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My ex texted me: Happy Birthday! We haven't talked in a while. How is your special day? Going pretty good. But you know I don't go all out for my birthdays. Not really sure how to celebrate. So glad you remembered. Thanks! We should get together soon and catch up. Yes we should. I would like that. Fast forward just over a week to the next Thursday…..And another text from my ex. So, were you serious about wanting to get together? Yes I am. What do you have in mind? So we made plans to meet for dinner. And the drinks flowed. I was feeling good and buzzed. And I am sure he was too. Since he lives about an hour away, I didn't want him to drive. And since the bedroom was definitely NOT the reason we broke up, I offered to let him stay over so he wouldn't drive drunk. Once we got to my place, we started kissing. And one thing lead to another, we wound up in bed. Naked of course. He is on top of me and pulls back to look me intently. He says: I frequently have this fantasy where I hold you down and rape you. I am taken aback by how blunt he is, but I think it's hot. I say: Well, I would need 2 things. One, I would want to fight back so it feels real. And two, you can't stop and ask if everything is ok. He smiles. Me: And I would like it if you were extremely verbal and rough. Even if I get hurt. It will be just more to remember it by tomorrow. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I get out a tiny scream before he covers my mouth with his and pushes his tongue inside. I guess it's on! We had more rough, hot, kinky sex that night than all of the kinky sex we had over our 5 year relationship combined. He called me names. Horrible names. Forced himself on me, and inside me. He dragged me to the shower and pissed on me before taking me back to the bed, still dripping. Floors, sheets, and bed be damned. I didn't care at all. I was horny and he was pushing every button I had. Some I didn't even know I had. And then the breeding - talk and action - began. He told me he was going to breed me, knock me up, get me pregnant, give me his babies. I was loving it. I knew he was poz but undetectable. Even so, the verbal onslaught was hot. I don't know how, but it was over an hour later when he said he was going cum. He was pounding my hole. It hurt. But it was all I wanted and asked for. And so much more. He literally roared: I'm cumming! I was certain my neighbors would hear that. And when he pushed in that last time balls deep, I screamed too. I knew I would be getting looks from my neighbors. But who cares! I could feel him swelling and then shoot shot after shot of cum deep in my ass. His cum convulsions were much more intense than anything I had experienced with him in the past. And I laid there and took it all in. The pain, the pleasure, the sweat. And most of all, his load. When he finally finished cumming, he pulled out and laid beside me. We were both breathing heavy. It took a few minutes to calm out breathing and heart rates. He finally broke the silence and said: I have a confession to make. I recently changed insurance and they are making me jump through hoops to get my meds. I ran out over 3 weeks ago. Good thing you are on PrEP. Me: Well, I have a confession of my own. I had to stop PrEP for a few weeks for some other lab tests. As we lay there mulling over our confessions, I noticed I was rock hard and turned on. I reached over to feel his dick and he was hard too. His dick was literally pulsing with his heartbeat. I sat up on my knees and straddled him. I reached back and lined up his dick with my hole and sat down. Me: Let's make sure I get pregnant with your poz babies. Another round of hot, kinky, and poz focused sex kept us up for another 2 hours. I had never known him to cum so many times in a single session. I was overflowing with his cum. Every time he came, my hole got slicker. And every thrust splashed cum everywhere. About 3 weeks later, I felt like I got hit with a truck. The fever, chills, aches all came together to tell me that I was definitely converting. He came over and actually convinced me to have sex again. I would have never thought that fuck-flu sex would be anything I would want. But it was hot. And he shot 2 loads in my ass. I couldn't get enough. Couple of weeks later, I arranged for him to go with me to get tested. We waited in the clinic for the test results. And then we were called back into a room for my results. Of course, I was poz. After the nurse told me the results and we talked a little while, he left us alone in the room to gather my thoughts. As he was leaving, he said: Take as long as you want. As soon as the door clicked closed, I kissed my ex and put his hand on my crotch. He could feel the hard on through my pants. In almost an instant, our pants were around our knees and I was getting fucked - bare of course - right there in the exam room in the clinic. Mid fuck, the door opened and in walked the nurse. He smiled and said: KY is in that drawer, but here is some better lube. He handed my ex the bottle of lube and then reached over and locked the door. He pulled down his pants, exposing his rather large dick dripping with precum. He said: I.could tell by your expressions that you were turned on by your results. I was hoping to join in. I am poz, no meds. My ex pulled out of me and turned my ass towards the nurse. Then said: I am sure he would love your load too. I lost count how many loads I took at the STI clinic. But when they were done, I pulled up my pants and immediately felt them get wet from cum leaking out. I walked out of the clinic with a bulge in front and a wet spot in back. And a smile on my face. As we passed the nurse in the lobby, he said: See you next week for your follow-up. He clearly planned on fucking me again. And I planned on letting him.

Part 2 My other friends leave in other cities... Since my bestie is out of town, Dad was the only person left in town I could reach out to. A few words about Andrews, my dad : he is quite the ladies would dream about I expect, tall, athletic, smart... well ladies actually men as he is openly gay... I never knew my mom. she left him, and me along, when she found him with another man in bed a few days after I was born... and he was always supportive, during childhood and college, helping me to do the right choices...not influencing me but rather asking the right questions about my feelings, what I wanted to do for a living later... So kind of good. Though, I am not fully at ease while talking about sex with him... I always felt awkward about it... I arrive in front of his house, and as told, just enter and I yell ""Dad, I am in"... As I say this, I see him coming out of the corridor leading the night part, with just a towel around the waist, still not fully dry from the shower: - "Hey Son! sorry I lost the track of time with a twink that stayed overnight, so I am just out of the shower" he bluntly said. - "Well, no worries, I hope I am not intruding". - "No, I kicked him out 10 minutes ago, well settle in the guest room, while I get dressed and then we can talk about what you want to do while you are here" I just nodded as approval and disappeared from the entrance and just drop my suitcase in the guest room and just crashed on the bed... And it all came down to me a once and started to cry in the pillow... "Hey Jay, what happened", Dad said as appearing in the door frame. Unable to speak for now, I turn my back to him... "Okay... I leave you alone here, I am in the kitchen preparing lunch when you want. No pressure" Even in these situation, he seems understandable and empathic... I try to get my shit together. As I look at the alarm clock, it is now almost noon... Time flies I guess. I hear some metal noises coming from the kitchen, and smells. I get out of the room, eyes still red, and get to the kitchen : "How may I help ?" I asked my father. "Please, set the table, then you open that bottle of wine and serve two glasses of wine. That should be ready in a minute". I execute silently what I am being told and just sit on the chair waiting for the food, when he comes with it : "here we go, some simple pasta with red pesto." He serves me and him and asked "So do you want to talk about it?" "That tastes good Dad". I replied... ignoring the question... I am not ready I expect... I empty my wine in one go. "This also tastes good by the way!" "Well sure it does, but easy on it... well ..." he paused "you can stay as long as you want, you know, you are always welcome here, and when you are ready to share with me your burden, know that I will be here!" "Thanks dad... but right know, I think I just need to enjoy the meal and get some rest... I am a bit jetlag from my business trip... and other stuff" "Alright... as you wish. I will moan the lawn and then get a swim I think..." Alright. as I finished my plate I got up and went to sleep... In the afternoon, I heard the mower while resting.... then some splashes... well swimming that could be relaxing with what happened... But I not have my swimsuits... As I go out in the garden, I see my dad swimming. "Hey Dad, can I borrow one of your swimsuit, I have none with me ?" "Sure you can, or you do like me and just swim naked" and then I realize that he was indeed fully naked... It has been a long time I think... Last time was a furtive moment between the bathroom and his bed room... "Come on don't be shy!" I started to strip shyly "Alright"and hiding my scrotch behind my hands, I get into the water.. "God that feels good. I think that is what I needed". "Is that so ? "he asked with a intriguing smile on his face "Yes... you have no idea what happened..." I replied seriously "Well I might have an idea according to what you said so far and your attitude, but please enlighten me" he said encouragingly. "Well I discovered Maria was cheating on me" I said looking down... expecting some answer but no, just a hum hum, like he is expecting more... "I run into them this morning fucking in our bed while I wanted to surprise here by being home earlier than expected". "Oh... that explain the shock then" "not only... she kind of begged him to breed her, to knock her up, he and his fucking scorpion dick. just did." I answered angrily... "Sorpion dick you say ?" "not the part I would have catch but yes he had a scorpion tattoo on his penis"... "Alright Son, are you aware of what that means" ? "well she wants to a child with him!!" I expect "Hum, well this could be something else.... Is it a kind of scorpion like this ? " he asked as he emerged from water to have his torso outside and pointing to his chest where I noticed for the first time my Dad has tattoos. "Yes, definitely looks similar, but you are not a scorpio, Dad" "Well I am, but not astrologically speaking... I am HIV positive, and this tattoo implies that when I penetrate, my dick is like a stink" my dad said without any restraint. I am completely in disbelief, my dad announces he is HIV positive... "wait what ? and how would you know that would mean the same thing here ?" "Well, the tattoos, the words used are likely to some chasing / gifting situation, Son. As per my situation, well do not worry about. I am fine." "Fuck. fuck fuck" was all I could say. "Does that mean that Maria could also be ? and so am I then ?" "that could be a possibility, indeed. For maria, it even seems she wanted it..." "But could this be even possible to desire this ?" "Well Son, this is the mystery, but trust me a lot do and sometimes more than you think, and the closer you are to fuck with a positive person, the more likely you are to sooner or later desire to be positive as well. Trust me on that. That twink that stayed overnight is an example... he knew I was positive, that I do not use condom and that I will gift him with my seed and he came for that. Seems Maria discovered something in her desires... you could not satisfy" I stayed in disbelief with what my own father just said... Not only I learn he is HIV positive, but he seems to share it with fuck buddies... I look at him as he gets out of water and sit on the edge of the pool and I gasp... I can see a second tattoo : a biohazard one on his belly, just above his dick... and what a dick... I thought mu boss one I catch a glimpse on this morning was big.. but this one.... how can it be possible ... it is about 6 to 7 inch flacid and there is a kind of piercing on the cockhead... ... to be continued...

Chapter 20 “Oh if you don´t, we´ll just make you. And you will enjoy that. Right Jake?” said Jamal from behind me. He had stood up and I felt his presence, before he pressed his body on my backside. His chest against my back, his hard cock lying perfectly in the gap between my ass cheeks. He pressed against me and wrapped his hands around my upper body, so that I couldn´t move away. Not that I really wanted to. I was a messy… mess. And my head wasn´t working like it normally would. I had come here, wanting to show Jamal and Taron that I could take initiative, that I wasn´t just the shy boy they had gotten to know. But now I was overwhelmed again and the g didn’t make it any better. So… maybe I would have taken a step back from this mountain of a muscle stud standing just a foot away from me, grinning and lighting the pipe, sticking it in my mouth. I welcomed it, knew it would calm my nerves, make me feel good, get me ready for… whatever they had planned for tonight. I should have known that Jamal was not someone to just repeat the last time. He had brought me the border of the things I had wanted to do and had casually taken hold of my while stepping over them. Not that I complained… “Suck it some more Jakey. Show us what a good sucker you are…” Jamal whispered in my ear, when I had just stopped drawing the smoke in. I heard the grin in his voice from the joke he had made. And of course, I obeyed and took in the little bit more of smoke, that I could. Then Jamal´s hand moved up, covering my mouth, while Chase quickly used his hands to shut my nose. I instinctively struggled for a second, but Jamal´s one arm and him going down on my neck with his mouth stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew I had to… let go. And so I dutifully held the smoke. I held it for longer than I thought I could. At some point, my eyes went wide and my eyes started to beg. Chase then grinned and nodded, taking his fingers off my nose. I quickly let out the smoke, or what was left of it, and took a harsh breath in again. I immediately felt different. When people had described to me. How it felt to be “high”, I had kind of understood. But now I felt, again, how much better the singular word fit to describe this feeling. I took some more breaths, while Chase and Taron fistbumped each other over my shoulder and talked. “… make really good use of him tonight. Fuck, I´m excited for that!” “Oh yeah… Now what do you say Jakey, wanne see Chase´s cock? I mean… the part that you can’t yet fully see in those!” He pointed at Chase´s trunks, which had caught my eyes before already. They were tight, so his fat cock lay sideways and… yeah, it didn´t leave a lot to imagination. “You seem to love black cocks, isn´t that so? Now go ahead, he won´t disappoint…” And so I did. My hands quickly found their way to these trunks, feeling and squeezing along the hard cock. Here I saw a chance to finally tease a little: Instead of getting his cock out immediately, I felt along it and kind of masturbated it through the pants. When I looked up at Chase´s face, he smirked at me and then shook his head. “Nope, you will get to work. Right now!” With that he pushed me to my knees with a strength and quickness, that made them slam against the floor, making me howl for a second, but my open mouth was stuffed with his bulge in a second and he loved it. Then he pushed my head back, pushed his trunks down and slapped his cock against my face repeatedly. I barely could take a look at it, the dark skin, the glans glimmering from prejuice. But then he slammed it back into my mouth. I almost choked because he was so quick. “That´s for not doing what I tell you sweety. Maybe you learn the lesson. If not, there will be more chances to teach you.” He fucked my face, me barely being able to catch a breath, while Jamal was still standing behind me like a brick wall, so I had no choice but to give my best. After a while, Chase relented and Jamal helped me up, then threw me on the sofa, laying on my stomach. “Good job so far baby…” he purred “… and now let’s get you more in the zone! With that, I felt him spreading my ass cheeks, slowly but steadily pulling out the plug and administering a small, hard, slicked object to my hole. When I opened my mouth, Chase was there to push his cock in again. And just like that, my hole opened enough for Jamal so spray some liquid into me that I was sure would contain plenty of chems. But… well, that wasn´t actually that bad, was it? Jamal then started to finger me with some lube, while my mouth got fucked again. I was still high and after some minutes, I go even higher, my hole being warm, not just from the fingers. I responded to my urges by pressing back against the fingers, impaling myself more and then going forward, taking the cock in front of me into my throat. I was in slut heaven for a moment, just enjoying these two beautiful, kinky hunks using me and me making them feel good. But the moment ended way to quickly, when Jamal withdrew his fingers and I felt his cock on my hole. Chase withdrew and shoved poppers under my nose, which I greedily inhaled. He coached me through it. “Another! Keep it in. Longer. Exhale and the next, come on, take those fumes and make your brain fly and your hole open to that dick Jakey!” And within some more breaths, my hole gave way and I was fucked again, bare, by an enormous cock

Greg excused himself for a minute and Kevin strokes Jack's hair. Greg came back with some bottles of water and with some small brown bottles. Jack knew they were poppers, he never used them before. "Drink up, we got a long night ahead of us." Greg insisted. Jack did as he was told. He knew that he would be doing whatever these two men told him, at least, for tonight. Jack look at these two men, really looked. They were in great shape. They were more attractive then any men he had seen before. It wasn't just physical. There was something about the two that drew Jack to them. He realized that it was the HIV. His body ease longing for the gift they had. He knew that this was in response to him denying the pleasure of raw sex. He needed it, and now he was drawn to the men who could give it to him best. He knew that HIV was his future. Still looking, he noticed they both had a couple of matching tattoos. A small scorpion and a biohazard symbol. As he finished the water, Jack decided he could not wait any longer, he was begging one of them to pop his cherry and fill him. Kevin got really hard at this. He finished his water,.grabbed Jack's ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Greg grabbed a lube bottle from somewhere and put some on his finger. Jack felt it like through his asshole. He moaned in pleasure at this. It was the best feeling ever. Greg had a sharp nail and was cutting his insides. " No more than absolutely necessary. " Kevin reminded Greg. Greg removed his finger, got onto the bed with Jack. He gave him a kiss and held the poppers bottle under his nose. "Take a big hit. Jack did as told. As he hit, his mind became fuzzy and his body felt hot. He was feeling the high of the poppers when he also felt a sudden mix of pleasure and pain. Kevin had forced his dick into Jack's hole. It was not a slow and deliberate process. Nope, Kevin decided.to just fuck the boy hard. Greg felt every inch of his hard thick dick thrusting inside him. Kevin was.balls deep inside Jack. The more and more he got fucked, the more and more he was.enjoying it. Between the popper.hits, and his ass opening up and accepting what was happening, the more.he wanted. "You like that boy, you like my Poz dick fucking your little tight boy pussy. You like my corrupting and pozzing you?" "Yes" Jack.screamed. "Fill me with your poz.dick. Give me your toxic seed. Make me just like you." Kevin decided that he would give.the.boy what he wanted. "Here it comes.you little slut. Your first HIV load. I'm cumming. Jack shot his own load at the same time he felt Kevin's Poz cum deep shot deep inside his ass. Jack.was heaven. He took a hit of poppers to really enjoy the experience. Kevin was still going. "I got one more load.before I need to stop." he said. Jack didn't complain. He was enjoying the experience. Raw sex was what he longed for. When Kevin was finished, Greg took his turn and filled Jack as well. "We need to get more strains in you." Jack lost count of how many times these two filled him up. He knew that he was going to get HIV. The two did have to stop for a while to get some sleep. After a few hours, Jack awoke to find he was alone. He heard the two down the hall from the bedroom. He got up used the bathroom, and joined them in what turned out to be the kitchen. They had a big breakfast prepared for them. After last night, they needed the protein and water. They enjoyed eating the meal and talked for a bit. They asked if he was sure that he wanted their gifts. They even offered to take him.to a clinic to get treated with prep, if he wasn't already on it. He told them no. HIV was what he needed. It was what was missing from his life. Kevin and Greg were happy to hear that. They even offered to let him top them. After all, his dick was as big ad theirs and he was going to need to spread his strain around. Jack had to sadly decline. He had classes in a few hours and had to go back to the dorm to get ready. They took him back, shared a.kiss in front of the door. He said that he would be back that night. Throughout the day, everyone said that there was something different about him. He seemed bigger, more confident. He was. He even told the flyers guy that he was wrong. That he had bareback sex and it was real fucking. Over the next few days Jack was at his new friends house every night. He caught the fuck flu and they took care of him while he recovered. He got tested and confirmed hi wad now HIV Positive. They celebrated by getting Jack tattoos that matched theirs. Jack was now ready to start his own journey with his HIV.

Simon pulled out and I felt hot sperm trickle over my balls. He scooped it up with his finger and stuck it in me, then got off the bench. "All yours," he said to the old man. "See you later." He climbed the steps and disappeared. As he went, I saw the biohazard sign on his left buttock and shuddered with fear and loathing, but the old man took a snort of poppers and stuck them under my nose. I sniffed and felt the fear wash away to be replaced with luxurious sexual feeling. "Come on," he said. "Lets go and put you in the sling." He helped me off the bench, smearing the cum leaking from my hole over my bottom. We went around the screen wall into the fetid darkness. After a few moments, my questing hand felt a chain and then a leather seat. He helped me lie back into it, raised my legs and put my feet in the stirrups. I couldn't see him in the darkness. "My..my name's Ian." I said, feeling nervous and needing to make some kind of connection with him. After all, I was about to take his toxic seed. "Yeah? So what." He grunted. With that, I felt his cock probe me, the metal prince Albert cool and hard in the tip. He pushed harder and opened me up. "Oh yeah!" He gasped and then his cock slid right up inside until his belly was against my balls. " Don't...don't ...oof...care who you are. "He grunted. "Just a pig taking my poz cum...ahhh " Suddenly, I saw a flickering light and heard someone coming. A man round the screen carrying a torch and a bucket. He was one of the guys behend the counter upstairs. He flicked the light over us and said "Just cleaning up. Don't mind me. Seen it all before." I was embarrassed but the old man continued to fuck me as the guy picked up a couple of used condoms and put them in the bucket. He came over and watched us for a moment, noticing the bare cock fucking me in the light from his torch. "Sleazy fucker, eh?" He took out one of the condoms. I could see the tip was filled with yellowy cum. He pointed at the old man's cock and raised an eyebrow. The old man grinned and nodded and pulled his cock out half way. To my horror and disgust, he tipped the condom and poured the contents over the man's cock then laughed as it was shoved back into me. "Nice one!" He said, taking the bottle of poppers and making me sniff. I sagged in lust. Had I just had spunk from a dirty condom put in me? What was I doing! But I felt soooo filthy. "Open up." He said, producing the other condom. I didn't know what he meant until he turned my head, squeezed my mouth open and poured the content into it. "Ahh! ..What...ooh no! I gasped and gurgled as the cold sperm filled my mouth. More poppers and my mind gave way. I was just a pig and that was my fate. ""Swallow" He breathed and I could only do as I was told, closing my lips and swallowing as the old man grunted with pleasure and I felt his cock harden and throb as he came in me. "There you go!" Laughed the man with the torch. "Back to work!" He left and we were plunged into darkness. I Felt the cock slide out of me and the old man left without a word. I hung there in the darkness, naked, covered in cum, ashamed and yet calm. I had taken three poz loads and swallowed spunk from a condom. I felt used but the shame gave way to acceptance and I had finally become the pig I belonged.. " "I

To all, this my first story and English is not my mother tong. I hope you will enjoy it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1: So my name is Jay and until a few days ago I was engaged to Maria, a beautiful women I met at work. We got along quite well, on all topics, from life vision to work, and sex - or so I thought. I have been travelling for work for two weeks abroad. However business workshops meetings ended on the Friday morning, earlier than planned and remaining activities could be done remotely. I took this as an opportunity to surprise Maria back at our apartment with some breakfast and rose in bed, hoping to have an extended sex session - two weeks without fucking her was a log period for me. I changed my flight bookings to land early in the mornings than in the late afternoon to arrange this. I landed on time the Saturday morning at 7:00 AM, and I hurry to get my lugage. I stopped at a to buy some fresh bread and croissant at the french bakery a block away, to the flower shops on the way. By the time I made my way from the airport to the CIty Center and do my little shopping it was almost 9:00AM. As I intended to surprise her in bed, timing should be fine, as we not early birds... As I arrive in front of our door, I open the door quietly, enter quietly and closed the door as silent as possible. Our apartment is not that big, one living room, one kitchen, past the doorway and one bedroom / bathroom. I leave my luggage in the doorway and then it hits me : I hear Maria kind of squeaking and some muffled noises. I tell to myself, naughty girl, she is pleasuring herself. Well, I will lend her a hand I tell myself. I strip naked in the kitchen and get closer to our bedroom doorway. As I sneak my face with a lustful smile on my face past the door entrance, my jaw falls to the ground : she is indeed pleasuring herself but not alone... Another man is ramming her... I froze in the doorway in disbelief and I cannot get my eye of her pussy being split by what was quite a big cock... Each time it goes deeper she just moans in ecstasy keeping her eyes closed, while the man is focused on his cock plunging... I notice a weird scorpion tattoo on his cock. Then the man raised his head and sees me. A grin grows on his face, while keeping his pace, and then it hits me again : fuck this is my boss who sent me on this business trip! I start to boil inside but he then talks to Maria, his eyes locked in mine : - "You like that ? you like my man meat ?" - "hmm. yes...", she replied - "I am sure Jay is not fucking you like that, huh", he dare say while I am yet frozen and kind of mesmerized by what I see... - "no... please go on, breed me!" - "Yeah, you want me to breed you ? you want me to knock you up ?" what the fuck was he saying ?!? - "Yeah cum in me" what the fuck.... not only she cheats on me but she would like to get a child from that moron ? - " Here comes my seeds bitch! pass it to jay later!" he says, as he just grunt and unload in her, still ramming deep in her. She comes also and doing so open her eyes and sees me. But instead of being shocked and ashamed, she smiles at me... Unable to speak a word, I just go back in the kitchen, get dressed, take my luggage and just go out. I need to leave this place... Now I need a place to stay for the weekend... I cannot be in the room with her... I need to think, I need to talk... I call my best friend who lives on the opposite side of the city but he tells me he is in the country side for the weekend with a chick, and tells me we should catch up in the week and just hang up. Fuck... Desperate, I call my Dad to check if he is here and can lend me his guest room for a few days. After a few ringtones, as I was about to hang up, he answers "Hey Jay" he greets, yawning. "Hay Dad, sorry it seems I wake you up, but I need a favor" "Sure lad" "Can I crash in your guest room a few days ? I'll explain after if that is okay". "Well... I had some plans for the weekend but I will reschedule. Come over! Just enter using your spare key when you arrives, I might still be under the shower". With that he hangs up. Well, shelter found to think over what happened.

Jack was given his flyers to hand out. He was nineteen, skinny, with sandy hair and light brown eyes. He skin could be described as basic white. He really was just a dude that didn't stand out. He was gay. He never did anything wild. Only had one boyfriend and that was it. In college now, he was looking for friends, and more. It was a very small college. The only gay organization was run by a student who made everything the group did about promoting safe sex. Today, they were going to go into the local gay bars and hand out flyers. Jack was.not very comfortable doing this. He did not have a problem with the message, he only did safe stuff. However, doing all this made him nervous. He was only nineteen and was only allowed into the clubs because it was still early, around five p.m. and the club owner just wanted them to get done and leave. Jack did not talk to anyone at first. He just walked around his area, put the flyers on empty booths and tables and offered them to anyone already there. Then he met Kevin and Greg. Kevin and Greg were both having a beer after work. They were older gentlemen who were the opposite of what the flyers said they should do. When Jack offered them the flyer, Greg stopped him and asked Jack to.join them for a minute. "Why are you doing this?" Greg asked, no Palace intended, just curious for the reasons. "I believe in it." He responded. Jack suddenly felt him mouth get dry. He was struggling to find his voice. He was very attracted to these.men. There was something about them he could.not figure out. Oh, they were both great looking. Both were athletic and clearly went to the gym often. That wasn't it. There was something else. "Do you mind if we ask some personal questions?" Kevin asked. "I don't mind, I guess." Jack shyly answered. "Have you ever had sex raw?" Jack admitted that he never had. All his sexual encounters were with condoms. He admitted,why he was saying so much to these guys was beyond his understanding. He opened up about how every time he gave or received a blown job protection was worn. He said that was drilled into him since he came out as gay. The couple told.him that it was so sad about that. "My friend, they are lying to.you. We know from personal experience that raw sex is so much better. Neither oral or anal. Skin on skin is how it is meant to be. It fels.so much better.' Need told him. " Maybe, but what about HIV?" "What about it? We both have it. We have gifted it to many guys." They went on about past.experiences and how much men loved what they offered. Jack was suddenly being called to leave. Apparently, the group overstayed their welcome. Jack said goodbye. They said that they were going to be here a couple of more hours. Jack thanked them for their time. He left with the group. At the campus meeting place, everyone was talking about how annoying people were. Jack did.not feel like sharing. He made an excuse to leave.and started walking back to.his .dorm. He was unsure why at first but, he walked past.his dorm and off campus. He wandered a bit until he found himself in front of the club he was at earlier. The bartender recognized him and wanted him to leave. Jack quickly said he thinks he dropped his keys at a.booth where he was chatting with two guys. He would be there just long enough to look and then leave. When Kevin and Greg saw him approaching, they met him and suggested they leave, since he was not 21 yet. Jack walked with the couple to their car. Jack was told to get into the back seat. He did as told. He was shocked to see Greg also get into the back. As Kevin drove away, Greg grabbed the back of Jack's head and kissed him hard. It was the most passionate kiss he ever had. Then Greg unbelief Jack's pants. Greg gave him his first blow job sights condom. "Oh fuck." Back softly said. Kevin smiled and said, "It is so much better, right?" All.Jack could do was give a nod. It didn't take long for Jack to cum. He shot his load into Greg's mouth. When he had taken all of the load, he gave Kevin a quick kiss and then kissed Jack again. As Greg shoved his tongue into Jack's mouth, he tasted cum for the first time. He loved it. A few minutes later, they were at the couple's home. The three started a strong make out session. Getting naked while doing so. Jack was both excited and scared about what was happening. He was experiencing something brand new for himself. The fact that these two men were HIV positive should have scared him off. Instead, he got more excited thinking about it. "Jack, you sucked Greg, I think you should return the favor now." Kevin suggested. Jack got on hon knees and took Greg' hard dick in his mouth. It was the biggest dick.he had ever sucked. A good seven inches. Kevin was even bigger. Greg was tasting another man's cock for the first. This was the first time he gave a man a real a blow job. All his previous experiences were pathetic in comparison. He loved the taste, the feel, the scent of it all. He knew he needed to work on his skills. Right now, he was.enjoying it all. Soon Greg was saying, "yeah, suck my toxic dick. Yeah, I M going to cum in your mouth. I am going to give your mouth my Poz cum. Yeah, I am cumming, I am cumming. my toxic cum is in your mouth. Swallow it. Swallow.my HIV load." Jack did as he was told. This was the greatest moment of his life. Kevin, as hard as he has ever seen a man, was asking if he was ready for the next experience. Jack knew what was next and he was ready for it. End of part one. Part two is coming soon. Let me know what you think so far.

Isn't it funny, I go to the sauna with intentions to spend all day there and struggle to get a decent fuck. But then, like on Sunday, I go but can only stay there an hour or so, and there's cock and arse everywhere! I woke up on Sunday morning feeling horny as fuck. I was due to go to a family Sunday lunch at 4pm, parents, brother and his wife and their boys, an aunt and her husband, that kind of thing, so I thought I'd drop by the Greenhouse early afternoon on the way. The car park was pretty full when I got there, promising I thought. After showering I headed down into the cellar. I could feel bodies but couldn't see anything as it's so dark down there. Feeling my way across to the sling I bumped into a couple of guys, exchanged gropes of cocks and arses, then found that there was a guy in the sling. Chubby guy, thin hard cock, felt his hole, quite wet. I'd got a new bottle of poppers, good stuff from Holland. I take a good sniff and as my head begins to fly I kneel down and press my tongue into his hole. I taste lube, cum, arse, it's such a dirty taste, so hot. I slurp the mess from his ring, lick down his crack, more cum and fuck knows what else. A guy pushes past me, shoves his cock into the bottoms hole, I feel the tops balls and sweaty arse crack, I feel the tops hole, he's wet too. I leave them to fuck and move toward the bench, I can see shapes now my eyes have become accustomed to the dark, I lie forward, resting my arms on the bench. Only seconds later a finger feels between my arse cheeks, finds my lubed hole. Then the anonymous shape is pressing an anonymous cock head into me, he's not too big, just right to open me up. I pull my cheeks apart to let him get deeper, squeezjng my hole around him. He fucks maybe a minute but then he's gone, too many guys here not ready to cum, but I like to feel them inside me. A guy reaches under me, grabs my Viagra enduced hardness, roughly pulls my cock too far back so he can try to suck it, hurts but I like being hurt. I stand and spin around, grab his balls, kiss his mouth, our teeth clash in the dark, tongues fight, he tastes of cigarettes and mints. He turns around offering me his arse. I push in, he's tight. I spit on my hand and wet his hole before shoving in harder, my cock driving through his muscle. He rears back, I know it's hurting him but I keep on pressing into him. He pulls away, too big he tells me, he melts into the dark. I cross the room, a guy comes up behind me, takes a nipple between his fingers, I rest my head against his face as he squeezes, twists. He bends me over the bench, pushing a nice large cock into my hole. It hurts as it opens my ring, his cock head driving through the tissues inside my arse. I think he was black, coarse curly pubes press against my cheeks. He said he wanted to cum, did I want his load? I said yeah He said where? inside you? I said yeah please So he fucked. Serious deep strokes, goes on for ages. My hole had dried, but I was enjoying the friction, I knew I would be sore later. I was thinking he may not cum after all, but then he asked for my poppers, stopped with his cock buried deep inside me, handed me the poppers back and I take deep sniffs and squeeze my arse around him. Then the real fucking starts. He really goes for it, savage deep anonymous shagging, so intense, I'm hitting the bench hard with each thrust, I'm hurting but loving it. Then his hard deep thrusts, 5 maybe 6, he growls as he shoots his cum deep, filling my bowels, sharing his seed. He pulls out, I'm on my knees in an instant, sucked him clean, loving the taste of his cum and my arse. Grabbing his towel he's gone into the dark. I'm knackered! I put my towel around me, my cock hard still, I head upstairs, into a cubicle, lay my towel on the bench. Leaving the door open I lay on my front and doze… Later, not long I don't think, there's a hand on my arse, a finger in my crack. I press back. His weight on the bench behind me, a damp towel thrown between me and the wall. He pulls my hips, I get the message and kneel up, he shuffles to me. I huff my poppers, my head spins with tingles of excitement. His cock is in my arse crack, he can't seem to get it right. I reach behind me, his cock is warm, fat, uncut. No condom. I move it to my hole, guide him, pressing back when it's in the right place. The head goes in, I'm so wet with the last guys load. He pushes forward, hands on my hips, holding me, pulling me, he slides deeper. I feel his shaft travel through my muscle, I so love the feeling of it, his hard cock entering my hole. I reach behind me. His pubes are shaved but stubbly, his balls nice and large, I love to feel my hole as a cock is stretching it open. He's long! His cock hits the back of my rectum before his balls hit my hole. I take more poppers, rest my head on my hands on the bench, my arse in the air, loving the feelings. He starts the fuck, pulls out, drives straight back in, again and again, it hurts when he bottoms out in me, he rams the wall every time he drives into me. I wonder if it's bruising something inside. I love the hurt, I want him deeper. He pulls out completely a few times, punching back through my sphincter, he's so fucking good. He shifts his angle, his cock bashes my prostate, it's painful but hot. Then something gives way inside me, I feel his scratchy pubes press against my arse cheeks. He's found my inner ring, his cock head is pushing through on every thrust, the sensation is awesome. He's getting faster, breathing heavily, he pulls out and grabs me, turns me over and pulls me to the edge of the bench where he's now standing. Pulls my ankles onto his shoulder, finds my hole again and is back inside my body, leaning over me. His sweat drips onto my chest. I'm almost folded, he fucks harder, deeper, punching my intestines, he holds my thighs, controlling my body as he pistons in and out. I cum, my cock untouched, I shoot over my stomach, it seems such a long cum as my arse cannot clench closed, it clenches his cock shaft, that seems to send him over the edge. He cries out, I more imagine than feel his cum but he must have shot 7 times, his cock buried deep inside me, his semen infiltrating deep into my body. My hole becomes wet, I know it's now leaking around his cock shaft. He collapses onto me, sweat and my cum between us. Just one word - thanks - and he pulls out and stands, pulling his towel back. As he turns I notice his tattoos, the Scorpion on his left arse cheek looks old, the bio-hazard on his right cheek is fresh, not long healed… Then he's gone.

The difference is that no prosecutors have felt any of the Bidens, except for one prosecutor going after his son, found any credible evidence that any of them had committed a crime. But the Russian stooge currently in office, while running for president, made it clear he intended to order his Justice Department to investigate and charge "the Biden Crime Family" (as he called it) in retaliation for the very legitimate felony charges Hair Furor was facing until he skated by getting re-elected. In such a case, pardoning people to block retaliatory prosecution (which can easily bankrupt someone) isn't an unthinkable concept. Separately, I'll note that Trump pardoned (or in a few cases, commuted sentences for) everyone who was involved in 1/6, whether charged or not, having stood trial or not, convicted or not. So clearly he's not foreign to the concept. He also pardoned a serviceman who was accused of murdering a Afghani civilian (and who had confessed to the killing), but who had not yet stood trial. And notably, he pardoned Steve Bannon, who was facing a federal fraud trial, before conviction as well - someone who'd been intimately involved with Trump's campaign, which is arguably as bad or worse than pardoning a family member. So let's not pretend that Biden's pardons were somehow grotesque compared with the asshole currently squatting in the White House.

This is my first try at erotica, and I know my grammar is shit. let me know what you think of this! I looked at the phone again, while pulling out a few clothing options. The message was simple - "I'm down with getting high, and hooking up - no discrimination here" from a profile of a furry, buff torso. I was intrigued. My experience with drugs was central to pot but meth and Molly were on the fringe. I had popped ecstasy once, snorted Molly, and meth wasn't something I was keen on. Yet. I always kept a bottle of poppers on me, and I certainly loved getting fucked while popperbating with my partner, but the side effects weren't great. A month prior to this text, I had a messy, embarrassing and odd experience with a guy near my house after trying to slam MDMA. I had ugly blotches on my skin, and my fear of needles was renewed; My skin couldn't take the slam, and without any kind of rush, the sex was uncomfortable fever dream. The first text was harmless, and in response to me showing interest in his profile on Grindr. "You look really cute, want to meet up and smoke up?" His profile was brief. Dominant top, and the thumbs up emoji next to a leaf. Under that, was a rocket emoji. The pics however, got me hard in seconds. His body was lean, but he had broad shoulders. His expansive, muscled chest was covered in a dense mat of grey and black fur,, which continued down to his underwear, which was stretched out entirely. I couldn't make out the size of his cock, but the bulge told me enough; he was hung, and hairy. I slipped a few fingers into my underwear and rubbed myself, working myself to lust over him. Work had been hectic, so I pinged him back "sure" to which he replied back. "How comfortable are you with a three way?" in honesty, I wasn't comfortable with them, but he was furry, older and his bulge looked enticing, so I shrugged and texted him back. "I haven't really hooked up with a lot of people to try out a threesome, but I'm passive and I always allow someone dominant to take the lead" I was biting down on my lip, my foot tapping away. "Don't worry, we won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, and better yet, you can speak to the other guy if you have any worries" he sent over a number and a name, and waited for me to text him back. At this point, I wanted him, I wanted pot, and I wanted sex. "I'll ping him, alright. By the way, I'm not fit, like you. A bit husky, in fact. I could send a few pictures, but they're all nudes. let me know if you'd like to see them?" "Sure" While I waited for his consent, I texted the other guy who responded almost Immediately, asking for my nudes and pictures. He sent his, and he was beautiful. His body was smooth, but muscled and cut, skin dark and his cock was uncut and lightly veined. I wanted both of them in me. I sent the same couple of pics over to the furry daddy, and sat at the edge of my bed, waiting for their replies. I'm not built all buff and muscled, but I'm on the huskier side and in my early twenties. I have curves where one could have rock hard muscles, and my body was slightly voluptuous when I undressed. Whenever I messaged men who looked like these two, I felt my insecurity build up, but I dismissed the thought. "You look amazing. Let me show you what daddy looks like naked, boy" I felt a shiver run down my spine, to the tip of my cock. It was massive; ten inches hard, with a veins all over, thick and surrounded by neat, dense pubic hair. I had to feel him in me. His balls were massive, draping the underneath of the his hard cock and at the base, he wore a thick stainless steel cock ring. I was completely hard now, and my pants were on the floor. My shirt was pulled up, my legs spread open and a finger rolling a nipple. Fuck, I needed him. "You really are hot! When can I come over to your place?" I wasn't ready to call him daddy yet, but it was on the tip of my tongue. "Freshen up, and come over in an hour, let me get ready as well. I'll keep the door unlocked for you" He dropped a pin a few other details of his hotel and told me to walk right in. the next few seconds were a blur. I picked up my poppers, a fresh pair of shorts, a shirt and bolted to the bathroom to prep myself. It took me a good hour to trim the short hairs on my body, leaving me smooth all over, and a few minutes in that to douche my hole. I slipped a few fingers in, and my hole relaxed. I grinned to myself; I was ready. I spritzed myself with some mild perfume and deodorant, slipped a few condoms, lube and a joint into my travel kit and paused at the front door. I slipped off my shorts, chucked my underwear into the laundry bin and slipped the shorts back on. NOW I was ready. I hailed a cab, and as I hopped on, sent him a text "On my way, see you soon!" To which he responded with a thumbs up. As I made my way there, I kept flipping back to the pictures, looking at his naked body. I was hard again, and my hole throbbed. The hotel wasn't hard to find, and after crossing the lobby, I leapfrogged up the stairs to his floor. My eyes wandered around the corridor, looking for his room number and I zeroed in on the last door. I took a deep breath, and knocked. A voice from inside yelled out to me enter. His voice was deep, and it cracked, indicating his age. I slipped in, my heart hammering in my ribcage. The room itself was alright - two beds, a couple of bags on the floor and by a study, mellow artwork on the walls. My eyes roved around the room searching for something more, some identifier of this man. Hi voice boomed out again "I'm just taking a quick shower, why don't you smoke some pot? I've left a joint near the TV for you. I'll be out in a minute." I found the joint and lit it, sitting at on the edge of the twin bed, ash tray next to me. The pot was alright, but mine was better. I put it out an pulled mine out and lit it, taking a deep drag and exhaling a plume of smoke upwards. The bathroom door opened up, and he emerged in a haze of steam and pot vapour. his face was covered in a thick, large beard, and he had shaved his head. He was taller than me, and he looked a bit older, but nothing deceptive. His cock was soft, but it pushed his underwear to its limits, a few tufts of hair poking out form the sides. "Hi" he said, wiping himself down, smiling at me. I was in a daze, and I smiled back. "Hi" His hand stretched out and he patted my cheek and grinned. "You really are cute. Exactly like your pics" I blushed. "I mean, you're hotter than the pics. I love older men, particularly hairy bald daddies like you" I blushed harder, after calling him daddy. I never got used to it. He laughed, deep and with timbre and pulled me up for a soft, quick kiss. "I'm so happy you're here. the other guy wasn't very keen, so he backed out. It's just you and me today, so we can take our time" he took the joint from me and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke past my opened lips, his tongue dabbing them and flicking back in. I smiled, my eyes half lidded. "I preferred it if it were just us, either way." I kissed him back and placed a hand on his chest, feeling it rise. As he deepened the kiss, his large hand wrapped around the back of my head. The kiss was urgent, and I felt his beard brush over my face. I whimpered softly, my lust for him overriding my senses. He broke the kiss slowly, the tips of tongues tapping each other and he gently pushed me down on the bed. "Let me get dressed, and let's grab some dinner. Works for you?" I was mildly stoned by now and a smile erupted over my lips, and I nodded, dazed. He slipped on a T shirt, and pulled up a pair of shorts, but my eyes were on that bulge and how it pushed up as he slid into the shorts. "I know you want it, but be patient, we have the entire night and the day tomorrow." he was watching me, and behind the grin, his eyes were dark and filled with hunger. He wanted me as well. "I don't eat much when I bottom, but I don't mind grabbing a juice or something else" He nodded and picked up the hotel phone, ordering a few things while he kept his eyes on me and a hand on his bulge, rolling a thumb over it. Order completed, he placed the phone back and pulled the study chair to face me, plucking the joint from my hands and taking a drag. "What do you do?" I lit the other joint and looked back at him. "I'm an architect, but I've just begun working. What about you?" His eyebrow raised with appreciation. "That's pretty cool. I'm a life coach, but I run a small textile firm as well. I'm down in town for a small conference, where I have a talk." I nodded, and took a short drag, exhaling upwards. "So are you ready to get high today?" he asked, his eyes watching me closely, as he blew out a plume of smoke. I nodded, meekly. I was blushing like a virgin. His grin was back and his hand ran along my thigh as he leaned in. "I will fuck you so hard today, it will be worth it." I was hard as a rock now, biting down on my bottom lip and staring at him with desire in my eyes. He grabbed the joint from me and put them both out and stood up exhaling deeply. I watched him as he opened up his luggage and pulled out a few stoppered jars and a small plastic bottle of some homeopathic medication. "It's not medicine, if that's what you were thinking. When I fly, I just stuff a few chunks of meth in here so that nobody could figure it out, and it's worked so far." He proceeded to open the bottle and pull out a fluff of cotton and shook it, showing me what lay inside. "Have you tried meth? I keep at least five to six grams on me at all times, and the stuff I have is pure." I shook my head. "I've just begun exploring MDMA, but after the last time I tried it, I've been avoiding it." His eyes glimmered with a fraction of disappointment, but he shook it away and smiled. "Well, I do have some ecstasy and MDMA. How about we try that?" I wasn't averse to it, so I told him it was fine. He pulled out a small kit from his bag and took out a few packets. One had crushed powder like shards, and the other was brown, and sticky looking. The third had a few bluish pills, and he took one of them out of the packet, placing it on a small mirror. He crushed the blue pill with a credit card and smushed it until four lines remained. "Care to do a few lines with me?" he had me kneel down before him, with his legs on either side. The heat was palpable here. At this point, my skin was hot and my throat dry. I leaned back into his open legs and looked up, and he passed a short straw into my hands. He had taken two hits already, and his cock was hard and pressing into my back. I gulped and bent over, snorting the two lines. It burned for a few seconds, but he assured me, that was the right reaction. Hi voice was husky and low now and he took my hand and placed it over his expanding bulge. "Feel me, boy. I'm so hard for you right now." my hands felt the tightness of his his shorts as his cock throbbed in my hands, and in that moment, all I could feel was his need for me. He turned my head upwards to him and asked me a question in a softer tone, while he kept my hand on his bulge. "Fuck dinner. Have you slammed before?" "No. Not well, maybe." My mind was blank as he arose, while I lay kneeling and he unbuttoned his shorts. "Inhale me, boy". I tentatively held on to his thighs and pressed my lips into the arching bulge, inhaling the scent of the soap, mild sweat, and intoxicating precum. "Let me slam you, boy" I pulled back. "Well, it's just that I have sensitive skin, so when anyone jabs me in the forearm my skin bruises easily." "I don't need to slam you there." He pulled me up and slid a hand into my shorts, worming his palm between my ass cheeks. I exhaled as his fingers found my hole and he rolled his index over it, all the while kissing my neck. The ecstasy was working, as I opened up my body to him and his index slipped inside my cunt. He exhaled, a light growl in his voice. "Trust me, boy. I won't harm you at all. Let me do this for you, just trust me." A moan escaped my lips as he pushed my hand into his underwear and pushed his turgid cock into my hand. "I want you, and you want me. Let's just let go and have nothing holding us back." He peppered urgent, hot kisses along my neck and arched his buttock upwards, sliding his ten inch cock, wet with precum, through my palm. I gasped softly as he pushed another finger into my cunt and biting my lip, eyes lidded, I nodded my assent. Growling, he pulled my face to his and kissed me, his fingers gently slipping out of my hole. We backed away from each other, faces flushed and in heat. I glanced to my side, where a full wall mirror reflected my sluttiness. My lips were moist, my hair disheveled, and my eyes were hungry. I could trust him. I think I really could. "Sit." he commanded, pulling up a pillow and motioning before him. I gave him my hand and sat down, and he pulled out a strap and two large syringes. Both were filled up. "You might be new to this, but your body can tolerate a higher dose. Don't worry, I've done this enough times to know." "How much?" I enquired as he tightened the strap around the base of the wrist and pulled up the syringe with a light brown, clear liquid. "Don't worry. I would typically start you out with eight units, but given we have today and tomorrow, I'm giving you twelve." he scrutinised the needle and tapped it, raising it to the light. "I need to make sure there are no bubbles, so you won't be harmed. Just remember, I won't do anything top harm you." he smiled at me and caressed my face. "Clench your fist a few times for me, lightly" I gave him a shaky smile in return and continued to observe him. He ran his long fingers along the ridges around my knuckles and after a few second, located a vein. "This area of the hand is tricky, given the nerves here. The effect is the same, though." He pulled out an alcohol swab and rubbed it along the area and looked up at me. "Alright now. This will pinch for a second, but do exactly as I say." I nodded again. He pushed the tip of syringe into my skin along the enlarged vein, hands steady. A small puff of blood appeared at near the point within the liquid and he whispered, "Slowly, open the strap." breathing heavily, I did as he asked, the strap falling away on the pillow. He pulled the plunger a bit, and blood poured into the syringe. "Good work." and pushed it in, slowly. I felt no pain, just mild discomfort. it felt like cold water had been poured into my hand as he depressed the plunger to the base. He pulled another alcohol pad and placed it over the injection point and looked up at, pulling it out. "Hold down on this spot, gently, and raise your arm." The last time I tried this out, I felt nothing, and had no idea what was coming. A cough escaped my lips and I felt something warm, hot and different. My skin exploded into a million sensations as a cold and warm blanket surrounded my brain. My cock and cunt throbbed and I felt lust, and empathy, and as I locked eyes with him, complete hunger for this absolute daddy before me. "You alright?" he asked, predatory eyes locked in on my convulsions. I gasped out a few words but I was otherwise incoherent. He smiled again and walked to the bathroom, switching off the bedroom light, bathing the room in a soft amber glow. "Get comfortable boy. I'm going to slam and join you." I moaned and nodded, getting on the bed and peeling off my clothes. I arched my back on the bed, running fingers along the length of my body tweaking and pulling at my cock, pinching down on a nipple. The moment the air touched my skin, I felt liquid explode out of my soft cock, sticky and clear. I had an orgasm, and another. My mind was exploding, and so was my body. In the light of the washroom, I watch him slide the needle into his forearm and plunge down the stopper, his head kicking back. This daddy, an example of raw, animal masculinity was going to fuck me. His head snapped back and he looked at me, lips open. In the background, light tantric music played, elevating our desire for each other. He took off his shirt and watching my eyes, slid off his shorts, letting his large, uncut cock slap against his torso, leaving a trail of clear sticky fluid. Naked, he was glorious. In a deep, thick voice he commanded me. "Lie backwards, and drop your head on the edge." I slid over to him and did as he asked, awaiting for our skin to connect. His cock up close was drooling precum and it smelled musky and sweaty. Without a need for words, he slid his massive cock into my mouth, pushing past my tongue, the tip searching for my gullet. "Relax you body, my boy" he growled, holding my hands and intertwining our fingers, as his cock reach the back of my throat and after mild resistance, pushed back into me entirely. This elicited a deep, rumbling moan from him as he exhaled slowly, arching his buttocks into my face, slowly, until the base of his cock ring clinked against my teeth. Saliva filled my mouth and smeared my lips, as he began deepthroating me, groaning as he enjoyed my throat. He massive balls slapped my face and his dense pubes chafed my lips, but I was in bliss, and I wanted more. He might have sensed my need because he slowly pulled out, relishing the heat and wetness of my mouth and looked down at me, pupils dilated and face flush with animal lust. "I need to fuck you, boy. I want us to be connected." He rolled me over and pulled my legs to the corner of the bed , pulling me up. I was in a world of my own, and the anticipation of his cock against my cunt was filling me up to the brim. He rummaged around and dabbed some lubricant on my cunt, his fingers dancing around the hole. Slowly, in a tight voice, "Open up you hole, boy. I'm going to fuck you now." I exhaled, a hot explosion of air from me as my palm pulled my cheeks open, leaving my pussy open. He was massive. But after the slam, I was relaxed. His thick cockhead eased past the lips of my hole open and his gasped as the tip of cock slowly slid in. "Now I need for you to trust me, baby. Open up to me entirely, and you will enjoy this more than you ever could." My eyes had rolled back up, and my back was arched, with the bottom of his palm on the base of my back. Slowly, gently, he pushed in further, his bare, naked cock slipping past my hole and slowly pressing into the opening of my sigmoid. he leaned in, his furry chest and body drizzling a light amount of sweat on my back. "Open up, baby. Let me in." I gasped and relaxed my muscles, and he slid in, he thick pubic hair brushing my hole. We were frozen there, connected as ours nerves ignited. We were linked on a deep, primal way. No protection. No qualms. Just a man and another man conjoined. He slid out a bit, and back, stretching me out, my hole moist and wide. "I can feel all of you, hot, wet and bare around me baby. My cock is so deep inside you, and I love it." he pulled out further and began moving faster, rubbing his swollen glans along a point in my hole. I was only a mess of moans and gasps, but now, I cried out, gasping in sharp, short breaths as he slid his slimy cockhead over my prostate. "How does feel, boy? my cock on your prostate?" he grasped my arms and locked them behind my back and began moving fasted, droplets of sweat peppering my back as he slid in an out of my pussy, filling the room with wet, squelching sounds as we fucked like animals. I felt droplets and then a stream of thick, viscous liquid splatter from my hardening cock as orgasm over orgasm rolled over me, my prostate sending me into a trance.

Actually, let's call them for what they are - terrorists

Now these are some nipples!

(Sorry for the split. Hit return and posted that.) He led me back to the bedroom and I pulled my shirt up and off. That's when he stopped me. He said "so there's something that I didn't tell you." My head was going all over like he had a boyfriend or girlfriend or something. He pulled his shirt up and there were some scars. Took me a few seconds before my brain registered what that meant. I smiled and told him that I didn't care, but if I said or did anything stupid or inappropriate to let me know. He pushed me back on the bed and yanked my shorts and underwear off me. Went down on my cock. Not going to lie, he wasn't great at giving head. I always think guys with cocks are best at giving head because they know exactly what feels best. Once I got him out of his pants, I returned the favor. He laughed and said I must not have much experience with that. I admitted no, but I sure as hell knew how to fuck. He pushed me on my back and proceeded to sit down on my hard cock. No asking for condoms and I wasn't worried about getting him pregnant. lol I'm used to the tight grip of an ass around my cock so it was a nice change for the wet hole bouncing on me. He rode like a crazy man until I warned him I was going to cum. He just smiled and ran his finger over my cock and himself. I rammed up and came as he moaned and threw his head back. We ended up fucking 3 more times that night. One more in front, twice in back. Hooked up a few times after that, but then he found a boyfriend.

There's an old saying that Trump is a poor man's idea of a rich man - that is, lots of shit covered in gold plating and ostentatious as all fuck but with almost nothing to back it up. For most of his adult life he was borderline bankrupt, if not actually so, and only with a few major cash infusions later in life (his inheritance/bailouts from his father, the Apprentice paychecks, the incessant grift his campaigns have funneled into his pockets) was he able to avoid losing everything. The same sort of thing is true, I think, for considering Trump "dominant". A bunch of fucking yahoo idiots in Shithole, TX and Bumfuck, AL and Moronville, Idaho saw him pretend to be authoritative and decisive on "The Apprentice" (while he was actually following a script in rented office space designed to make him look powerful), and decided that he actually WAS that kind of person - instead of the "fold like a paper napkin" guy he is when confronted with actual dominance. He's a dumbass working-class nobody's idea of a dom.

Hi, guys. I've posted before about the sauna I frequent in London, and I went there again this past Friday. Everything seemed to come together to produce the most fantastic experience of my life. In short, I got fucked fifteen times in a little under four hours, and 13 different guys shot their loads up my ass! They ranged from a fat guy with a four inch dick, to a thin guy with a huge dick (more about him later), from a group scene in the restrooms on the third floor, to a really slutty scene with me laying in the sling, legs up, taking cocks one after the other until my ass was just dripping spunk. I think the sling scene was best - this fat, middle-aged guy started fucking me and by the time he was ready to cum, there were three or four others watching. When he finished, a nice, athletic looking guy with a big dick took his place and began fucking me really slowly, moving the sling back and forth. He really turned me on. He kept smirking down at me, sort of secretly, and I suppose he might have not cum if I'd asked. But I told him to shoot it, and when he came he just sort of held the head inside me and squirted just inside. When he pulled out I felt round for my hole, and there was there was this huge gob of spunk sliding out. A small, hairy bear-like guy was watching. He put his finger in me and felt for the spunk. He was really excited. I said "come on, do me." He practically launched into the saddle and shoved a short, but fat dick up my oozing ass. He was all red and sweaty and after a while he gasped "where do you want it?" I grabbed his hips and held him in me. "Inside" I said, and he let loose, slamming his cock into my hole he shot. I just want to say about the restroom. I went up there and fell asleep naked, face down on one of the benches. Suddenly, I felt some one climb on top of me. What a shock! One minute I was dozing, the next a guy was crouched between my legs, shoving a very long, thick cock up my ass! Fortunately, I was wet with spunk and lube. Then a few other guys came into the room, presumably to take a piss, and I heard someone say “let’s take turns fucking him." I surmised word had got round about me. The guy on my back was very thin: I could just see his face silhouetted over my shoulder and reach back to feel the boney legs straddling me - and he was shivering and gasping as the other guys fed him poppers. His cock was smooth and it kind-of tingled as it slid in and out, almost like a burning feeling. I lay there helplessly as someone straddled my head so the top could suck some cock he fucked. I felt my spine tingle as I glanced back and saw the gaunt, excited face of the guy riding me - I suspected, no, I knew he was far gone with AIDS. I looked around, and the other guys were watching and jacking, eager to take me, pale excited faces in the dim light. The guy in my hole started to shake and jerk - should I stop him? Should I? Then I lay my head on my arms, raised my ass a little, and accepted his cum as he shot it into me. I swear I could feel it burn as it flooded me. When he'd finished, he started to giggle and climbed off me. He was really skinny and bright eyed. "Wild!" he said, "really wild. You're fucked man." Then his buddies got me kneeling on the couch, as the next cock slid up my tingling hole. I can't tell you how excited I am.

That potential involvement is unclear - at least to me. It could well be that Kushner (jr or sr) initially planted that ridiculous seed in T's shriveled brainlet, but I haven't found any corroborating evidence of any Kushner involvement.

@Falls727 Just make sure to let them fully heal before you let anyone start sucking on them. They will heal quickly if you follow the instructions your piercer gave you. I used sea salt soaks religiously for the first few weeks. I waited for a full year before starting to stretch mine and I've had them as big as 8mm rings in them. I had to take mine out for bypass surgery in November last year and it was about ten days before I was able to attempt to refit my rings. I had them pierced about 20 years ago and play with weights and e-stim on them a lot. It took a bit of fiddling but I managed to get my 5mm rings back in without too much hassle. Despite having mine for so long, if I play too roughly, I will get a bit of crusty lymph on them. All it takes is a good soak and giving them a rest for a couple of days.

Stung when I had it done and took a while to settle down. But really pleased I had it done.

It wasn't a riot. It was an attempted internal coup d'état.

I have mine pierced. They were not sensitive before and aren't much after either. Def the most painful piercings I've had. They're fun to look at though.

Had nipples pierced & promptly went clubbing, that night. Tits absolutely punished. Pain was excruciatingly sensuous & they healed PERFECTLY🤣🤣🤣🤣.

lol….he knows our definition. We have chatted extensively about our mutual proclivities!

And yet unemployment is skyrocketing already under Trump, including tens of thousands of federal workers. So much for jobs.

I’m currently in heat, and it seems to cycle every 28days. It’s frustrating as I can only think about cock and cum and my work and everything else in life falls to the side as I’m scouring sniffles and the apps trying to find cock. It’s really tough finding breeders on the spot who are available. Been chatting up so many and so far none have come through during this cycle. I’m hoping later today to get my hole fucked and filled. Two tops been chatting with seem like they’ll cum through for me.

Fucking hot story. I’ve sent you a message on t gram. Would love to breed lad (or more) with you! 👹

I'm in HEAT now...can't you all smell me! Ass and pits on fire...grrrrr

It shouldn't hurt. Yes, it might feel uncomfortable at first, but relax your hole and it'll feel better. That being said, I've taken HUGE cocks and needed a minute to let myself adjust to the feeling. I've never regretted taking a big dick (and there's never been a big dick that regretted nutting inside me)! Most want to cum back over and over and over!

I've never been into the party scene, so other than some occasional drinking and having sex, I've always been stone cold sober in my sexuality. A couple of observations: 1) It's easier to find the more intense sexual situations at a RT sex venue/cruising spot than it is online. It's also easier to just walk away if someone insists on going beyond your comfort zone insisting that you participate, or even when they are simply too out of it to be an active participant in intense sexual play. 2) Most of not all of the apps have guys who delve deeper into the partying aspect all the time, and in many cases have completely abandoned the actual sex for drug induced fantasies. This is only partially because the partying puts them in a state where they can't perform sexually, a lot of them actually appear like they can perform sexually but still don't have the courage even after partying. 3) Those of us who can be sexually intense without partying are out there, but in some areas are fairly rare.

felching a hole loaded with other men's seed

Chapter 19 When I left Jamal´s flat hours later, they again slid a plug in my hole to keep the loads in. I winced a bit, as I was sore, but I didn´t trust my hole to close completely after the ordeal. And it did turn me on to know how many of their loads I had in me. How many they had given me. “Fuck”, I thought to myself on my way home “I really have become a slut.” Of course, the cage they had put on me stayed on. I hadn´t been able to cum from getting fucked, but Jamal said, this would be possible once I was pent up enough. Or not and then I´d just have to stay horny. Comments like these did indeed make me horny and remembering the two trips to this flat did so, too. Also the thought that I had kind of “absorbed” their cum into my body, because as I slid the plug finally out, nothing else came out. I can´t tell you how I got through the week. I was tired and horny and a mess and horny and couldn´t focus and horny and worked my way through it and horny. It dragged on forever and went by in a flash at the same time. But I had one focus that kept me going: Feeling again like last weekend. Letting out my inner pig again. Let these guys use me. Finally be the cumdump I had sometimes dreamed to be. Standing at that door again on Friday evening, which I dutifully did. I had slid in the plug that I had left their flat with, because Jamals had told me to do so to stretch my hole a bit, so taking him inside would be less of a struggle. Also I was just wearing a jock, short sports pants, a tight fitting shirt and the socks they had put on me last time. It felt crazy going to their place dressed like that and with a plug. I thought everybody would see what I was up to, would see my cage through the shorts or see me blush all the time. But that was probably just in my head, I tried to reassure myself. When I lifted my hand for thew bell, the door already buzzed and I went inside. I had thought Jamal would open it again, being half naked, but it was nobody there in the hallway. When I took off my shoes though, I saw a sheet of paper on a sideboard. “Take off your shirt and pants. Put on the wristbands and collar in this first drawer. Before that, chug the glass of juice beside it. Then come in. J.” Ohh… wow. This was getting crazier and hotter by the second! I carefully opened the drawer and saw the glass of juice half full. I was sure there was g in it and maybe something else. I chugged it and the taste spoke for my thesis of at least g. I quickly threw my shirt and pants in the drawer. Then I took out the leather bands that I already knew from last time. My fingers trembled from excitement, as I put them on and tightened them., It took me a couple of minutes closing the wristbands with one hand, but I managed. Then I went towards the door to the living room and looked at myself in a mirror while passing it. I looked good. Hot. Kinky. How I had always wanted to look. I heard a thrumming sound through the door. I knocked, but when there was no response, I realized the note had said to come in, so I did. As expected, there was music and porn playing, the light dim, various item for sex lying around. Also as I had expected, there was Jamal on the sofa, already naked, stroking his huge cock. He looked over at me and grinned that cheeky smile. “Come here sexy! I see you did as you were told…” “Hi man! Yes, sure!” I was a bit shy, but also so horny, so I went to him. He immediately cupped my caged cock in one hand and put his other hand on my ass, making sure I was also plugged. “Such a good boy! Properly caged and plugged, as you should be. And soon also high…” he smirked. He pulled me down towards him and planted his big lips on mine, while his other hand continued to play with my plug. I lost myself in the kiss for a prolonged moment. But then I heard a familiar clicking noise behind me, that startled me. But then I realized it would be the Taron working the pipe, just like the last times. I had expected him to be arounds, actually hoped for that. He was so fucking hot… When I turned around to grin at him knowingly, showing him I wasn´t the insecure version of myself anymore – I was caught off guard seeing a different guy than I had thought. While he was lighting the glas pipe I had expected and looked similar in build and shape to Taron, he definitely was not Taron. He had a buzzcut and thicker arms, wearing a leather harness like the one I did, but with red stripes framing the black. He wore black wristbands that pronounced his big forearms and his lopsided smile curled around the pipe while inhaling. His head was shaved and his middle was only covered by a stretched out trunks that my eyes shortly lingered on. Jamal laughed behind my. “Don´t just stare, Jakey! Show my friend some appreciation!” I didn´t know what exactly he wanted me to do and my first instinct told me to bold out the door. But just then, a wave of calmness and horniness hit me and I quickly lost that thought. I thought for a second what to do. I knew Jamal wanted to fuck me with guy and I knew I´d let him do just that. So I stood back up and just said “Hello Sir!”, looking at the guy finishing his draw from the pipe. He smiled at that, put the pipe down on the table and curled his finger, motioning me towards him. I knew what was coming, stepping close to him. He grabbed my hair and yanked my face towards his, looking into my eyes for a moment before yanking me further, pushing my lips an his. He exhaled the smoke into me and I was ready for it. I accepted the smoke from him and kept it in my lungs when he withdrew. “Glad to meet you like this, Jake. I´m Chase. I´ve heard good things from you. Let´s see, if they´re true, shall we?” I exhaled my hit, nodded and when the feeling of euphoria washed over me said: “Thank you Sir! I´m happy to see, if I can live up to the expectations!”

For as long as I've been having sex, I go through periods where I'm insanely horny for anal sex no matter what. My hole feels like it's shivering all the time and I feel like I need to take it up the butt right away. Even when I get a good lay in, I still want more. The last week has been really bad for me and it feels like no matter how much I get laid, I need more. My boyfriend joked that I go into heat like a dog but it makes me wonder if bottoms can actually go into heat. Is that what's happening? Do any other bottoms go through this?

I lived next to a mall. I started sucking cocks around the time i I started to jerkoff. Once I found out that guys cruised the bathrooms at the mall. I would cruise from bathroom to bathroom every day right after school. I would wait for the middle stall to open up and suck off every cock that came under the stall. Sitting in the middle stall you always had some cocks to suck. Once you finish the guy in the left stall the guy in the right stall was next. There was always a line of guys waiting for a stall to open. I would suck off at lease 10 cocks every day. Once I got my driving license i would also suck off the cocks at the local parks. By the time I got to high school I have already sucked off hundreds of cocks. By the time I graduated im sure it was a thousand.

I was out in the woods with a group of friends for a two week camping trip. Everyone was having a good time, but my buddy Steve looked a little stressed, which was unusual, since he was such an easy going guy. I asked him if anything was wrong, and if I could help. He looked at me, and said no, it was something he needed to deal with on his own. I respected his privacy and told him that I was there for him, and if there was anything I could do to help him out, I would be happy to do it. That caused Steve to pause and look me up and down. I could see on his face, that he had come to some sort of decision. “Maybe you can help me out, after all. Let’s go for a walk.” Steve took the lead and we went out, deep into the woods. Steve kept a good pace and I was always seemed to be a few steps behind him, trying to keep up. After about thirty minutes of walking in silence, Steve decided to open up to me. “Angie and I broke up three weeks ago.” “I am sorry to hear that.” I said sincerely. He and Angie had looked like a perfect couple. They were really into each other, and seemed very happy together. “Yeah, it’s been hard. We were together for three years and she was great. She was the first girl I had met that liked sex as much as I do. Her appetite never seemed to wane, she was horny all the time. We fucked a couple of times a day.” “Really? That’s amazing. What happened?” I asked trying to get him to open up. “We realized that while the sex was amazing, we really had nothing else in common. We weren’t moving forward, we were just using each other to feel good.” “And you wanted more?” “Yeah….we both did. The break up was mutual and there are no hard feelings. The problem is after years of fucking several times a day, it has been hard to go cold turkey. My cock is hard twenty four hours a day. I am so horny I can’t think straight.” “That’s what’s going on? You are horny? I laughed a little. “It’s not funny, my balls hurt.” “So jerk yourself off.” “It’s not that simple.” “Sure it is. Trust me, I masturbate all the time.” “Believe me, I have tried. After years of pushing my cock into Angie’s tight, warm, wet pussy my big, rough right hand doesn’t feel good. I can’t get off.” “You could try getting a Fleshlite. It feels pretty realistic when you stroke yourself, might help you get off if it feels like a pussy you are pounding your meat into.” “Great idea, except that we are out here in the middle of nowhere for another ten days, and I don’t see a sex-toy shop nearby.” “Alright, so you will need to make-do for the rest of the trip, try something new and different, to help take your mind off your blue-balls and the complete lack of pussy nearby to dump a load into. It’s not that long. You can do ten days, can’t you?” “Like I said, I am so horny, I can’t think straight. I need to bust a nut or I will go crazy. So, I am going to take your advice and “make-do” for the rest of the trip. I also like the idea of a Fleshlite to simulate a woman’s pussy.” “Yeah, it’s not the same as the real thing, but it sure beats a rough hand. When you get back to civilization, pick one up, watch some porn, and go to town.” “Here’s the thing…….I can’t wait that long, I need to bust a nut now.” “Alright, go ahead, I’ll give you some privacy.” “Haven’t you been listening, my right hand ain’t going to cut it. My cock needs to penetrate and fuck a hole, nothing else is going to satisfy it. I need get myself a Fleshlight….a substitute pussy, a fuck hole.” “Like you said, no sex shops nearby.” “Yeah, and like you said, it’s time for some out of the box thinking. I think I have a solution to my problem. You are going to help me out.” “You want me to jerk you off? I’m not really comfortable with the idea of stroking another dude until they cum.” “No, I don’t want you to jerk me off. Your hands will most likely be softer than mine, but still not the same as plunging my cock into a warm, wet hole.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that I am going to use your mouth and your ass as Fleshlites….. substitute pussies. After I pound a load or two into your mouth-cunt, I am going to bend you over and fuck you, again and again, until my balls are fully drained.” “No way am I letting you fuck me!” “You have no choice. I need this. Quite frankly, I am much bigger and stronger than you. We are out in the middle of the woods, where no one can hear you scream. And trust me, you are going to scream. Not to boast, but my uncut cock is massive, and it’s going to hurt going in……well it’s going to hurt you, It’s going to feel great to me. You are just what I need….a set of warm, tight fuck holes existing to service my cock.” “I don’t want to be a hole for you or your cock!!!!” “Yeah, too bad. I don’t actually care what you want.” “Wait, I’m your friend….please don’t do this to me. I’m…I’m not a faggot. And I don’t want to be your bitch. I don’t want to be any dude’s bitch. We’re supposed to be bros. Friends don’t do this to each other.” In response to my plea, Steve opened his belt and undid his jeans. He was going commando, so his thick cock was immediately exposed. It popped out, already mostly hard. While I stood there stunned by what he proposed and the sight of his massive meat surrounded by a pile of bright red pubes. Steve grabbed my shoulders and roughly pushed me to my knees. He then rammed his thick cock into my mouth with no warning. “I have enough friends. What I need right now is a warm, wet hole to pound my cock into. I don’t need you as a friend, I need you as a Fleshlite, a substitute pussy, I need you to be a hole.” His cock is too much. He’s too big, too thick for my inexperienced throat. I pull off him, coughing and gagging. When I stop coughing, he rams his cock back past my lips and deep into my mouth. His dick is leaking pre-cum like crazy and I could taste it, salty and sweet. So much precum spills from his slit, I feel like I’m drowning. It filled my mouth and reflexively, I swallowed. The action of my throat muscles contracting caused Steve to moan above me. “Yeah, just like that. Swallow my cock and make me feel good. When you swallow, it’s like your throat muscles are stroking my cock. Just like when I punch my meat into a pocket pussy. This is amazing, I am using your face like a fuck toy. You’re taking my cock like a real Fleshlite now. You were born to be a cock sleeve.” As he spoke, he started thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper into my oral cavity. In and out, over and over until he was literally skull fucking me. This was not a blowjob. Steve had no need for me to suck or lick him, he just needed me to cover my teeth and let him jerk himself off. He was literally using my mouth as a Fleshlite. A warm, wet hole, existing only for him to use to masturbate. I was crying, spit and drool dripping down my chin. My breaths were gasps for air, each time his cock left my throat. He was gripping my head tightly while fucking my face harder than I thought possible. Suddenly he thrust in full depth. With my nose buried in those ginger pubes I felt him unload his balls directly into my stomach. “Take it, hole. Take my load! That’s three weeks’ worth of my built up man-seed being unloaded into you.” It felt like he had opened a fire hose inside of me. I could not keep up with the amount of semen he was blowing down my throat. I started choking. He yanked his still hard cock out of my mouth, while I tried to catch my breath. Before I could fully recover, he flipped me over and pushed me to the ground. He sat on my legs, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. Then he leaned forward and I could feel the head on his big cock pushing right against my puckered anal opening. I was just about to start begging him again not to fuck me when I felt him begin to force his big fuck-stick up my ass and the pain….oh my god, the pain! The pain was simply unbelievable. With no warning or preparation, he punched his massive fuck stick into me, lubed by whatever spit and cum was left on his cock from my forced skull rape. "AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" I screamed, just like he said I would, feeling his thick fuckstick break through my virgin rectum. I seized up, clamping my buttocks together to try to force the dick from my painfully stretched out hole. But Steve counter acted by gripping me up around the neck, with his forearm, in a headlock, then shoved his hips forward harder working its way into me. My hole was way too small, tight and virgin to take a cock as big as his in one deep, hard stroke. It felt like he was ripping me in half. My asshole felt completely raped open as his massive cock buried itself inside my throbbing and convulsing bowels. Even using his muscles to press forward into me, my hole was way too tight to open up fully and accept this intrusion. He managed to bury about half of his cock inside of me on the first stroke, before the friction and tightness brought his forward progress to a halt. “Wow, your fuck chute is gripping down on my cock hard. This is the tightest pussy I have ever been inside. Oh, yeah, I am sure it hurts you right now. I’ve got a big cock and your virgin ass is tight as shit. But give it a couple weeks and that little twat of yours will stretch out nicely and you’ll be squealing, with pleasure, like a bitch in heat, when I pound my meat up your hole. Hell, boy, by the end of this camping trip, all you’ll have to see is my hard cock pointed in your direction and your pussy will start lubing itself, getting wet in anticipation of being used, your thighs will start quivering, and your little fuck hole will start twitching with desire. Just wait. You’ll see. You’re not only gonna be my substitute fleshlite, you’re gonna enjoy it. You are going to crave having my thick cock in your cunt.” I screamed out in pain, again. “Please, please, please stop! I don’t want to be your fuck toy. I can’t take it. It’s too big.” He was using my virgin hole with no preparation, Just a hard thrust into my dry fuck chute. I guess, I had hoped, if he was going to use me, there would be some attempt to reduce the pain, at the very least he would try to open me up a little, make it easier to take his cock. Maybe some lube, to assist in reducing the skin on skin friction. But he was way to horny to deal with niceties like prepping me. He needed to be buried in a tight hole. He was feeling the need to breed, and, it was quickly obvious, that he simply did not care how this felt to me, this was about his needs, his desires and his pleasure. I was simply a means to an end. A hole for his cock. I don’t think it even occurred to him to try and make it easier on my hole. “Oh my god, take it out! It’s too big, your ripping me in half.” “Nah, it ain’t to big! No cock is too big for a fuck toy, even mine. Your cunt-hole is just too small, right now. But don’t worry, I’ll have it stretched out in no time. Soon your ass will be a huge, gaping hole, perfectly sized take my cock.” I continued to scream and beg him to stop as he forced more of his massive cock into my tight, little asshole. He grunted loudly as his cock inched deeper and deeper into my body. Each downward stroke opening me up a little further. I tried to pull away from him, to escape the pain and humiliation of being used like a sex toy. I did not want to accept what was happening. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in and holding me in place. His huge cock moving in and out of my butt. I could feel his cock stretching me out and making my fuck chute conform to its size and shape. He was re-configuring my hole to be a perfect fit for his meat. He was as lost in the pleasure of getting off as I was lost in the pain of being used to help him get off. He looked down at me. Reflected in his eyes I could see myself. I had the unmistakable look of a boy, who obviously had never even considered that this could happen to me, taking a hard dick up my tight asshole for the first time. I am shocked and horrified, realizing that I have now become a bitch and that there’s no going back. Everything I thought I was, everything I thought my future held is literally being fucked away, as my asshole is being turned into a cunt, into a pussy for another man’s use and enjoyment. I am being fucked like a girl and bred like a bitch. There is no going back, I will always know that another man has used me for his pleasure. Each stroke of his cock, felt like it was fucking the manhood out of me. I would never be able to walk around and pretend that I was a man again. In my mind, and his, I would forever be a bitch, a fuck bitch. “Fuck yeah, now you are starting to loosen up a little. Letting my meat up inside of you. Making me feel good.” He had a firm grip on my hips as he pushed and pulled my body, back and forth, to better take his cock. He was doing exactly what I had suggested, he was using a Fleshlite to jerk himself off. My problem was that my formerly virgin ass was now that Fleshlite. I was nothing more than an object for him to use to make his cock feel good. Over and over he punched his massive cock into me, forcing my tight, formerly un-molested ass to stretch out to accommodate his tool. It was incredibly painful, yet he did not slow down or show any sympathy for my pain. He was fucking me as hard as he could, punching deeper and deeper into my guts. I was nothing more than a hole for him to jerk off into. As I writhed in pain, unable to get away or stop what was happening to me, my mind started to wander. The pain had caused me to try and blank off what was happening to me. My thoughts went to Steve and how he could do this to me. I thought we were friends. It was as though he was trying to hurt me, although I know that is not the case. He simply needed to feel good, fuck a hole and get off. In order to do that, I was forced to endure some pain. My pain was simply a byproduct of his needs. I realized, his indifference to my suffering made sense - when using a Fleshlite, you don’t care or even consider what the Fleshlite is feeling while pounding your hard cock in and out of it. It’s just an object to be used. Just like me now. I was being used to provide his cock with pleasure. Steve is an aggressive fucker. His cock is rearranging my insides, stretching me out and making my hole into his personal masturbation tool. He is not doing it to hurt me, he is doing it to make himself feel good. “Fucking take that cock. Yeah bitch, I am opening your cunt up and re-sizing it to fit my meat.” In and out. Over and over. With each inward thrust he manages to get a little more of his massive cock into me. In and out. It feels like someone is pile driving a two by four into my guts. Then Steve grabs my hips and pulls me fully into him. I feel those ginger pubes smashing against my butt cheeks and I know he is inside me fully, he is balls-deep. He lets it sit there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being fully hilted. “Now I want you to start clenching your cunt muscles, make me feel good. Just like you were doing with your throat muscles. Yeah, just grip my cock with your hole. That’s better. But you need to milk it. Open up and relax as I punch into you, then grip down as tight as you can as I start to pull out. There you go, just like that. Now you are getting it. You are a good little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Steve was pounding the hell out of my ass. He was really throwing it to me and even though I begged him to slow down, to take it easy on my sore asshole, he just laughed at me. “Get used to it, bitch.” Him calling me bitch, made me understand that my friendship with Steve is over. He no longer sees me as his friend, or even as another guy. I am nothing more than a cum rag to him. A thing to take his loads and wipe his cock off on when he is done jerking it. He pounded my ass for over an hour. The friction from his mostly dry cock, felt like sandpaper inside me. Occasionally he would add some spit to minimally lubricate my fuck chute. Eventually I was begging and pleading with him to cum in me, just to end this torturous assault on my ass. Then I felt his cock engorge a little more and push as deep as it could go. He unloaded his nuts into my ass, finally providing some lubrication. He fucked me for another ten minutes to insure his cum was pushed deep inside, where it would not drip out. “Ahhhh fuuuuck! That felt amazing. I made the right decision in turning you out. You are much more useful as a Fleshlite than you ever were as a friend.” I lay there on the ground looking up at Steve. He looked down and grinned. “You took my cock like a pro. I just knew you had a pussy down between your legs. Any hole that can take a cock as big as mine in the first go, with only minimal bleeding, was made to take cock.” “That was rape.” “No, it wasn’t, it’s not possible to rape you. The rest of this trip is going to be great, we can relax and not spend every waking moment thinking about busting a nut. Whenever we get horny, we can just bend you over and take care things. It’s going to be great couple of weeks now that we have a place to dump our loads.” “What do you mean we? You can’t tell the guys!” “Of course, I am going to tell the guys, what kind of friend would I be if I did not share my toys. Now that you are officially a Fleshlite, the other guys might want to use you to jerk off into. It would make me a selfish bastard, if I tried to keep your new role as my personal fuck toy, a secret, and did not share your holes with them. I am many things, but selfish is not one of them. I am happy to share my toys with my friends. I am a nice guy, after all." “I was your friend too! You did not seem to have a problem treating me like a solution for your needs, regardless of what I wanted or did not want. You just raped me and dumped your cum loads inside me.” “Raped you? You can’t rape an Fleshlite. Its sole purpose is to take cock. After all, you are the one who suggested that I find an alternate pussy to use. It was your idea. Then you opened your mouth and showed me what a perfect fuck toy you actually are. You massaged my thick meat with your throat muscles and thru your actions, encouraged me to cream your tonsils. Then as I was plowing your tight, little asshole open, like you suggested, you were begging me to shoot my load in you. You ceased to be my friend the second you swallowed my creamy cum load and you ceased to be a man when you begged for my cum inside of you.” “Please, just don’t tell the guys.” "I believe that it’s important that they know, if only so we don’t have to sneak off somewhere private to have you drain my balls four or five times a day. It will be much easier if it’s out in the open. Everyone shares your holes. Besides, my real friends, the ones that don’t take dick and swallow jizz, are going to be curious. It’ll be interesting to see how the guys you grew up with and hung out with, as equals, are going to react to the fact that you are, in reality, a cum guzzling fuck toy. I wonder if any of them will be surprised? I imagine it will be very embarrassing, for you, to beg them to use you for their sexual gratification. Pleading with your former buddies to feed you their cocks and cum. It will be awkward, at first, but once they have seen, and felt, your holes in action, I bet every one of them are going to want to jerk themselves off using your mouth and your pussy instead of their right fist. And once they actually get a feel of your cunt muscles clenching around their hard cock’s, I bet they are going to want to have a “release”, like you, around, all the time.” “Since your true purpose in life is to take cock and assist men in getting off, it would be a criminal waste not to tell them, so they can use you. They are men and have cocks, that’s all you need to care about. I am sure that even though they will cease to be your friends, once they have cum inside of you, they will see the advantage of having a fuck toy, like you, around to use. You will still get to "hang out" with them, just in a very different role.” The idea of my friends finding out that I have Steve’s cum loads in my stomach and in my ass was terrifying. I grew up with these guys, I have known them for years, and now they were going to be told that I am Steve’s personal Fleshlite and that my holes are available for them to use. Steve tucked in his still semi engorged cock and zipped up his pants. He looked down on me with cold eyes, showing no compassion for the violent transformation he just put me thru. “C’mon, hole, lets go” I jumped at his command and pulled on my underwear, pants and shirt. Steve pulled out his knife. I looked even more shocked and backed away from the giant redhead with a knife that had just raped me. “Relax, I am not going to cut you. Just bend over.” Steve spun me around and bent me over at the waist. He fingered my ass thru my pants. I felt him grab a fold of fabric and pull it towards him. He then used the knife to cut a hole in the ass of my pants and underwear. He ripped it a little and rammed a thick finger into my well fucked ass. “That’s better, now there’s nothing covering your hole. A fuck toy, like you, should be easy to use. Now when I get horny, I can just bend you over, exposing your tight little fuck hole and ram my cock home.” He stood up, unzipped and punched his cock into me again, just to show me that he could. “Ohhhh, fuck yeah, I am going to be using this hole a lot from now on. You were obviously made to serve. You are whining that you don’t want to be my fuck toy, and yet you are clenching your cunt muscles on my cock making me feel good.” He was right, I was squeezing down on his fuck stick. The muscle memory from my recent cunting, just kicked in. He had already trained me to make him feel maximum pleasure while inside me. He held me there for a moment, while he enjoyed the clenching sensation my chute was giving his meat. Then he started stroking in and out again. He was jerking himself off, using me as his cock sleeve. After about twenty minutes he shot another hot, creamy load in me. I could feel my ass overflowing with his jizz. Wet globs of cum dripping down my taint and thighs. “Wow, I made a mess out of your back end. Looks like you will get your wish. I won’t have to tell the guys about your new role in our group. My cum loads dripping out of your crotchless jeans will tell them everything they need to know.” On the walk back to the cabin, Steve fucked my butt, again. He must not have been kidding about how horny he was, going without for the past three weeks. We came upon a fallen tree, and Steve forced me to bend over the trunk with my ass in the air. With the hole cut in the rear of my jeans and underwear, he did not even need to pull down my pants, he just rammed his cock right in as soon as he had me bent over. This being the third time he had fucked me, my ass was still stretched out and full of his jizz, so he slid in with a lot less resistance than the first time. He pulled out fully, then punched his way in again, and again, over and over, destroying my sphincter. His cuntbuster punching into my abused, sperm filled, hole sounded like a plunger working on a big clog. Wet, sloppy, sucking sounds as my well lubricated cunt, attempted to get another load inside of it. The guys were not in the cabin when we returned, they must have gone down to the lake. Steve opened the front of his jeans, and pushed me to my knees and once again I found my mouth full of his thick cock. “Might as well jerkoff, since we are alone, with nothing better to do.” With his hands gripping my head tight to his crotch, he backed up and sat down in one of the lounge chairs, I was positioned between his thighs, with my head bobbing up and down on his meat, with my back to the door. I could hear the door open and they guys coming in, but could not see them. My field of vision was completely occupied by Steve’s flat stomach and his thick bush of red pubes. “What the fuck is going on here? Is that Peter sucking your cock?” “Yeah, little pete here, volunteered to be my fuck toy and help me jerk off.” “Pete’s gay?” “I have no idea……the subject of whether he preferred guys to girls never came up. However, he made it very clear that he was a faggot, cum dump, available for use as a hole.” “How can he be a faggot and not gay?” “Gay guys want what straight guys want, someone to love, good sex, a relationship, but with another guy. But fags, they are different, they aren’t in it for love. Fags want to be used. To give pleasure to those using them. It’s not a mutual interchange, like sex, It’s more like a service. Fags get pleasure from serving those superior to them. Fags allow themselves to be penetrated with a man’s cock, because it helps the man using them bust a nut. It’s not really sex, its masturbating with a fag’s holes instead of your right hand. “What do you mean? I don’t get it. It looks like you are having sex with him right now. Oral sex anyway, although it looks like pete has jizz dripping out of those crotchless jeans. So how is this not gay?” “Again, I’m not having sex with him, I’m just using one of his holes to jerk myself off. I’m not gay, there are no emotions, like love or lust, involved with this act, it’s just a way to get off.” “You are going to have to explain this to us. Tell us the whole story on why pete has your cock in his throat.” So, Steve tried, again, to explain my new role to our friends. Although, I guess Steve was probably right, they would no longer be my friends once I started serving them. I listened while Steve convinced my former friends to use me for their pleasure. The whole time, bobbing my head up and down on Steve’s oversized cock. “We were out in the woods and I was telling pete how horny I was since I broke up with Angie and how fisting my cock did not feel as good as Angie’s sweet pussy. I told him how good her tight warm hole could feel wrapped around my meat. pete suggested I just needed to find a substitute pussy to use. I just needed a better way to masturbate, he explained. He said that since I wanted a warm wet hole to get off in, I should use one of his. Suggested that I could jerk myself off using his holes instead of my right hand. He asked me to use him like any real man would use a pocket pussy or a Fleshlite." This was not the truth, it was not how it all occurred, but I was unable to give my version of events, since my mouth was filled with Steve’s cock. “So you are just using him as a place to dump your loads and he’s OK with you using him without a condom, and cumming in him?” “When I was masturbating myself with his ass, he literally begged me to cum inside of him.” Again, not the truth, or not the whole truth anyway. I did beg him to cum inside me, but only so that the brutal fucking he was throwing me would end and my ass could get some rest. “Go ahead try it out. I jerking off in this end, but the other hole is open and ready to be used. I even lubricated it for ya.” “It feels a little weird using pete as a fuck toy. I mean we grew up together, hung out as equals, he’s on the team.” “I understand your feelings, and may have a solution for you. Stop thinking of it as pete. Pete no longer exists, this is a Fleshlite, a pocket pussy, a substitute cunt. Only it’s better, cause it cleans itself up. Think of it as an object, like a frying pan or a toilet, use it when you need to, then forget about it when you don’t. Even better, think of it like that old crusty tube sock under your bed in junior high. You would pull it out when you were horny, jerk a load off into it, wipe of any excess jizz with it, then toss it back under your bed until the next time you need to empty your balls. Did you ever worry about how that sock felt when you wrapped it around your meat, pounded it hard and busted a nut into it? Of course not, it was just a place to dump your sperm. That’s what pete is now.” “You’re right, it does make it easier to think of it that way. But it still seems strange to call it pete, after all pete was a friend. Shouldn’t it have a new name to better fit it’s new position in life? To use your analogy, why don’t we call it tubesock from now on? “I like it! Come here tubesock, I need to jerk off.” One of the boys got behind me and placed his cock against the opening of my ass. I could not tell who since my face was buried in Steve’s crotch. Without a second of hesitation, whoever it was shoved his rock hard prick up my ass so hard and so fast I didn't have time to scream around Steve’s cock. He fucked my ass as if I was his personal slut. He didn't care how I felt or how painful it was as he tore my asshole open, none of them were going to care. I was going to be used by this group of men for their pleasure and their pleasure alone.

There Thursday till monday. No loads refused

lol despite getting confused at times about who was doing what to whom, i never lost my boner 😜 i lived a tamer version IRL

Every time I think this post has reached its geriatric stage and withered away from bad hygiene and poor diet someone puts electrodes to it and resurrects it.

Actually my experience is that size isn't what matters in a bad fuck. I've had rotten experiences with small and huge alike. And I've had some of my peak experiences with both small and huge.

From another thread from AirmaxUK - W3W refs - header identifies the fuck tree as \\\sits.quench.roses and the darkroom as \\\edit.pile.treat

DM sent!

Good boy. Show us ur updated face pic or at the least to me in pm like a good boy. Hot ass btw. Wish u lived in malvern and I owned that ass as I'd love to wake up to it in my face every morning ready to rim and eat out then bb top u before finding other men to share it with.

Twinks. Twinks in Rubber. Twinks in Rubber and Piss. Oh I have a boner now.

Being bisexual, a trans man would definitely be satisfying. I love fucking and eating pussy and some trans masculine men are really sexy. If they have had top surgery and on testosterone, they are basically hot men with a bonus hole.

Speaking as someone in his late 50s, I wouldn't call it ageism any more than it's sexism if you're not attracted to women, or racism if you prefer someone of a certain color. I know many on here take on all cummers but some people are just attracted to whom they're attracted. I'm typically into younger guys and picky at that. It's a bit ironic because most of my platonic friends are quite a bit older. Yeah, it's difficult but that's my "fault". If I could be attracted to everyone I'd get laid a lot more! So I can hardly take offense to someone who rejects me as too old, or not buff enough, or whatever. That said, there's no need to be rude about it. Politely indicate your disinterest and move on. Similarly, when you're the one rejected (which predictably happens to me much more often than not) don't get aggressive or creepy, move on.

Chapter 4 “Don’t worry Jakey, Taron is a good friend of mine and he doesn’t mind getting to know a sweet gay boy. Why don´t you show him some appreciation for being so nice to you?” My head went back to his face, this was all too fast for me. I´d never been walked in on during sex, much less have anything with more than one person. “Fuck, you´re so sweet when you´re confused! We´ll have so much fun breaking you in baby!” he said. I was faster this time “Wait man, I´ve never said I´d let anybody break me in here!” I even managed a slight scowl, which I was quite proud of. I wouldn’t let things just completely get out of hand! They both laughed and Taron´s hands on my head massaged harder, while he let them slowly get down to my neck. A slight moan escaped my lips. He spoke up: “Of course you didn´t sweety. But you know, we have some experience with cute boys like you. And until now, everybody just loved to have his holes around our cocks, like you just did. And you enjoyed that, right? I´m just very sure another cock for you wouldn´t make it worse, but just way better…” With that, he slipped onto the sofa, held my gaze and traced his right hand along my arm, pulling it up and letting my hand fall onto his bulging towel with his on top of mine. He then proceeded to wrap his (and in turn mine) around his bulge and moved it up and down. I just went along and felt his cock underneath the towel get harder and flex a couple of times. I swallowed hard. “Wow guy, that’s… I mean, I don’t know what to say really, I´m not usually this bad with words but… Oh my god what’s happening here?!” I laughed a bit. Jamal spoke up “Oh well Jakey, we´re just showing you the joys of life and what you missed out on until now!” “He then went closer to my ear and mumbled “You´re gonna be a good boy and take care of Taron, right? Make him feel good? Cause I´ll get another shot of G for all of us to loosen you up a bit.” He stood up and went into the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Taron still held my hand around his cock and smiled a lopsided smile at me. “Don´t worry, we´ll just have a really, really good time!” I nodded meekly. “Hm, I guess you need some more help to leave this shyness behind and just do what your nature tells you, hmm…?” he asked me with a glint in his eyes. With that he reached over me to pick up the pipe and light it. I looked up at him, taking a big hit and looking sexy as fuck. Then he leaned down, whispering “Open up!”, barely letting any smoke escape his mouth before crashing his lips onto mine and pushing a lungful of smoke into me, while slowly making out with me and sealing my mouth. His lips felt amazing and I felt my heartbeat quicken. After a while of making out, I withdrew and blew the smoke out, feeling a mix of relief and horniness wash over me. Relieved of my nerves and horny for what I was still holding in my hand. “So baby, what do you want to do?” As the rush hit me, I grabbed his towel and tried to take it off of him, but he pushed my hand away and askes again, taking my face into his hand and turning it upwards, so I had to look at him: “I asked you something and you will answer, alight?” I nodded. “Please, can I see you cock?” “Sure babe” he chuckled. “Take it off now.” I carefully lifted his towel to look at his cock. I knew his proportions already from handling it through the towel, but damn… it was just so marvelous to see it! The dark head protruded from the foreskin a bit. It was pretty much all the same thickness, with the middle being slightly bigger than the rest. I reached for it, but my hand was slapped away again. Confused I looked up, but then quickly realized. “Can I touch it?” Taron chuckled. “Good sweety, you learn fast. Yes, feel that black beauty!” I put my hand around it and stroked the foreskin up and down, my mouth watering. “May I lick it?” I heard a chuckle from behind me. “You got that boy trained already man!” I looked back at Jamal, who had come back from the kitchen with three glasses, looking down at me, his cock sticking straight out. I blushed. “Well, he definitely needs to be trained!” Taron just said, while caressing my head with his right, before reaching up and taking two glasses from Jamal. “Don’t worry, we´ll do that for you…” Taron said, while holding one of the glasses to my lips. “Drink up baby and then you can lick my cock!” I let these men guide me into my second dose of g, this time prepared for the taste, but somehow it wasn´t as awful as I remembered. Maybe I was too high already. Or just too focused on other… matters at hand. Before I went down on Taron, I remembered to ask this time and I was kind of proud of me for being so considerate. “Am I allowed to suck you?” …considerate? About asking a guy to let me suck him? What was happening to me? Taron chuckled. “Of course, take as much as you want!” With that I didn´t just take a lick as he had offered me before. I took his head into my mouth and started going down on his cock in one go.

The first time we connected, we agreed to meet in a park where we made our transaction. Several times after that, he would meet me at my house, an hour late, or two hours late, or he wouldn’t show up at all. It drove me crazy, but dealers are hard to come by, and I knew that if I pissed him off, I’d probably have a tough time finding another connection. After we’d met up maybe half a dozen times, I guess he decided that he could trust me, and he started having me meet him at his apartment. That worked out great, no more having to wait around, hour after hour, for him to show up. He would answer the door, we’d make the transaction, and I was on my way. One Saturday afternoon, after the usual frustration of trying to connect with my dealer, I finally got him to answer his phone, and he told me to meet him at his apartment. Fine. At least I wouldn’t waste an entire afternoon waiting for him to show up at my house. No matter how many times I met up with my dealer, I was always extremely nervous, so I got in the habit of taking a couple of big hits on my bubbler, before I left the house. That always made the tension and nervousness roll right off of me. I pulled on a pair of 501’s, my boots, and my black leather motorcycle jacket (no shirt), and headed out. Traffic was good, and parking was easy, so it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his apartment. Apparently the leather motorcycle jacket look gave him the idea that I was in the mood for some action, because, for the first time, he invited me in. As soon as I was inside, he offered me his pipe, and, of course, I accepted. I took a good hit, then handed it back to him. After we each had taken a few hits, he asked me if I did G. I said, “Sure,” so he went out into the kitchen to mix it up with some Gatorade. He handed it to me, and I drank it right down, as usual. But, man, this was some strong assed stuff ! It made me feel extremely dizzy, and just before I passed out, my eyes closed, and I could feel him unzipping my jacket and tearing open my 501’s. The last thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch, feeling his mouth on my cock. When I came to, I was all put back together, but I was still feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn’t help but notice that, now, there were 2 more men in the apartment. It turned out that one guy was another customer, and the other guy was my dealer’s supplier. The customer was a hot young guy who looked like he was barely of age, if that. He and my dealer were passing the pipe back and forth, and my dealer asked him what he liked. He said that he liked sucking big dicks. My dealer said, “I’ve got a pretty big dick,” and he proceeded to haul it out. He wasn’t kidding. It must have been about 8” long, and quite thick, and cut, with a big helmet head on it. The kid wasted no time dropping to his knees, enthusiastically sucking my dealer’s hard cock. Soon, the kid stripped down, and he resumed sucking. I asked the kid if he wanted to have his cock sucked, too, and he said, “Yeh !” So, I went right to work on him. I’m one of those guys who gets Tina-dick, as soon as I start partying. Not these guys. I was surprised that, even though they’d both been hitting the pipe, over and over, their cocks stayed rock hard. While I happily sucked the entire length of the kid’s cock in and out of my mouth, my dealer placed his hands on the back of the kid’s head, and repeatedly forced his down into the kid’s throat, and held it there until he had to come up for air. It was fuckin’ hot to watch, and I wished that it was my throat that was getting fucked. Several times, the 4th guy in the apartment (my dealer’s supplier) mentioned that he needed a ride back to his house. After a while, the kid had to take off, so I volunteered to drive the supplier back to his house. Every time I think of that afternoon, I could kick myself for not hanging around. Maybe I could have had a nice long session partying with my dealer and sucking and riding his big cock. It was about a 30 minute drive to the supplier’s house, and we exchanged small talk, then he suddenly blurted out, “Have you ever thought about becoming a dealer ?” I admitted that I hadn’t, and he proceeded to give me kind of a soft sell proposition. “You want some real quality shit, not that stuff he’s dealing you, that’s been cut so many times that you can hardly raise a decent cloud.” Well, he was certainly right about that. I told him I’d give it some serious thought, and I’d let him know. When we got to his house, he said, “Come on in. I’ll show you some real quality shit.” No way was I going to refuse THAT offer. I parked the car, and we went inside. Having never been in a supplier’s house, I didn’t know what to expect, but it looked pretty much like any other average house. He quickly gave me the ten-cent-tour, casually mentioning the sling that was hanging from a couple of beams in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw that. Back in the living room, he told me to have a seat, while he went out to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water. When he returned, he also had what I was pretty sure was his “stash” kit. Smart guy, I thought. Being a supplier, he must have had a fairly large quantity of Tina, well hidden, somewhere in the house, and he kept a small “stash kit,” just for regular use. “Have you ever done hot rails,” he asked me ? I said that I had done, a couple times. “Wait’ll you try this shit,” he said. “This shit will knock you on your ass ! But, in a good way.” And, he laughed. I was surprised that the only thing in his “stash kit” was one small baggie, about half filled with very finely crushed Tina. Again, he was being smart, not keeping everything in one place. From one room, and then another, he retrieved a large mirror, a long glass rod, and a lighter. After placing the mirror on the coffee table, in front of me, he layed out a couple of fat lines of the Tina, then he proceeded to move a steady blue flame up and down the tip of the glass rod. When he determined that the glass rod was blistering hot, he handed it to me, and said, “There you go. Do that one,” pointing to one of the lines on the mirror. I put the glass rod to my nose, and very quickly sucked up the entire line of finely crushed Tina, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second, before blowing out a huge white cloud. “You feel that,” he asked ? He already knew the answer. He could see my bulging eyes and dilating pupils,as the rush intensified and i gasped for breath, my head and chest feeling hot, and my heart beating a mile a minute. Again, he laughed. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get out of my clothes, which I did. I could feel my hole twitching, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock as I watched him reheating the glass rod. Then, he handed the rod to me, and told me to continue heating it. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he returned, he was minus all of his clothes, and wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a pair of black leather chaps, with his big black cock hanging down, very thick and heavy. Showing a big grin, all I could say was, “Whoa !” “I thought you might like that,” he said, as he took the glass rod from me, and heated it a little more, before he bent down and snorted the second line. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, and pressed his lips to mine, and shotgunned the cloud into me, completely filling my lungs. Now, I really was reeling. “Chug down that bottle of water, then follow me,” he said. I was more than happy to do as I was told. He handed me a black jock strap, and said, “Here; try this on.” I pulled it on, glad to cover my ever shrinking Tina-dick, and turned back and forth to see if he approved. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and hop in the sling,” he told me, which I was more than happy to do.

Barry and Jason adjusted quickly to their retroviral medications and were soon contentedly undetectable. All three continued to play together. The added dimension was many more men were invited to join them for bb sex in the hot tub and king size bed. It was not unheard of for eight bodies to wake tangled in the sheets and you could count on at least five of those men sporting multiple loads cradled in their guts. Chris continued to have lots of sex without the other two, and this became part of Jason's life as well. After three years of his daily Prep pill Chris found himself slipping up and missing doses more often than not. This didn't concern him a great deal and he realized it was inevitable he would be pozed eventually. He decided to take matters into his own hands, stop Prep all together and embrace the role of chasing. He couldn't stop dreaming of how fuckin hot it would be to have Jason pump the poz cum which would ultimately knock him up and infect him. He didn't want Barry to feel left out, and he knew it was a big ask, they could jeopardize their health, but he asked them both to go off their meds for him. Just for as long as it would take to convert him. Barry was understanding, but, adamant he would have no part in going off meds, let alone breeding toxic cum into Chris. Jason remembered how much he had enjoyed being a gifter. He had actually been missing the experience of pozing neg bottoms for a while. He loved the idea of being Chris's gifter and his and Barry's DNA being another bond for their trupple. After a couple of months of Chris and Jason abstaining from medications; and unbelievably, those same months Chris not receiving a single load, the appointed night arrived. Barry fucked Chris with a toothbrush to prep Chris's inner lining. Then he lined up Jason's naked toxic cock guiding it into Chris's unprotected raw twink ass. He then handed each a thin flute of champagne and toasted, "Let the pozing begin." The adrenaline rush Jason felt as his potent cock slid into Chris took his breath away. Chris looked deeply into Jason's eyes and didn't need to say a single word to express his mind fucking delight in chaser's heaven. The emotional bond they were forging was like a powerful electric magnet. The experience was beyond enjoyable, and far too precious to have pass as a quick pump and dump. They fucked for three hours in every position and at every pace and intensity they could imagine. They desperately wanted Barry to be part of this momentous coupling and found many ways to draw him into their sexual ballet. At one point Chris's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jason and Barry double penetrated him. It was at this moment Barry realized he regretted not also taking a med vacation and he apologized to Chris. Chris was in way too much agonistic pleasure to do anything but bend down and give Barry a deep tongue kiss as expression of his forgiveness. Barry was fucking Jason when Jason realized the volcano in the depth of his balls was stirring and on the verge of erupting into Chris's most intimate being. "Ready to get pozed you fucking pig!" "Oh fuck yeah! Blast in me! Fill my negative ass with every drop of your vicious sperm. Give me everything you've got!" "Here it comes .... augh ... augh ... fuck ... fuuuuuuccck! ... loading you man. Fucking blasting you full of my poz babies!" Jason was slamming into Chris. It was like a tsunami of cum blasting out of Jason's urethra. For Chris it was like a bolt of red hot lightning spewed into his bleeding guts from Jason's cock slit. Bolt after bolt after bolt burned into Chris's ass walls. Their joint orgasm brought Barry off as well. All three collapsed into a pile of heaving flesh allowing their bodies to find recovery from this epic little death. They had no thought of past, present or future. Jason bred Chris toothbrush irritated ass five and six times per day. Each fuck was as exhilarating as their first epic pozing romp. Jason was in seventh heaven each time his toxic cum was plastered on Chris's raw inner guts. He couldn't remember a time he had ever felt so powerful, so deeply alive and purposeful. Chris couldn't get enough ass abuse or high viral load sexual secretion from Jason. Within a short couple of weeks Chris was sicker than a dog. Even in his depleted state he begged Jason to pound more poison loads into him to ensure a good take of Jason's poz DNA.

After dinner the evening of their diagnosis Barry declared, "Forget cleanup and forget the hot tub tonight. Jason I need another of your payloads right now and Chris you need to use his highly toxic cum as lube. I need to ride and sample your beautiful cock for a change. Jason your toxic cum makes my ass fucking horny for some inexplicable reason. " Since Jason and Chris were always naked whenever they were home their growing hardons were impossible to hide. Not that they would do so from Barry's eyes. Jason had Barry's shorts around his knees and bent over the table in no time. He didn't waist a second in mounting Barry's hairy ass bareback and shooting a second toxic load to join the first from earlier at the clinic. Chris was quick to slide in when Jason pulled out; but, gave Barry a much longer ride on his naked turgid cock. They fucked in every position imaginable for two straight hours. Chris unloaded in Barry's ass as Jason pumped his highly valued toxic deposit into Chris's. They showered together before climbing into the hot tub with beers. Barry spoke first, "Fuck I can't believe how much I love your poz cock and cum Jason. I knew I loved bareback sex with you; but, this takes it to a whole new level." Jason, "I can't describe the high I felt pozing that nurse. I gotta get me more negative asses before I start meds. That's for sure!" Chris, "I told you guys how much I love taking charged loads. Now you know why I took Jason's fuck flu so lightly. I knew once you guys adjusted you would also be poz cum junkies. Welcome to the club." Barry queried. "Seriously Jason? You really want to infect other guys?" "Fuck yeah! Don't you?" "No! No I don't." spluttered Barry. "It's bad enough infecting my lover. " Enthusiastic Chris, "We should go to the bathhouse tomorrow guys. Let's celebrate your conversions. Jason, you might find a negative ass or three to knock up. Barry, I'm sure we can get that hairy bubble butt of your's loaded up. Enough cum in you, you can be sure of one or two were poz and toxic." "I don't know...."Barry tried to say. "Well I do." said Jason. "We're going. I am going to watch guys fuck and breed you Barry." And it was settled. They rented a big room with king size bed and sling.They never closed the door and other than Chris rarely left the room. Their antics, which included many guests, attracted an enthusiastic crowd. Barry had fortified his nerves with half a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He required both Jason and Chris's shoulders to manoeuvred through the bathhouse halls to their room. Without frequent customer Chris's encouragement the staff never would have let Barry in. In this drunken state and primed with poppers Barry spent most of his night in the sling taking a dozen loads between ass and mouth. Every trip away from the room Chris collected at least one more load up his eager bum. Preferably done in a public setting. This over and above the eight or so loads delivered during his time with his two cohorts in their room. Jason fucked any and every hole offered. As usual in bathhouses no questions were asked before he started . He was able to shoot off five loads into five different guys. With each he whispered his status news at the moment he ejaculated his poison. Each response brought him a unique pleasure. Three were shocked. One said nothing but had a look of utter tearor on his face. One proclaiming, "No I haven't started Prep yet. I plan to start it soon. FUCK, fuck you. " And the third, "Why didn't you tell me before we started? You should have you selfish fuckin ass hole!" He just thought, 'It was their responsibility to ask me rather than just blindly offer their vulnerable ass.' One guy was quite okay responding, "Yup, I'm undetectable. Fill me up. I think it's so fuckin hot. Thanks for telling me. " And the fifth was over the moon, "You're shitting me! You're really a toxic poz pig? Fuckin A man. I've been looking to get knocked up for three months. I hope your poison cum takes hold. Thanks. Thanks so much!" Most of the night all three asses were being pounded at the same time. Despite Jason's high drive to share his toxic seed, he was often taking loads as fast or faster than he planted them. The four of the five times he bred guys his ass convulsions brought off the guy deep in his ass. All three were too high, drunk and exhausted to drive home so they order an Uber. Chris's sex radar when ballistic the moment the driver pulled up. They drove two blocks and Chris stopped the driver so he could talk to a couple of male hustlers working the corner. He motioned for the three from the car to join the hustlers and him in an alley. Only the Uber driver got out of the car so Chris received three more loads to his already flooded hole.

PART 7 　 I got back in my car and just drove around for a bit, wondering what I was doing. I could think about nothing but cock in my ass for some reason. A week ago, I had been completely straight and no real thoughts about gay sex and now here I was with at least three loads of cum up my ass in a week. Damn, it had felt so amazing. I had just let some anonymous guy fuck me in an adult store through a hole and had loved it. My ass was on fire and I felt I needed more. What to do? I found myself pulling into a park here in town. I pulled over to think some more. I got out and made my way to a picnic table. I had brought along a can of Coke and opened it and was sipping and trying to wrap my head around what I was doing and what I was going to do. I was thinking so hard I didn't notice that another car had pulled in and a guy approached the table I was at. Then he was asking if he could join me and sit there also. I just kind of nodded ok without paying any attention, really. Then it dawned on me he had sat down on the same side of the table as me. Glancing his way, I noticed he was sitting astride the seat with one leg under the table and the other somewhat straight out on the other side. He had on shorts and as I looked I could clearly see that his cock was hanging somewhat out of one leg of his shorts. It looked to be quite large and I could not take my eyes off of it. My ass was still tingling from just being fucked about a half hour before. As I looked I could see it start to come up some. He saw me looking and stood up and dropped his shorts off and as he did his cock was really starting to stand up. It was big. As I tore my eyes off of it and looked up, he was smiling and motioned for me to follow him. He kicked the shorts completely off then and started walking towards a pathway. Mesmerized, I got up and just followed along. We got just a short distance down the path and it widened up and he stopped. I walked up to him and he, without a word, reached out and I let him start pulling my clothes off. I couldn't seem to move. He soon had me naked and himself as well. He I turned my head to look back and he lined his cock up with my hole and just thrust in in one lunge. The last thing I noticed before it was covered up by my body was that he had a tattoo just over his cock that looked like a biohazard sign I remember seeing. Then he was deep inside me and I was groaning in the fantastic feelings he was causing my ass. He started somewhat slow but that was just a few strokes and then he was pounding my ass with a fury. Every thrust inward he would grind around and then back out till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard and more grinding like he was drilling for oil or something. It was amazing. My own cock was soon hard as a rock too. He kept up the drilling for a good ten minutes and then all at once he pulled out. He leaned over me and finally spoke, "You are loving this aren't you? We had to make sure it really feels good forever." He then thrust at least three of his fingers up my ass and ground them around hard and as he pulled them out I felt his fingernails drag out and I almost screamed from the agony. He then rammed his cock back in me hard as he dropped his hand in front of my face and I could see blood all over his finger tips. He was again destroying my hole with his pounding, hard and fast and deep and still grinding into me. He then said, "I'm getting close now. Get ready. Here comes my nice poz load up your ass." I had no idea what he was talking about but as he was cumming my own cock erupted too. He ground in me hard for a bit and then pulled out. As we straightened up he said, "I hope you enjoy my nice gift." I said, "I am loving cum up me now." He said, "Not the cum but what is in it." I said, "What do you mean, do you have an STD?" He grinned and told me, "Kind of one. I have AIDS and now you will too. That's why I scratched your ass up good to make sure it took." I could only just stand there in shock as he put his shorts back on and took off.

Part 7 I couldn't concentrate on work over the next few days. Hell, I couldn't concentrate on anything! Wondering about what would happen when I returned to Frank's place on Friday was very distracting, so I replayed the events of last weekend many times in my head. I had taken 4 poz loads. I had taken them knowingly and willingly. At first I was shocked that I had done it. It was hard to believe. But each time I thought about it, it seemed more real, and I was more excited about it and less apprehensive. I said it out loud, "I took 4 poz loads." The fear was less. In fact, it made my cock hard to say it. I said it again, and the fear seemed to dissipate. Actually, there was still some fear, but it was a different kind of fear. It was the fear of the unknown, the fear I felt taking on a challenge. But there was also the resolve I needed to have to face the challenge. I knew deep down that the fear would not stop me. My cock was hard more often than usual, even when I was dealing with work issues and day to day things. But I did not give myself any release. It felt like that would be wrong, that I should not cum until I was with Frank and Craig again. I kind of enjoyed this self-imposed celibacy. It was certainly a new experience. It was the longest 4 days I had ever experienced, but Friday finally arrived. After lunch I hurried through some work that had to be finished. Around 3:30 I called Frank's house. Craig answered, "Hello?" "Hi Craig, it's Jeff." "Hey white boy! You need to get your ass over here!" He had a friendly tone, I heard an edge to it. "Jeff, I'm sorry if that sounded pushy. Frank and I are expecting you... whenever you can get here. Can you come for dinner?" He was trying hard to be relaxed, but that edge was still there. "I can come over any time now. I'm done with work for the day." "Great!" he almost shouted, "Jeff babe, I really need you here." That was wonderful to hear. "I need to see you again, too. I need to see both of you." He let out a nervous little laugh at that. "Jeff, I have to be honest with you. Since you left the other day, things have been a little tense here. Frank hasn't touched me since then. That's weird- he usually fucks me at least once a day. I finally asked him about it yesterday because it was messing up my mind." "Craig, I don't want to come between you, believe me." "I know babe, and it's not like that. It's cool. He told me he has been saving it all up for you. It's like some kind of self-imposed chastity. And that's freaky because he is the most highly sexed man I have ever known. And me too! I haven't even jacked off. I'm horny as hell and I'm about to explode!" "Craig, you won't believe this, but I haven't touched myself since Monday either, and I am just as horny!" "Well, get your sweet ass over here now! We've been working like dogs getting things ready for you. And plan on spending the whole weekend, OK?" "OK! I'm going to pack a bag and then I'll come right over." "Don't bother packing too much- you won't need clothes!" He laughed. I packed quickly and started my drive to the lake. What the hell had they been working so hard at? Well, I would find out. I arrived a before 4pm. Frank was waiting in the driveway just like last time. He was beaming, and he greeting me with a deep kiss and wrapped me in his arms. Our hard cocks pressed against each other. "Jeff my boy, I think we have an emergency upstairs. Let's go." We hurried into the house. Craig was nowhere to be seen, but that thought quickly passed. Frank's arm was around my shoulders again. The warmth of his body and his masculine scent were all I could think of. We ended up in the bedroom. We both shed our clothes as fast as we could. His thick uncut cock was already leaking precum. He led me to the bed and we lay down together. Frank started to kiss me again, running his hands lightly up and down my body. I felt his body, too. My hands felt his strong shoulders, his beautiful furry chest, and of course my hands couldn't stay away from that cock. I slowly stroked it, pulling the foreskin back and then pushing it up to cover the head. He let out a deep, quiet growl, and bit my lower lip. He took hold of my shoulders and moved me onto my back. He was on top of me. My hand was still stroking his dick, and the precum seemed to pour out of it. He got up on his knees and grabbed my legs and lifted them. He bent his head down and licked my puckered hole. His tongue was forceful as he pushed it inside me. He started to grunt as he ate my hole like a hungry animal. I was in heaven! He lifted up his head and looked deep into my eyes. He straightened up and I felt his cock rest on my wet hole. He smiled and started to slide his cock along my crack, breathing heavier. Our eyes were locked, and a look of lust passed between us. "Jeff- Jeff- my boy Jeff- my Jeff." He was almost panting. "Jeff, I have been saving up my seed just for you. Do you want it?" "Oh yes! I want you to fuck me. I want you to seed my hole." "You know what that means. You know my seed will mark you. Is that what you want?" "Yes please! I want it so bad!" "This four day load feels very potent. It's a huge load- a huge poz load." "Poz me! Plant you seed inside me! Change me! Mark me as yours!" He reached down and I felt the head of his cock press against my fuckhole. He slowly pressed in. The only lube was his spit and precum. He was going very slowly, but as he entered me it started to hurt. But I did not want him to stop. "I know this hurts, boy. Open up and let me in. This is your destiny, boy." He pressed more of his cock into me. I cried out a little. He bent down and kissed me, fucking those fist couple of inches in and out of me. Each stroke was a bit easier to take, but I couldn't believe how hard and thick it was. "Your hole is so warm, boy," he whispered. And all of a sudden he plunged all the way into me. I let out a sharp cry of pain, which he muffled with another kiss. He stayed like that, kissing me while his dick remained planted in my hole all the way to the root. My hole twitched, try to accommodate this invader. "Oh my god!" he shouted out. I felt his cock throb, and with each pulse of it he let out a grunt. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His beautiful face thrilled me. He was cumming inside me! He pushed into me with the last few pulses and his last grunt turned into a long, satisfied groan. His body relaxed and lowered onto me, but his cock remained deep inside my hole. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear. I didn't want him to move. We stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of us speaking. His dick was still as hard as ever, and my ass was still adjusting. I squeezed my ass muscles gently and his arms squeezed me back. He let out a deep sigh and a soft chuckle. His eyes opened and found mine. "I am sorry, boy." "Sorry for what?" What was he talking about? "I'm sorry I came so quickly. But it was amazing finally being inside you." "I have no complaints. I think we both needed that." I squeezed my ass again. "And I don't think you are done yet." He laughed, and pushed himself up slightly. He reached between us and found my cock. He slowly rubbed it back and forth against his furry belly. "You're not done either, boy." "I will cum very soon if you keep that up," I said. He stopped and I whimpered a little. He laughed. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time." He held me by the shoulders as he scooted over to the bedside table, keeping his cock planted deep. He opened a drawer and said, "There's something here for you. It has your name on it." He pulled a buttplug out. He rose up and I felt his cock gradually leave me. He pressed the buttplug into my hole to replace his cock. He pushed it in firmly. "Leave that in there for now. Let that seed percolate and get absorbed. I'll be right back with Craig." He gave me a sly wink and got up off the bed, his still hard cock bobbing as he walked out the door. In no time at all he was back with Craig. Craig was naked and also had a raging hardon. The curve of it was matched by his broad grin. He jumped up onto the bed beside me and planted a kiss on my lips. He reached down and tapped the base of the buttplug. Frank moved over to Craig's side of the bed. He reached down and stroked Craig's cock and looked down on us kissing. "Jeff needs to let go of a load, but I owe you some, boy," he said to Craig. He started stroking his partner's dick with one hand, and fingering his hole with the other. Craig broke off our kiss. He looked up at Frank and said, "It's not going to take much for me to blow my load." Frank said, "I know, boy. But tell me when it gets close, and tell me in time." He reached down and took Craig's cock in his mouth. Craig moaned, and I reached over and pulled on one o his nipple rings. Craig moaned louder. Frank lifted his head up. "Tell him what you have deep inside you, Jeff." His hand started stroking Craig again. "I have Frank's load in me." "You want another load, Jeff?" "I sure do!" "Good. You are going to get many loads this weekend. Now I think you know what get's this boy really hot. Tell him about that load again. Use his magic word." Frank winked at me. I knew exactly what he meant. "Frank gave me his seed. He planted his poz seed deep." Craig cried out "Oh god! I'm so close!" "Hold on, boy," Frank said. he took his hand away from Craig's dick, and reached over and pulled the buttplug out of my ass. "Boy, plant that load in there too. He needs both our loads. Fuck him now!" He reached down and rolled me onto my side facing away from Craig. I felt Craig's dick plunge into my hole. He fucked a few rapid strokes and then I felt him shudder as he let loose with a load of cum. He seemed to cum forever. He eventually slowed down. "Boy, keep that cock in there deep and grab him tight," Frank demanded. Craig's arms circled around me. "Roll onto your back with Jeff on top of you." My back was on Craig's chest, and my hard cock was pointing at the ceiling. Frank bent down and took my dick in his mouth. he rubbed my balls with the palm of his hand as he gave me an expert blow job. In no time my balls began to pull up. I was close to shooting my load. Frank replaced his hot mouth with his hand and move closer to us. He was stroking me, and the head of my cock was bouncing against his big, hard cock. I gasped as my orgasm came over me. My cum started to shoot out, and Frank directed it onto his own cock. With each spurt, my hole clenched onto Craig's dick. At my last spurt, Frank reached down and pulled Craig's cock out of me. He climbed up and filled my hole with his own cock which was coated with my own load. It was so wonderful to feel him stretch my hole open gain. He kissed me, and slowly removed his cock, replacing it immediately with the buttplug. "There," he said, "that was a good start. Now I think it's time for a little nap before dinner." We all lay on the bed and snoozed for a bit. We were 3 happy men snuggling together. I was in the middle, and Frank's hand was resting under my balls, gently holding the plug in place. I couldn't stop smiling. Part 8 coming soon.

I hope he used his dirty rig.