get so turned on watching my slutty little brother get dicked and bred by another guy's hard raw cock. And he loves being filled with cum,” I told him, realizing I was getting hornier than I had been at the thought of me and Chad convincing him to barebuck fuck Chad's hole. It was wildly arousing working to seduce him to give in. Chad was wiggling his muscled jock ass in front of Greg. “Yeah man there's nothing hotter than having my ass filled with a thick hot load of cum. Especially from a cheating married big fucking cock!” Greg moaned, visibly weakening. I placed the pipe back between his lips and told him to take another big hit. He did so and blew out another good-sized cloud. I started playing with Greg's nips as he took a second hit and I whispered temptingly in his ear loud enough for Chad to hear. “And it's even better if the cum he's getting is full of chems, making him more of a pig. And your cum is definitely full of tina man.” I reached down and wrapped a fist around his cock and started stroking slowly, causing another hungry moan to come from Greg's lips. Chad must have decided to help convince Greg because he eased off the bed, came over to the chair where Greg was sitting and, with his back to Greg lowered his ass down toward Greg's lap. My hand was still holding Greg's dripping cock and I guided it to my little brother's hole as Chad pushed back and down some more until Greg's cocklips were pressing against Chad's asslips. Greg was panting in heat now and Chad knew he almost had him. He looked over his shoulder again at Greg his gaze boring into Greg's eyes. “Oh yeah, man. Your cockhead feels so good on my hole. Slide it in. Fuck my ass skin-on-skin until you shoot your cum in my guts. Your married cheating cum.” With that said Chad pushed down with a little more force until the raw head of Greg's dick popped through his sphincter into the smooth wetness of his ass. “Awwww fuuccckkk!” Greg growled and grabbed Chad's hips and pulled him more than halfway down his shaft. His bare uncovered shaft. “Yessss!” Chad hissed in wanton pleasure as he felt this stud's married cock sliding deeper inside him. “Give me that raw cock man! All the way in!” “So good,” Greg admitted. “Oh damn it feels so damn good to be inside you bare.” Greg's reluctance seemed to have disappeared as he thrust up into Chad's cummy hole, feeling the heat of Chad's hole on his bare shaft and feeling the wetness of my own load lubing his penetration. After a few minutes in this position I told them to get on the bed with Chad on all fours. They moved to that position without Greg's cock ever coming out of Chad's ass. He started fucking into Chad with longer strokes. “You like that bare cock in your ass man? You like how it feels rubbing your insides without a condom?” Greg demanded as he rammed my little brother deep and hard. “Hell fucking yes man!” Chad screamed. “It feels perfect! You're loving it too aren't you?” Greg slapped one of Chad's asscheeks hard and said, “Yes! Raw feels dirty and fantastic!” Greg was fully into the scene now and I was getting more and more turned on watching and listening to the two of them rutting. And I was mesmerized by the sight of Greg's strap-encased butt cheeks flexing and clenching as he pounded into Chad. I opened the bag of shards laying on the table and wetting my index finger I dipped it inside the bag, snagging a decent-sized piece on my fingertip. I ran the fingers of my other hand across Greg's lower back gathering up the sweat and moving the fingers to his asscrack and across his hole. “Yeah man play with my ass while I fuck your little brother. Love having my ass played with,” he grunted. I couldn't have planned it better. I covered my fingers and then his hole two or three more times with his sweat then placed the finger with the shard on it against his slicked up hole and pushed hard on one of his outstrokes from Chad's ass. My finger went in smoothly to the second knuckle and I rotated it a couple of times before pulling it out. Immediately I lowered my face to Greg's sexy ass and began eating his hole, giving the booty bump time to hit him. “That's it man! Eat my ass while I fuck your brother's hot ass! Oh yeah I love getting rimmed!” Then suddenly his body shuddered and he said, “Hell man! My ass is on fire! What are you doing?!” I pulled up from his hard ass mounds and slid my wet cockhead up and down his crack. “Keep fucking Chad's ass man,” I told him. “You like the way your ass is feeling?” He thrust into Chad again as he answered me. “Hell yes I do! It's tingling. I need something in it,” he moaned. I zeroed in on his spit and sweat covered hole with the head of my cock and asked him hoarsely, “You want my cock in it man? You want me to slide my cock in your hot ass while you bareback fuck my little brother?” Even as I was speaking I had placed my hands on Greg's hips and had started to apply pressure. Moaning, Greg pushed back as he said, “Yes! Fuck my ass man! Fuck my ass and make me fuck your little brother harder!” I exerted a little more force then felt the raw head of my dick pop inside this horny stud's married ass. “Take it!” I grunted. “Take my bare dick in your hot married ass!” I cried out and heard Greg say, “What??!!” (to be continued)

After the massage he offered his shower. I picked my clothes and phone and went in and it had more erotic painting of men on his bathroom wall. I looked at them and they got me a little aroused. They were very sensual pics of nude men with thick cocks. I went in and started to take a nice hot shower when he came in and opened the door to the shower and asked if he could come in too. He said he had a lot of cum to wash off. Before he could step in, I leaned forward and licked all the cum off his stomach, he then pushed me on my knees and pushed his now semihard cock in my mouth. I gladly opened my mouth and suck on his thick cock. I managed to get most of it in my mouth and in my throat. He moaned and said, "Oh good boy, suck it.". I sucked more and got some precum running out. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in and it hit the back of my throat and i gagged. He said softly," Relax and take it in". I went back down and relaxed my mouth and let it hit the back of my throat and took it all in. "Ohhhh thats its your mouth is like a tight pussy", he moaned. That was music to my ears. I wanted to more of his cock in my throat, i wanted it all including his balls. I sucked and swallowed it all. He in turn started doing a slow rhythmic pump in my throat. I opened my throat and took it in and learned to breathe to keep letting him fuck my mouth and then stuck my tongue out to lick his balls as they banged against my chin. Then he suddenly stopped pulled his hard thick cock out of my mouth with a huge glob of spit connecting with my mouth. He stood me up as if i was a rag doll then pushed my up against the shower wall pressed his body against my back and put his cock at my hole. I yelled, " No not without a condom please.". He pushed in and the head of his cock slipped in and with his left hand he grabbed my nipples and worked them over and his right hand grabbed my cock and started stroking it all the while nibbling at my neck. I couldn't help myself i just leaned back. In doing so 2 things happened. One is i slid further back on his hard pole and let out a moan, two is he got more access to my neck and started kissing and chewing on it and just melted. I turned my head we kissed and out tongues where widly doing a dance. All the while he kept pumping me. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah it feels so good. I never thought it could feel this good.", I said. "Oh yeah you like a bare cock in you don't you, you little whore.", he said. He kept pumping in me. It felt amazing to really feel his cock in me, pulsing, fucking me. Yet in the back of my mind i couldn't help worry about getting fucked bare. BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ. What the hell.....oh my clock alarm on my phone went off. It was to remind me to pick up my friend from work. The alarm kept going off and it was loud and irritating. As so i pushed back and he stopped fucking me. I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and turned off the alarm. Having my head clear I told him that i have to go and pick up my friend. He was there stroking his hard cock, "You sure you dont want to jump back on and finish the ride?", he said. He could see the lust in my eyes. I said, "Yes i need to go". I can't tell you how difficult that was. I so wanted to be bent over and fucked hard, as my own cock was hard, but needed to go. I got dressed, left the money and told him thank you.