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I went along to this for the first time. I haven't been to the LC before and things seemed to align - a cheap hotel room nearby (Zedwell) - and a party that people have recommended. If you've not been to the LC then it's a similar deal to Bunker or Underground Club, but larger, cleaner and better maintained. There's a bar and bathrooms on the ground floor, and stairs down to the basement - which looked to be to be about 2.5x bigger. The basement has an outdoor smoking patio and lot of dark corners to play in - a couple of well set up slings and other bits of equipment. Rawhide is a dress code event - black leather black rubber and boots. I was worried it might be full of twinky guys in puppy masks but it wasn't and the crowd reminded me of Backstreet, but with a much friendlier atmosphere. It has a really nice vibe to it. Plenty of fun to be had - I started out in the darker area to build some confidence and tried to get some group fun going by playing with one guy and then as others draw close involving them in the fun too. It was dark so I didn't really pay much attention to who or count how many - just got lost in the moment, I guess. Highlight was one of the younger guys in leather harness who cornered me. I hadn't paid him much attention because I usually end up playing with older and more bearish guys. I'd seen him getting fucked earlier on by a couple of leather guys, so assumed he was a bottom. But no... after some initial exploration he said the magic words - "Get in the sling, I wanna fuck you". I didn't need to be told twice! I hopped in and I was wearing a butt plug to keep my hole a bit stretched and keep any loads inside. He pulls it out - and then makes a show of licking it and then sucking on it. Looks like he's my kind of pig! After he's done I proffer to hold it so he has his hands free, but he has other ideas, and pops it in his own hole for safekeeping. Next he gets up to speed with fucking and he's not gentle at all. I'm encouraging him to dig harder and deeper. The scaffold supporting the sling is shaking and creaking with our momentum. He doesn't take long to nut - and when he does he stays inside a moment. When we regain our breath and composure he extracts my plug from his hole and uses it to plug mine and seal his cum inside - as he pushes it in, I can feel it's slick with whatever cum and juices it picked up from his hole. So lots of cock, but only one load - although I like to think sharing that plug meant I got more than a few second hand ones 😉

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

Part 17 I don’t think I ever met all my neighbors at the same time. It was a six-apartment building. So, it was inevitable that I would come across them one day or another. But here we were - me, Magoo, an ex-convict, a 50-something Latino man, a single and divorced man with his son, and another university student I never met – gathered to discuss the eviction letter that we received just before new year. The old apartment building was sold and to be demolished in the following summer. The search for an affordable place was even more difficult than I had anticipated. It wasn’t a surprise. The market speculation has made rent price skyrocket over the last few years, and out of my budget. It seems it was the same for all of us. One fact: we were fucked. By Easter, on our second and last meeting, the father told us that he would move into the basement of a not-so relative cousin. The student, Sebastian, would share an apartment with 5 other ones. The Latino man just nodded to us and left without a word. The ex-convict and Magoo said that they would find something. I was preparing for my final exams, so I had to stop looking for a few weeks. One night, Sebastian showed up unexpected at my door. “I am moving out this weekend. I wanted to let you know”, he said nonchalantly and added with confidence “I know you are gay and want you to blow me” as he grabs his crotch. Just like that. “I am not gay, but I haven’t score lately and I am horny. I figure that you hadn’t any yourself with school and shit” as he gestures with his hand the corridor. In a second, a flash of Magoo, the sex-driven addicted slut that would not hesitate to get on his knees, unzip and pull the pants down and blow feverishly the cock in front him. Regardless of the man. A cock is a cock. That’s what Magoo did for me when we were at AJ’s place. "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjobs because I am horny like crazy.” I had said which made AJ chuckled. “It was easy, isn’t it?” AJ added. Magoo just grunted and started performing his magic. I don’t know if it is the same for everyone or because my own sexual abstinence of the past weeks, but I was lost in this incredible feeling of the blowjob. I was brought back to reality when a pair of hands started tugging at my shirt. At some point AJ got naked and was now standing behind me with a gorgeous semi-erection. His hands were roaming my body, stretching my nipples as his fingers met them, kissing my neck; and like a mantra, whispering something that would haunt me for many weeks after. “Let it go, boy. This is meant to happen. Let it go” Call me stupid, but this is just what I did that day, I let it go. “Good boy. Become what you should be. Free yourself. Let it go” Magoo wasn’t gentle anymore. He was still sucking me, but also gnawing on the cockhead, foreskin and my piss slit. “Pain is pleasure” had told me Master Eddy once and “experiencing pain in the wake of pleasure is all a good fuckboy deserved”. At the same time AJ bit my neck strong enough to draw some blood. As it leaked, I felt myself in a throe of a rapture and came in Magoo’s mouth. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom” AJ said after Magoo made sure no cum was wasted. Sebastian passed by me and entered the apartment. I closed the door and drop on my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. And just like that, I sucked him like Magoo would do. Like Magoo groomed me to do. In the next hour, I awakened in a daze. I didn’t recognize the room, but Magoo was fucking AJ. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again. I woke up at the feeling of a warm sensation on my nuts. With my legs spread slightly, Magoo was nursing them with his tongue, a finger going back and forth over my ass hole. “What happened?” “You passed out” AJ leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue. Magoo took this opportunity to slide two barely lubed fingers in my ass. I tensed, my hole accepting the fingers quite easily. I realized I was a little sore down there. “Sshh… Let him…” AJ kisses me back and starts playing with my nipples again. They were sore which I didn’t recall from earlier. They must have played with them when I was out. “Look at me and keep your mouth open”. I heard a long, deep throat clearing and I saw AJ spit a yellowish slimy loogie which zero-in my throat and made me gag. “Nah nah nah, swallow that, pig boy” AJ mocked me while forcibly put a hand on my mouth. Magoo was going to town on my ass with what I thought was now three fingers. “Open up again” AJ ordered me. He hocked up some more phlegm and spit it again, this time missing my mouth. “Oops” he chuckled. With his fingers he fed me the disgusting slimy substance. I was on autopilot and started sucking them like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then we made out again, engaging in a tongue battle. “I think he is ready” and without delay Magoo thrusted his long pozzed cock in my ass. I felt a strange burning sensation like I never known before as the old man started fucking me. I kind of lost my thoughts as Magoo was long dicking me. I realized he was fucking me bare! I broke the kiss. “A condom! You need to put a condom!” I said with urgency. Mid-stroke, an exasperated Magoo looked at me and stop fucking. “Get me a condom”, Magoo said to AJ. At this moment, I couldn't have been more prouder of Magoo accepting my request. He was always a fan of fucking bare, skin on skin, and delivering poz loads in all his victims. While AJ was unwrapping the rubber, I could feel Magoo’s cock micro-thrusting in my ass, just over my prostate. I have to admit it felt good. Magoo grabbed the condom and look at me. “Open your mouth” he told me and then with a sadistic smile he pry the condom in. “Now shut your fucking mouth and let me do my work” I looked at Magoo, then AJ, astonished by Magoo’s behavior. AJ chuckled again, “You heard the man”. Magoo resumed his fuck with vengeance. He was on a mission.

How did I end up here? An hour ago I had been looking for a bit of light fun on Squirt when I came across his profile, now here I was blindfolded, in a blue jockstrap and on all fours with a bottle of amyl in my hand waiting for him to come and use me. I took one look at his cock on Squirt and knew I had to have him fuck me, I wasn’t sure at first if he would even be interested. Here I was a 23 years old and he was 48, more than twice my age, I doubted if I was his type. I decided it was worth a try and messaged him. “Hey, how’s it going?” A minute later I got a reply. “Good, what you looking for boy?” “I dunno exactly, but you have the most amazing cock, I’d do anything to get a closer look…” “Anything, Boy?” “Yes Sir, anything.” “Ok, send your address, I want you naked, blindfolded and on all fours on your bed” I quickly got hard at the thought of this and sent him my address. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes” he messaged back. So here I was blindfolded and waiting on my bed, I was starting to wonder if he had bailed when I heard my door which was on the latch click. I heard his footsteps as he came down the hall and walked into my room. “Nice…” he murmured as he came upon the site on me, ass up, blindfolded and waiting for his cock. I heard the noise of his iPhone taking pictures of me and my exposed hole as he ran his hands over my body and toyed with my cock and hole. I quickly tried to say “Hey buddy, I don’t want any pictures of me about…” when he leaned into my ear and said “A bit to late for that slut, you’re all mine for right now and you’re going to do whatever I want”. I shuddered and accepted that I would do anything to get that beautiful big cock inside me. I had laid out the condoms and lube next to me on the bed, I heard him uncap the lube and then felt his cold fingers playing with my hole. After a few minutes of his fingers I was moaning and begging for more. “Please, I need that cock inside me.” “Of course you do baby, you’re perfect little hole is ready for it too.” I heard a squirt of more lube and then felt his big warm cock head push against my twitching hole and start to open me up. “Hey, we should be using a condom” I protested. “You said you would do anything for my cock” he replied as he sunk two inches into me. I gasped as he pushed more of his fat raw cock inside me, I hit the amyl hard to help me take it, as I started to feel the effects I acknowledged to myself that I had told him I would do anything to have his cock inside me. A few minutes later I felt his big swollen balls brushing my ass, I had his entire cock inside of me. I was dripping precum all over the sheets as I focused on what it felt like with his massive swollen pole lodged deep in my cunt. Here I was taking the massive shaft of a man more than twice my age, waiting for him to use my hole as his cumdump. I took another hit of amyl to help with the pain of being so stretched. “FUCK ME SIR” He just laughed, “oh you’re going to be fucked alright” as he picked up the pace. I felt that big cock reaming out my hole, his huge nuts slapping against my thighs while he plowed me deep. I heard him reach for the iPhone again and start recording me, I pictured what it must look like with me on my knees with a fat cock demolishing my hole. He continued his pace, every now and then changing the angle at which I was taking his cock, eliciting more moans of pain and pleasure from me. He knew I was well past my safe sex concerns and only fixated on one thing, his fat cock in my hole. “You want my load you little slut?” he spat at me. “Yes sir, please make me your boy.” “Oh I’m gonna make you my boy, you’re gonna remember this fuck the rest of your life”. I just moaned in response. “The reason you’re gonna remember this fuck is because I’m about to knock you up you stupid bitch” he said into my ear. “The one thing you didn’t even think to ask was my status and so I have a present for you my dirty little bareback slut.” I felt him hilt his enormous cock deep inside my cunt, he leaned down and whispered in my ear “Right now, you’re taking my thick Poz load deep inside you.” I clutched at my stomach right as I felt his fat cock balloon deep in my guts as he impregnated me with his toxic seed. I couldn’t help it as I blew my own load all over the bed. I collapsed on the bed trying to catch my breath and work out what had just happened. As I lay there with my hole dripping with his toxic seed I heard him pull up his jeans and head down the hall. The door went just a second later. What had I done? A month later I received an email from a friend, the subject line was simply a “?” and the body had a link to Xtube. I clicked on the link, and there in full HD under the title of “Stupid slut gets Pozzed up” was me, blindfolded, on all fours, taking that beautiful cock that had converted me.

then a regular came to the office and used the deaf guys cum as lube, now sitting here dripping with two loads in

I try to hold loads in as long as possible 😈😈

I enjoy having a talented cocksucker going down on me, sucking my cock and swallowing my load but nothing is as hot as when I mount a boy, thrust my cock up his arse and control his body while I power fuck my load deep inside him.

Sitting in my office just now when a hot guy, no face bic but fit body texts me to say hes just finsih work and am I free and can host, he comes to my offfice, and is handsome fit bearded and hung as fuck. we go in the back, and he signals he is deaf, so we kiss passionately, and then i suck and stoke him hard, jeans round my ankles he turns me around and fucks me until he shoots in my ass. thanks me, shakes my hand and is gone. Turns out he works around the corner in Pret.

Oh my god, there is another dude's cock coming thru the hole in the partition. Why is he shoving it thru into my stall? Does he expect me to jerk him off? It's starting to stretch out and engorge. It's huge! It's not even hard yet, that monster must be ten or eleven inches. "Go ahead faggot, start sucking on it." He expects me to suck him off. I can't do that. I am not a fag, but I also can't look away. His cock is mesmerizing. It's like the subtle bob of his meat up and down is hypnotizing me. Maybe if I just rub it for him? I get down on my knees and wrap my fist around his rapidly hardening shaft. It is so thick, it feels very different from jerking myself off. His cock is much bigger than mine. Not that I have anything to be embarrassed about. I am sporting a nice solid seven inches of cock between my legs. But his sausage puts mine to shame. My thoughts tell me that this is the cock of a real man. A cock like this deserves to be worshiped. As my hand moves up and down his dick, I hear a moan of pleasure from the next stall. He likes the way my hand feels stroking his cock! I am doing a good job! As I massage his meat, I notice that he has become fully erect. His cock is pointing straight at my face, and is dripping pre-cum. I can smell his masculinity. He smells like a man. Irish Spring and ball sweat. The scent was affecting my mind. I was staring at the dripping head of his cock, and like a reflex action my tongue slipped between my lips and extend out to lick his pre-cum. "Ahhhh fuck yeah, That's it. Lick my dick head, slurp up my love gravy." I continued to lick the tip of his meat, each time a new blob of pre appears at his piss slit, my tongue is there to catch it. My mind is almost totally blank, focused entirely on his cock and the amazing juice leaking from its head. When the owner of this throbbing god, I am worshiping, speaks, I am powerless to disobey. "Enough playing around. Open up and start sucking." The voice from the other side of the partition is commanding and I am too far gone to even think of disobeying. My head pushes forward towards the partition, allowing his monster cock to slide into my mouth. I am overwhelmed by the sensation of this flesh covered steel rod forcing it's way into my face. My tongue is moving back and forth over the underside of his shaft. My head is bobbing up and down on this stranger’s fat cock. Each time I push forward I am forcing myself further. I find myself working his cock deeper into my throat with every downward push. After a few minutes, i feel my forehead bang against the partition. My nose is pushed hard against his hairy groin. "Nice job cocksucker, you got the whole thing in you now!" I found myself swelling up with pride. I had his whole cock in my mouth, all eleven inches. This was an accomplishment to be proud of. I was properly servicing this man's meat. I felt good, because I knew he felt good. "Now keep your head right where it is, faggot, don't pull back. Keep your face smashed against that dirty toilet partition, while I fuck your face." He proceeded to pull his man meat out of my throat and my mouth, until just the flared head of his cock remained inside. Then he thrust his hips forward re-planting his cock in me balls-deep. Pulling out again, he started to build up momentum, pounding his manhood into my skull with each thrust. I was straining my neck muscles forcing my face tight against the hole. I covered my teeth with my lips and worked my tongue along the bottom side of his throat buster. I was determined that this man was going to leave here satisfied. I needed to do everything in my power to ensure his pleasure. Suddenly he pulled out fully. I knelt there and caught my breath. After approximately twenty minutes of thick cock pounding my throat, it was suddenly empty. I tipped my head down slightly so I could look thru the hole. His rock-hard prick was pointing straight forward, framed by the fly of his jeans. I felt drool dripping from my lips, my mouth hole was all lubed up and ready to accept his cock. I needed to be used by this man. "Stand up and turn around. I want to see your pussy." I found myself standing with my ass pointed towards the hole in the toilet partition, before I had time to even process the order. Some portion of my brain, must have just regained consciousness, as I found myself hesitating to push back against the hole. In the recesses of my thoughts, I realized that this man in the next cubicle wanted to fuck me in the ass! Despite what had been occurring in this rest stop over the past half hour, I still thought of myself as a straight man. I was hesitating to offer up my virgin ass for this man to use. but then he spoke... "C'mon, give me your ass. You know you want to. Any dude who drops to his knees and sucks a stranger's cock, like you just did, is made to take it up the ass. You are a hole, who exists to serve real men, so stop fighting it. Give into to the natural order of things. You are here for the express purpose of catching cum. You were willing to take my load in your stomach, I could hear the moan of disappointment as I pulled out of your mouth. If you were already going to take my cum load, what difference does it make which hole I use? Either one will give you the pleasure of serving a real man." I found myself whimpering, hoping to keep my virginity intact, while still serving this man properly. "Please sir, I have never had a cock in my ass." "Really? You're a virgin? Then we are definitely doing this. You need to be fucked. I can't believe a glory hole fag, like you, has not had his cherry popped until now. Bend over and show me that virgin ass." Knowing it was inevitable, at this point, I gave up the last shred of my manhood and pressed my ass tight against the hole in the partition, giving this stranger total access to my hole. I felt his fingers work their way between my ass cheeks and push against the ring of muscle protecting my virginity. He whistled out in approval of what he found. "Alright faggot, this is going to happen. You are going to properly serve another man for the first time in your life. You are offering up your precious virginity to bring me pleasure. This is going to hurt...you, but that does not matter. You need to accept that any pain you feel is worthwhile, because of the joy it will bring me. I need you to bend over and press the palms of your hands against the wall opposite you. Push back as hard as you can against the partition separating us. No matter what you feel or how much it hurts, you are to keep your ass cheeks tight against the hole. You understand me faggot?" "Yes sir, I will keep my ass pressed back, allowing you full access." I could tell he wanted something else. So I gave it to him. "Please use me for your pleasure." "Nice! You learn fast. Don't worry, before we are finished you will love this. It will hurt at first, but before I fill you with my jizz, you will be addicted." "Wait, you are going to use a condom aren't you?" "Fuck no! You are getting dicked by a stranger thru a rest stop glory hole. This is meant to be raw and dirty. No man ever uses a condom for a glory hole slut, it would just be a waste. You are a cum dump, made to take loads. Trust me, you need this to be raw." I heard and felt him spit on my hole. Then his enormous cock was pressed tight against me. "Push back hard, bitch, here it comes." The pain was unbelievable. My screams echoed around the men's room and probably could be heard across the parking lot at the diner. He thrusts forward and pushes his full length into me. "Fuuuuckkk! Your virgin hole feels amazing wrapped around my meat. You have the tightest little cunt hole I have ever used. Your fuck chute is gripping and massaging my cock. It feels so good." He let it sit in me for a moment, before pulling back and punching back in, full depth, Then the fucking picked up speed and force. He was fucking me hard. After about ten minutes of his thick cock thrusting in and out of my newly christened fuck chute. He started to talk to me over the partition. "You are a fucking natural. Your cunt is taking my eleven inches without complaint. I can't believe you actually kept your ass cheeks pressed tight against the partition while I roughly harvested your cherry, using only spit for lube. That's proof that you were made to service cocks. You have just become an official glory hole cum slut. From now on, I bet you will be in here, bent over, taking loads, from anonymous men, during every free moment you have. From this point forward you will only feel true sexual satisfaction when a stranger's raw cock empties its load deep inside of you." With that, I felt his cock stiffen and grow, before shooting off in my new cunt. After a couple of additional strokes to make sure his hot cum is deposited deep up in me, he pulled out. I fell to the floor exhausted, my gaping hole allowing this stranger's huge load to drip out onto the piss stained tile floor. Thru the hole in the partition I could see the massive cock that had just popped my cherry being tucked back into his jeans. He walked out without any further acknowledgment of me or what he just did to me. He had dropped his load and now he was done with me. I never even saw his face. I would never know who the man was who took my virginity and turned me out.

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Was recently at a sex party and the vibe was right! Rooms very dark and guys just looked they were ready to go at it. I was really wanting to get fucked, so I lubed up my hole and walked around. I saw one guy who seemed interested (younger black guy). He came into the room and stood behind me. I pulled my underwear down so he could see I was interested. Within a few minutes, I could feel him pushing inside. First, however, we were going to need a bit more lube. After I lubed him up real good, I took a whiff of my poppers and he was inside. For the next several minutes, he thrust his thick, black cock in my hole and I was there for all of it! 🙂 When he left, I was still horny so I backed up on a guy wearing a pig hat and he fucked me for several minutes. All in all, for the first 30 minutes at the party, I was fucked my four raw cocks (a record for me in that timeframe). Was hot as hell and I'm ready for more!

For most of my life I have been douching every day. When I was a teen I douched when needed but when I went to college and started my relationship with my gifter he wanted me douched at all times. This is a habit that I kept throughout my life until recently. I just got over my first STI of the year gonorrhea. While seeing my Dr. who is also gay, he said I should go down to two to three times a week. He said that it may reduce the number of STI’s I get. I also have had a few gi issues last year that he said could be related to removing good bacteria from my colon. It’s a hard habit to break for me. Douching has served me well. I am always ready to go. I have figured out the science of reading my body and have not had a mishap in a very long time. I do however think I am going to try to cut back this year and see how it goes.

I live my life one load at a time. I am a greedy bottom who wants cum in my hole as often as possible. I usually don’t care who it comes from, but lately have found myself super attracted to my supervisor. I’m 26, working in a small medical office. I’ve got a nice build and a round, big ass that i love to show off. We recently switched scrubs brands and i’ve noticed my supervisor’s cock print more. The switch was a great idea. Being a small office, the staff is pretty close and goes out to drinks/events together quite often. One night while out my supervisor, let’s call him Jack, while drunk, mentions to a few of us that he loves his wife but he hasn’t gotten laid or even touched in years. My ears perked up a bit, but i let him vent. Over the next couple of weeks I had found ways to get him alone and spend more time with me than usual. Jack is 55, grey/white hair and beard with a stocky solid build. I “needed help” moving a box and managed to be alone in a supply closet with him while we were lifting the box. This closet really was a tight fit for the both of us and I “accidentally” rubbed my ass on his bulge a bit while trying to scoot past him. I apologized and he told me not to worry about it. I thanked him for his help and went about my day. Later that same night, I couldn’t stop thinking about his print and how good he would feel inside of me. I was feral for this man. I wanted to service him in anyway that he needed. Jack is seemingly straight. I couldn’t be so as bold as to just invite him over. I found an excuse for him to come over. I needed a shelf built he was over in about 15 minutes and we were building a shelf. I made sure to wear my shortest shorts and my tightest tank top. Once the building was done i offered him a beer and we started chatting. I brought up what he had said about not getting any and asked him how he handles that stress. He says he spends many nights taking extra long in the bathroom before bed to relieve himself. I very boldly tell him that i think he’s very handsome and i get it. He blushed a bit and said thank you. I then thank him for helping me so much lately and ask him if there’s anything i could do for him to return the favor at this point my cum hungry brain has taken over and i’m staring at his bulge again. He brushed this off a little and i thought i had striked out. later on in the conversation he’s venting about his situation and mentions that he just wants to blown again because it’s been years. I nod and reiterate that it feels nice, staring at his bulge some more. My hormones take over and I finally ask “Jack, do you want me to blow you?” He acts a bit shocked at first kind of staring at me puzzled. He then unzips his jeans without saying a word and i’m on my knees. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and feel it grow inside me. While i’m sucking his cock he starts playing with my jockstrap. I take that as a sign to take my shorts off. I let it be known how much i love his cock. And how good it feels down my throat, “Do you wanna fuck me Jack?” I ask. “do you have a condom?” he replies. I tell him i don’t. but briefly explain prep to him. Being a mostly straight man, he’s hesitant but he says he’s fine with that. I straddle him, slowly itching his fat cock into my tight hole. I watch his head go back and his eyes roll as i’m bouncing up and down his cock. I’m only a few bounces in when he tells me his about to cum. He tells me to keep riding him because he’s gonna cum inside of me. I happily oblige. He lets out a huge moan and i feel his cock pulse in twitch inside of me. He came buckets inside my tight hole. I stay put for a second. looking at his face. He’s got a huge smile on and just says he needed that. i slowly pull off of his cock and make sure to clean him off with my mouth. He zips his pants up and leaves. I text him letting him know that whenever he needs a release to let me know. He has been using as his pocket pussy ever since.

If in Lauderdale you need to visit 321 Slammer! Was there last week and lost track of loads pumped in me! Plenty of areas to.breed in. My favorite was the round padded fuck table. Yes there were those that just edged in you but once that first load is in guys tended to stop and add their load. I took 3 loads before my ass needed a rest. The last was an agressive BBC cock. Great part is 321 is a bottle club. You can bring a sealed bottle of alcohol and they check it for you! Nice way to take a break and great way to meet tops also taking a break before seeding again! The area around the fuck table can get crowded but guys are there to fuck! The best fuck was was a younger guy. Slightly above average cock but stamina. After breeding me on table took me to a sling and dropped a second load in me in a short amount of time!

I’ve taken multiple loads in a session before but I’d never quite got to the cumdump stage…until last week!! I was in central london for work and had a couple of days spare so I arranged with a top fuck buddy to meet at a hotel where I knew people were able to get up to the rooms without a key card etc we met at my hotel room after I’d checked in around 3pm and blew some clouds and played together for a couple of hours then we hopped on the apps. We had already arranged with two of our regular hung top mates that they would join us later in the night and our aim with to get me loaded as many times as possible before they arrived. we co-ordinated between us and pretty soon we had 8 guys lined up over the space of about 3 hours. My mate said he’d keep on the apps and keep them coming. first guy arrived around 5:30pm, he wasn’t chatty and was clear he would be staying long. I had one load in me from my mate and this guy was into me being open and ready on all fours. He never got fully undressed, just pulled his trousers and boxers down, slapped his already hard cock on my hole before sliding it in. He wasn’t too big but had a bulging bellend that pulled deliciously at my hole. He fucked like a train and pretty soon blew what felt like a heavy load inside me. once he left my mate said he’d keep had three guys lined up in quick succession so he was going to give me a slam before they arrived. He tied me off and quickly found a vein and administered 0.4, I coughed and it hit be like a freight train! No sooner had I begun rushing there was a knock at the door and the next two guys walked in together. I quickly had a thick white cock in my ass and I was sucking on a long black cock. The white guy was slapping my ass and fucking my rough and hard whilst the black guy face fucked me. The white guy soon came and they swap positions so I could taste my ass and the cum on his cock whilst the black guy slid into me. I could barely take him at fist as was glad for the extra lube inside me. The white guy got dressed and left whislt the black guy continued to pound away. My mate fed me some g in n some lucozade and was huffing at n my poppers for dear life. I was high as fuck and loving my ass being gaped and stretched by this guy. Eventually he grunted and groaned and added his load to my starting to drip and ooze ass. I was catching my breath after he left when the next guy showed, another black guy who had me suck him for a bit and then got to it. He didn’t last long and pushed my head down hard into the bed as he came. I had a little break before the next one and my top mate ate out my hole briefly and then snogged me so we could swirl the spunk around between us. There was a knock at the door and he stuck a sizeable shard in my ass before going to answer the door. Despite all the spunk in my ass I could still feel the burn. the next guy came in and said how hot my ass looked with the red hand prints and looking open and ready. He slipped into me and fucked me in several positions. Within 15 mins of him arriving in was flying on the booty bump again and just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. At one stage my top mate joined in and the DP’d me, I was in heaven. cum was really dribbling out of me when he finished and left. My mate said next ones were a couple and they were arriving together in 20 mins. He popped a butt plug in me to stop me losing any cum and we 69’d for a while. the couple turned up and they used and abused me at both ends for about half an hour before one finished in my ass and the other pulled out as he was about to cum and throat fucked his load into me that way. the last guy we had arranged can shortly after, another hung guy who wanted to use me rough. He spanked me, spat on me and fucked me senseless, really stretched my even more. He came hard and heavy and when he pulled out this time I couldn’t stop the spunk dribbling down my leg and a little patch of sticky cum developing on the sheets. we managed to get two more guys to come and load me taking the total to 11 before our mates showed up. when they walked in and saw what a sticky spunky shimmering puckered mess my hole was they both started ripping their clothes off. whilst they blew some clouds I had some more g and my mate gave me another 0.4 slam. I when nuclear again and was in heaven for hours as I was fucked, spit roasted, dp’d, 69’d, stretched and gaped with all sorts of toys, rimmed and was fed the cum out of my ass, all four of us played until the morning. i thought that was the end of it when they left but my mate had one last surprise. As he was leaving he said “I’ve got four my guys coming round one at a time over the next hour or so, enjoy” sure enough there were four more knocks at the door and four more loads dumped into me by guys either on their way home from a night of partying or on their way to work with the loads from my friends and a second from my main mate, I’d taken a total of 18 loads in about as many hours!!! I finally jerked myself off whilst plunging my ass with a dildo, occasionally scooping spunk from my ass into my mouth until a came so hard I hit myself in the face (I was laying down) what a night!!!!

When I was a young bottom, I was not very careful. I mean I loved to take the random dick and never used condoms. I took plenty of loads in those days, but I felt like I really got lucky and never picked up any bugs. You could say I was in the early days of being a naive cum dump and it lasted for a good few years. As I got older, I started becoming more careful. I played safe, stuck with regular buds, and settled down a bit. I started dating a girl, and despite getting a side of cock here and there, was very safe and loyal. Fast forward 5 years. I'm now married to her. She has no idea that in those years I've converted to a vers top and have been breeding closeted bottoms left and right. So many good little sluts had taken my newly married cock. It was a new era and I was loving it. A few years later I got sick and ended up in the hospital. While I was admitted the docs ran tests and tests and quickly discovered a surprise. I was POZ. I was shocked when they explained to me that not only was I poz, but I'd likely been poz for years. Immediately my mind flashed back to those early cum dump days. And as I processed this news I realized that all my careful steps in my young adult life had been pointless - the fight was already over. I had been converted long before I started asking my tops for their status and to slip on a rubber. I can only imagine the poz top who had stealthed me must have had the night of his life pumping my guts full of his toxic loads, and knowing full well I would never think to ask. I felt myself starting to get hard. Then my mind flipped to all of those bottom twinks who I'd be unknowingly pumping full of poz cum these past years. How many had i converted? My cock grew harder. And at last my wife, who begged for my loads on a weekly basis. Surely she too is poz now. She's taken more of my toxic loads than anyone. My cock was ready to explode. I realized now the nurse, who set my gaydar off immediately, had stopped speaking and was staring down at my rock hard cock. He silently moved to the door, locked it, and began to undress. "Please" he whispered. Well, what's one more, I thought, as I stripped and prepared to pump him full with my toxic cock. Another era begins. I think I'm going to like it.

I like to keep the loads for as long as I can, unless I'm Piss Fucked or Creampie'd right after. Lately I've been getting into hanging out with other Piggy bottoms and swapping loads we both have collected. First pushing out and measuring how much we each took, then swapping via cum play!

To the OP, beats the hell out of me .... It's a waste of perfectly good load, as I see it. Of course, once the load left his balls, it was no longer his to control, but I could understand if the Top that pumped it up there felt insulted.

I’ve never felt an emotional connection to the men and boys I’ve fucked. The only connection I need is feeling their hot tight arseholes stroking my cock when I’m thrusting it hard into them. My only goal is the physical pleasure I get when my throbbing balls are pumping my sperm deep inside their guts.

The big problem will be those on the political left (myself), who have become so very tired of the ructions (myself) to social cohesion caused by those extreme radical elements - so far Left they are in another galaxy, that have & will become more comfortable with their own (slight) move to the Right. I have found my self shifting to a more nuanced & balanced centre Left to centre Right political position, than simply being Left wing. Illegal immigration is an issue requiring strong governance & yet I would never agree with those "illegals" already settled, working, paying taxes & raising families just being deported en masse. Land rites is another issue needing attention BUT, the violence & destruction of historical monuments is NOT OK. Mass demonstrations, violence & burning 🔥 of National flags 🇦🇺 on a countries slated National Day is again, NOT OK. I have, over the years (onset of "OLD" age) come to believe that any form of violence, when demanding change, is EXTREMELY COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE, especially when statistics show that you are fighting the 69% who do not desire change eg: Australia 🇦🇺 Day. Protestors & violence not only enshrine the opinions of these 69% but also draw greater numbers to adopt this attitude against change. The Voice Referendum of 2023 failed with 69% against & this result has only served to increase the numbers who want Australia 🇦🇺 Day to remain on 26 January amongst other divisive issues which will arise. No doubt with our Conservative Party winning the next election (March / April) more divisive issues will boil over. Unfortunately, Australia will be left to deal with a Trump, Mini-Me (Peter Dutton) & our wealthy business elite, if they do win government. It is this group that the Democrats will need to win back & it will only happen with alot of soul searching & the Dems moving back to a more REALISTIC centrist Left position.

Just home from the sunday afternoon fuck fest at the local cruise club called Lateshift here in Auckland - doors open from 2-2.30 only, so you get lots of horny guys all there at the same time to fuck all afternoon! There were almost 60 guys today which is rare especially as its a holiday weekend. Anyway, I cruised around and had a couple of cocks to suck, and a few fucks, then I saw a Latino guy standing apart in one of the corridors with a lovely fat cock sticking out horizontally. I got to work and he worked it down my throat - really nice length, and girthy - and he was an expert at opening up my throat. The poppers helped too :-) We didn't fuck, as he wanted to go look around, so I had a few more fucks and dicks to suck in the dark room. Later, the Latino guy and I met by chance at the door of the oil barrel room - which is my favourite and he pushed my in and shut the door. I got to getting his cock well lubed up with my throat juiice, then he roughly spun me round and pushed me against the oil barrel which lies on its side on a small plinth - it's the perfect hight to lean over and present your hole to who ever is behind you - he went straight in to his balls and fucked me really hard for a couple of minutes then pulled out - and started lubing up his hand and started with a couple of fingers in my hole, then 4, then 5, then 5 and his cock, then up past his knuckles - and he knew exactly what he was doing as my hole just blossomed! He got his whole fist in after a good ten minutes and then he got his cock in my hole again and between his cock and his fist I really thought I was going to cum - and told him - so he switched to just fucking my hole really hard - and banging his balls on my arse - and the barrel banging on the floor in time with his thrusts - and I blew my load at the same time as he stopped thrusting to bury his load in my cunt. One of the best fucks I've had in a long time - the sweat was dripping off us! Fuck - I've still got his load in my cunt as I write this. Having a beer then I'm going to go push it out and lick it up! Fuck!

I'm excited to have found this discussion thread here. I am one of those horny old grandpas some of you are so attracted to. I was late to the gay scene... I was 47 when I sucked my first dick, though I'd been attracted to males much earlier - I am 74 now. About 15 years ago I took my first video and that excited me, and then put it on some website. The idea of an old man like me being watched by lots of men, including younger men, turned me on. But what was amazing was how popular my profile was, and how many guys contacted me. At last look, I now have about 13 million views in the past 4 years, and about 5000 subscribers. I communicate regularly with a few hundred, and have met some of them in person. And had 3 marriage proposals, lol (i am spoken for, alas). I loved reading the messages from you younger guys in this thread. I think many are amazed that old guys continue to love sex. You're only born once, but you can be a [banned word] forever. (My screen name on XVideos is "room4ustwo" if you want to see if you like my vids... just Google the name.)

It can be uncomfortable if you’re not used to it. I mean the loads are literally swimming inside you and it can feel itchy near the edges especially. The deeper the loads are, the less nerve endings it triggers and there’s less of an urge to push them out. Over time though, you do get better used to the sensation and don’t feel the need to push them out. I haven’t felt the urge to push them out in years, and I always make sure they fully mix and absorb before anything else.

At my buddy's condo last night. We hadn't seen each other in months but as soon as I texted him he immediately replied back telling me to get my ass over to his place pronto. As soon as I entered the door he had a cocktail of fruit juice and liquid G. Within 15 minutes my clothes were off and I was ready for a night if depravity. I milked 3 loads out of him. 2 in my fuck hole and 1 down my hungry throat. Can't wait til we meet up again next week

i woke up this morning feeling the best i have all week...fucking flu! Starting thinking about one of my favorite fantasies... i'm in a sling, getting fucked by a big anonymous cock at a sex club, with guys watching us. my useless dick is in a chastity cage so it can't be touched or played with while my asscunt is being stretched and beaten by his cock. i can feel my useless dick oozing so much pre-cum! i can feel the length of his cock pushing past my second ring...opening and closing, opening and closing, over and over again, stretching it out to be left gaping for a later deep fisting!!! Back to my mouth...i suck...back to my asscunt...balls-deep and pounding...second ring stretched...my pre-cum flowing. i can hear his breathing change and i know that he's about to cum. Where and how, i wonder? His moaning gets louder and louder as he fucks me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. i feel him pull out and i can feel his load spraying all over the gaping, stretched out opening of my asscunt. i can feel some of his man juices running into my gaping hole. Then he shoves his man meat back into me, pushing along all of his load as well. i can feel how his cum has lubed up my hole. He is breeding me!! i can imagine how his cock is coated with his cum as it is slowly pushed in-and-out of my asscunt...in-and-out, in-and-out. i can feel his cock going soft inside of me. He then brings his cock to my mouth and without any directions from him, i know what he expects from me. i start to clean his cock with my tongue, licking his cum and my ass juices from his shaft. He pushes his balls towards my mouth and i suck them in, one at a time, moving my tongue around them as i do. Then i suck both of them together inside my mouth and thoroughly clean them with my tongue, before moving back to finish cleaning his slowly sinking shaft that had fucked me so well for the last hour. He pulls his cock from my mouth and gently slaps my ass. i watch him walk off. Then i realized that he has forgotten to unchain me from my shackles, or did he actually forget? i turn my head towards the door to see if he's coming back to unchain me, but he disappears into the shadows of the club hallway. What i had looked past was the line of men in the doorway. That was until i felt another cock pushing it's way inside of my cum-soaked asscunt and start what i was to discover was a complete night of fuck after fuck, breeding after breeding, cleaning after cleaning, repeating and repeating...13 hours and 47 cocks unloading their liquid...pure heavenly exhaustion!!

It was a breakthrough for me when I could get milked three or four times a night and never lose interest in taking cock. So I say, let the bottoms jizz all over.

I was debating wether or not to carry on events, hence the gap, but I decided to wrap things up a little. Aftermath - Old Life/New Life. I left the clinic and stopped "I'm HIV positive, I'm freaking HIV positive" Hoping to garner some reaction from me but I might as well have picked up a carrot and said 'it's a carrot'. I couldn't understand why I had no reaction I knew I should yet couldn't. I mentally shrugged and found myself a pub to have a quick drink. I got a pint of Moretti and found a table for myself, I glanced around as I took a few gulps of my pint. It was just starting to get a little busy, mostly young and I wondered how many had some sort of STD, my mind flashed back to the massive cock covered in boils that had burst inside me. "You have been diagnosed as HIV positive" "Also, I must inform you that you have been diagnosed with genital warts" "We also detected symptoms of genital Herpes" The words spun round in my head and I started getting hard again. 'I'm an infectious toxic faggot" I said the words under my breath but I was finally shaking with lust. I finished my drink and ordered another with a whiskey chaser, looking round I wondered if any gay guys were here, even closeted and how many had taken raw cock not realising it might sign there own death warrant. Drinking my drinks I began looking online for guys who might want my toxic cum, I found quite a few who claimed to be looking. I knew some would be fake, some fantasists, some who would chicken out like I had previously. I looked for more extreme ones, who might want other STD's as well. I found a few already poz guys who wanted more and a few neg guys but nothing in my immediate area. I knew I wasn't just gonna fuck a random profile meet tonight but the drink and profiles and my status had me horny. I decided to call it a night and head home. Stepping out into the cold air I began to walk, the air hitting me making me light headed and I realised I needed a piss. I found a dark annex without revellers or police and let go against a drainpipe, as I was finishing up a homeless guy from deeper in the annex came out. "Can you not fucking piss there?? I've gotta sleep somewhere and don't need you making it all wet in here!" I looked at him and whilst aside from the beard he looked nothing like Des but the smell reminded me of him and he looked disgusting, which instantly made me rock hard, before I knew it I was talking to him. "How much for a blow job?" He looked at me as if he hadn't heard me right, my heart was in my throat and I felt like I was with Des all over again. "You wot?" I looked at him more calm this time but with a now obvious hard on, my cock not fully tucked away and clearly hard. "I asked how much for a blow job?" "You gay or something?" I went to tuck myself back in and walk away. "You mean me suck you yeah?" The other way hadn't dawned on me and whilst a repeat of my situation with Des suddenly seemed very appealing I was desperate to shoot my load so I just said "yeah". "10 quid, come in closer" I managed to find a tenner in my pocket as I stepped into the annex and handed it over. He fished my hard on out my trousers with his dirty hand and seemed to hesitate a moment before taking my cock into his probably rancid gob. Realising I hadn't been blown in a long time his mouth felt heavenly. It was obviously not his first time, he probably asked the 'gay' comment in case I was going to beat him up. With his moderate skill, and the fact I'm not large he was taking my to the base repeatedly, I knew I wouldn't last long and once I caught another whiff of his stench and the reminder of Des it sent me over the edge and I felt my cock pulse repeatedly in his mouth. Letting myself enjoy the moment a while longer I soon realised the chances of us caught would increase the longer I stayed. He had a similar thought it seems as he removed his mouth from my cock and pushed himself deeper into the annex between the buildings. I gathered myself, put my now soft and wet cock away and stepped back into the street just as a group of 5 semi drunk guys passed. With a backwards comment of 'whats the fucking stench' I realised i probably had an aroma of homeless man on me. I walked a bit further in the fresh air to rid myself of the smell then caught a bus home, the days events playing on my mind and my future, deciding what kind of one I had. Once I was home I realised I needed another piss, fishing my cock out I noticed the slightly reddened blemishes the Doctor had inspected earlier almost unnoticeable normally had darkened and been enflamed. I wondered if the friction of the homeless guys mouth had caused it, I wondered if he had passed anything on, I wondered if I had passed anything onto him. The thoughts made my cock harder so I finished pissing and quickly went to look for guys to infect. Before I did I knew I had to end things with Nat permanently. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. With social media and connections it wouldn't be long before my family found out and I wasn't ready for that yet. I told her a half truth. I had contracted HIV, I wasn't sure how but told her I hadn't been with another woman. We hadn't been mutually exclusive so she knew I had no reason to lie. We had gotten close but she didn't know about my desires so she seemed to be quite understanding and even told me to stay in touch. Once we had finished talking I got back to searching the profiles of neg guys who might want what I had poisoning my insides.

It was the middle of the week around 10am. I had the day off and logged into a4a to find some ass to breed. I did a search for anything goes and no answer. While sifting through the results, skater boy's primary pic caught my eye. I clicked on his thumbnail. . His stats were exactly what I was in the mood for that day., 22, 6'1'', lean, bottom with a 10inch cock and "no answer" in the sexual practice line. At first I was dissappointed, then I realized his screenname had "bb" in it. So I hit him up. Thankfully he was horny and looking to be bred by an older guy. I'm 38, 5'11'' with a football player build, very solid and a thick 7"c cock. I invited him over, gave him my address and he said it would take 15 minutes for him to get there on his skateboard. He arrived right on time with skateboard in hand. He was even hotter in person. He had reddish hair, which didn't show in the pics. Did I mention I love redheads? He was also very awkward and a little weird but I didn't care. As soon as I locked the front door. He attached me, kissing me and groping for my already dripping cock. He dropped to his knees like a good boy and sucked my cock until it was nice and wet. We undressed each other on the way to the bedroom, his 10" cock was fully erect. We were both so turned on. He dove face first onto the bed, laid down. Before I mounted him, I spread his very firm cheeks, which revealed a fuzzy hole, to finger him before I went in. He was sooo tight. I couldn't wait to get my thick cock in his boyhole. Slowly, I pushed my toxic cock into him. He moaned with delight. I went in balls deep and held it there for a few seconds until he relaxed before unleashing on him. His hole felt sooo good and he was moaning like a little bitch, it was too much for me. I came after 2 minutes of fucking him. My loads are huge. I didn't stop fucking him. I wanted to push my toxic seed deep in his pussy. I stayed hard and keep fucking him for another 20 minutes, tearing his ass up, feeling my load in him with each stroke. He was begging me for another load. Moaning, "please daddy, let me have another load." I began to erupt with the second toxic load. It felt even larger than the first load. I worked it in another 2 minutes before finally pulling out. LIttle did he know that there were now millions of viruses in his pussy knocking him up. Three months later, I was at the free HIV clinic(where you go after you text poz)- I had decided it was time to go on meds my viral load was getting too high - and there he was in the waiting room. He didn't see me but I got rock hard knowing that I'm the one that gave him the gift.

I was at home looking for dick on my day off. A regular stop by but he uses a condom. It was good start though cause it opened me up for the next guy who was a hot tatted Asian mix guy with a nice thick dick. I’ve been trying to hook up with guy seriously. Tatted guy came over and man he spit on my hole than shoved that dick in. He felt hard as a rock! He took his time and long stroked in and out. load 1. I headed into Waikīkī for glory hole action. I wrote “cumdump” with a sharpie on both by thighs so guys on either side looking knew exactly what I was 👀 for. Older looking guy with a nice cock about 6.5” sucks my dick then squeezes his dick through the home. I suck and live it and turn around. He’s banging the hole and hiring the wall between us as he slides in and out of my raw hole like raging bull before coming in me. It’s my second load. Third guys was a white guy. He sees my “cumdump” on my thigh but still wants to suck my dick. I give it to him. Then pull out. I show the message on my thigh which he is bending down to see my cock. He gets the message and sticks his dick through the hole. I turn around and slide my wet raw ass on his raw dick and he’s pumping in and out, sliding in and out. He is pumping his baby batter in me. I did a “first”. As he is fucking me. I jack off and cum in my hand. It’s a lot of cum but I capture it. My dick is soft but I have all this cum. I decide to put it on my dick and feed it to the top who fucked me, he eats the cum I coat my dick with. It’s so fucking hot up meet a top pig into that. He got my load for sure in a different way. I’m heading home and a guy I was hoping to meet in the morning on sniffles is now really to fuck and wants my address. I tell him I’m on my way home and we meet almost simultaneously at my place. I tell him I have three dress loads on my pussy. He doesn’t respond. I’m ass up and ready to be rape anon when he goes down on his knees and literally sucks out cum from me like a honey suckle digging his tongue in, to get every drop. He lubes up thank good cause I had just cum at the bookstore and my hole was sensitive. He lies on me and literally fucks my hole till he bursts. #epic #random #pigsex #unexpected One of those days you know you’re pregnant now.

Got on sniffles and found a top nearby who wanted to pound my ass and breed me. We agreed to meet at a cruisy spot. I parked, got into back seat my truck pulled off my clothes except my running shoes and sock and got into position. He arrived, entered back seat and pulled down pants and I started slobbering all over his cock, giving him deep throat. His cock became instantly hard and leaking precum. I pulled off, slid my prelubed hole down his cock and ride him. He was getting really deep and stretching me open. I got off and laid back and lifted my legs so he could fuck me missionary. We made out and I clamped down tight to match his rhythm and milked him good. I finally brought him to orgasm and felt his cock throbbing as he coated my ass with so much cum. Still got it soaking and absorbing inside me right now. He kept his cock inside me and stroked my cock. I shot so much cum and it went flying past my head and hit the door behind my head, then sprayed my chest. There was so much cum all over me. It was a good time. Should become a regular.

Sorry for taking so long Matt called me to ask if I Could host another Daddy Breeding Party, but this time I was going to be the only daddy and they were bringing a new friend over to convert. He wanted to do a daddy, but the boys wanted to bang him. They thought I could loosen him and they would take turns on him. How the fuck could I say, “NO” to that! We planned another Saturday afternoon at my place. Soon, I had 4 hunky college athletes at my door, Matt, Adam, Dave and a new kid a black boy named Jamal, were all eagerly waiting to come in and get down to business. As each one came in the door they all kissed me on the mouth with an exploring tongue quite the departure from the first time they were at my home many months before. I could tell Jamal was uneasy, but was ready to play with my daddy butt. I, almost, wished I could have him alone and convert him myself, but I could see why my 3 disciples wanted to be there when I got a glimpse of his heavy cock. It was nearly 9” long and thick. All of them took a seat in my living room. I fixed them all a drink and one by one I served them, They each took a turn poking and prodding my cock and ass, and by the time I got to Jamal. I was rock hard, and he could tell. Matt ordered me to strip and pull his cock out of his shorts. I gladly did. By the time, I had his hard cock in my mouth. Adam was rimming my ass and Dave and Jamal were stroking each other to their personal porn scene, but it soon delved into me sucking all three of them. I sucked Jamal the most as that was the plan. I spun him around and rimmed his hole. He let out an appreciative and very slutty moan. This was going to be a piece of cake I thought. This black boy was going to take all 4 of our cocks before the night was over. Jason and Dave had paired off on the couch as Jason was feeding Dave his cock. Adam spit on his cock and my hole and was pushing his death rod into my tainted hole. I fingered Jamal’s for now negative fuck chute. I ate his refreshingly clean hole. He ran his fingers through my short dad hair. I finger fucked him as I tongued his virgin negative hole making sure to make him bleed a little. I swallowed his thick cock down my throat while I jammed 3 fingers into his eager cunt. HE breathlessly asked me to fuck him. I would breed and make him just like the others, which made them all turn their heads. I winked at them all. He guided my spit-lubed cock into his unfucked hole. I put him onto my ottoman, hung his legs on my shoulders and eased my cock into his ass. I slowly sank my dick of death into him. HE was breathing hard as I invaded his bottom. His cock got even harder. When I hit bottom I let him get accustomed to my dick in his ass. Adam had joined Jason and was dp’ing Dave against his desire, but he was taking both of their cocks like a faggot porn star. Jamal staired straight through me as I slowly picked up my pace and fucked his cunt. Soon, I was jackhammering him and then slowing down as I wanted to edge to make myself last longer. I had quite the cock froth around his hole. Dave was whimpering as both JAson and Adam continued to double-breed his hole. HE laid helpless almost lifeless between them with just a glint of pleasure in his eyes. Jason and Adam simultaneously unloaded into Dave’s stretched out hole just as I was breeding Jamal’s unprotected cunt. We all dismounted our sluts for a moment kissing our way off the used soul of the body near us. The five of us laid there leaking some cum from one hole or another. Jamal spoke first explaining that he needed that, but he want to fuck me next. I agreed and slowly began to stroke his balls and cock back to life. Jamal licked my pole clean as I did the same for Jason. I had the idea that I wanted Jamal and Jason to DP me this time around if Jamal was up for it. I grabbed some poppers and took a huge hit while I alternated sucking Jamal and Jason. I could still taste Dave on Jason. Adam was rimming Dave back to life getting cum all over my couch. I had Jamal lie on his back and had Jason lay with their cocks together. Their cocks were pretty evenly matched with Jamal beating Jason by a head. I took a huge hit of poppers, and dropped my ass down onto their cocks. I could feel my ass resist the double invasion, but another hit of poppers It gave way and I sank upon their meat missiles. Jamal gasped when “I hit bottom and so did I for that matter. I was so full of cock. I asked Adam to leave Dave alone for a moment so he could feed me his cock so I could be airtight. I had three young mens cocks in me. I was so full of cock. I would not have stopped if my own mother walked in, I sucked Dave’s cock like I was trying to suck start a car, and I bounced on the two other cocks like a piston. My ass was going to be so gaped when we were done. I did not care. I could take a few days off from getting railed after being used like a slut here today. Jamal let loose first followed quickly by Jason. Both flooded my ass with cum while Dave fed me his load. We all fell about the place exhausted. We laid naked, leaking cum onto my furniture. I was on the floor with Jamal’s thick black cock within reach. I reached for it and slowly jacked him back to life. I wanted another untainted load from his balls before he left and converted. I crawled to his cock and sucked his thick meat to life. I got up on my haunches and lowered me well-fucked poz hole onto his glistening coal colored cock. Everyone watched as his dark dick disappeared into my lily white ass. They got off on the contrast. He had cum several times that afternoon so I knew he would last longer than before, but I just kept on riding his black cock like it was a pony. I was loose after just taken two cocks, but I could still feel his thick cock in my fuck chute. I could feel his cock expand and explode for another volley of hot cum in my ass. I sank down all the way to his balls. I could feel his cock convulse with each volley of cum in my cunt. HE must have had 10 convulsions before he stopped. I looked around the room and they all were in a daisy chain sucking the next one’s cock. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever seen. More to Cum If you like what you read let me know I love to chat and skype Joey

If HIV is a gun, then PrEP is a bulletproof vest. And the guy who wants to stay neg, but takes loads from complete strangers without asking their status, yet doesn't take PrEP would be like someone who wanders onto an active shooting range. Where HIV isn't like a gun is that it's less likely to kill. And PrEP is far more effective than a bulletproof vest - so that analogy isn't perfect either. When you have the ability to protect yourself and you refuse to use the protection while simultaneously putting yourself at significant risk - IMHO, the only person who is at fault is the neg guy. Simply put - in scenarios like that YOU are the only one who is responsible for your health. Since PrEP offers very close to 100% protection, I fail to see how the toxic poz guy could be "unethical" for blowing his load up neg asses. He won't actually infect anyone unless they're actively or passively bug chasing. Now, if he's specifically targeting say closeted 18 year olds who are still living at home with parents watching their every move (and hence don't really have access to PrEP) - yeah - that's unethical. But cases like that aren't typical. But if he has some random, anonymous hookup in a park with the same kid - then I don't see that as unethical either. There are now three different types of PrEP, so there isn't even the argument of "well, the neg guy couldn't tolerate Truvada". If you want to stay neg and you're taking loads from strangers / people you don't know all that well - then you need to be on PrEP. If you opt not to take PrEP and you get pozzed - it's because of your action/inaction, not the action of the poz guy. All of that is a little off-topic - except to say I don't see it as unethical to stay off meds and be sexually active. But just like the neg guy should be responsible for his health - the poz guy should be responsible for his health and go on meds when it's time (CD4 <= 500, if not sooner).

This story got me so hot! I want too be that kind of a slut. An insatiable cumdump, constantly taking loads. Being shared with no control over who fucks me, and no way to refuse a load.

It happened man 🤣 Guy is pounding me hard, telling me to beg like a faggot for his load, all while Yes And by Ariana Grande is playing 🤣🤣🤣

Basic instinct is behind our sex drive. But it doesn't manifest as such, in most cases. When we meet an attractive possible partner, male or female, we aren't thinking "hey, I would like to make a baby with them." We are instead thinking "damn, he/she looks like a great piece of ass and it looks like they would be a lot of fun to have sex with." My answers went with the majority. When it comes to men I am not looking for an emotional connection. I am just looking for pleasure. I do like anonymous encounters but some of my best gay sex has came from fuck buddies. It's not emotional on either of our parts but simple lust and pleasure. That doesn't mean that I don't care about them at all, some of them have became good friends. I only get emotionally involved with the opposite sex, usually to regret it later. I am of course bi-sexual. I think most of my gay peer group would agree with the majority here. About all of the women I have been around or with would answer very differently. Of course women are not always honest about these things, even with themselves.

You and me both buddy.

To mementos that we collect along the way. I am parked outside of Sean and Phong’s apartment. I was confident on the drive here, in my resolve, in my decision to come. But now, now I am nervous for some reason. A part of me wants to chicken out, to turn the key, to drive back home, to where it’s safe, to where it’s quiet. But I’ve been looking forward to seeing them all week, so I muster the strength, send Sean a text: I’m here. I think I am nervous because I don’t know how we’ll connect— the three of us— since we’ve never really spoken, not in any real sense. It could go either way, I suppose. Sean appears, walking toward my car, his smile warm, his presence grounding. He gets in, and we kiss. Immediately. Intimately. Gently. I feel at ease, and I realize just how much I miss his kiss. His hand finds mine, and we hold each other there, and I’m confused. Isn’t this what lovers do? And Sean is in a relationship. But I don’t overthink, not now. I let the moment be what it is. I take everything in, I enjoy this, I enjoy us. After a while, he directs me to the carpark, and we take the elevator to his floor. Phong isn’t home yet. It’s just Sean and me, the two of us in his apartment. We kiss again, for a long while, before breaking for mango smoothies in the living room. His space is crowded, cluttered, filled with hundreds of things. My attention drifts to the shelves behind me, rows upon rows of monuments and knickknacks. Dozens of tiny souvenirs from across the world. Their travels, history, displayed for anyone to see. When Phong arrives, I walk up to greet him. We kiss. Sean joins, and now all three of us are there, standing, kissing, holding each other. It feels nice. Then we separate, settle into our own chairs, and start talking, small at first, easing into the night. At one point, I feel it. Sadness. A pang, sharp and sudden. I don’t understand it then, not until later, when I’m at home, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Twelve years. They’ve been together for twelve years. That explains the full shelves. That explains the weight in the air. That explains the pang. I think part of my sadness is knowing that they already have a history, a rich, full history, and I don’t know what my part is in their story now. Am I just a supporting character, just a footnote? Am I just here to fulfill a need, a physical desire? It reminds me of what I want, what I’m searching for. A relationship like theirs. Something deep. Something lasting. Something that spans a decade, two, more. And yet, I wonder— can their bond leave room for me? can I carve out a space for myself in their lives? Sean feels different. With Sean, there’s spiritual, emotional, and something that goes beyond the physical. But with Phong? With Phong, it’s just physical, surface-level, fleeting. And I see the balance Sean is trying to maintain, the delicate balance between loving, caring, being with Phong, and connecting with me. But I know, deep down, Phong comes first. Always. There’s a ceiling here, an emotional limit, and when I hit it, when I reach that point, I’ll have to decide—do I keep going? Do I let myself fall? Because falling for someone who can’t catch you— falling for someone who can only care for you as a friend— never ends well. So I think about my future, about what I need, about what I want. Emotional connection, that’s it. That’s the key. Physical attraction matters, yes, but without that emotional depth, it’s just not enough. It’s rare to find both. Rare to see a perfect blend of physical and intellectual. But it’s not impossible. And that’s what I’m searching for. That’s what I’ll strive for. Over the next twelve months, I’ll put myself out there, I’ll connect with people, I’ll open myself up to the possibility of something real, something lasting, something worth holding onto. What an adventure it will be.

My first watersports experience was with a fuck buddy of mine who wanted to try watersports for a while and I kept saying no to him but one day while I was just starting to suck him he just started pissing in my mouth with no warning and I found myself gulping down his piss to avoid it getting all over the bed. He opened my eyes to drinking piss and I drank gallons of his piss after that until I moved away and we lost touch.

I dont like it much when the guy is laying down and i have to go up and down. It gets tiring quick if im not that into it. I much prefer going forwards and backwards with the guy sitting or standing. Being on all fours so the guy can see my ass sticking out is super hot but I think I slightly prefer having the guy standing up and me being on my knees going back and forth on his cock. Its also a way better view, I like to see what im sucking. The thought of it makes me love sucking cock and it's a feedback loop that makes sucking more enjoyable. (P.s. I absolutely get off on watching myself eating cock)

Me ex used to run to the bathroom immediately after I pulled out. He explained that he hated the feeling of liquified cum dripping out. I often tried to unload when we were pressed for time, so he had no opportunity to squeeze it out. Based on what he said, it felt like a lot more cum than there was and he thought it would leak through his pants and be visible to anyone looking at him. It never did, but I'd sometimes ask "What's that spot on your pants" if I wanted to throw him into a panic. Why no, I have no idea why I'm single 🙂

I’m not sure what the issue really is, but I agree with a lot of of the sentiment because it feels like Springsteen’s 500 channels and there is nothing on. I subscribe to Tim, but agree it has gotten less exciting; I subscribe to RFC, but rarely watch; I subscribe to AEBN, and I’m just accumulating millions of minutes; and I subscribe to Faphouse, just to get longer Xhamster vids. I’ve done JFF and Onlyfans, but finding people you want to follow is a pain, especially on Onlyfans and you have to do hours of X in hopes of finding someone to follow. I end to search for Amateur video that makes you imagine you are watching a real date and some of it is on Bareback Bastards, ManyVids and ThisVid, but those companies seem to be running on autopilot (nobody replies on signup problems). I’m finding I’m watching way too much, but not getting turned on by it (though I would love to be the guy that looks like Daniel Radcliffe in the XVideo After Party video wow looks completely spun and completely in bliss in that video. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, the problem with porn is hat it feel like TV and it has a lot of guardrails in place so no one gets arrested and frankly most dates are more exciting than what’s in porn now. Pornhub basically put a lot of studios out of business, but found it had to clean up its act to get paid by the credit card companies and even now states are banning porn. Onlyfans and JFF are less regulated and we’re producing leading edge content, but content creators aren’t getting paid and Onlyfans keeps going back and forth onthe type of company it wants to be. X has been showing a lot of X content as content creators seek new fans, but they are mostly wavering under Musk’s lack of oversight. The head of (non-porn) content production got laughed out of CES as Mark Cuban described X as Pornhub to a room of potential advertisers. We’ve got four more years of this as the rightwingers try to eliminate porn completely and the left tries to ensure illicit activity does not go on (Pornhub wiped out a lot of videos that were illegal sex tapes, hidden cams, drug use on cam, and probably some blackmail tapes) after lawsuits and efforts to make nice with the credit card companies. We’re left with Brett Tyler mugging for the camera, a lot of twinks and some fun video that gets banned as soon as someone complains that it has content that isn’t permitted. I don’t want to watch myself in videos, but it is bad when your own dates are hotter than porn. I just find it takes forever to get off on porn (an 8-12 hour date will get you off more times in a night than most porn) and I’m ever thankful for BreedingZone and the Chemsex fiction on here. I spend more Time on my iPad with BZ than with the 8 TVs I hung in every room. My apologies for the rant, but I work in advertising and I’ve been complaining about content production since there were three networks and hoping the proliferation of vendors would lead to anything worth watching.

Luke’s Swollen Hole is Busted Open Again—at his request At some point, after they had used his swollen hole for hour, they had moved to the floor and double fucked him, sometimes actively, sometimes resting between them with a depth trainer or a small balled rigid toy deep up up his cunt. Luke quivered and mewed, his mind torn between the desire they kept hot through big spurts of Tina piss or surprise bumps of Tina on the lining of his stretched out hole and the soreness of his cunt from anus to deep inside. There was a place deep inside his pussy, that felt like his core, this place burned with maschoistic need to continue to be used. It was this place that thrilled when one or the other of the men would slide his big cock out and run his closed fist deep into his insides, releasing a small pile of Tina and fist him alongside his buddies’ hard cock. It this aching, burning need to be stretched, that drove him to ask to see the dildos he hadn’t taken. It was that need that made him immediately start to touch himself when he saw the giant, brutal head of a annihilator dildo—a semi-hard monster with a 12 inch around head a 18 inch thigh base. Luke started pinching his tits, rubbing his abs, and begging his daddies to hurt him, stretch him, with that monster cock. Enrique and Jason had been delighted to comply. Jason slowly worked his fist into Luke’s hole, fucking him, then released a 1/4 gram of crystal from inside his hand. They then got an adjustable stool—the toy weighed nine pounds—and lubed the boys hole as deep as the little nozzle would reach. The lubed it up slid the head inside gently. They’d given Luke complete freedom of movement, and a big bottle of poppers with a nose pump. Luke was huffing and he groaned loaudly but he opened his legs, welcoming the big toy and enjoying the massive stretch. They paused for a second until Luke asked for more and they pushed the big head further in. As it started to part Luke’s inner sphincter, Luke huffed and puffed like his life depended on it. When they got the head about halfway in, they waited until Luke was breathing evenly. “Now Luke,” Jason said firmly, “You said you wanted this toys so you are going to take a least half of it, but you don’t have to take it all.” Luke nodded, “Thank you daddy, but I need this. Once the pain is over it feels fucking amazing.” Luke looked up, pleadingly, “If it gets hard, will you keep getting me higher. The pig inside me is begging to be used like this.” Jason took over and slowly pushed the toy until the widest part of the head was at the second sphenticer and he held it there. Luke huffed and puffed and then Jason pushed the toy in slowly. He worked the boys hole very gently barely moving the toy, then he slowly pulled out of the boys second hole and then slowly went back in, holding Luke at the widest part of the enormous head. Luke was in piggy heaven, it was hurting and immensely pleasurable at the same time, but Jason was doing everything with the greatest restraint. Meanwhile, Enrique got one of the smaller lube tubs they had and dumped in a half gram, another ecstasy, and a big pile of fisting powder, he then filled it halfway with chempiss and took it over to Jason. Jason handed off the big toy and finished filling the tube and then grabbed a long thin plastic tube marked with inch’s. The toy was only 12 inch’s of insertable length, but to be safe he though they should start at 20 and then lube their way down. Enrique was slow fucking Luke’s hole. Pulling the monster dildo out all the way and then very slowly sliding it in, each time giving the hole maybe a centimeter more. Luke squealed every time the giant head went into his second hole, but he was enthusiastic about the fuck. The boy clearly had tons of drugs in his system, but he’d asked to get used by the monster dildo and so Jason waited until Enrique pulled out. Jason then slide the tube into the boys hole about 20 inch’s deep. Enrique picked up the monster cock and slipped it inside Luke’s sagging cunt alongside the narrow tube. Luke gave the smallest grunt as the big head entered his second hole. “You don’t really need it but we want you higher,” Enrique growled, “But first you are going to make your daddies proud.” Enrique pushed slowly until he was about six inches deeper, the boys hole stretching wider from tip to mid-shaft. Luke handled it well, but he was panting “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” “Whore, we’ve not even begun to fuck you yet,” Jason growledm and then he began pumping the thick lube, concentrated with Tina, all at once into that deep spot. Even as high as he was, Luke still shouted at the sting, his body shaking as Jason removed the tube. As soon as the tube was free Enrique began to slowly, slowly, push. Enrique pushed very gently and very slowly, but he also never stopped. Luke was groaning loudly,but he kept his legs open and pushed out, trying to take the huge tool. Luke was plastered in sweat—from the drugs and from the effort needed to accept the monster dildo—his asslips stretched and stretched, thinner and thinner, as the base of the dildo continued to widen his already stuffed hole. Since the boy was too lost in pain and pleasure to do it himself, Jason made him do lots of poppers. For the last four inches, Luke panted and cried out, but he didn’t fight the deep stretch, and he kept his body fluid. And while he’d taken toys at nearly thirty inches up his boypussy, the nearly thirteen inch head was a big challenge as it approached its sixteen inches of insertable depth. For the last two inches Luke was silent, his mouth open as if in a silent yell as his outer assplis stretched nearly twenty inches and the huge head stretchinto his gut deep. They fucked Luke with the monster toy for seven or eight hours, sweat pouring off of his body and theirs. The ten pound toy had given both top men a good arm workout. The toy was too big and heavy to punch fuck with, but Luke still got a pretty hard fucking as his hole got looser and looser. They would get him opened at one angle, and then grab his attention but shifting to the right or to the left. Jason especially like to fuck Luke’s outer hole, then his second ring, then take the toy out and plunge it back in to the root. Luke squealed and groaned but the Tina made him crave the stretch and the X kept him calm. He was so focused on his ass, neither his mind nor his body showed any resistance. When his hole started swelling shut again, they would slow down but fucked him to the full depth for a while before lubing the tool up with thick white lubricants and coating the underside of the big head with Tina and opening Luke’s hole up again. Then finally they decided they were getting tired and the boys hole was swelling shut again so they gently fucked him, still as deep as it would go, enjoying the way Luke’s face showed conflicting feelings of pain and ecstasy. Luke had been back and forth from the sling to his hands and knees on the floor and so they ended up on the floor with both their cocks inside. The boys hole was so loose, they had to stick one of the largest depth trainers they owned up it to make it tight enough for their cocks to stay inside the boy. From time to time one or the other of the two top doms would lift Luke into the swing, and then one man would stand behind the swing and pull Luke up and the other would stick his arm out and then the one behind would let Luke go and the force of gravity would make him swallow the other man’s arm. They almost made him take it full depth, to the shoulder, which they had easily done before his hole had swelled up. Usually this would lead to both men deep fisting Luke, and sometimes with a little bump to make it easier. But other times Lule would lie there and wonder why he still liked it, why he needed it, even through the aching pain. Finally the top men decided they were done, and so they each took a big thick depth trainer and put the handle around the base of the shaft and balls and they double penetrated Luke, their huge cocks rubbing against each other until they came, Luke moaning and grunting between them. They stuffed a big buttplug up his ass and left him, with his belly full of big loads of their of potent piss, and his ass still moving with desire, in the sling. About twenty minutes later, Karzinski and several of his biggest burliest guards showed up. They fucked, punched and fisted Luke’s swollen pussy for four more hours. Luke took even the biggest-handed guards arms past the elbow, and Karzinski punch fucked Luke to the shoulder. Luke cried out and occasionally screamed, but he knew not to resist. But for the last hour, as each of them punched his sore pussy as deep as they could, tears streamed down his face. Each of the men dropped a huge load in his hole, and then Karzinski dumped a pile of Tina in has hand and shoved it into Luke hole to dissolved it. He then put the big plug in, and left Luke alone in the dark, his arms and legs bound to the sling. Pulsing disco music began to play as familiar hunger began to build deep in Luke’s fiery boypussy. For around an hour, as Luke lay bound in the swing, potent chempiss with an extra quarter of Tina was absorbed until the delicate walls of his colon. He became almost incapable of thoughts, but of only need, a need to have his hole stretched and used, to be slapped around and fucked. Any sense that he might need to be coming down, or relaxing, after over 72 solid hours of very hard abuse, went out the door. Luke could only think of the next fuck, and then the door to the dungeon opened and the dim lights went up, and Luke realized that for his next fuck, he would be fucked by a god.

Part 5 …..I open my mouth to protest and he hawks deeply and unloads a huge glob of juice into my mouth. He puts one hand to my throat tightening his grip and with the other squeezes my mouth open loading my mouth with another load of phlegm. I am so turned on by this angry and aggressive possession as I give in to his domination. Slowly releasing my throat, he pulls me into a kiss and transfers more saliva into my mouth. He roughly shoves his tongue in my mouth with a deep kiss secreting more saliva into my mouth. Swallowing the remnants, I think; “Fuck this guy owns me, and I can’t get enough of this beast”… Tom stands up and tells me to get in the pool so we can cool off. He grabs the bottle of scotch, takes a deep tug on the bottle and brings it with him as he joins me in the water. I drank a heavy pour as we lean into each other. I let him know this has been one of the best nights of my life. My ass is sore for sure, but my feeling of completeness is overwhelming. We float in the pool for a while as we cool down, embracing and kissing. It’s not long and we finish the bottle and I’m feeling a good buzz. While I’m exhausted, I don’t want the evening to end and ask Tom if he’ll spend the night, maybe even the weekend. He quickly agrees and suggests we keep the buzz going and steps out and grabs a vape pen from his pocket. Taking a couple deep hits, it’s not long and I feeling completely chilled. When I get high, I’m instantly horny and true to form my cock is as hard as a rock. One of the many features I love about this house is all the rooms overlooking the pool open out and have electronic smart glass allowing any level of privacy I want. Eyeing the massive shower through the large window, seeing multiple heads and jets, Tom leads me by the dick and says let’s take a shower and then I’ll give you a massage. With a shit ass grin he says he may even allow me to come. In the shower, Tom soaps me up and rinses me off. He kneels and soon has my cock in his mouth. Using his tongue, he licks the head and shaft. Like the pro he is, my entire cock goes down his throat and he expertly works me into a fully turned on state. Coming off my cock, the licks down to my balls and takes each nut in his mouth individually then in tandem. I’m so turned on. Turning me around he spread my ass cheeks and is quickly eating my ass. His tongue is fucking me probing my open hole. Sensing I’m getting close, he stands up, steps out and as he does so turns the hot water off without me seeing and I’m doused in cold water. Screeching from the sudden cold he sees my cock quickly wilt and starts laughing as I quickly step out. Drying me off, he continues grinning and tells me he’s not ready for me to cum yet and asks if I have any massage oil or lotion. Guiding me to the bed he tells me to lie on my stomach and joining me, he drizzles oil on my shoulders and back he’s soon giving me a deep tissue massage. He works down to my lower back and ass working it deep. I’m groaning with pleasure as he finds knots and tension points. Next, he starts on my right foot and leg, working them deeply. He works up to my inner thighs and I’m groaning as I tell him he’s found my most sensual spot and massages in deeper and continues as he rubs my taint and plays with my hole a bit. Knowing I’m hard again, he withdraws back and then repeats this on the left leg. It’s not long again and he is back at the inner thigh again and cupping my balls. I’m cock is as hard as steel when he’s says to turn over. Now laying on my back Tom straddles me and pours some oil on my cock, slowly stroking me. Spreading his legs further he slides up and starts passionately kissing me. He sits up, pulls his ass cheeks apart and slides right down on my dick until I’m balls deep. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anyone and am loving the warmth of his hole. He then starts slowly riding me. His pace quickens and I feel his ass clamping down as he begins slamming up and down on my cock. As animalistic as he was when fucking me, he is now doing the same as he’s impaling himself with my dick. He demands I give him my toxic load as he is milking my cock with his ass. I’m so turned on its not long when I scream out FUCK as my load erupts in his ass. Tom continues riding me until he feels me soften and slip out. He slides onto my chest and returns to kissing me. Pulling back, he turns around shoves his butt in my face and tells me to eat my load. I love eating ass, especially when there is a fresh load. I’m rimming him deeply and trying to eat my load back out. He pulls up slightly demanding I open my mouth and he immediately dumps his ass load in my eager mouth. Telling me not to swallow, he turns around, drops down to kiss me again and I share some of the contents with him. We both swallow as the guy continues to amaze me. Tom’s dick is hard again. He spreads my legs apart with his and immediately slides into my ass again. Pulling my waist up he starts pounding me. He soon tenses up and delivers another load into my sloppy hole. I’m not sure how he can cum so much and so many times in 4 hours but I’m not going to complain. Falling beside me, he pulls me into a hug with his semi-hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. Exhausted, I’m fighting sleep when he whispers in my ear not to plan on too much sleep, as Tom’s sure he can top off my hole in another hour or two. Looking forward to more from this stud, I’m completely content and we both dose off to sleep before long….

Patient 3: Ed If there was one thing Ed hated, it was hospitals. He’d had tuberculosis as a kid, which caused his parents to ship him off to the Adirondack Cottage Sanitarium for almost a year. He was only five years old, forced to spend the year away from family and friends while surrounded by the sick and the dying. It was a miracle that he’d been able to survive at all, and once he returned home, he swore he’d never set foot in another hospital again. His time away made him feel like a stranger in his own family. Of course, this was only made worse by the realization that he liked boys a hell of a lot more than girls. At least he had the sense to keep that bit to himself. Aside from some careful experimentation with some of the boys at his prep school, he played his part perfectly–dating girls, sleeping around, and, in the case of his wife Helen, getting married. Like him, Helen came from a wealthy New York family. They met while Ed was studying for his law degree at Columbia University and got married immediately after graduation. He’d done the respectable thing, marrying and popping out a couple of kids before the age of 30. But his real life lay just beneath the surface, like the seedy underbelly of the city. The regular visits to the bathhouse to blow off some steam after work. The boys trips to the Adirondacks for a week of naked fun. The secret apartment on the Upper West Side where he took his conquests when he wanted a little bit of privacy. Helen didn’t know anything about all that, of course. To her, he was the perfect husband–a lawyer, father, and for the last seven years, a congressman representing Manhattan’s East Side. But now Helen was sick, hospitalized with some sort of ailment that meant that Ed had to break his 50-year vow and step foot into the one place he swore he’d never go. “You sure you don’t want me to call the kids?” he asked as she lay shivering in the hospital bed. “Maybe Susan can come and be with you.” She pursed her lips. “For heaven’s sake, Ed. I need you. Man up!” He bristled. She had some nerve asking him to come here and then insulting his manhood. There was a knock at the door. A doctor stood in the doorway with a pen and a clipboard. “Helen Green?” Ed’s wife sat up in bed, using tremendous effort to do so. “Do you know what’s wrong with me? What did the tests show?” The doctor put his pen behind his ear and frowned. “Your white blood cell count is high. Now, this is usually a sign that your body is fighting off some kind of infection. Unfortunately, we can’t determine what that infection is. You’ve tested negative for tuberculosis, your lungs are fine, we’ve ruled out allergies…” “Surely there are other tests you can run,” said Ed. “We certainly pay you people enough.” The doctor cleared his throat. “We’ve been seeing some cases with similar symptoms to yours in the last couple of years. Now, you’re not the usual demographic for this sort of thing, but I have to ask… do you think there’s any chance you might have come into contact with someone suffering from AIDS?” Ed’s face went red with anger. “Are you kidding? You think my wife has AIDS? What the hell kind of doctor are you, accusing her of such a thing!” Helen put her hand on Ed’s. “Honey, please calm down.” The doctor raised his hands. “I’m not trying to insinuate anything. We’re still not entirely sure how this thing spreads. It’s possible you could have caught it in passing–sharing a drink with someone who was infected, or-” “Absolutely not,” said Ed. “Hold on a minute,” said Helen. “I don’t even know what we’re talking about here. AIDS, did you say? What even is that?” The doctor raised his eyebrows. “You haven’t heard of AIDS?” She laughed in disbelief. “Well, I’m not a medical expert. Why would I know about all the various diseases out there?” “AIDS is a virus that attacks the immune system,” explained the doctor. “We’ve seen it mostly in intravenous drug users and… homosexuals.” Ed’s face went white. He could feel Helen’s eyes turn towards him. “That’s it,” he said firmly. “First you accuse my wife of having AIDS, now you accuse her of using drugs. I want you out of here and I want a different doctor working on her case.” “But-” “Now!” The doctor sighed, then left the room. Ed turned to Helen, his face flush with anger. “Can you believe him? Accusing you of-” “What is he talking about?” Her voice was quiet but serious. “Hm? What did he mean it attacks the immune system?” “It doesn’t matter because you don’t have it.” “But Ed-” “It’s probably Lyme disease! Remember that tick bite you had in the Hamptons a few years ago? You’ve probably been sick this whole time and the doctors just missed it.” “Ed-” “Tell them to test for Lyme disease. I’m going home.” He grabbed his coat. “I’ll call Susan and tell her to come visit you as soon as possible.” “I don’t want to bother-” “She’s our daughter. She’ll do what I tell her to.” Ed left in a hurry, his head pounding. The nerve of that fucking doctor. He should have known better than to make such baseless accusations against a US congressman. Ed would have his medical license, he’d make sure of it. He left his daughter a voicemail when he got home, telling her to get to the hospital as soon as possible to take care of her mother. Then he took a shower and went to bed, hoping to put this mess behind him for good. He awoke early in the morning covered in sweat, his body aching considerably. This had been happening more and more lately, probably due to stress. After all, it wasn’t easy representing the American people on a daily basis. First thing Monday morning he would have to be back in his New York office, hard at work drafting a new piece of legislation to repeal environmental protections. Then he was due back in DC the week after to present the bill to committee. Tonight, however, was a special treat. One Saturday night each month, Ed and a small group of influential power brokers would meet at a different location for a bit of revelry and fun. They always got the call at noon the day of, telling them where and when to be. They took turns arranging the entertainment for the night, finding various boys at the baths who wanted a bit of cash in exchange for a night of being used by New York’s finest. Just another perk of being the nation’s servant. Then noon came and went without a phone call. Concerned, he considered phoning his friend Bill and asking for the cause of the delay, but he didn’t want to appear desperate. Appearances still mattered, even for occasions such as these. But by 5 o’clock, he began to get worried. He needed to release some tension now more than ever. He couldn’t risk missing out on the night’s event just because someone forgot to phone him. So he dialed Bill’s private line and waited for a response. He could hear the sound of the phone getting picked up, then silence. “Hello? Bill, are you there?” He heard a sigh. “Tell me it isn’t true, Ed.” Ed’s blood ran cold. “What are you talking about? What have you heard?” “You know the rules. We decided as a group when this whole thing began. If any one of us got sick, we’d be out. No exceptions.” “I don’t know what you heard, but you’re wrong. I’m not sick. I’m not!” “Then why does Helen have AIDS?” Ed scoffed. “Who told you that? The doctor? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about! She’s got Lyme disease, I’m telling you-” “Helen called me herself. She got the test back this morning. It’s AIDS, Ed. And if she has it, you have it.” “You son of a bitch. I’m telling you, she’s wrong. I don’t have AIDS!” “Goodbye, Ed.” “Wait!” Ed gripped the phone tightly. “You can’t kick me out. I know too much.” “Oh, Ed.” Bill laughed. “You know that won’t work. We got your collateral, remember? To prevent exactly this kind of thing.” Ed cursed himself. Of course, that photo with the young man from Rochester. He’d even posed for it willingly, certain it was all just a lark. They’d never actually have to use it. What a fool he’d been. “Oh, and if you know what’s good for you, you might want to consider resigning.” He scoffed. “Excuse me?” “Think about what’s best for the country, Ed. No one wants a congressman with AIDS.” The sound of the dial tone filled his ears. He hung up the phone, his face slack with shock. How could this be happening to him? He didn’t have AIDS–he couldn’t have it. There had to be some kind of mistake. He picked up the phone and dialed the hospital. He needed to sort this mess out with Helen before it went any further. “Mount Sinai, how can I help you?” “I need to talk to my wife, Helen Green. She’s in room 815.” “One moment.” He waited with bated breath. Then he heard his daughter’s voice. “She doesn’t wanna talk to you, Dad.” “Put your mother on the phone, Susan. Now.” “Dad, no. She needs to rest-” “Dammit, Susan! I am your father, you will obey me!” Susan scoffed. “Are you kidding me? After what you did to her, you’re trying to hold onto the moral high ground?” “I didn’t do anything-” “They tested her for AIDS, Dad. She’s positive. You made her sick with your perversion!” “I did no such thing!” he yelled. “If your mother has AIDS, it’s because she cheated on me! I’m the victim here!” Susan laughed wryly. “Okay, Dad. Keep telling yourself that.” “Susan, wait–please, let me speak to her.” “Dad… I’m only telling you this because I love you. This thing is serious. Mom’s really sick. You need to get tested.” “I’m fine,” he said angrily. “I don’t need anything at all because I don’t have AIDS.” “Goodbye, Dad.” He sat down in shock. First his wife, then Bill, now his daughter? Had everyone betrayed him? After everything he did for them? The secrets he kept for Bill. The life he’d given his wife and daughter, all of the money and the fancy vacations. Now they wanted to drop him, just like that. Well, fuck them. He wouldn’t go without a fight. He pulled out his Rolodex and started calling his contacts in the group. He was going to find out where tonight’s meeting was one way or another. Each number he dialed went straight to voicemail. He knew better than to leave a message, so he simply told them to call him back and reached for the next number on his list. By the time he cycled through all the numbers without a single response, he began to get angry. “If they won’t answer me, I’ll just find a boy myself.” He pulled out the number for that hot Latin boy he’d met at the baths last summer. Dario had been an awesome lay, and even introduced Ed to the pleasure of bottoming, something he hadn’t allowed himself to experience since the notion had always been an affront to his manhood. But even he didn’t answer the phone. Ed slammed the phone down in rage. Not for the first time, he lamented that the baths had been shut down the previous October. He’d taken for granted how easy it had been to get a nut off whenever he wanted. Cruising was so much effort, especially when you were trying to remain discreet. You couldn’t risk a friend or colleague seeing you following some guy on the street into his apartment building for an early afternoon lay. The West Side piers were his last resort. He didn’t like paying for sex, and he certainly didn’t want to catch the kinds of things those guys might be carrying, but sometimes you did what you had to do. He drove down to the piers just after ten, cruising slowly by as he perused the selection. Tonight looked like a particularly rough crowd, mostly junkies and a few ragged-looking ones that were most certainly not Ed’s type. He liked the smooth, innocent boys, like the painting of Saint Sebastian that he used to stare at in Catholic school. A guy who was missing at least four teeth banged on his window. “What are you looking for?” he slurred. He grinned. “Want me to make your dreams come true?” Ed hit the gas and sped away. No way in hell would he stoop this low. He would have to find another way. But the next day, his horniness was starting to drive him wild. He needed to get laid and he needed it now. He even tried cruising, though he was so out of practice he was certain he’d scared several young men into thinking they were being stalked. He gave up and spent the rest of the afternoon at home, feeling sorry for himself. He decided to give the piers one more try, arriving at sunset this time in the hopes that maybe the earlier crowd would be more palatable. But it was the same as yesterday–a group of freaks and vagrants, no one Ed would dare to stick his cock in even with how horny he was feeling. He was just about to give up and head home for the night when he saw him. A curly-haired boy sat on the curb, shivering in a sheepskin jean jacket. He looked to be about 18 or 19, strangely out of place among the more seasoned crowd. Ed pulled up beside him and rolled down the window. “Hey,” he said smoothly. But before he could say anything else, the boy’s eyes grew wide and he began hurrying away. Ed drove after him. “What the hell, man? I’m just talking to you.” The young man shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. This was a mistake.” “Hold on a minute.” The boy stopped and looked warily at him. Ed put the car in park and opened the side door. “Come on. You look cold, get in.” The young man’s eyes began to well with tears. “I shouldn’t.” “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not gonna hurt you. All I wanna do is talk.” He pulled out a $20 bill. “Here, I’ll even pay you for your time. You don’t have to do anything but talk. Okay?” The boy nodded. He took the $20 and walked around the car, climbing in the passenger seat beside Ed. “Let me find us someplace private we can chat,” said Ed. He turned the corner and drove a couple of blocks before parking in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” The young man didn’t answer. He was practically shaking in his seat. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, son. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” The boy was absolutely beautiful, with pale skin and big doe eyes. Ed couldn’t help but put his hand on the boy’s leg, softly rubbing him. “I thought I could do it,” said the boy. “You know… but I chickened out.” He buried his head in his hands. “I just didn’t know what else to do. I only just moved here a few months ago-” “You an actor?” asked Ed. He looked up and nodded. “I thought so. You’ve got a face for it.” He brushed the boy’s chin with his thumb. The boy blushed. “But then I ran out of money, and when I got kicked out of my apartment, I… I didn’t know what else to do.” His eyes started to well up with tears again. “Aww, it’s okay, baby.” Ed put his arm around the boy and held him to his chest. “Don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry.” He put his nose in the boy’s hair, breathing in his scent. God, this kid was an angel. “I can’t go home,” the boy said with a sniffle. “My parents kicked me out when they found out I was gay. I’d finished high school, so I figured a big city would be the best place to go… but I just don’t know what to do.” “Hey,” said Ed. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing. You hear me?” He wiped away the young man’s tears. “I’ve got a place you can stay for the night.” “You don’t have to do that-” “It’s nothing. A little one-bedroom on the Upper West Side. I keep it for boys like you who, uh, need a little bit of help now and again.” The young man’s eyes went wide. “Really? You would do that for me?” Ed smiled. “For those eyes? I’d do anything.” The boy blushed. “It’s Dylan. My name.” Ed brought the boy’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “Nice to meet you, Dylan. I’m Ed.” He drove Dylan to his apartment, parking in his reserved spot in the indoor parking garage. Truth be told, it wasn’t so much an apartment where he hosted young men in need as it was a place he could fuck his conquests without interruption. It was a modest little apartment, but he’d gone all out in a lush, king-sized bed. After all, you gotta spend money where you need it. “Let me take that.” He grabbed Dylan’s jacket and hung it on a hook beside the door. “Make yourself comfortable. You want something to drink?” “Maybe a coke?” Ed grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and poured it over a glass of ice. He added a little rum and handed it to Dylan. Dylan took a sip, then coughed. “Thought you’d like it a little strong,” Ed said with a wink. “You’re 18, right?” Dylan nodded. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He sat on the couch, setting the drink down on the coffee table in front of him. Ed sat next to him. “Well, I suppose I can’t help it. When I see a boy like you in need, it makes my heart hurt.” He put his arm around him, pulling the boy in just a little bit closer. Dylan smiled, then took another sip of his drink. “This place is so nice. I can’t imagine living somewhere like this.” “This is what you get when you work hard for a living. I’m sure you’ll live someplace just as nice when you become a famous actor.” Dylan giggled. “I don’t know about all that.” “Aw, come on. I could tell right away how talented you are. How handsome…” He put his hand on Dylan’s leg again, rubbing the inside of his thigh. Dylan looked up at him, those wide doe eyes full of innocence. “You’re really handsome, too.” Ed softly rubbed the boy’s cheek. “What I wouldn’t give to be with a guy like you. That’s why I talked to you down at the pier. I’d never done anything like that before, hire someone for sex. But I saw you when I was driving by and… I don’t know… it was like something came over me.” Dylan gulped. He was breathing heavily, his lip shaking. “You really think I’m handsome?” Ed put his thumb on Dylan’s lip and pulled it open slightly. “Baby, you’re the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He kissed Dylan softly, careful to take his time with the boy. He wouldn’t be surprised if the kid was a virgin, he seemed so nervous. But he’d deflowered plenty of virgins in his day, so he knew just how to handle him. Don’t come on too strong, take things slow, and make sure to use plenty of lube. If everything went right, he’d have Dylan eating out of the palm of his hand. He kissed Dylan on the neck, holding the back of the boy’s head as he climbed on top of him. “Oh, Daddy,” moaned Dylan. He pulled Dylan’s shirt over his head, revealing his soft white skin and light pink nipples. His skin was completely unblemished, a perfectly pure canvas, purer than Saint Sebastian. He took one of Dylan’s nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking it hungrily as the boy moaned beneath him. His hands fiddled with the button of Dylan’s jeans, eager to release the boy’s stiffening rod underneath. He pulled off the boy’s jeans, revealing the young man’s hardness poking through a pair of light blue briefs. He buried his face in Dylan’s dick, rubbing his nose against it and inhaling the man scent that he loved so very much. He could feel Dylan’s hands in his hair as he pulled the boy’s briefs down to expose his rigid cock. It was beautiful and leaking, about 5” long, and buried under a soft patch of light brown pubic hair. “Oh, baby,” said Ed. He licked the underside of Dylan’s cock, making the boy moan. Then he enveloped it in his mouth, taking the entire thing down to the root. Dylan let out a small cry, his hands kneading Ed’s hair as the pleasure overwhelmed him. There was nothing Ed loved more than driving a boy wild with his tongue before opening him up with his big fat cock. He pulled Dylan’s briefs off all the way, then lifted his legs to gain access to the smooth, hairless hole underneath. He lovingly lapped the outside of the boy’s hole with his tongue, making him whimper. Then he spread his cheeks and dove in tongue first, readying his hole for the taking. “Daddy, that feels so good,” moaned Dylan. Ed took his time eating him out, wanting the boy as eager as possible to get fucked. When his hole felt nice and loose, Ed stood and held out his hand. “Come to bed with me, baby.” Dylan took his hand, following him shyly to the bedroom. Ed picked him up, kissing him softly as he carried him to the bed. He set him down gently, then unbuckled his belt as Dylan watched in anticipation. He pulled off his pants and underwear, causing Dylan to gasp at the sight of his thick, turgid cock. Ed climbed on the bed and kissed Dylan on the neck. “I know baby, I know.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, lathering up his cock. Then he poured some on his fingers and slipped them into Dylan’s hole, making the boy whimper once more. “Should–shouldn’t we use a condom?” asked Dylan. He was looking up at Ed nervously. Ed shook his head. “No, baby. You don’t have anything to worry about. I would never hurt you.” He smiled at him, his fingers still working open the boy’s hole. Dylan nodded. He spread his legs, revealing that sweet, smooth hole. “Okay,” he said timidly. Ed climbed on top of him, kissing him softly as he lifted the boy’s legs back. Then he grabbed his cock, aimed it at the promised land, and began to push. “Ugh… it hurts,” whined Dylan. “Shhh…” said Ed. “You can do this. Be strong for Daddy, okay? I promise it’ll feel good.” He pushed in a little bit further, slipping the head of his cock inside Dylan’s tight hole. He could feel a pop as the head lodged itself inside. Then he slowly pushed forward, feeling every inch of the boy’s guts as he penetrated him. “Oh god… it’s so big,” said Dylan. “Go slow, okay?” “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little further.” He pushed his cock even farther before he hit a wall. He was still only about two-thirds of the way in. “Go ahead and lean back for me baby,” Ed said as he took Dylan’s legs in his hands. “I just need to get a little deeper.” He pushed Dylan’s legs back until the boy’s ass was slightly off the bed. Then he slid in deeper, sliding past Dylan’s second ring and into his colon. “Oof… oh god, it’s so deep.” Dylan’s lip trembled. “Are you… are you all the way in?” Ed nodded. “I’m all the way in, baby. Now let Daddy fuck you, okay?” He began to slowly saw into Dylan, pumping in and out of that sweet boy’s rectum. The kid’s hole was tight as a drum, so tight that Ed was convinced he had to be a virgin. How lucky was he, finding an angel like this just begging for a Daddy to take care of him? With an ass like this at his disposal, Ed was more than happy to give the boy whatever he wanted. “Oof.. ugh… oh Ed, that feels so good…” Dylan had his fingers pressed against Ed’s chest, tracing through his chest hair. Ed leaned down and kissed him, tasting his sweet tongue as he defiled his insides. He was leaking so much precum into the boy that his cock was gliding freely now. He was sweating profusely, his skin burning like it was on fire. Must be from lust, of course. “Baby… Daddy’s gonna cum now, okay?” Ed kissed Dylan on the cheek, then held him close as he unloaded inside the boy’s sweet hole. He had always been a big cummer, and now was no exception. He could feel his cum spilling out around his cock as the boy’s rectum struggled to contain all the love he had to give. “Oh… oh wow…” moaned Dylan. His eyelashes were fluttering in such a cute way. Ed leaned down and kissed him gently on his eyelids, then pulled out and laid beside him, spent. It was nice feeling the boy cuddle up to him, resting his head on Ed’s hairy chest. Moments like these were rare for Ed–he usually had to make way for the next guy at the sex party to use whoever was the night’s entertainment. But this time he held Dylan close, breathing in the boy’s scent and softly stroking his skin as his cock deflated. He awoke hours later, drenched in sweat. For a moment, he thought he was with Helen, but then he felt Dylan’s soft breathing against his chest. His hard cock was still nestled in between Dylan’s soft ass cheeks. Strangely, he realized he’d never actually spent the night here before. Usually, he had to be back before his wife got suspicious. Now that the bitch had betrayed him, he could stay as long as he liked. His skin was on fire, so he leaned over and turned the AC on full blast. Then he kissed Dylan’s neck, making the boy moan in his sleep. He reached down and pulled open his cheeks, slipping easily inside him. It took the boy a few seconds of being fucked to wake up, but by then Ed was deep inside him and ready to plant his seed once more. He lay there like an angel and let Ed use him, murmuring “Daddy” every few seconds as Ed stroked his cute little cock. By the time he filled him again, he could feel the young man’s seed dribbling through his fingers. Ed must have fallen back asleep again, because the next thing he knew the sunlight was streaming in through the windows and Dylan was blowing him under the covers. He slipped the blanket off the boy’s head to reveal his curly brown hair bobbing up and down. “Good morning, baby.” Dylan popped Ed’s cock out of his pretty pink lips and smiled. “Good morning. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me stay here.” Ed pulled him in for a kiss. “You can stay here as long as you like, lover.” And thus commenced the third load that Ed planted inside of his new sweetheart. By the time he left the apartment that morning, kissing his paramour goodbye with promises to swing by again later, he was practically smitten. Ed wasn’t the type to grow attached so quickly. But with the trauma of being unfairly kicked out of the sex club and having nowhere else to turn for release, he felt like karma was finally rewarding him. The enchantment proved short-lived when he arrived at his office to find his staff in the middle of packing everything up. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked angrily. His staff looked bewildered to see him. Ron, his chief of staff, cleared his throat and asked, “Uh, sir… what are you doing here?” “What do you mean, what am I doing here? It’s my office, isn’t it?” Ron exchanged a glance with Ed’s secretary. “Uh… I mean, it was, sir. Before you resigned.” His nostrils began to flare. “What on God’s green Earth are you talking about?” “Bill called,” explained Ron. “He told us about Helen, how she was sick… I’m so sorry about that, sir. He- he said that you were resigning so you could take care of her, that you were staying home today to draft your letter of resignation, and that we should pack up your office while you were gone. Is that… not true, sir?” He ground his teeth. So, this was how they were playing it, was it? Trying to edge him out of a job and the club all in one go. Well, they couldn’t get rid of him that easily. “I want you to take those boxes right now and-” He was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing on his desk. His secretary answered it, then held it out to him. “It’s for you, sir.” He grabbed the phone from her. “Hello?” he said gruffly. “The only thing you should be doing in that office is turning in your letter of resignation.” His heart skipped a beat. “Bill? What the hell is this?” He turned away from his staff and cupped the phone against his mouth. “Are you having me followed?” “We wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything foolish. Seems like we were right to be worried.” “I don’t know what you think I’m-” “I want you to listen very carefully to me.” Bill’s voice was calm, but chilling. “You are going to hang up the phone. You are going to sit down at your desk and fill out a letter of resignation, which you will then fax to Speaker O’Neill. You will not disobey or your collateral will be released. You will not breathe a word about our organization or your collateral will be released. Do you understand?” “But you-” “Do you understand, Ed?” His blood was boiling. He wanted to scream, but that would ruin the only thing he had left: his dignity. “Yes.” “Great. My best to Helen.” He set down the phone and looked at his staff, who were all staring at him warily. He was sweating profusely, his skin feverish. He wiped his brow. “Right, well, clearly you’ve all heard about my wife. Very sad… advanced Lyme disease, you know. Have to do what’s best for my family.” “Of course,” said Ron. “Why don’t you go ahead and draft that letter of resignation for me? I should head to the hospital. Check on her.” “All right,” said Ron. “Do you want me to-” “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Ed was already on his way out the door. He walked back to his car, the blood pumping in his ears. He couldn’t believe how much he’d lost in just a few short hours. Of course, it wasn’t like he needed the congressional salary. Thank God for being independently wealthy. And he had done good work in Congress, successfully cutting taxes for the wealthy and eliminating wasteful spending on food stamps and childcare subsidies. But the principle of the thing was appalling. He didn’t have AIDS, dammit! He couldn’t. He had only bottomed that one time. Well, okay, a few times… but only with Dario. And Dario wasn’t sick. So how could he be sick? Helen cheating on him was the only explanation. She’d tried to ruin his life to cover her own guilt. Fucking cunt. He decided to treat himself to make up for the shitty afternoon he was having. Well, to treat his new boytoy, as it were. He stopped at Victoria’s Secret on the way home and browsed through their selection. He got hard as a rock seeing his boys in lingerie and leaped at the chance to spoil his lover. He dropped a couple of hundred dollars on a few thongs and lace bikini briefs (“a little surprise for my wife’s birthday”) and headed back to the apartment. Dylan was in the shower when he arrived. Ed opened the door to the bathroom to see the boy’s smooth white back and those beautiful, plump ass cheeks. He quickly disrobed and climbed in with him. “Mm, hi.” Dylan wrapped his arms around Ed’s back, kissing him deeply. “How was your day?” “Better now that I’m with you,” said Ed. He turned off the water and grabbed the young man’s quickly growing cock. “Come with me. I have something to show you.” Dylan was ecstatic when Ed showed him what he’d bought. “I love it!” he squealed. “Oh God, I’ve always wanted to wear stuff like this…” He picked up one of the lace bikini briefs and traced it with his fingers. “I was just too afraid my parents would find out.” Ed grabbed Dylan’s towel and pulled it off, letting it fall to the side. He got down on his knees and kissed the boy’s ass. “Come on–I wanna see you in one of the thongs.” Dylan modeled the lingerie for him, sliding the silky fabric up his smooth legs and giving Ed a little strut in the bedroom. His ass looked so hot in the thongs, so round and juicy that he’d barely gotten to the second pair of panties when Ed picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. “Don’t you wanna see the rest, Daddy?” Dylan giggled. “Daddy needs to be inside you.” He tossed the boy onto the bed and spread his legs, pulling away the thong strap to gain access to that hidden treasure within. He ate him out like his life depended on it, spurred on by the boy’s moans and whimpers. Before long he was balls deep inside of his lover once more. Even with the AC still running, he was sweating up a storm. He mounted Dylan from behind and fucked him fast and deep, watching the boy’s ass cheeks jiggle with every smack. God, he looked so good in that thong. He’d have to take him shopping sometime soon, really spoil him. After only a couple of minutes, he collapsed on Dylan’s back, shuddering as he implanted his seed deep inside of the boy. His skin was slick with sweat, and he could hardly move he was so exhausted. He rolled off of him and soon fell asleep. When he awoke again, Dylan was gone. He sat up groggily, temporarily confused. Where was he, again? Then it came back to him–the incident at the office, the phone call with Bill. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t felt this out of it in ages. Old age catching up with him, he supposed. He got out of bed and walked into the living room, flicking on the light. A pink suitcase lay on the couch that he didn’t recognize. Dylan’s, probably. Everything the boy owned must have been in that thing. Poor kid. He debated opening it but held himself back. There are some things you just don’t want to know about people. He didn’t need to see the boy’s dirty laundry or sad little trinkets from home. All he needed was that mouth and sweet, sweet boy hole. The sound of keys in the door made him turn. Dylan walked in carrying a brown paper bag. “Oh, you’re up!” He set the bag down on the counter before walking over to kiss Ed. “Thought I’d grab us dinner,” he said with a grin. “How’d you pay for it?” asked Ed. Dylan smiled shyly. “I used the money you gave me yesterday. I figured it was the least I could do to thank you for everything.” Ed brushed the boy’s hair back and kissed him on the forehead. “I don’t want you spending a cent on me. I gave that money for you to treat yourself. Don’t go worrying about little old me, okay? Here-” He grabbed his wallet off the coffee table and pulled out two $100 bills. “Use this to get yourself something pretty. I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll bring you some more.” Dylan’s eyes went wide. “Oh, Ed… that’s so much money. I don’t-” “Nonsense.” Ed lifted Dylan’s chin and kissed him. “I like taking care of my boy.” The look on Dylan’s face was worth ten times the money. He kissed him again, pulling him onto his naked lap. His hands slid underneath the boy’s shorts, and soon they were both naked with Dylan riding Ed’s cock once again. He squeezed the boy’s chest, thrusting himself high up into him. What was happening to him? He hadn’t been able to go this many times in a row in years. Something about the boy brought it out of him. After he’d deposited yet another load in Dylan’s hole, they cuddled naked in the living room, eating takeout and watching Cheers. Before he knew it it was almost 10 o’clock. “I gotta go, baby.” He kissed Dylan on the head and started pulling on his clothes. “You be a good boy and I’ll swing by tomorrow.” “Okay, Daddy.” He kissed Dylan goodbye, then drove back to his apartment on the Upper East Side. He was exhausted and couldn’t wait to slip into bed and pass out for the night. But when he tried to unlock the door to his apartment, his key wouldn’t work. “What the fuck?” he murmured. He tried his key again, but it still wouldn’t work. Then he noticed the doorknob had changed–where before it was gold, it was now bronze. He banged on the door. “Who’s in there? Open up!” He heard hushed whispering, then silence. The door opened to reveal his daughter, Susan. “What do you want, Dad?” “What do I want? What are you doing in my apartment? And why are the locks changed?” She stepped outside and closed the door behind her. “Mom’s back from the hospital. There’s nothing more they can do for her.” His heart sank. “Is she–?” “She doesn’t wanna see you. Now please, just go.” “I will not!” he said defiantly. “This is my apartment.” “Dad-” The door opened slowly behind Susan. Helen stood there, looking pale and waif-like in a satin robe. “It’s all right, Susan,” she said weakly. “But Mom-” “Let your father and I talk.” She nodded at Susan, who walked back into the apartment and shut the door behind her. “I demand to know the meaning of this,” Ed began, but Helen shook her head. “Don’t, Ed. Enough lying. I know all about your little club, your depravity.” His eyes went wide. “I don’t know what you’re-” “Just save it. I’ve known for ages. And I didn’t mind, because you were discreet. Whose husband doesn’t keep secrets? You were always faithful in the ways that mattered.” She coughed weakly. “But now look at me. What do I have to show for my loyalty? You’ve brought down more than just yourself–you’ve brought down the both of us.” She looked at him with disgust. “I won’t let you bring any more shame to this family.” “Now, listen here-” “Unless you want me to spill your secrets to the whole floor, you’ll leave. I’ll arrange for your things to be sent wherever you like. Maybe to that little apartment across town you think I don’t know about.” She opened the door and looked back at him, her face full of disdain. “Goodbye, Ed.” She shut the door behind her. He had half his mind made up to bang on the door and demand to be let in when he heard the sound of a door opening down the hall. His next-door neighbor was leaning out of his doorway, staring at him with a raised eyebrow. “Everything alright, Ed?” He took a deep breath. “It’s fine, Hank.” “You sure? We heard yelling-” “Why don’t you mind your own goddamn business and let me mind mine!” He strode back over to the elevator and hit the button for the parking garage. When Dylan opened the door, he had a confused smile on his face. “Ed? What are you doing back?” He pushed past Dylan and started pacing around the apartment. “Fucking bitch. Thinks she can get rid of me. Me!” “Who? What are you talking about?” He turned and glared at Dylan. “My wife! Wants to kick me out of my own apartment. After everything I’ve done for her. Selfish cunt.” “Oh no.” Dylan put his arms around him. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s touch felt good on his body. But his blood was boiling with anger, and he wasn’t in the mood to calm down. He wanted to hurt something. “Come here, you little slut.” He grabbed Dylan’s arm and pulled him into the bedroom. “Oh!” Dylan followed him, eyes wide with fear. “On the bed. Now!” Dylan obeyed, sitting on the bed as Ed began unbuckling his belt. “I’m sorry about-” “Turn around.” Dylan got on his hands and knees, his ass pushed out to receive his punishment. Ed grabbed his shorts and ripped them down to his ankles. Dylan had put on one of the lace pairs of bikini briefs, a light blue color that made his white ass look so fucking delicious. Ed folded his belt in half, then ran it slowly across Dylan’s ass cheek. “Daddy, what- AH!” The boy squealed as Ed smacked him across the bottom with his belt. It left a red mark on his pale white skin. “Quiet, boy.” He spanked him again, using one hand to grip Dylan’s waist and hold him in place for the beating. He spanked him several more times, leaving big red marks along the boy’s ass and upper legs. At first, Dylan was whimpering, but he soon began moaning as Ed spanked him with the belt. By the time Ed had dealt a dozen blows, Dylan was thrusting his ass back to meet the belt. Ed stripped off the lace panties and crouched behind his boy. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, then thrust angrily inside Dylan’s hole. Like a good whore, Dylan didn’t complain at all. He took his punishment with nothing but enthusiastic approval. Ed rutted inside him until he came with a loud groan. By the time he came, he was in love. From then on, Ed and Dylan lived together in that little apartment. Dylan never asked about what happened with Ed’s wife that night, and Ed made no effort to explain. He couldn’t confess the real reason he had lost everything, the false accusation that threatened to tear apart what little remained of Ed’s life. If Dylan knew that there was even a chance Ed had AIDS (or HIV, as they were now starting to call it), he might abandon Ed too. Without his job and his family, Ed’s life began to revolve more and more around Dylan. He spent his days golfing or working out, too embarrassed to admit he didn’t have anything better to do. Then he’d stop at a luxury store on the way home to buy Dylan a new pair of shoes or the latest designer bag. When Dylan got the flu a month into their love affair, he found he was actually a pretty good nursemaid, bringing him cold compresses and making him chicken noodle soup. As long as he wasn’t at a hospital, he didn’t mind taking care of his boy. Through all of it, they fucked like rabbits, Ed dressing his boytoy up in thongs and garters and fucking him like they were trying for a baby. But things started to take a turn with Ed’s health around Christmas 1986. He was getting weaker and weaker, barely able to make it through one round of golf before he needed to go home and sleep. He was constantly waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, and he’d had fevers on and off as long as he could remember. His pants were starting to fit loose, too, although he attributed that to good diet and exercise. Dylan begged him to go to a doctor and get checked out, but he refused. He’d rather die than go back to a hospital. By March, he was so sick he could barely get out of bed. Then it was Dylan’s turn to play nursemaid, making him soup and using his credit cards to buy groceries and medicine. He considered calling his daughter or his wife, but he held off, still angry with them for their betrayal. Dylan was the only one who cared about him, and that was all he needed. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the doctor?” Dylan asked one day in late March. They were lying in bed together, watching TV. Ed was thin as a rail, with protruding veins and some ghastly purple bruising that wouldn’t go away. Bedsores, probably. “No doctors,” said Ed. He turned his attention to the television, which was displaying the nightly news. “The FDA has just approved the first medication used to treat AIDS,” said the news anchor. “An antiretroviral drug named AZT initially developed to treat cancer has been shown to block the virus’ activity.” With enormous effort, Ed sat up in bed. His eyes were glued to the screen. “You okay?” asked Dylan. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped himself. How could he say anything without admitting what he so desperately didn’t want to be true? “Could you go to the store for me?” he asked. “I could use another ice pack. My card-” “I know, I’ve got it,” said Dylan. He kissed Ed on the forehead before leaving. Once Ed was sure he heard the sound of the door closing, he picked up the phone and dialed. The phone felt heavier than ever in his hand as it rang. “Well. I didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon.” “Bill…” Ed’s voice was raspy. “God, you sound terrible.” “I need your help. Please.” He gripped the phone tightly. “You’re not getting back in-” “I don’t want back in. I need you to get something for me. It’s a drug called AZT. Have you heard of it?” “Yes, I’ve heard of it. Why can’t you get it yourself?” Ed looked down at his veiny, wasted body. The purple splotches covered his arms like bruises. “I can’t be seen like this. Please, you have contacts. Just have someone order it for me and deliver it to my place on the Upper West Side.” Bill sighed. “Alright, Bill. Just this once. Then I don’t want to hear from you again, are we clear?” Ed waited day and night for the drugs to arrive. He was becoming forgetful, continually asking Dylan what day it was and where he was. In his lucid moments, he remembered he needed to intercept the package before it arrived, but he was afraid he would forget he’d even ordered it. Finally, once a month had passed, he plucked up the courage to ask Dylan about it. “Dylan?” He was lying in bed while Dylan was making dinner in the kitchen. He cleared his voice and called again louder. “Dylan!” Dylan walked in, wiping his hands on a towel. “What’s up?” “Have you gotten a package from anyone?” Dylan furrowed his brow. “Are you expecting anything?” “Just some medicine.” Dylan’s eyes brightened. “Oh!” He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. “You mean this?” Ed’s eyes went wide. “Is that… how did you get that?” Dylan took out a pill and popped it into his mouth. “It’s a miracle, isn’t it? Been taking it for a few weeks now and I feel right as rain.” “But… how did you know…” “That you have AIDS?” Dylan laughed. “Come on. It wasn’t that hard to tell. I mean, look at you!” He walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. “Of course, I knew you had AIDS ages ago. Before I even met you, actually.” Ed blinked. “What… what are you talking about?” Dylan sighed. “Oh, my poor, sweet Daddy. Do you really think it was a coincidence I was there at the pier that night? Just some sad, lonely boy from Oklahoma whose parents kicked him out for being gay? I can’t believe you fell for that story, by the way. I might be a great fuck but I’m a pretty shit storyteller. Still, you ate it up.” He pulled the sheets off the bed, revealing Ed’s wasted, veiny body. He climbed on top of him and ran his hands along his chest. He leaned in close to Ed’s ear and whispered, “You know your secret sex club of high-powered people you think nobody knows about? I’m part of it, Ed.” He sat up and sighed. “Well, I was, actually. Then I decided to go freelance. See, when they burned you, they told us boys not to talk to you if you reached out to any of us. Said you had AIDS and you were persona non grata. I’d never even met you before–you were out of town the night I was the star of the show. But when I heard about you and your situation, I knew it was an opportunity waiting for the taking.” Ed’s stomach sank. He felt like he was going to be sick. But Dylan was grinding on top of him, and despite his fear and revulsion, he could feel himself getting hard. Dylan lifted his hands and spread them out like he was reading from a marquee. “Think about it: lonely old man gets kicked out of sex club because he has AIDS. Nowhere else to turn for relief. Isn’t a guy like that the easiest kind of mark you can think of?” He looked down at Ed in pity. “They were laughing at you, Ed. They saw how you went to the piers and debased yourself, desperate for sex. I knew that if I dangled myself in front of you, you would give me anything I wanted. Shoes, clothes, a place to stay, cash. It was all so easy.” Dylan grabbed Ed’s hard cock through his pajama pants. “Even now, you’re still aching for me, aren’t you?” He pulled down Ed’s pants, then shimmied off his shorts and climbed back on top of him. “Then when you got sicker you just gave me your card, which was so stupid by the way. Do you know how much shit I’ve bought on your dime?” Ed swallowed, his throat dry. “I don’t understand,” he said hoarsely. “If you knew I had AIDS, why would you-” “Have sex with you?” Dylan reached back and lined Ed’s cock up with his hole, then sank down slowly. Ed stifled a groan. “I know I should have been scared of getting AIDS, but why bother? I mean, we’re all gonna get it eventually.” Dylan was gyrating on his cock, working his dick with those damn pussy muscles. “I figured, why not bite the bullet and get it when I want to? Take control of my destiny, you know what I mean? Especially when it comes with all these delicious perks.” Dylan moaned as Ed’s cock rubbed up against his prostate. He rode him harder, his hands tightly gripping Ed’s wasted chest. “Even now, all sickly and frail, you still drive me wild.” Ed began to groan as his body betrayed him, releasing his sperm into Dylan’s deceitful hole. Dylan grinned, his eyes mocking. He slid off of Ed and pulled his shorts back on. Ed spotted the bottle of AZT on the nightstand. He lifted his hand and pointed weakly. Dylan smiled. “Would you like some? Sorry, there’s not really enough to go around.” He grabbed the bottle and held it out of Ed’s reach. “But don’t worry. I’m gonna take good care of you. Plenty of food, water, and bed rest. No medicine needed.” He walked over to the door, slipping the bottle of pills back into his pocket. Ed’s mouth was dry as he called out, “Wait.” Dylan turned. “Yes?” Ed swallowed. “H-hospital…” Dylan laughed again, cruelly this time. “Oh, now you want a hospital?” He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he smiled sweetly. “Don’t you worry, Ed. We’re gonna beat this thing the old-fashioned way!”

Where would we be able to see those videos? Sounds incredibly hot.

Part 13 Luke’s lower lip hung slacked after I face-fucked him, well he wasn’t sucking with much conviction, so I decided to feed him my cock… I was amazed on how much the presumably straight guy was so easily enrolled in gay acts by me! He must have been curious at least. Magoo had done the same with me, but at least I was gay. Unwilling and gay. For a cop representing authority in public, Luke was pretty submissive in bed. I didn’t cum yet. I was edging, slowing down when I felt too close to the point of no return. I had no reason to rush this. I had a neg guy for me to play with. My hard cock was pulsing against Luke’s tongue, and on each beat, precum leaked copiously toward his throat. He swallowed it all, and when he did his lips pursed at the tip of my cockhead, kissing it briefly before reopening his puffed lips for my cock to slide in back. I could have stay like this forever. I pulled back, straddling his crotch again. I caressed his pecs and abs, paying a lot of attention to his nipples. “Feel good?” I asked, knowing the answer already. I tighten my fingers around both tips, triggering a moan from the nice cop. “hmmm… it hurts” said Luke. Unconsciously, Luke complied to my ministration of his body. I caught them again, but pinched them harder. Luke arched is back, pushing out his pecs, offering them to my sexual/sadistic will. Under my warm ass, I was able to feel his cock getting alive again. So, I continued playing with his tits, gently loving them, dominantly torturing them. If I learned something from my first bathhouse visit is that time is meaningless. I don’t know how long we were at it, but it sure came to an unexpected surprise for both of us. “Fuck… urrgh… urrgh…” Only by the nipple-play session, he had reached an orgasm and spewed his hot load! Luke’s cock never when hard completely before his body started shaking from the impending orgasm. I felt his warm ejaculation under me, his cock snot landing right on my perineum. I shifted my body up, staging his face between my ass and balls. “Go on, lick me clean” I looked down and saw Luke shaking his head. “Come on, it’s your own cock juice. I ate your full load earlier.” I had finger-fed me all his sperm from my torso, delighted by the salty and creamy taste. “You are clean, aren’t you?” I asked. Still looking up at me, he nodded. “So, come on them, nothing to be ashamed of… all guys taste their load once in their life. There you go… see, you are just another cum-gobbler like the rest of us…” He really didn’t like me calling him a cum-gobbler. His eyes were daggers. In the end, I got him lick his own load, my balls and my ass until his face was covered by saliva and ass sweat! “It’s too bad, grandpa hasn’t returned yet” I said nonchalantly, now positioned over Luke’s thighs and lubing my cock generously. Slowly and almost mechanically, obviously down from his sexual height, Luke rose his head. “Why?” “He might have saved your ass from being fucked” My hand was at his ass before he realized what I had told him. A finger fully-deep in his straight ass, the gooey lube doing its magic. “Unngh! No…” he raised his head and let it drop back, “it’s only your finger… ah… for a second I thought you meant to fuck me… you know… with your cock.” “My finger is okay then? playing his hole. “I am good… strange feeling, but okay” he replied. “I am pushing my thumb now. How is it?” “Aah… bigger… slowly.” “Let’s try this now…” I said after few minutes of finger-stretching. We felt asleep after the fuck. It was in this cuddling position that Magoo found us, shaking my shoulder to slowly. “Hey Max, wake up…” he whispered. “Luke’s partner his looking for him. He needs to go back to his room and dressed. They are leaving.” I stretched my arm around Luke’s chest and started caressing him, “hey sexy… how are you doing… it’s time to go with your partner…” I stood up. A small puddle of cum had leaked on the mattress sheet. “Is that cum?” Magoo asked pointing at the wet spot. “Huh huh…” I replied still waking up. “You fucked him?” a mid-astonished, mid-horrified Magoo asked. “Ungh…? Yeah. We didn’t find the dominoes.” “He’s a straight cop!” “I know.” “You will have to tell me the full story later” Luke was feeling his hole. I thanked him for keeping me company. His mind was preoccupied, with reasons. Magoo and I were alone again. But the mood wasn’t there anymore. “How’s Bob?” I asked lying down on the bed again. “Fucked. Someone brought him back home. It doesn’t look good”. For a moment I saw in the old man a caring person for his friend. I felt sad. But the moment was gone! The “old” Magoo was back! “Hmmm… where were we before this brief and unfortunate interruption?” he asked, a hand sliding between my cheeks, “Oh… I see that you kept yourself lubricated… Luke’s cum?” He was pushing two fingers in my wet hole. “I’m kind of tired right now… can we…” “Nope. No more delays. No more Bob. No more “I don’t want” from you. It’s time.” He had put the poppers to my nose. I wasn’t really into it, so I fake sniffing it. “It’s time for me to collect all my efforts with you. So, turn around and suck me good because it’s the only lube your cummy ass will get. Your neg ass has defied me too many times.” It took a long time to satisfy the old man and get him hard. Although, when I felt it, it thrilled me. I buried my face in his crotch, licking the root of his cock down to his balls, smelling the manly sweat. Magoo pointed his cock at me and with one slow, tight, all-length jerk, the cock produced a drop of precum at his piss slit. “Listen carefully Max, from now on you will never waste any cum, precum and eventually piss from any men.” I lick the head clean. “It is your duty, Max.” I took over his cock and jerk it few times to get all the precum he had to offer. “Their status is not your concern anymore. Only cocks and what they gave you. Now get on the bed.” Unlike the lamb brought for the sacrifice, I knowingly and willingly laid on the bed to accept my first poz cock, and ultimately receiving a toxic load. Is my mind really made the decision? What a timid 19-year-old guy, year long sex-deprived, overwatching web porn with a bad-case of hand jerking habit can do when he found himself with 108 other naked men, all animated by a carnal desire to suck and fuck? The answer is simple: he succumbs to lust. I was fucked again like a whore in my favorite position. Déjà vu? Yes! This time it was Mr. Magoo. With his 9 ½ inches cock (how many times I told you he had an amazing cock?!), he was relentlessly pounding my hole like an Olympic marathonian. His cock was long, definitely disproportionate on a 5’ tall man. The pleasure was doubled by the average girth of his cock which allowed me to take him without much pain. “You see, and you thought you couldn’t take a poz cock up your tiny ass!” He was leaning over me, with his hand moving from my smooth chest down to my tight stomach, playing with my tiny trail of dark-blond hair which was running from my belly button to disappear in my trimmed bush. Magoo was now cock-stabbing me. I had to lift my nuts to prevent them being crushed with each short thrust. With a kind of glint in the eye (which told me that wicked Magoo was about to reoffend), he leaned further on me, putting the fuck to a halt, and kiss my lips. “Now that I got your undivided attention, I have something to confess…”

Part 11 Jesus was fucking a dude. That was the scene we walked on arriving at Magoo’s room. The door was wide-open. The two biker-like guys that I saw earlier at the sling were watching, jerking in a voyeuristic fashion, I mean jerking openly for all to see. Magoo looked disconcerted but only for few seconds. “This is what you get when you are too nice with people…” gloomed a displeased Magoo. He got in the room and I thought he would kick Jesus and his trick out. The dude was on his back, legs raised over Jesus’ shoulders at the head of the bed. The old man unceremoniously shove his dick in the bottom’s mouth causing the poor man to choke. I moved closer not wanting to stay in the corridor. And to better watch… A grinning Magoo’s face greeted me. Magoo pulled out and pushed his balls over the bottom’s chin. Because of Magoo’s short height, the dude’s head was trapped between his legs, bent against the bed side, putting an uncomfortable pressure on Magoo’s nuts which were desperately looking for more space. On the other hand, all the dude could see and smell was Magoo’s cum wet hole. Magoo started stroking to hardness his cock, causing the nuts to roll in their sack over the dude’s chin. I reached down and pry the dude’s mouth open with my fingers. Without wasting time, Magoo shifted his body and the nut sack got swallowed by the welcoming warm mouth. Magoo grab my hair in a fist and pulled me closed, like for a kiss. Instead, he spitted on my face. “Fucking hot!” one the “bikers” said. “When I am ready to fuck, you will lie down here, and I will fuck my poz babies in you. And you will thank me. Thank me for your first official poz load, thank me for sharing this special gift with you and thank me for give you a freedom you would never be man enough to ask for”, he then spitted at me two or three more times. With his other hand, he fed me the gooey spit, even spitting directly at my mouth, spreading it on my tongue. The taste had a bitter aftertaste. Then he kissed me, sliding his tongue over my teeth and gums. He stopped briefly, then sealing his lips back to mine, his tongue started foraging my mouth. “Now kiss me back and make use of that tongue! We are going to swap a lot of spit too!” said a jovial Magoo. “Open up”. His tongue went right in my mouth. His tongue was pushing a lot of saliva while his hands were pulling me into him, spreading my butt cheeks at the same time. Two bony hands from behind me started pinching and stretching my nipples roughly. I didn't know who it was, but I didn't want him to stop. I could feel his semi hard dick grinding my ass. “Yeah, get him all hot and horny”, Jesus exclaimed, now long-dicking the dude. Magoo had still his nuts worshipped and was not fully hard yet. The guy behind me was caressing my stomach for a moment, then got back on my nipples. This is not like porn, I thought. This is real and Magoo is leading the way for me to be the star of his perversion. After about ten minutes of kissing me, he broke it off. “Max, this is Bob, a good friend of mine” pointing the guy behind me. I turn around to find that Bob was the highly-toxic-skeleton-man! I was startled and would have stepped back, but there was no place to do so in the room. Bob was smiling at me. “Bend down, I need to taste that ass before it gets all wasted” pushing my head against the dude chest. With one hand, the dude on the mattress moved my head, positioning my mouth over his left nipple. As my tongue flicked over the tip, a hot tongue was knocking at my hole. Magoo kept stroking his dick and was hitting my temple, leaving slimy trails of precum and spit. Jesus sped up his fuck rhythm. Sexy Eddy was very good at rimming me, but Bob! Oh god was he amazing! The soon-to-be-dead Bob was bringing me to a new level of sensations. His tongue reached so far that at one point I had to checked. I suspected it was a finger or a small dildo. Nope! He was only using his tongue, and tongue only. “You feel it? Magoo asked. “Does is really matter if the guy is poz? Quite in Bob’s case, I am not sure “poz” is the right term to qualify his status anymore. But for having been at your place before, I bet you like it very much” Magoo said to me, then speaking to Bob, “wet that hole, make him crave for something more, for cock, for MY cock…!” It was soon over. Bob let go my ass and stood up. I did the same. Bob spun me around and look at me. He dropped the towel revealing a fairly average cock while pushing down on my knees. Bob was sick, and his cock showed it too. “Now, Max”, said Magoo, “suck my friend good” “Before”, added Bob, “lick my cock and balls all over.” I raised my head to Magoo: “Don’t make me do him. I just can’t do it.” “I’m not making you do anything, Max. You will open your mouth, willingly, and your going to take his cock in your mouth giving him a nice tongue bath, lavishing his hard bone, licking the stalk under his foreskin, licking every veins, every sores of his cock, making him feel appreciated. What’s the big fuss? You’ve already had my cock in your mouth for almost half an hour. You’ve tasted my precum and gobbled it like a hungry whore. Was it that bad that you don’t want to do it again?” I knew what to do. I started with his nuts. A big cheer came from everyone, including the dude guy who returned at Magoo’s cock, this time sucking him. I sucked on the nuts, popping them in my mouth, savouring them in a swirled-motion with my tongue, and then popped them out of my mouth. I was on my knees for quite some time. Bob took the cockhead and smeared it over my inflamed lips. I opened my mouth so willingly that even Magoo wasn’t able to retain a laugh. Bob slapped my nose with his hardon. He pushed his head into my mouth and my lips closed around it. I used to be a prude cocksucker, snubbing guys because they were poz. Now I was a full cocksucker and would accept any cock. If Magoo had a checklist on my puritan barriers that would be tear down, he could surely check this one off as well. I ran my tongue over the piss slit, there was no precum, but the cock had a strong taste – another ass probably. The cock was at my throat, it wasn’t long and big enough to make me gag, so Bob humped me again. I had all his cock in my mouth, no feat here, but for me, like any other guys I presumed with average and smaller dicks, I appreciated to be sucked regardless of my size. Bob never asked or forced me to make him cum. “I don’t want to cum now”, he told me wrapping his towel back over his hardon. “The night is still young and there is a nice ass I want to tap later” The two “bikers” left. Hugo popped his head and stood there smiling. My attention was drawn by the dude who started to repeat “oh fuck, fuck” on every second thrust in his tender tight ass. Jesus was growling a litany of obscene words. He was about to shoot his load. He suddenly raised his voice. “Here it comes bitch… Take that load, you fucking slut… Aaarrgg… take my toxic load… I’m cumming…” Jesus continued his thrusting in shallow strokes before collapsing on the dude. Both were breathing hard. The dude wrapped his legs around Jesus’ body and pulled him in, keeping him inside his cum-soaked ass. As if on cue, sexy Eddy showed up a moment later and dragged an exhausted Jesus out of the room. “Lets go fucker, you can rest while I work your ass over!” as Eddy left, turned over looking at me, “we still have few things unsettled, you and me, I hope to see you soon.” Magoo cleared his throat. The dude look at us, realizing where he was. He was a good-looking man, mid-fifty, probably divorced, a dad for sure and not totally out of shape. I enjoyed [banned word] on his body and Magoo laughed at me. “You owe to find yourself a good daddy for you to care” he said amused by my [banned word]. “I wouldn’t mind being his “brother” and you my grandpa”, Hugo mocked. “Get lost” Magoo responded playfully. “It’s almost midnight. I’ll do my round to make sure all his fine. See you later” Now alone, Magoo shut the door closed and checked the lock. He raised himself on the tip of his toes and kissed me affectionately on my lips at first which turned into a full-loving French-kissed. Nothing like the sloppy spit-sharing kiss from earlier. “I know you are afraid, but trust me, you need to do this now or you will have regrets for the rest of your life. If you don’t, I will regret it. I will always remind this night where I failed to be a trusted guide for a young man in needs. I will take my time with you and you will do the same. Sense it all like it would never happen again. Feel, smell, look, taste and touch altogether your new freedom.” We shared the small bed, discovering our bodies like it was the first time. Initiating a sexual desire for each other. Magoo was licking my armpit. I was reveling on the strange sensation while one of his hand was massaging my hole. Long gone was the moment when I accepted Magoo’s request to come to the bathhouse with him (it was earlier the same morning day…), gone was the moment when Magoo offered me his cock to suck, gone was the moment when Magoo had briefly slipped his poz cock in me. All gone, were the fears and the doubts. Magoo had now lower his head to my chest, kissing and licking every inch of it, spending a lot of time on my erected nipples. His fingers were probing my hole more aggressively, inserting a first knuckle, flexing my asslips. He had used his sticky lube again, making my ass hungry. He was preparing me for the first real fuck of my free life, he told me earlier. He handed me the poppers, not decided to use them or not. Magoo was ready to fuck me with his poz cock and I ran out of objections. Nothing would deter Magoo from his goal now except a firm knocked on the door. “Grandpa! Come. It’s your friend Bob! He fainted while he was at the sauna. I think it's serious!”

4. Greg The morning classes dragged on and on. Between Clint's hole and Doug's ass, I couldn't get butt out of my head. Even though I had bred Clint this morning, my dick was still throbbing. It needed another release. I was powerless against its demands; I was merely the vessel to help it reach its goal. But, my last class ended a few minutes early. "On my way," I texted Doug. When I stepped into the car, I still hadn't heard back from Doug. But I wasn't too surprised. He had sent me a text an hour earlier. "Fucked good. Sleepy." I assumed he had fallen asleep, the pool of cum kept warm in his body. The traffic was light, and I was at the marina within twenty minutes. In addition to his credit card for Uber, Doug had also given me the gate code. As the car pulled away, I paused for a moment to take a hit from the joint I had rolled that morning. I coughed a bit, and decided that was a good sign. I took another hit, then opened the gate and walked to his boat. I did one last hit before I stepped on board. I could see a shape in the front, curled up on the bed. My dick twitched; that was the hole I wanted to breed this afternoon. I stepped into the galley, and got rid of my shoes, backpack, shirt, and shorts. In the afternoon sun, my tattoo was bright red, almost glowing, an advertisement for the virus I carried in my blood. Right below the biohazard, my dick was swollen and straining against the fabric of my underwear. I stepped forward, into the front, and saw Doug curled up on the bed. Just from the position of his body, it was clear that he was sick. It was just as clear it was my sickness. Just a few short weeks ago, I had been in Doug's place, feverish with chills and sweats as the virus kicked my body into submission. Now, it was Doug's turn to feel the deathly torture of my gift. My dick was throbbing. I stuck my hand into the underwear, and started to stroke it. When I had been sick, Nathan and Jason had comforted me with regular, repeated raw poundings. Now it was my turn to pay it forward. It was my turn to kick Doug while he was down, and inject more of my deadly semen into his body. As I was standing there, staring at Doug, he stirred, stretched and stared at me. "How are you feeling," I asked. I didn't try to hide that I was jacking off. I ran my free hand over my tattoo, knowing that each load I injected into my men brought me closer that much closer to the first sharp spike on my barbed wire tattoo. "Like shit," he said. I’m proud that I'm jerking myself harder when he says this. This is my fault. My responsibility. My power. This hot man has been felled, in the very prime of his life, and it's all thanks to the power residing in my cock. "How much was the taxi?" Doug asked. Even in his fever, his fathering instincts were there. "You remember? You gave me your card for Uber." "Oh yeah. Not thinking very clearly right now." He wiped his forehead. "Some fever as well." "I can see," I said. I was still stroking my dick. Every little revelation from Doug was only turning me on more. The destruction wasn't just physical. It was now mental as well. "You think this is it?" Doug asked. "Yeah," I said. "I do." "Fuck," Doug said. He was shaking his head, but I could also see his dick starting to tent the sheet. "You're turned on by this, aren't you?" he smiled. "You're fucking hot there, boy.” "Yeah," I said. "I am." I reached down and pulled my dick out from my underwear. My full eight inches sprung free. I wasn't quite hard, but definitely not soft either. "Us fucking got you sick. My cock did this to you. My seed made you sick." "God, that's hot," Doug grunted. He pushed the sheets aside. Underneath, he was naked; his muscles glistening with a cold sweat. His cock was just as hard as mine. He ran his hand over his chest. "Look at what you've done to me, boy," he said. He was just as muscled as ever, but it seemed like the sudden illness had taken a toll on him. His cheeks were hollow. His body looked almost gaunt. "Look at it," he repeated, as he began playing with his hard dick. "Fuck," I grunted, as I climbed up on the bed. The roof was low enough that I could brace myself against it. "Look at what you've done to me," I said, thrusting my erect cock towards his warm hole. "Fuck me, boy," Doug grunted. "Fuck your load into me." He spread his legs so I was kneeling between them. I grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. "Goddamn," I said. My cock was throbbing now, eager to get back into Doug's hole. I wanted to pound Doug into submission, vanquish any hope of defense from his hole, and then finally, anoint it with one more toxic load from my manhood. I lined up my dick with his hole. "Ready?" I asked. Before I could even finish the word, Doug relaxed, and my cock slid into Doug's ass. "Fuck," I moaned. "Hot." I slid further into Doug. "Wet," I continued. "Yeah. Not my first load today." I collapsed on top of Doug. His skin was burning up. "Fever?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, smiling. I leaned in, and our lips met. "Feels good on your dick, doesn't in." "Amazing." "That's what Shawn said. Fuck-fever," he called it. "That's what Nathan calls it as well," I said. "Says it's best when it's your seed doing the damage." "How does it feel?" I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Doug shifted his position, and allowed another inch of my dick to impale him. His ass was burning with his fever, engulfing my entire shaft with warmth and welcome. "Like heaven," I finally said. "It's yours," Doug said. "Yours to use." I slammed back dick all the way in. Doug gasped, but smiled. "And abuse," I said. Doug's eyes brightened. He knew this game. "And seed," he continued. "And breed," I replied. "And knock up," he said. Another hard slam of cock into him. "And infect." He moaned. It was a deep, guttural moan, but not in any language spoken on the street. This was the language of men, the language of the bathhouse and the battlefield. Even as young and as naive as I was, I knew what the moan said. He repeated the moan. It was easy to understand, once you had been there. It meant, "Infect me with your poz cum," but that only hinted at the depths of hunger and desire that moan represented. "I want to poz you up, Doug," I said. "I want to be your infector." "I want your deadly seed, boy," Doug said. "Fuck me up." "God. Your ass. Fucking perfect." My cock was sliding up and down a perfectly greased chute. "Don't even need lube." "There's a giant load from the rent-boy up there." "Fuck. For real?" I asked. But I knew he was right. Cum was a great lube, and poz cum was even better. As my dick slid in and out of Doug, I noticed the warmth that the cum contributed to the fuck, and how my dick hardened in response. The virus that Shawn left behind was bringing out the very best of my virus. "Hell yeah. Was he poz?" I really didn't need to ask the question. With Nathan and Jason teaching me, it was easy to distinguish poz sperm from neg sperm. "Of course. He told me he wasn't on meds." "Like me," I said. My cock buried deep inside of Doug, rock-hard and dripping my deadly pre-cum. I could feel the power radiating out of my dick, feel how it was changing the men I gave it to. Doug was already sick, and hopefully Clint wouldn't be that far behind. Nathan had said sometimes, it doesn't take hold immediately. What seemed to work, in the long run, was just repeated, diverse exposure. "Feels so good, another infected man's sperm inside of you." "Rubbing up against your thick poz cock," Doug grunted. "And my raw hole." He closed his eyes, and ran his hands over his body. For a moment, I was watching Clint from the weekend, when he had let the drugs take over and possess him. It was hot, seeing that same loss of control in Doug. He would be even more intense when he was high. We had smoked pot together. A lot. We loved the endless easy sex that we enjoyed when we were stoned. But after my introduction the past weekend, I now had a new favorite drug. I wanted to see Doug smoke the pipe, watch his eyes glaze over, and to find out his true nature. Hungry muscle bottom? Or a hung daddy top? Although he had fucked Clint many times, it was going to be so much hotter when Doug his own strain of the virus to pound into him. I was a pure-bred, the child of two men. Doug was rapidly turning into a poz mutt. "How many men is it now?" I asked him. He wrapped his hands around me, and pulled me closer. This was not the first time we had talked about such matters. It hadn't taken Doug long to figure out that it got me hard. "Pozdads? Or just cum donors?" "Both." "The rent boy makes maybe 16 cum donors. Still just five poz daddies." "Fucking nasty hole," I grunted, sliding my cock along the length of Doug's hole. It had become agonizingly familiar, as my cock grew accustomed to Doug's needs even as he adjusted to my basest desires. "Gonna fucking coat it with my toxic jizz." "Come on," Doug grunted. "Shoot your load up my hole." "Fucking blast your guts," I replied. He was a fucking hot man; older, yet still muscular, with a thick patch of fur over his chest and stomach. I wanted to get him high. I wanted to watch his dominant daddy dick wrestle for dominance with his hungry bottom hole. Although I was enjoying fucking his hole, I remembered how good his cock had felt inside me. My dick was throbbing, and I suddenly realized I was much closer to cumming than I had planned. "Fuck," I grunted. "I'm gonna cum." "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted. "Give me your load." "Oh, fuck Daddy," I moaned. My dick was taking over, and it would not be denied its pleasures. "I'm cumming in you Daddy. I'm shooting my poz load in your raw hole, Daddy." I gasped, and the first jet of cum shot out of my dick deep into Doug's hole. "I'm cumming, Daddy." I yelped as another spurt of cum shot into Doug. "Give it to me, boy." His voice was a mixture of hunger, care and power. It was unmistakably male, a man who was confident in his own masculinity and sexuality that he could ask another man to fuck him. "Fill me up with your cum." Another spurt of toxic spooge shot from my dick into his gut, and it was my turn to grunt. "Hot poz cum in your hole, Daddy." The pot had helped relax me and release my inhibitions. It felt good to be calling Doug "Daddy." It felt good to be shooting my hot, fresh, poz load into him. "Your boy is infecting you." It felt good to be talking so openly of our dark desires and actions. "Fucking breeding me boy. Give me that dirty cum." "Oh fuck Daddy. Cumming in you," I grunted. The orgasm had an intensity, that was unexpected for such an easy, unremarkable fuck. But, I had developed a familiarity with Doug where because the physical intimacy was so easy we could explore the deeper recesses of our raw, emotional sexuality. This was one of those encounters where the thoughts, the words and the emotions were far more important than the basic fucking. "Fucking pozzing you up," I gasped. I wondered for a moment how the crystal I had smoked over the weekend was still affecting me. It would be one more amazing feeling that I could chalk up to crystal. I wanted to fuck Clint tonight, feel that special crystal connection between us again. I wanted to party again. It was the last thrust of the orgasm. My balls signaled that they were empty, and my dickhead had the intense sensitivity of post-orgasmic bliss. "In me," Doug said. "You came in me, boy." "I know," I said. The way Doug called me "Boy" was just one more warm ember in the pleasant afterglow of sex. I relaxed, and found that my dick slid deeper into Doug. I let it stay there as my body pressed against Doug's sweaty body. "I came in you. My thick, hard poz cock shot a load of virus and sperm and spooge in your raw hole." "Good boy," he said, and started to kiss me. I let him; the way he had called me a good boy made it impossible for me to deny him anything. Nor did I want to deny him anything. He had been generous and vulnerable with his sweet hole, and I wanted his angry, mongrel breed of the virus for the future. I lost track of how long we kissed. "You came in me boy," Doug repeated. This time it was a bit more coherent. "Second load today," he said. "You said that. Rent boy, huh? Poz too." My dick was still deep in Doug's hole, soaking in the warmth of two different men's poz cum. The dirtiness of the situation was arousing. "Yeah," Doug said. "Big cock. Big load." He closed his eyes at the memory. "You gonna see him again? Add him to you poz daddy list?" "Maybe," Doug said. "Although. There was one thing." The tone wasn't distaste. There was even a hint of interest. "Yeah?" I asked. "He, well, he partied a bit at the beginning." "Partied?" I asked, trying not to betray too much interest. I hoped he hadn't noticed the way my dick twitched. "Yeah, you know. He smoked some crystal." "And?" I asked. "I didn't do any. Just some pot. But it was still so intense." Between us, his dick dribbled a bit. "And you? You said you were going to tell me about your weekend?" I smiled. "Well. You know that Nathan and Jason party, don't you?" He smiled, an evil, wily grin. It was the grin that knew exactly how this story was going to end. "Yeah," he said. "They've mentioned it." "Well. This was the weekend when they introduced Clint and me to the party." "And?" he asked, eyes arched. "How was it?" "Amazing," I said. It had been simply amazing. I barely had words to describe the feelings. Everything was just more intense and more connected. Time sped up and slowed down; an hour of cocksucking felt like a few minutes, and an instant in an orgasm lasted for weeks. "No regrets," I said. I paused for a moment. Doug knew me well enough to not interrupt. I remembered how Clint had looked, spit-roast between Vic and Nathan. I remembered how his ass had felt, milking my cock. I remembered how Nathan had felt inside of me, re-infecting my hole. "I'd do it again," I finally said. "I could tell," Doug said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. My dick had gotten hard again; I blamed the crystal memories. "Oh? What gave it away?" I asked. "The way your pozcock got hard when you talked about." "That bare pozcock is still in your raw hole." "I know," Doug said and gave me a kiss. I let myself to get lost in the kiss and welcomed his tongue as it explored my mouth. It was easy to talk to Doug, but of course, we had shared some of darkest fantasies. We had even enacted some of them. Now, we had just opened another cell in the darkest reaches of our personal dungeons. I was looking forward to exploring. "I was thinking," he said, breaking off the kiss. He paused, then continued. "I was thinking tina would be fun to try one of these days." "Yeah?" I asked. "Your cock just stood up," he said. "Would you want to try it with me?" "Fuck," I moaned. I was starting to press back into Doug. "Yeah, I want to party with you." "Over the weekend. What was your favorite thing?" "How close I felt with everyone. How it wasn't just sex, but a celebration of everything that sex helped us achieve." "These drugs? Or a religious experience?" "Yeah. Both." My cock was hard and the darkest parts of my imagination were running wild. Strangely, even as I was fucking Doug, my fantasies always circled back to Doug fucking me. Nathan had gotten me high and fucked me relentlessly over the weekend. I wanted to have that same sense of release with Doug. "You want another load?" I asked. "You got it in you?" "Yeah. And it can be in you." "Promise?" Doug asked. I nodded my head. "Perfect." Doug wrapped his legs around my waist, holding me in place as he twisted back just far enough to grab the bong and lighter from behind the bed. "Wanna hit?" "Yeah," I said. Even though I had been vaping earlier, nothing compared to the real thing. "If I do a rip, I'm gonna fuck you all afternoon." "Then do three," Doug said. "Deal," I replied and lit up the weed. It was fresh and potent, so even a small hit was going to be effective. "That one doesn't count," Doug said. I did another and it was a proper rip. After that hit, the small stateroom was filled with the distinctive sweet smell of pot. "Now my turn," as he took the bong from me. He did two quick rips, before handing it back to me. I did another hit, feeling the weed begin to kick in. It was faster than I expected, but I didn't care. It was only making my dick harder. I took one last rip from the bong. I held the hit as I put away the bong, and then leaned in and kissed Doug. He inhaled, taking the hit from me and letting me breath again. "Damn," I moaned. "All I want to do is fuck you. And never stop." Doug exhaled. Even second-hand it was still a dense cloud. "All I want is your poz cock pounding its toxic cum into my raw hole." I gave him a long kiss, as my dick dripped cum into his hole. "Bug chaser," I said, finally breaking off the kiss. "Nasty, slutty bug-chaser." "Diseased gift-giver," Doug said, with barely any hesitation. "You gonna give it to me? Give me your special gift?" "If I haven't already," I said. I was getting closer to a second orgasm, and Doug was pushing all of my buttons. My dick was once more fully erect, and the pre-cum was dripping directly into his whole. "You've got so many loads up there," Doug said. I had lost track of the number of loads I had fucked into Doug's hole. "So many men fucking them into you." I pushed my dick deep into him. His ass tensed for a second, like it was too much. But he smiled and relaxed. "Slutty bug-chaser," I said. "Collecting all the bugs," Doug said. He reached under one of the pillows and produced a bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the cap. He held it under his nose, inhaling deeply, before he offered me the bottle. "Especially your bugs." I snorted from the brown bottle, feeling the warmth of the poppers re-enforce the weed. It all felt so comfortable, even as Doug and I indulged our darkest fantasies. "We both know you already have my bug," I said. "Now it's time to enlarge your collection." "When you partied. Over the weekend," Doug started. "Yeah?" I asked. "Did you get any new loads?" "Yeah," I said. "From these two guys, Vic and Sean." "Poz?" "Very. And partied a lot." "Now a some of their seed is in me. And some of their virus too." Doug reached down and ran his finger around the margin right where my dick entered his body. "And you're fucking more of it into me." "I am. Pozzing you up. Just like you asked." My head was swimming under the influence of the pot and poppers. But it was a good buzz; it connected my fantasies directly to my dick. "Getting you sick." "You know I still want it. Just like that first time." "When you begged me for it." "I always beg for it," Doug said. "I want you to fuck that poz load into me." "Hungry man," I said. "You hole is milking me." Doug did another hit from the poppers, and paused for a second. I watched his face and shoulders redden under the influence. "I need it so badly. It's insane. I'm sick as a dog. And horny as a weasel." "It's damn hot," I said. "It's how the virus starts to pervert you." "So fucking horny now," Doug said. He was moaning with each stroke of my dick. "I know. Just don't let your horn make you do stupid things." "Like?" "Getting fucked raw by an HIV-positive man?" "That's a really good thing to do, boy, don't you think? Let him have the pleasure of cumming in my hole." "Fuck, I'm hard," I grunted. "I can feel it. Like a steel rod in my gut." He pulled me in and we kissed again. "Dripping toxic sperm into my hole." "You're taking it all," I said. "Last of my cum. The dregs of my balls." "The dirtiest ball-scum you have." "Dirtiest, nastiest, foulest pozjuice I can make." "Deep in my guts," Doug said. "You know," he started. He paused for a mere second. "We should figure out a good time to party together." My dick twitched, and Doug smiled. It was impossible for me to hide my excitement. I told him the truth. "Clint and I were thinking about this weekend. Want to join us?" "Yeah!" Doug said, grabbing my ass. Then he suddenly stopped. "Damn. I forgot. Max was going to come over." "Well. Do you know if Max, uh, partakes?" "Oh yeah. Of course he does." "I'm sure if Max gives Clint one of his loads, we'll all leave the party quite happy." "I think that can be arranged. Max has a thing for innocent young things." I thought about Clint and innocence. About the afternoons he spent at the gym, and the men he serviced in the locker rooms. The evenings at the library, and the men he let fuck him in the study carrels. The nights at the clubs and baths, and the men who bred him. "He's hardly innocent," I said. "I don't think that's going to bother Max much." "Fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into Doug. "Sounds like a plan." "Well," Doug said. "Just. Can you find the supplies?" "Don't worry. Nathan introduced me to a source." Nathan had also mentioned that Leo was HIV-positive. But, Leo didn't take his meds regularly, and his virus was now resistant to a number of the drugs. I wondered if Leo's spooge would be good for Clint. "That's awesome. I'm excited," he said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, into Doug's body. "A bit nervous too." "Nervous? About partying?" Doug nodded. "It's cool," I said. "I was too. Worried it would be awful and scared that it would be amazing." "And now?" Doug asked me. "Scared that with you, it'll be even better." "Breed me, boy," he said. His voice had the fierce urgency of primal need, and my dick dribbled a bit in pleasure. "Fill me with your charged up cum." "You want my poz party spooge?" I asked. "Party me up, popper me up and poz me up," Doug grunted. "You know I can take it, boy." He reached down and grabbed the bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the top, and inhaled deeply. After taking a second hit, he looked up at me. His eyes were wide with lust and hunger. "Fucking breed me boy." I took the poppers from Doug and held them under my nose. The soft chemical scent filled my nose, and the familiar rush began a few seconds later. "Gonna poz you up Daddy," I grunted. I quickly screwed the cap on, before the rush became too intense. "Give you the disease I had fucked into me." "Fuck me with that big boy poz cock," Doug grunted, clenching his ass tightly around my dick. The two loads already up there made sure my cock was well-lubricated, so his tightening ass was only pleasure to me. "Make your Daddy proud of you boy. Fuck that virus into me, boy." "Please Daddy," I grunted. The poppers had collided with the weed, and pushed my brain into a dirty place. "Let your poz boy cum in your hole. Let me infect you, Daddy." My dick was throbbing. "Be a good boy," Doug urged me. "Be a good boy and cum in your Dad's ass. Cum for me boy," he said. "Cum for me." "Oh fuck, Daddy," I grunted. "I'm so fucking close. I want to cum in your hole, Daddy. Please?" "Yeah boy," Doug said. "Come on and breed me. Fuck that poz load into me." "Oh GOD," I yelped, as my dick spasmed and spat out a fresh geyser of poz cum. "FUCK," I continued, as my dick did another victory spurt. "I'm cumming in you," I grunted as more cum shot into Doug's guts. "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted, an order he was clearly enjoying giving me. "Give me your poz cum," he continued. "Fucking poz cum," I continued, punctuating it with another shot of aforementioned deadly liquid. "Another poz load for the bug chasing Daddy." "Gift-giving boy," Doug said. He grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "Slutty hole is filled with my cum, Daddy," I said, as the last few drops of cum dripped out of my dick. "Feels fucking amazing," Doug said. "You had a big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. My cock pulsed, but I could feel only a drop or two come out. "All I want from you, boy." Even in the heat of orgasm, I felt a bit self-conscious calling him Daddy. But in the warm afterglow of orgasm, Doug calling me boy made me feel safe. I kissed him slowly, enjoying the feeling of my shrinking cock rubbing up against his tender ass, working the accumulated loads into his body, and eventually, into his very DNA. "Come here, boy," Doug continued, pulling me a bit closer against his hot, sweaty body. "I want to give it to you," I murmured to Doug, as he stroked my back, working his way down towards my ass. I closed my eyes, and savored the sensations enveloping me. "I want to party with you." "I want to do that too, boy," Doug said, working his hand over my ass. He pressed a finger between my crack. He found my asshole immediately, and started to gently tease it. "And I want to give you my strain." "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed your boy. Given him your sick cum." "You serious? Doug asked. I hadn't expected to get fucked by Doug this afternoon. But his finger pressed against my hole, and I squirmed with pleasure. "Yeah," I said. "Totally serious." I grabbed the bong and the lighter, and sparked up. The water was the color of a light tea and was a testament to the power of the bud. I inhaled, filling my lungs. Still on top of Doug, I adjusted my position so I was straddling him. His dick was hard, and it quickly found my crack. I pressed my lips against Doug's and exhaled. My lungs empty, I felt his dick press up against my hole. He had gotten fucked over the weekend, fucked by men I hadn't yet met. I wanted him to re-charge my hole. I wanted to get a fresh strain, primed for infecting so many other men. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard."

Had a great Pride Day! Fucked a couple of guys, hopefully POZZING some Ass. But the best came last. I met this cute guy; and, after a brief chat on the street, invited him over. Of course, he didn’t know that I only FUCK RAW, but he soon found that out. We went to my place and made out. I had him writhing and moaning as I tweaked his Nips and fingered his Cunt. I think he knew he was going to get fucked—and get fucked hard. He made a move for the bedroom and stripped, not that there was much to take off. He was dressed only in hot pants and sneakers because he’d been in the Parade. The little Slut knew how to make my Dick throb. He gave me a private dance as he pealed away the little clothing he wore. He begged me to stick my big Dick up his Pussy. I had him lie on his back and kissed him—to make him forget about Condoms. I tongued his Ass as I played with my Cock. I teased his Mancunt with my Dickhead. He raised his Butt like a good little Slut, and wrapped his legs about me. I grabbed some Baby Oil and slathered my Dick. Before he could say Jack Rabbit, I plowed into his Pussy. He froze and let out a yelp, but I continued to plunge into him, and watched his face scrunch up in pain as his Hole came to grips with the girth of my Pole. He winced and moaned louder as I sank inch after inch of my POZ Shaft into his Boypussy. He started to whimper, telling me how full my Dick made him feel and how much it hurt. I don't think he'd ever had One as big or as thick or as deadly. He begged me to stop, but I continued to pound him. Soon, I was able to pull out to my Dickhead—then ram all the way back in. I drilled his Ass, transforming it into a wet, sloppy Mancunt, as I edged closer and closer to spurting POZ Jism up his Innards. I fucked him till he complained of leg cramps. Without pulling out, I flipped him over and pounded away at his sweet, well-worn Hole—then flattened him on his stomach and screwed him some more. I had to slow down because my Nuts were about to boil over, so I buried my Dick to my Pubes and held still within him to give my Balls a chance to cool down. My POZ Precum mixed with his slimy Ass Juices, to lube his Ass Walls. The little Queer grew impatient, gyrating his hips, begging for IT. I slid my arms under his shoulders and tweaked his Nips. His Ass muscles relaxed; and he arched his Butt, squealing, "DEEPER! HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" The Slut had no shame, and I felt only disdain for the Cunt. I whispered sweet nothings in his ear, calling him "White Pussy Trash” and told him “how I intended to use him for my pleasure and my perverted desires.” (About the latter, I did not elaborate.) I guess I pushed the right buttons, cause he shot all over himself. I fucked him for another 10 minutes, spewing out venomous garbage about “what a worthless piece of Shit” he was, prepping his Cunt for my Secret Agenda, when, to my amazement, the Bitch came again! I was excited as Hell and felt my Balls tingle. It was time to give the BoySlut what he deserved. I pulled all the way out and plunged back in. I shot a huge Poison Load up his Mancunt. "TAKE MY SICK CUM, MOTHERFUCKER. I’M KNOCKIN’ YOU UP!" I lay atop him, pressing him into the mattress, giving the Venom a chance to absorb. At last I released him, kissed him all over, while I lovingly dug my sharp nail into his sore, puffy Mancunt. I grabbed his briefs and wiped off my Dick , leaving smears of Shit, Cum, Blood and Ass Juices on them—something he could take home to Mama, who’d ask, “Honey, what are these stains?” The Punk said I was his hottest Fuck ever—and he didn’t know HOW RIGHT he was.