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Even after all these years, I still can't wrap my head around how the pandemic changed so many lives—mine especially. If it weren’t for the virtual graduation and stretches of unemployment, I might still be motivated and naïve enough to believe in a life where I’d have a fiancé, spend nights in a place we shared with a mortgage and a couple of puppies. The kind of life that might warrant an editorial in Out magazine. But those were old aspirations. I don’t fantasize anymore. I focus on the present. Any carnal desires or cravings I have, Uncle Abel can provide. At the time around Summer 2020, I had stopped speaking to my parents, who were in Jersey, and my lease in Gainesville was about to expire. I was broke, living off my final paycheck from Walmart before my hours were cut and I was eventually let go. Nothing was working. Everyone seemed lost. On my last day of work, I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a post from Uncle Abel—my Aunt Chloe’s ex-husband. He had written about the importance of reaching out to each other during difficult times and had included a link to a food bank collecting donations. The last time I had seen Uncle Abel was when I was 19. Even earlier, when I was around 10 or 11, I remember staring at him longer than I did other people. He was an early sign that I was more attracted to men. I recall a trip to Myrtle Beach when I was 15, over Memorial Day weekend. He wore a red Speedo, and it was the first time his figure truly captivated me. He stood around 6’2”, bald, with a jet-black full beard and a broad chest, his pecs clearly defined. His nipples stood out, and the contour of his abs was visible even through his stocky belly when he stretched. He was fairly hairy, with curls covering his limbs—a perk of being part Greek. Uncle Abel had always been kind and soft-spoken, a demeanour that contrasted sharply with his sturdy, imposing physique. Every time we talked, I struggled to concentrate on what he said while staring into his light hazel eyes. He was excellent at grooming his facial hair. At that Christmas dinner—the last time I saw him—Aunt Chloe announced their separation, though she emphasized that he would always remain a part of the family. Surprisingly, the mood didn’t sour at all. It was also the first time I drank. My parents allowed it and Aunt Chloe worked for a liquor store. That night, after gulping 3 or 4 glasses of red, I was coming out of the washroom when I saw Uncle Abel waiting for his turn. I was already a bit tipsy and when the door opened I feigned a surprise reaction and held his arm with my right hand to tell him how the wine he brought was good. He laughed, telling me to take it easy. I didn't listen and slid the same hand downward to reach his back. I could still feel the fabric against the depth of it with his firm arch. He held my hand back to restrain me but it was slick and without any hostility. He let out another laugh and tells me to calm down now before going in. I waited outside til he was done. It went longer than my piss lasted. A number 2 maybe? Curiosity killed the cat when I put my ear close to the door and I heard the rhythm of skin slapping again skin. Was he uncut? I was getting hard now but I wasn't going to act on it. I hear a hushed sigh not long after and then the flush of the toilet. When the door opened, I stood at the opposite side of the hallway, tilting my head up and gave a wide smile. He tells me that I've had enough for the night and that I should go to bed. I tell him I will only if he tucks me in. Another smirk formed on his spartan-like face. His thick eyebrows curved in amusement and he tells me that he's happy that I'm finally comfortable with my sexuality and how I have plenty of time to fool around when the semester starts again. He even tells me that I should make the most out of my time there, since it'd be a waste for my thick dick sucking lips. I'm not sure if I heard it properly. A wink was the last thing he gave before going back to the living room. As for me, I went back to my room to jack off to the thought of Uncle Abel's uncut cock coming in my mouth without wasting a single drop. **** Since then, we kept in contact online with him liking some of my posts and us exchanging the usual wishes but my latent desire for him never resurfaced until I saw his post. It was August 2020 and I had turned 26 in February. I was already planning to live in my beat up corolla, finding ways to overcome the heat. I liked his post and messaged him; "Hey Uncle Abel, great initiative there. Wish I could donate but thing's have been kinda rough. Hope you're well and stay safe during these times" He replied within a few minutes. Asking me how I was and if I was okay. I tell him I was going to leave Gainsville, not sure of what my plan was but to drive south, maybe find something in Miami. He immediately called me after. His voice was just how I remembered, a few octaves lower but his cadence was quicker, similar to the way I would talk. He tells me to not go to Miami but to Fort Lauderdale. "I'm not going to let my nephew wander and waste his time. It's also not safe right now with this virus. Come here, please. Don't make me worry bout you." I didn't want to argue, it was an invitation that 17 year old me would have wet dreams of. I started the car after he tells me his address. Every hour during the drive he'd call to check up on if we hadn't spoken in years. It was reassuring to have Uncle Abel, I felt more secured with everything that was going on. Uncle Abel lived close to the beach. His house was by a canal and it seemed like he had established himself as the go to person for landscaping in Boca Raton. I parked next to his Audi in the driveway. When I rung the bell, the door opened without any delays and I see Uncle Abel with a mask. He pulls it down and says "Hey, buddy" and I leaned in to give him a hug. I held him tight with no resistance, close to the verge of breaking down in tears, overwhelmed with gratitude. "Let's settle you in now, feel free to make yourself comfortable. In an hour, we'll have dinner." I had a spacious guest room with a queen sized bed in between nightstands and a TV hung across. It didn't take long to unpack when most of what I had were sold off. I jumped on the bed and turned the TV on. The input channel on the top right indicated it was USB-C Hard Drive. The remote control I held was glitching with none of the buttons working but when I pressed play, a video started playing. A title card appeared. "The Making of a Cumdump IV: Greg's Cuntification'" In the same room I was in, I see someone who's probably around my age in a jock with his limbs tied to the bed post. Skinner but slender and tall. He was blindfolded with his ass lifted from a pillow being placed under. I then see Uncle Abel coming in full nude. Nothing short of my imagination. Just what I had envisioned. His cock was thicker than the cocks I've seen back in college. Lengthwise it hung off his crotch with his balls hanging down further. On his navel, a biohazard symbol ink centered itself. A sentence encircled the symbol, "Semen quod nos vincit" He started telling Greg that his hole was still tight and that it needed more work, inserting his fingers into Greg, causing him to tense up. The ropes he was attached to tighten when he pulled inwards. Uncle Abel hushed Greg to calm down, to give in and surrender his hole. It was what he had wanted. "No turning back now Greg, you're already one of us, we saw the results. Be a good sport and be proud of decision you've made, can you boy?" "I can, but Sir, your hands are huge, it's a bit too much" Greg responded in short breaths, bordering on painful. "I know it is, but it's not too much. Give it time, let the shards do its magic and breathe slowly. Remember who you are and why you're here." A jar containing some kind of shiny substance was by the nightstand. He coated his fingers before fingering Greg's hole. For almost 5 minutes, Uncle Abel kneaded Greg's ass and toyed his finger in and out of his hole. Not long after Greg's breaths were heavier, mixed with slight moans that got louder. "Wow, Sir, don't stop please..." "There's the Greg I know. You never give up. That's why you're one of us." Uncle Abel then took out a chest underneath the bed to reveal different kinds of toys in sizes I couldn't comprehend. Greg took each of the toys without any hesitation. The pitch of his moans changed depending on whether he was taking in a dildo or beads. When Greg's hole turned wider and more hollow, Uncle Abel climbed onto Greg to finally plow him. "Damn Greg, you're still tight. Looks like we could use some backup, what do you say?" "Yes, Sir, call the others, let them seed me too please." "Good boy. Frank's on the way and I see Hunter's car outside. Don't move. Keep your ass like this, I'm churning my charged seed into your charged hole." "You already came Sir?" "Of course, boy, why'd you think I stopped for a bit? Here's another load." Uncle Abel would clasp himself onto Greg each time he came, restraining himself by putting his head faced down onto Greg's back to exhale quietly. Gregg held the same expression of desperation and desire. His pupils were wide and glossy. I couldn't stop watching. I wanted to be Gregg. A wet spot formed through my jeans. My cock had never been this hard with precum. Another man then entered the room. It was Hunter. Close to Uncle Abel's age. He wore a white tanktop and jeans, carrying a stocky figure with a trucker cap on his head with a pair of colourful oakleys. His arms popped out from his sleeves showing his huge guns. He greeted them both casually, leaning down to Greg to ask him how his cunt is doing. "I see that Abel's work isn't even halfway done yet, is it boy?" Uncle Abel asks Hunter if he wants switch space. "Come here, tell me if this boy's still tight" Hunter took off his pants and climbed onto Greg's back. Uncle Abel moved to the other end of the bed with his legs spread out for Greg to savour the cum off his wet cock. "Aw he's loose alright, but this ain't a cunt yet" Hunter was rougher than Uncle Abel. His cock was longer too. Each time he thrusts himself into Gregg, cum would splash out. "You know boys, I've been keeping this load for a week now. You're one lucky cunt, Gregg. And Abel, great job as always." I couldn't make out what Gregg said, but it has to be one of approval from the muffled noise of him chocking on Uncle Abel's cock. He pulled Gregg of his cock to make him beg for Hunter's load. Hunter's pace never changed. "I'm very close boy, you want my load? Give you a recharge?" "Yes, Sir, recharge me with your load please. I need it" "Do better boy, embrace the pig in you. You can do it" "Please give me your seed Sir, I fucking need it it please I'm begging" Gregg was slurring, pleading for Hunter to come. "Stay still now, we don't want to waste any of my viral loads. How's yours, Abel?" Uncle Abel says that he doesn't know nor care. They high fived the moment Hunter climaxed. Gregg's hole was blooming with his sphincter closing and opening wide with strings of cum dripping down. Hunter brushed it to feed it to both Gregg and Uncle Gregg. Another man then entered the room after. Frank. "What's up boys? I didn't wanna barge in but my my, what do we have here?" Just as I was ready to take my pants off to stroke I hear a knock. I flinched and turned the TV off. "Hey bud, you ready to go?" Bud. Hearing it now gave me goosebumps. "Yeah 5 minutes!" I quickly threw my stained pants off and put on a pair of khaki shorts. Uncle Abel brought me to a diner in Wilton Manors. There were a lot of men in this area, good looking and fit for the most part regardless of age. Took me a while to realize the neighbourhood was a gay one. So far I had never suspected Uncle Abel to be into men. From the way he and Aunt Chloe were together, you'd think that he was just a gentle giant who can be a bit flamboyant at times. When the waitress took our order, there was an awkward silent. I didn't want to bring it up. I didn't feel like talking after the drive and what I just watched. "It's nice to have you here Brad, your folks reached out to me when the lockdown started to ask of you. What happened?" I didn't want to explain why I shut off from a lot of people, only that I had to just move forward. "Well..things happened. Did you tell them I'm here?" "No.. you're an adult who can make decisions for yourself" Decision.... would I be given the decision Gregg had? What were his that led him to end up on the bed? "Yeah and really, I don't know how to thank you Uncle Gregg for letting me crash. It won't be long, I promise" "I don't want to hear it. You can stay as long as you want to. Now tell me how you've been, really. I want to hear all about it. School, sports, whatever" I tell Uncle Abel everything. I had nothing to lose so why hold back? I tell him how he made me realize my sexuality and that I still remember what he said at the Christmas dinner. "What did I say?" "That I should make the most of my dick sucking lips" "Did you?" Silent. It was hard to hold my bravado. Technically, I did. I'd go to frat parties and fool around with the insecure pledges or the big who's openly DL. I don't get fucked often and if it was, I always play it safe. The short lived relationships I've had can be described as vanilla and I mostly topped. Yet after watching that video of Gregg, I might have uncovered a scratch that I didn't know had existed in me. A kind of scratch that would convince me to be in Gregg's position. Bareback. I wanted to know what it was like to be bred. Uncle Abel repeated himself, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Well did you Brad?" "I did my best. One or two on a usual week, 3 or 4 if there's a party during the weekend. And you Uncle Brad? When were you into all of this?" "Your Aunt Chloe was always aware of my....disposition. We ended things cause Chloe found the right guy at the end. No hard feelings. It has always been obvious." I then felt his left foot close to my ankle, brushing my right calf upwards and downward, coming closer to my crotch. My expression froze. "You always have that deer in the headlights look every time I see you, even after all those years. What are you scared of?" I look down to see his foot in between my thighs, resting on the seat. "I'm..I'm not scared. It's just you....you make me feel weird, but not in a bad way" I was already aroused. I saw no point in stopping him or moving his leg. "As long as it's not bad, right?" I responded with a smile. The food came after. I was building up the courage to ask him what I had watched. In the car, I finally said it. "I watched a video that was on the TV in the guest room. I couldn't stop myself. Do you do that often? What does your tattoo mean? " I see Uncle Abel smirking before he responded. "The seed that conquers us. You like what you saw?" "Yeah. What does it mean?" "You're not ready for that, Brad. You still have a lot going for you" "What happened to Gregg?" "Gregg's still around. A fine man who's cunt gave us more recruits. Maybe you can learn the ropes a bit from him. No rush though" "What recruits? The latin phrase, what is it? What am I not ready for?" "Slow down now, bud. That Latin jargon? The seed that conquers us. The recruits? Just a few friends who I now call family. You're not ready cause you think too much. You don't know what you want." "What if I want you to fuck me?" "Not so fast, bud. We'll get there soon alright. Would you be open to Gregg and some friends joining though?" "Maybe. Yeah. Only if you start first." "Hah, see. There's the hesitation. You still have doubts. Finish the movie and then tell me if you're serious." I went straight to my room once we were back. I continued from when Frank showed up. He was older than Uncle Abel. Late 60s and thinner than Gregg. His veins were visible across his body and you can even see his collar bones in detail. His hair was in a pony tail and his chest was grey and thick. He had a beer can for a cock, larger than Hunter and Uncle Abel. Hunter whispered to Gregg that Frank's here. Gregg replied with repetitions of yes thank you. Uncle Greg was now also holding a pipe that he lit up to smoke for himself and the rest of the men. Gregg began to act more feral after exhaling the clouds. I wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't weed. Frank was slower than Hunter, more intimate with the way his hands would caress Gregg's side and back. He was still tied up. "Your pussy is starting to feel like a cunt, boy. Loose and tender like a well done steak. You're just a piece of meat for us, isn't that right?" "I can be whatever you want Sir, just promise me that you'll give me your seed" "Oh I will...don't you worry bout that. It'll be slowly but surely. You see boy, I don't just come, I leak like a broken faucet. See that cum dripping?" For a while, the men barely made any noise. Close to Frank and Gregg was Hunter who had been sucking Uncle Abel off by the nightstand. I only hear the gush cum coming of Gregg's hole with Frank's thrust. It was hypnotic and I stepped into a trance. Suddenly, a knock came on the door. I tell Uncle Abel to come in. He enters with a black satin robe. He sees the TV and me in my briefs laying with my hands behind my head, arms wide open with elbows out. "Well you're quick. Enjoying it so far?" "Yeah. This is better than porn" "Sure it is. It's real. Want try something?" He takes out the same pipe that was seen out from his pocket. On his other hand, a torch. "Don't move. Stay like that." I stayed with my legs now stretched outward. I imagine if this was what Greg experienced but without the ropes restraining me. My back was also against the bed. Uncle Abel lit the pipe and brought it close to my mouth. I took a few deep inhales and exhales. I started to feel electrified, as if my senses were firing up. My eyes widened and I tried to stay still from Uncle Abel's instruction. My elbows were still up with my pits exposed and I started to sweat. It felt as if the the thermostat turned higher. "Stay still Brad. Or do you prefer boy? Or are you a fag huh?" "Whatever you want Sir.?" "You'll be my boy for now. Fags are filthier. You're not filthy, are you boy?" "What do you mean, Sir?" "Your pits. They're filthy and could use some cleaning." "Go for it Sir." "Don't move, boy." I continued to stay still. Uncle Abel climbed onto the bed and we were face to face with him a bit higher. He looked down on me with a kind of hunger, diving down to my pits without a warning. The smoke I had ingested made me immune to any ticklish feeling I would normally get. Uncle Abel lapped his tongue on each side in intervals, instructing me to open my mouth for him to spit in. I was ravished by him. As aroused as I was, I couldn't manage a hard on. We kissed for the first time when Uncle Abel was done licking off my pheremones. I never thought I'd have his thick tongue dancing with mine in this moment. His robe had fallen to the floor and I could now see his tattoo in full. I also had the chance to have my gaze going down to finally see his beautiful uncut cock. It was hard and was tucked in a ring. Once we had enough of each other, Uncle Abel broke off our kiss and tells me that I have a lot to learn. He tells me good night and that he'll see me tomorrow. Just before he left to close the door he says.. "Ask yourself what you really want Brad and make sure you're certain of it. I trust you'll find your answers once you've reached the end of the film"

@negchaserlooking 🙂 @kitpig I mean, he is being paid to do a job. Just not maybe the standard form of payment is all. @nymidtowneast Thanks! Glad to hear it! @Medwaym Sorry to disappoint... but not yet... @plymsleazebear Do we? Are you sure? @billy88666 Like I said, sorry to disappoint. But we do have a few more stops... So, I'm going to try and get at least one update a week as my schedule at work allows, but I do have a certain something in the works that I am not ready to talk much about. (Those who know... know) Shouldn't take away from this story, but I'll go into detail when it's closer. Anyways, enjoy, and don't forget to leave a comment or suggestion on where you want to see it going! ---------------------------- Lesson 9- Power Lunch I sat back and relaxed in the leather seats, watching in silence as the radio softly played, not paying much mind to what was on. Occasionally, Greg would put his hand on my thigh and rub it, turning his head slightly towards me, his eyes hidden behind the dark aviator style sunglasses on his face. As the suburbs slowly gave way to the taller buildings of downtown. My ass throbbed, and I began to feel a slight dampness in my ass, as the loads in my ass slowly leaked out, despite my desperate attempts to hold them in. I began to shift slightly in my seat, not sure of why to do to protect leather below me. Suddenly, Greg slowed the SUV down, turning on his turn signal before pulling into an abandoned alley way. In silence, he put the car in park, sending something on his phone before grabbing my shirt and pulling him into a deep kiss. We sat in the muted silence of the car, our tongues slowly rubbing against each other as Greg slowly reached under my shirt, giving my well abused nipples and few painful pinches before slowing working his hand around to my back, and let his hand slip under the band of my sweatpants. His finger tips brushed up against my hole, feeling slick as a small glob of cum leaked out. Chuckling, he broke away, inspecting his finger before dipping it in his mouth, sucking it clean. “Looks like your Uncle Ben did quite the number to that pig hole, boy,” he said, smiling, “Did you enjoy getting a nice dirty load from his fat bear cock today?” I nodded, breathless from the kiss. “Yeah, bet that hole is fucking winking at me right now, all nice and stretched out now. Uncle Ben has the family strain, so you can take as many loads as you want from him,” Greg explained, running his now spit slicked finger through my hair, “He’s lonely after his breakup, so we sent him your number so that he can text you when he needs a hot little twunk like you to unload in. Just know that the men we will allow to breed you all will have our strain, so when you do get knocked up, we will know its at least ours. And if you’re especially good for the men who breed you, you might get a few fun surprises from me and Daddy Mike. That sound good, boy?” I nodded, feeling turned on and uncomfortable at the same time, part of me loving the idea of being passed around, and the other nervous at random men being given permission to use me. Reaching into the glove box, Greg pulled out a rather decent looking butt plug, slightly different from one they’d given me before. “Don’t want Uncle Ben’s hard work leaking out all over these seats, do we?” Greg asked, before spitting on the tip of it, “Let’s get those sweatpants down and help your battered hole keep that tainted load in. Besides, we don’t want you leaving a snail trail where we’re going next.” I looked around for a second, and not seeing anyone around, I slowly arched my back and lifted my hips forward, pulling the sweat pants off. Greg motioned for me to turn around and show him my ass, to which I silently complied. Slowly, Greg shoved the plug into my ass, taking his time and making me feel it as the plug slowly stretched my ass open. “Fuck yeah, your puffy little hole is drooling at me right now,” Greg said, snapping a quick photo of it with his phone as he talked, “Looks so nice and happy to have another load of bugs in it. I bet it wants stuffed again.” Finally, the plug slid home, and I felt it pressing slightly into my prostate, making me groan. Giving a playful pat on the base, began to push my ass back towards the seat. Slowly, I sat back down, before pulling my pants back up, noticing a slight damp spot at the crack. “Perfect fit in that sexy hole, boy” Greg said, smiling as he sat back in the seat and put the car back in gear, waiting as I slowly buckled my belt, each movement causing my prostate to be jabbed. ——— Not long after, we continued the drive before coming up to a tall glass building, pulling into the underground parking below it before getting out, and walked towards the elevator. With a soft ding, the elevator doors opened and we rode it in silence, as Greg texted someone. Finally, we came out into the lobby, and began walking to a small cafe. We waited a few minutes before being seated, with Greg taking the seat at the 4 top facing the door and motioning for me to take the seat opposite. We made small talk, looking over the menu when I saw Greg waving at me. Slowly, I turned around and looked to see who he was waving to, noticing Mike talking to someone before giving us a small wave. I smiled, and turned back around when Mike began to walk over, someone in tow behind him. Suddenly, Mike took a seat, giving Greg a small peck on the cheek as he motioned for the other person to sit. “Go ahead and take a seat while you wait,” Mike said, smiling, sitting casually in his light blue button-down shirt and slacks, a smart blue tie pulling the entire look together, “You can sit here while you wait for the offices’ orders. I’m sure all the staff will appreciate you doing this for them.” “I really appreciate you buying us lunch, sir,” an extremely familiar voice said, as they sat down. “No problem, son,” Mike said, smiling up at the person as he sat down, “This place is pretty busy, so I already texted the firm and told them we're take an hour and a half lunch today. So, feel free to take a load off while you wait.” I jumped slightly as I looked over, seeing none other than my older brother Ryan sitting down in the chair. Panic began to set in as my mind began to race, trying to figure out what to do. I drew nothing but a blank as to why I would be here, and felt my heart begin to race. “Riley?!” Ryan said suddenly, seeing me as he sat down next to me. “Oh wow, you two look almost like twins!” Greg exclaimed, smiling as he pointed first at me and then Ryan, “I’m guessing you two know each other?” “Hey Ryan…” I said silently, trailing off, wishing I could sink into the chair and die. I shot a nervous look at the Greg and Mike, suddenly convinced that this was now part of an elaborate prank to out me to my family. My mind immediately imagined my entire family walking into the crowded cafe, the two men suddenly filling them in on everything that had transpired, complete with photos and video, somehow playing on the flat screen in the cafe, currently displaying a midday news report. “Uh… yeah… this is my younger brother Riley. He’s back from his first year in college…” Ryan began to explain, before turning to me, confused, “Riley… what are you doing here?” “Oh, he’s a neighbor of ours and I invited him to lunch to discuss taking over the lawn care at our new house,” Greg explained smoothly, “We’re just so busy with my work and Mike is busy here running his firm, we just don’t have any time to work on our back yard. Your brother comes…” Cutting himself off, Greg reached for the glass of ice water, taking small gulp from the perspiring cup, before setting the glass back down. “Highly recommended from all the neighbors,” Greg said, clearing his throat slightly, “Even your parents recommended him. Asked us to keep him busy while you both are here for the summer.” “He just mows lawns over the summer for a little cash,” Ryan said, a slightly confused expression on his face as he turned his head, looking over at me. “Son,” Mike said, smiling, “Don’t underestimate your brother. One of my friend’s personally said he was extremely happy with all the hard work you brother did. Did an amazing job with seeding their yard today.” I blushed, suddenly realizing the hidden innuendo laced in Mike’s comment. “Oh, um… sorry sir…” Ryan replied, now feeling somewhat reprimanded, “Sorry Rylie, didn’t know.” “No problem, son,” Mike said, smiling before taking a sip of water as well, “I’m gonna hit the head for a second.” With that, Mike slowly got up and made his way through the quickly filling cafe. Smiling, Greg gave me a slight nod, motioning at me to follow as my brother looked down, likely replying to a text. Quickly I stood up, causing Ryan to look up for a moment. “I need to use it too, be right back,” I replied softly, before stepping back from the table and following after Mike. Silently, I followed stiffly behind Mike, feeling as the plug began moving around inside me as we walked and we made it to a short hallway. Holding the doorway open, Mike took a look around at the empty room, before leaning over and whispering in my ear. “Let’s go over to the big stall, sexy boy,” Mike said, before letting the door shut softly with a slight thump. I walked over to the large handicap stall, turning around as Mike followed behind me shutting and locking the stall. I went to open up my mouth to ask what was going on and for him to explain why he was bringing my brother to lunch, the accusation of Mike and Greg wanting to out me on the tip of my tongue when Mike grabbed the back of my head and we locked lips, before suddenly making out. Dazed, I was silent as he pulled back, giving an appreciative growl as he felt my ass crack, pushing the base slightly deeper in my hole. “Been dying to kiss your dirty fucking mouth, boy,” Mike whispered, “Nice and smoky still too.” I could only sigh, still in a slight daze as he reached down and began to fondle and roll around my balls. “Daddy Greg sent me the video of you pleasing your Uncle Ben,” Mike continued, squeezing my balls tightly enough to let out a small whimper, “You were so fucking hot begging for that diseased load, letting him defile you as you admitted to him what you are to him. Saying your nothing but a fuck repository for our superior toxic loads. You like hearing that boy?” Mike pulled out his phone and unlocked it, opening some app and pressing a button. Suddenly, I felt as the plug in my ass began vibrating hard and wiggling around as if alive in my ass. I felt my legs threaten to give out, grabbing on to Mike for support. “Yeah, fucking feel that plug work those toxic bug loads deep into your guts,” Mike growled softly, “Greg and I saw that the other day and thought of you… a nice little plug to help out our sexy little jock boy. Daddy Greg said you earned a surprise for being a good little slut this morning, and after seeing the video, I agree. You like it?” I could only nod breathlessly as Mike slowly sat me down on the toilet, and began to unzip his pants. “We’re short on time boy, and I want that plug to do its work,” Mike said, giving his hard cock a few tugs before tapping the tip on my quivering lips, “Suck a load out for me boy and show me how much you appreciate your new toy.” I quickly got to work, sucking his cock like my life depended on it as the plug vibrated and wormed itself around inside my ass. Occasionally Mike would groan grabbing onto my hair and giving a sharp hip thrust, driving his cock deep into my throat, eliciting a gag from me. “Fuck yeah slut, take daddy’s diseased cock down that tight pink throat,” he groaned, barely loud enough for me to hear, “You look so fucking hot with your soft pink lips wrapped around my poz cock. Gonna love breaking you in and turning you into my perfect jock cum dump. Whore you out to all our friends and let them see how fucking sexy and dirty you are.” I groaned at the words he said, drool dripping down my face as I willed myself to breath through my nose. “Yeah, going to be so fun taking out time and infecting you with our friends. Shape and mold you until we convert you with our seed and make you our son. Fuck, then I want to take you to the bath house and see you take every diseased load there, see you smile and bend over, holding your pig hole wide open for every man to dump in,” Mike muttered, grabbing the sides of my head and fucking my face harder, “Become nothing but a sexy pig boy, smoking a fat cigar and opening your body up to be a disease incubator for your daddies. Let your daddies cover your body with tatts and piercings to our liking… you want that? Let us use and defile you?” I nodded slightly, unable to say anything as Mike continued fucking my face with vigor, snot now dripping out of my nose, mixing with the copious amount of spit. “Fuck, I’m gonna give you my load now boy, fucking swallow every single drop of my superior man cum,” Mike breathlessly growled, his legs shaking as I felt his precum begin to lube my throat, “Eat the load that’s going to help remake you into a perfect pig.” With that, Mike breathlessly gasped, pulling back slightly and shooting rope after rope of cum across my tongue. Not wanting to disappoint, I began to suck hard on his throbbing head, running my tongue around on the head, making him gasp again. “Fuck yeah, baby boy, keep milking Daddy’s dick like that,” Mike softly gasped, his hands grabbing a handful of my hair and held it in place, “Suck out every last drop.” After a minute or so, Mike pulled out, tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping his pants up. Gently, he brushed my hair flat, before taking a small handful of toilet paper and helping clean me up. “Such a fuckin’ messy pig,” he said, smiling appreciatively, “Wait a few minutes to leave so we don’t make your brother think something is up.” With that, he tapped the screen of his phone and the plug stopped moving and vibrating. “Shit… Almost forgot to turn that off. Don’t need you cumming at the dinner table,” he said, chuckling softly. With that, he adjusted himself slightly and left the stall, causing the door to the bathroom shut softly. I waited a few minutes, my mind slowly clearing before I finally stood up, taking a quick piss in the toilet and flushing it. Silently, I looked back as the main door opened again. Part of my mind wondered if I was now going to suck Greg off, as my hormones raged, not having been able to cum still. I opened the door and slowly walked out, only to see my brother at the urinal, relieving himself. I walked over to the sink and began washing my hands, as I saw in the reflection of the mirror him finish up, before joining me at the next sink. “You ok? You both took a while in here, and you look pretty flushed,” Ryan said, nonchalantly, working his hands into a lather. “Yeah…. Um… there was a line and I really had to go…” I muttered, unable to think of anything better to say. “So… Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked, glaring at me. Ryan’s voice had a slight angry tone to it. My mind raced, thinking he had figured out what I had just done with his boss, unsure how he figured it so fast. “Tell you…. What…” I said, dumbly, feeling my stomach drop. “What do mean, ‘what’? That you knew my boss,” Ryan said suddenly, his annoyed expression looking at me in mirror, “I mean… Fuck! Could have used the heads up you know…” “I’m sorry… I didn’t know Ryan,” I said defensively, “Seriously. I’m just as surprised as you! Why are you so mad at me?!” “Fuck man… Sorry, I…” he said, sighing, "I just really want this internship to go well. This place is like the top of the top to work at. All the guys in my program were so fucking jealous when I got it… and I just… You don’t get it. I just really want this to at least go well.” I looked at him, a bit confused, wondering what he meant. The last I heard, he was doing awesome in school, their mom and dad not being able to constantly share all his accomplishments, only stopping to sprinkle in details of Jen’s ‘amazing and perfect’ wedding any time they had their friends over. “I mean, Mr. H…. He is so nice to work for… and the whole team is like super supportive…” Ryan said, gripping the sink, “It’s literally the best place ever. No place is like that.” I could only nod silently, reaching over and handing Ryan a few paper towels before grabbing some myself and drying my hands. “Thanks bro… we both better head out there and make a good impression,” Ryan said, sighing and tossing the bunched up towels into the small trash receptacle built into the sink, “You coming?” I nodded, doing the same before walking out of the bathroom, Ryan holding the door for me as we exited. “You ok? You’re kinda limping,” Ryan said, his voice barely cutting through the now somewhat loud din of the busy cafe. “Uh… back is still just a bit tweaked,” I lied, as I stiffly walked back to the table, both Mike and Greg talking to each other, heads close together. We both sat down, as Greg and Mike began to make small talk. Occasionally, Greg would shoot a slight grin at me as Mike talked work with Ryan. Suddenly, he tapped his screen, and I felt the plug begin to vibrate. With all the willpower I could muster, I forced myself to pretend to not notice it. A few more taps and the vibrating increased, making me shoot a look at Greg, begging him wordlessly to stop with my expression. He smiled, tilting his head slightly before tapping the screen again, causing it to briefly buzz even harder. I slowly squirmed, biting my lip. The toy began to pulse, causing me to finally grab on to the edge of the table, my knuckles white as I death gripped it. Suddenly, the waiter walked over and set several very large bags of food down on the table, briefly blocking Ryan’s line of sight to me. Greg glared at me more, his finger hovering over the screen, as I silently shook my head no, mouthing my words in silence, begging him to please stop. Satisfied, he smiled, and tapped on the screen, the toy stopping its assault in my ass. I let out a breath didn’t know I was breathing. Suddenly, Ryan reached over, extending his hand at Greg. “It was really great meeting you sir,” Ryan said, as Greg reached up and shook his hand. “Likewise, Ryan. From what Mike says, you’re fast becoming a great fit at the firm,” Greg said, smiling as Ryan released his hand. “I’ll see you up stairs Ryan. I’m going to talk business with Greg and your brother here about the yard. I already got the ticket, so go enjoy your lunch with the team.” “Thanks again for lunch, Mr. Hannigan,” Ryan said, waving his hand at Mike in thanks, before gathering up the bags and rushing out the door. I suddenly realized I had never heard Mike and Greg’s last name. Something about the name felt familiar, like I had seen the name somewhere before. I sat there in silence, before Ryan broke my thoughts. “I’ll see you at home, Riley,” Ryan said, before rushing out the door. Riley watched as he raced off, arms laden with the large amount of food as he rushed out the door and across the lobby, before stopping over to the elevators. “So, Daddy Mike says you put that talented mouth to work?” Greg said, suddenly bringing my attention back to the two seated. I blushed, as I looked around the room, wondering if anyone had heard him. “Don’t worry boy, too loud here,” Mike said, reassuring me. I relaxed back in the chair as Greg waved down one of the waiters. “Go ahead and order whatever you want,” Mike said, tapping his finger down on the menu in front of me, smiling, “The company is paying for lunch today, so don’t hesitate on price. Makes for a better write off.” I nodded, and glanced through the menu, shocked at the prices. On my limited college finances, I could never dream of paying for these prices. I felt almost bad as I finally decided on my meal, settling on the cheapest thing I could find. Greg and Mike both wordlessly gave me a slight frown, and we sat back, waiting for our food as Mike recounted his day so far, Greg nodding and interjecting occasionally. We ate mostly in silence, Mike and Greg cracking a few jokes and making small talk, making me smile as I slowly ate the salad and burger in front of me, my mind boggling at how such and affair could taste so amazing, and cost so much. Finally, Mike wiped his face clean, before standing up. “Got to head back up to work, babe,” with a nod, Greg took a quick bite of his steak before wiping his mouth as well. Quickly the two shared a brief kiss. “I’ll see you at home,” Mike said, “You two have fun running errands today.” Mike then leaned over, his face next to my ear as he softly spoke. “And you be a good little slut and make daddy proud,” he said, his breath tickling the hair on my neck as he spoke, making me slightly shiver and blush, “I can’t wait to come home tonight and pull that plug out of your hole and watch that toxic cum drip out of your gaping ass. Might even be tempted to drop a fresh one in there before I send you home as well depending on how well behaved you are for Daddy Greg.” With that, Mike gave a quick kiss on the top of my head. The small act for some reason made me feel more self conscious than I had felt before. Grabbing the ticket, he walked away I watched silently as he made his way over to the counter paying the bill and walking out casually, rushing slightly to catch the elevators and stepping on, turning his attention to the man beside him as the doors closed. “Ready to head out to the next errand,” Greg asked, looking a bit concerned as he saw the frown on my face, “We’re making great time and can hang here for a bit longer if you want…” Slowly, I shook my head no, and silently followed as Greg stood up and we walked back towards the elevators. I looked out the windows of the and noticed a large for lease building on the store front across the street, the company name bold in its finally familiar typeface, proudly reading GM Hannigan. I realized the name was of I had thought was some faceless entity, its signs all over the city as one of the few large property holdings companies in the city. I remembered the news brief a few weeks back, talking about the billion dollar company doing some sort of charity work for the children’s hospital. Next, I turned my attention to the bright touch screen display next to the elevator, listing all the companies in the building. My eyes looked down, recognizing the name again. Hannigan Architectural Design: Floors 31-35. I looked briefly at Greg’s back, as we both stepped onto the elevator and rode it down in silence to the floor we had parked on. Finally getting in the car, we sat in silence. I looked over at Greg, wondering why the car hadn’t started, only to be met with him staring at me. “Everything ok,” he asked, concerned at my sudden change in mood, “You can tell me. Won’t be mad.” “I… I just…” I said, unsure how to voice how I felt, “I dunno. You both are so rich and successful…” Greg only stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “I…. Just… I’m… I don’t think… I’m not hot enough for you both, am I?” I said, finally realized that I felt insecure, knowing that the amount of money they had meant they could have literally anyone they wanted. Confused, Greg looked at me, waiting for an explanation. “I knew you both had money… I’d have to be an idiot not to realize that,” I said, letting out a shaky laugh, “But… you both could literally have a supermodel at your doorsteps in a second. Someone much more experienced at everything. You… you guys should probably do that. I won’t be mad. I wouldn’t blame either of…” “Why would we do that,” Greg asked, cutting me off. The look on his face clearly showing he still did not following my line of logic. “I’m just so new to all this, and…. I…. What if you guys get tired of me not being experienced, or get tired of me needing to go slow,” I explained, “Like I said, you could pay for someone better looking than me, who is already perfect for you guys… from… I don’t know… like from a service or something. I’m so new to all this and you guys will probably get bored of me, or tired of me not…” “Oh… I see now,” Greg said suddenly, seeing what I meant, “Oh bud… we aren’t going to trade you in. You and your innocence is actually why we like you.” It was my turn to look confused. “Part of the fun is being the one to break you in, teach you new things,” he explained, chuckling and rubbing his hand on my leg, “It so hot knowing that we were the ones to shape you, make you perfect for what we want. You are right that if we wanted to have someone experienced and already exactly what we want, we could likely find that. But its so hot knowing you want to make us happy and become everything we want. You willingly becoming ours is something special to us. Knowing that you’re willing to get infected with our virus to become our boy is so…. Fucking… HOT….” I smiled a little, feeling happy for some reason those words. “Don’t you know how boring it would be if we just hired someone already set to our whims,” he continued to explain, “ We tried that a while back. It lasted one fuck. And you… You are already a sexy piece of ass in our book, and being able to make you ours in every way… is just so fucking sexy and makes you even sexier for letting us do it. Being the ones to shape and mold you to what we want, look how we want… its a total rush for us. We don’t care if its slow teaching you, because we’ll know it was us to teach it to you. So stop worrying.” “I… I like how you guys are teaching me all this stuff about myself, and really appreciate you guys,” I said as I nodded, “I just feel like I’m being greedy I guess. I don’t want you guys to think I’m just in it for the money. You both are so nice, and I know I’m being paid so much already…” “We don’t think that, boy,” he said, running his thumb on my face, “We’re adults and would tell you if you were taking advantage of our generosity. Besides that, we like spoiling you. Is that why you got the cheapest thing on the menu back there?” Looking down, I nodded. “God, how did we happen to get such a sweet pig boy, on top of you being so fucking sexy and twisted,” Greg sighed to him self, running his hand through my hair before pulling my head forward and kissing the top, just like Mike had earlier, “Stop thinking like that, ok? Just let your daddies tell you if you are doing something wrong, and we can talk about it. Besides, if you don’t act up at least a little, how else are we going to have a reason to punish you?” I nodded again, feeling a little better and smiling a little at the idea of intentionally acting up just to be punished. Something deep in me had relaxed, having heard his words. “Let’s go do our next errand, ok,” he said, sitting back in his seat as he buckled back up, “We’re still making good time, so just sit back and put that hand to use.” I looked as he slowly unzipped his pants before grabbing my hand and placing it on his hard cock. “Keep Daddy hard while he drives, or you won’t get a treat when we get there, boy,” he growled, smiling and sticking an unlit cigar in his mouth. Pulling out his sunglasses, Greg shifted the gear in reverse, navigating out of the space expertly before putting the car in drive. “Fuck, I can’t wait ’til you see where we’re going next,” Greg said as we pulled out onto the city street, on our way to the next stop.

The door closed and I was left alone with the video on pause. I clicked play. Whatever Uncle Abel had given me earlier to smoke left an impression on me. I was hornier, more excited and incapable of staying still. Stroking my own cock was futile. I laid the same way I had with the video continuing. Frank had came in Greg for the 4th time. He called Uncle Abel to swap places. "Come here and assess this ass Abe" Uncle Abel stroke his cock and it instantly turned hard. He positioned the tip of it to Greg's hole. He easily went in and before you know it, Uncle Abel exclaimed: "Wow, that it's a cunt alright. You feel that boy? Only a cunt would suck a cock in. Other holes would resist but your puffed up cunt lips pulled me in. Excellent" Greg only responded with "fuck yes, sir." The men took their turns to dump another load in Greg. By the time it was over, Hunter loosened the ropes binding Greg's limbs and took the blindfold off. He was cute and looked a bit geeky. The screen faded into black and a loading animation followed. Another title card appeared, this time it was set in the living room. David's Ascent: Chapter I / V A fit blonde guy, probably a few years older than me. Steady frame. Could pass off as a frat guy from the way his hair was styled. Uncle Abel appeared and sat next to him. He placed the pipe and torch on the coffee table. He put his hands around David to pull him closer, pointing him to the camera. "So tell me David, what brings you here? Aside from the clouds of course." "Well, at first it was that, but I think that there's more to it, you know? Some kind of connection that you guys have that I want to be a part of." "Do you actually want to? There's no turning back, I'm sure Greg made you aware of that." Uncle Able and David got closer, holding each others forearm. "I am aware and I'm fine with it. Will you take me in Sir?" "I will boy. We need to figure out where you'd fit in. I can see you following my footsteps with the way you fucked Greg. Definitely a stallion. Look at that cock." David's cock was almost 7 inch soft. A rub or two and it can grow to almost 8 with its girth coming close to the length of Uncle Abel's wrist. He did a demonstration by putting them side to side. "Cool. I'd like that. Yeah, it's nice to have this juggernaut but it's not always easy with most guys." "You're in the right place then. All of us can take cocks that's twice your size. It's part of the initiation. You too, will learn how to. Do you understand what I mean" "I do. You gotta take some loads before giving them, right?" "Exactly. Now let's have a puff" Uncle lit the pipe for David. He took 6-8 hits. His clothes went off after, leaving him in his boxers. Uncle instructed him to stand and turn for the camera. David's body was solid. He clearly had played football before. He flexed his body a bit and his eyes were wide and dilated. Whatever Uncle told him to do, he obeyed. "Face the camera and tell us how you feel. Don't be shy. Are you even ready to be a part of us?" He turned to face the camera. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. "I'm more than ready. I feel fucking amazing." "Good. Put this on. Sniff it first." Uncle threw a stained jock to David. The word "BIKE" was on the waist. It reeked of a musky stench that turned him even more. A quick snap and his bubble butt was framed and ready for a fuck. It was tighter than what David was used to, but that's because Greg had worn it first. "That's better. Look at that ass. You're one of a kind man. Now bend down and let me taste your hole" David complied, positioning himself in a sort of bow with both hands placed on the coffee table. He arched his back to be paralleled to the ground. Uncle first spit onto his hole, teasing with his finger before diving straight into it. His tongue pushed and pulled against the sphincter. David moaned in bliss, asking Uncle to keep going. Once the hole was wet enough, Uncle rose from his seat to position himself behind David. He stroked his rod before poking the hole, pushing himself into David with no delay. The moans turned to a scream and then to relief when Uncle found the right pace. "My seed is just the first of many you'll take for the next couple of days. You want to guess my viral load?" "A hundred? Two hundred? One thousand?" "Eighty fucking thousand. I've no doubt that you'll be a part of us very soon." "Fuck yeah. Breed me Sir." They continued fucking for almost 20 minutes. David's expression didn't change once. He was spun. When Uncle was close, he wrapped his arms around David, causing him to lift his ass higher. Uncle hit the perfect spot as droplets of David's precum began to form through the mesh of the jock. Uncle pulled David's cock out of it. "Stroke your cock. I want us to come at the same time. Can you do that?" "Yeah" David was quick. He was halfway. "I'm close Sir" "Keep stroking that cock boy" Their pace increased before Uncle flipped David over to the couch to fuck him in a pile drive. "I'm coming Sir" Not even a few minutes had passed and David came. Uncle felt David's hole contracting against his cock, pushing Uncle to climax moments after. They both panted in unison, drenched in sweat. David looked up to the camera with a smile. The screen faded to black. *** I wished I could've jerk off but my cock was still soft. It was half past 2 and I couldn't sleep. I left the room and let my temptation take over. I climbed up to go to Uncle's room. I saw that his door was ajar from across the hallway. There was also music coming out. I got closer, peeking in to see uncle and someone else double penetrating an Asian twink. Uncle laid on his back and the other guy kneeled behind the twink whose knees were half bent in a squat. I knew I stared too long when Uncle turned his head and saw me. "Looks like we have company. You guys mind if my nephew here takes notes?" The other guys were too spun to verbalize their response. "Take a seat Brad"

I was moving house interstate so had a long drive over 2 days ahead of me. I had planned to spread the drive over two days, so I didn’t have to stress too much. I like being able to stop along the way for coffees etc. I am an average looking 45 years old. I naturally have smooth skin and body and often get mistaken for a lot younger because of this. I set off on my drive and 3hrs in I drove through a small town and thought I would stop at a park with toilets to let the previous coffees go. I noticed a large truck parked and as I walked to toilets, I saw what must have been the truck driver sitting at a picnic table having a smoke near the toilets. He immediately caught my eyes as he was watching me walk to the toilets. He looked around my age or a little bit younger and was wearing old tight jeans and a blue singlet. Your typical truck driver outfit, I guess. As I got closer, I noticed his rough looks, hairy chest poking out of his singlet and one thing that I thought was unusual for a truck driver was he was well built. He had a 5-day light beard and what looked like medium long hair tied back. As I got closer to the toilets his intentions became clear. He took a nice long drag on his smoke and slowly spread his legs and rested his hand on his crotch. I knew immediately that I wanted this man inside me so as I entered the toilets, I slowed and slowly dropped the back of my shorts down to show some of my arse before walking in. As I shook the last drops of my piss at the urinal, I heard the footsteps coming to the toilets, so I stayed standing at the urinal my cock starting to harden from the anticipation. The guy walked in and stood beside me and pulled out a rock hard 8” cock and slowly stroke it and looked at me. “You want it?” I did not answer, I just pulled down my shorts and leaned over the urinal assuming the position indicating my answer with actions. He simply said, “I thought so”. He spat on his cock to lube it, stood behind me and slid it balls deep in one go. It hurt a bit at first, but I wanted this man inside me so bad I didn’t care. He never even pulled his pants down. Just a rock-hard cock poking out of his jeans zipper. He started fucking me slow at first, and then started speeding up and said, “where do you want it”. Again, I didn’t answer and reached around and pulled his arse so his cock bottomed out in me and even if he wanted, we couldn’t pull out. He chuckled and said, “thought so, you dirty little pig”. He leaned in and kissed my neck as he started to fuck harder and deeper. As he sped up, he said, “this is a fuck you won’t forget” and suddenly bottomed out and started flooding my insides with his seed. It was such a big load I could feel it coating my inside. He kept shuddering as he kept pumping load after load in me. This went on for a few minutes. As he kept cumming he reached around and turned my head around and started kissing me. His kiss was rough and intoxicating. The taste of his smoker’s breath took me over the edge and while he was still inside me, I came hands free. He reached around catching some of my seed in his hand and wiped it over my face and then licked it off and kissed me with it. He didn’t go soft and stayed inside me. When I came and we kissed with my load, it seemed to turn him on more. He started to slowly fuck me again. “I got one more for you”. And he certainly did. After another 5 minutes of fucking, he was flooding my insides with another load. It was the best rest stop I had ever made. He finally went soft, turned me around and kept kissing me for another minute. Breaking the kiss, he said, “I need another smoke, join me”. He zipped up his jeans and walked out. I was in a post fuck haze and just pulled my shorts up and followed him out. We both sat at the picnic table, and he offered me a smoke. We sat and smoked, and he told me his name was Dave. We chatted for about 10mins and it turned out he was planning to stop overnight at the same town I was. I told him the motel I was staying at and suggested he spend the night there with me. He said he would like that very much. I also told him where I was moving too, and he said he was based there. As I stood up to leave, I felt a few dribbles of cum leak out and dribble down my leg. When I got to the motel I was wondering if this was going to happen or not or he was just being nice. There had not been much happening where I lived previously so I had not been on prep for the past 6 months. There just wasn’t any need. I never really gave it any thought. I chucked on my jocks and shorts and a singlet in hopes he wasn’t just saying nice things until I left. Every time a truck went by my heart skipped a beat lol. Around 9pm, I was relaxing watching an old movie thinking it was probably not going to happen when I hear a knock at the door. It was Dave. I let him in and immediately he had me against the wall kissing me. This time was a bit different to the toilets. It was a lot more passionate. We slowly undressed each other, and as I pulled his jeans off, I saw the tattoo just to the right of his thigh. It was a biohazard tattoo. I suddenly realized that when he fucked me in the toilets, I had not once turned around or seen any of him. I hesitated suddenly as I saw the tattoo and it hit me that earlier today, I took two loads of this guy, and I was not on prep. He saw this but said nothing and waited. I started to slowly run my fingers over the tattoo as it all sunk in, and he was starting to get aroused and hard again. I looked up at him and as he looked down at me with a smile that signalled something akin to cheeky and wanting. I finished pulling his jeans off and stood back slightly to take him all in. He was just on six foot tall, toned, gorgeous hairy chest that ran down to his hairy crotch. Scruffy and unshaved and rocking a rock hard 8” cock. After a minute I leaned in and kissed him. Looking up at him I said, “Well it is what it is. Who better to be the father of my poz babies and the one to knock me up than you”. He smiled and said, “I’m not on meds, so it probably will happen”. I then said, “Then make it count”. We barely spoke the rest of the night. Dave spent the night and fucked me repeatedly in positions I had never considered. He pumped another 4 loads into me that night. I fell asleep late into the night with his rock-hard cock still inside me holding all his loads in me. I woke up the next morning and Dave was gone. The sheets were stained with cum, and my arse was coated with dried cum. Proud of my exploits I decided not to shower. I didn’t want any of his cum wasted. I found a note on the desk in the room from Dave which read. “Thanks for taking my babies. I hope you enjoyed it, I did. Love to be the one that knocked you up. Love to keep trying.” And his phone number was listed.

Part 8 " Sorry babe but he was so horny I had to do it " " what have you given him " " just some t and keta he loves it come on lets party " Stan was now staring at Ollie and his dick went hard Stan undid his zipper and got down to Ollie and without a word pushed his dick into Ollies hole " yea fuck me Stan " Louis returned with a tray and several lines of coke and a small tube and as Ollie was getting fucked Stan took a couple of hits from the tray " fuck yea lets party " and Ollie then took a couple of hits " " fuck yea fuck me fuck me " . Ollie was going wild sticking his tongue into Stans mouth until Louis started to fuck Ollies mouth " fuck im coming " shouted Stan. Louis dick had gone hard again " come on Stan let me fuck him again " Stan moved to ollies head and let him suck his now softening dick " yea Ollie drink the juices your one of us now " Louis got down and started fucking Ollie again " yea yea I want more " " more what Ollie " " more of everything ". Now both Stan and Louis were kissing Ollie his neck his lips all over. After the frenzy they sat together " anymore coke " asked Ollie " yea help yourself and Ollie did snorting another two lines. " Wow this is ace ive never felt better " " your a proper chemsex lad " said Louis " fuck yea replied Ollie. " Maybe we should invite him to one of our partis " " party " " yea chemsex parties but you need progress before that " " what do you mean? " " you enjoy chems Ollie ? " " yea I want to feel like this all the time " " well there are more hardcore chems you need to try before a party invite are you interested ? " and Stan smiled at Louis " yea I am what now ? " " no not now Ollie but I got somethings for you to look at and try on. Ollie was totally spun but managed to get upstairs and spent ages trying on leather gear that both Stan and Louis had. He looked in the mirror his ass hanging out of a pair of chaps leather armlets leather vest and beneath that a leather harness. " Fuck I look hot " and he lit a cig and let it dangle from his mouth as he looked in the mirror. " You can wear that every time you come here and we can have fun . " For the next week Ollie was at Stans every night being fucked by them taking chems and as his tolerance increased so did his drug intake . Louis in particular had plans for Ollie and without Stan knowing was giving Ollie more and more coke to take home . When Ollie woke the first thing he would do is take a hit so by the time he arrived at Stans he was buzzing. He just wanted sex . He wanted to be part if the leather and chemsex scene so he got his blond curls shaved off. He looked very young but hard core now. Then one day Ollie arrived wired and Louis was there but Stan had been called away for a couple of days. Standing next to Louis was a guy in his 30's hugging Louis " hi I am Mark " " oh sorry this is Ollie " " hi Mark " . Ollie gave Louis a passionate kiss " how about me ? " so Ollie obliged as Mark squeezed Ollies ass. " Ollie go upstairs mate and get in your gear " he bounded uo the stairs full of energy. When Ollie returned Mark and Louis were in the kitchen injecting themselves " what the fuck " said Ollie " this gives us a real high Ollie and we can have the best sex ever, come on give it a try " " no thanks " " come on " said Mark " you wont know till you try come on Ollie just try it " " you wanted to come to one of our parties and tonights the night you got to try it ". " Can I have some of that " said a voice from behind. " Oh who are you ? " asked Ollie. " Dont ask Ollie we dont mention names tonight i was just telling Ollie he should try this " " yea man its awesome " " I think I need a sniff first " " Ok go ahead Ollie you like that stuff dont you " " yea I do " " he does it every day " " wow cool grabs you though " as he took the syringe from Louis and started to inject himself " fuck what a rush " " no he is alright arent you Ollie " " yea man but I do need some more " " Ok Ollie no problem now lets fix you with this will it help the buzz come down and enhance the sex " " shit OK if I must " " yea thats great Ollie you want to be one of us we all do it lets go downstairs " " downstairs yea Ollie our dungeon > As they entered the dungeon downstairs Ollie could not believe his eyes there were a dozen or so guys either naked or in leather one was in a sling with about 5 guys lined up with hard dicks waiting to fuck the guy. Everyone else seemed to be fucking someone and then swapping holes. " Wow this is so hot who are these guys " asked Ollie " not sure never met some of them before " " no ones wearing a condom " " no Ollie when your on chems you dont give a fuck " " but what if one is poz " " haha Ollie most are poz me and Stan and Mark are poz so probably are you if not you will be, live for today Ollie live the minute fuck tomorrow ".

“Come in” I called, looking round at the door from my desk. Tony walked in, and I almost immediately went completely hard given he was wearing only a black jockstrap. “Hey” I said. “Everyone else is out” he said, a slight quiver in his voice. “Please Aaron, I need you to fuck me.” I got up from my chair and went over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I want Sam and Bailey too, but the first time I just want it to be you.” “OK” I said, giving him a warm smile. “I don’t just mean my first pozzing” he said, looking down. “I mean my first ever.” “Oh” I said. “I mean, I didn’t think I had ever seen you bottoming, but I guess I just kind of assumed you had done it with one of the other guys at some point.” “No” he said, “and I’ve never wanted to before you told me your story, but now it’s all I can think about.” He looked up at me, with a slightly pleading expression on his face. I couldn’t help but lean in and plant my lips on his, and we engaged in a short but quite passionate kiss. “I would be honoured to be your first” I whispered. “If you’re sure this is what you want.” “It is” he panted. “I don’t know why, but it is.” I looked in his eyes for a few moments, before stepping back and starting to undress. I motioned him to over to the bed as I got the last of my clothes off, and then had him get down on all fours on the edge of the mattress. I then got down on my knees, and began a long and very thorough opening-up of his hole with my tongue and fingers. Knowing I was going to be popping his cherry, and wanting to make sure he loved it as much as I did, I spent a long time making sure he was as open and relaxed as I could feasibly get him before the main act began. Eventually I decided it was time to get on with it, and I moved away from his arse and stood up. I went to my bedside drawers and got out a bottle of poppers, which I leaned over and put next to him. “I think you should take a few hits” I said. “I don’t need them anymore to get relaxed and open, but you’ll enjoy this more if you use them to relax.” I watched him take a couple of sniffs, and smiled as he moaned very quietly at the high he got from them. I then encouraged him to change position so he was lying on his left side, before I lay down behind him and shuffled into position. I lifted his leg and got him to hold it up himself, and then I applied some lube to my cock and a bit more to his hole. I manoeuvred my cock to his hole, and just gently pushed on it a few times to get him a bit more excited. Very gently I then began to push in, whispering for him to push back on me. I popped in and he yelped, and then I held in place until he relaxed. I then reached up and took hold of his leg, allowing him to pull his own hand away to open the poppers for another couple of hits. Over several minutes I gradually slid all the way into him, and then held in place for a few minutes more while I kissed his shoulders and waited for his breathing to calm. When I sensed he was ready, I began a slow and gentle fuck, enjoying listening to Tony’s moans of pleasure as he was introduced to the awesomeness of being fucked. I made sure I held back until I knew he was ready for me to up the ante, at which point I pulled out of him. I pulled him into his back and then shuffled round on the bed, him instinctively knowing to lift his legs as I did so. I ducked under his right leg to get in place, put both his ankles on my shoulders, and then lined up my cock with his hole again. I took it easy pushing back into him, but he seemed to get off on the re-entry so much that I withdrew and did it again. I kept doing this, driving deeper into him each time, until I pushed in a final time and then leaned forward, reaching up grip his ankles on my shoulders. I then began a deep and rapidly accelerating power fuck, staring down into his eyes as I really showed him what it was like to bottom. It was only as I began to feel my orgasm approaching that I decided to introduce some verbal to it all. “You like having my dick in your virgin hole” I growled. “Yeah” he panted. “You like having my raw dick in you bareback.” “Yeah!” “You fucking love having my big poz dick in your sweet neg hole, don’t you” I yelled. “Oh fuck yeah!” he hollered. “You want me to pump my dirty poz load into you.” “Please!” he yelled. “Say it!” I commanded. “Oh fuck, fucking fill my neg virgin hole with your poz load” he said. “More!” I shouted, as I really began to pound him. “Breed me! Poz me! Please poz me!” he whimpered, as cum started spewing from his cock all over his stomach, despite him not even touching it. That set me off, and I slammed in and blasted off inside him, roaring as I unloaded my toxic swimmers into his previously-untapped neg hole. I held my breath as my dick throbbed in him, before slowly lowering myself to plant my lips on his. We panted and kissed as we both came down from incredible orgasms, and then I lifted myself up a bit to be able to look into his eyes. “Tell me what I have in me” he said. “My poz cum” I replied. “Your neg hole is full of my toxic dirty poz cum.” “Oh fuck” he said. “You want more?” I asked, realising my dick was not softening inside of him. “Yes please” he whimpered, causing me to grin at him briefly. I then leaned back down on him, let his body take my weight, and began to use my arms and some twisting to turn us over so that I was on my back and he was sat on my midsection, my hard dick never once slipping from his hole. I then looked up at him. “Fuck yourself on my poz cock” I said. “Earn that second toxic load.” He began to bounce himself up and down, switching between kneeling and squatting positions whenever his muscles got tired, with my only role being to swat away his hand if he ever reached for his own cock, while continuing a stream of filthy verbal to keep him at full arousal. I let him ride me for ages until I could feel a second orgasm brewing, at which point I told him to stop and dismount. I bent him over the bed in a standing position, then thrust back into him from behind. I gripped his hips, and then fucked the living daylights out of him as he groaned and yelled at the force of what he was withstanding. He once again came hands-free, and shortly after I filled him up with his second poz load as I yelled a stream of obscenities. I then propelled us both forwards onto the mattress, with me lying on his back and my cock slowly starting to finally soften inside his hole. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he eventually whispered. “What?” I asked. “That getting fucked is so awesome” he said, causing me to chuckle. “I was bloody telling you all!” I said. “Could you not tell how awesome I think it is from me bending over and taking everything anyone could give me several times a day?” “True” he chuckled. “But still, it I’d known…” “Well, I’m glad I got to show you” I said, kissing his neck. “You’re going to be bottoming more from now on, I take it?” “For you three I will” he said. I kissed his neck again, and then hauled myself off him and stood up. He also got up off the bed, and then stood in front of me so we could look at each other. “Any regrets?” I asked. “No” he said, smiling. “I just want more of this.” “Well, if you do suddenly wake up later or tomorrow or something regretting or doubting things, you can go to the hospital and get something that should keep you safe” I said. “But only for a couple of days I think.” “Thanks” he said, “but I’m serious. I want this. I want you to tell Sam and Bailey what we did, and then I want all three of you to fuck me whenever and wherever you can.” “Just as a group?” I asked. “No” he said. “I kind of want to be alone with each of them too, as well as with everyone together.” “Well, I’ll see what I can do then” I said, smiling. “Though at this rate you’ll be taking over from me as the house cumdump.” “That’s fine by me” he said, laughing. I went over and gently kissed him again, and then got some tissues to wipe up the cum running down his legs before he ended up leaving a trail through the house. He then headed out of my room to the shower downstairs near his own room, while I went into the main bathroom on my floor to get cleaned up as well. Then it was back to my research. —————— By the time we managed to find an evening when the four of us having a group session was feasible without causing a whole ‘thing’ with the other guys in the house, Tony had already been fucked by both Sam and Bailey. He had also crept into my room one night and enjoyed a quiet spitroast from me and Bailey, as well as taking one more solo fuck from me one morning. But when we four were at last able to have some fun together, we did not hold back. Tony spent the whole of the session with a cock in his hole. He was utterly insatiable, and we three all focused on him entirely. While one of us would be fucking Tony, the other two kept his mouth busy with a cock to suck or a hole to rim, and we sometimes wanked or sucked his cock a bit too. He licked clean our cocks after each breeding, as our round-robin fucking of his hole inevitably continued. He was right at the end of fuck number 8 when the unthinkable happened. Sam was hammering away inside of him when my door suddenly opened and Leroy marched into the room. Bailey and I both froze, but Sam had not noticed and carried on fucking for the few more moments it took him to reach orgasm. Unfortunately this was the moment he decided to go verbal for the first time. “Take my poz load you negative little whore” he growled down at Tony, as his dick throbbed and he unloaded inside our also-oblivious housemate. “What the fuck???!!!!” Leroy exclaimed, before turning and rushing back out the door. “Shit” I growled, before hurrying off the bed. I hopped into my shorts and then ran out of the room, fortunately hearing Leroy just reaching the bottom of the stairs. I ran down after him, and joined him in the kitchen where he had grabbed a bottle of vodka and was drinking directly from it. “Lee” I said. “What the fucking fuck is going on Aaron?” he yelled. “What the fuck did I just see??!!” “I can explain” I said, holding my hands up. “You fucking better” he said. We stared at each other for a moment, before I went over to the drinks shelf and grabbed a bottle of rum. I poured some out in a mug as it was the closest thing to hand, necking it back before I poured another. Then I turned back to him. “Look, can we sit down?” I said. “Fuck that” he said. “You got a cigarette?” “Upstairs” I said. “Can you let me go and get a pack, put on some proper clothes, and then I’ll tell you everything.” He nodded, so I necked back the second rum, plonked the mug on the table, and then quickly went back upstairs. Tony was being held by Bailey, possibly sobbing, while Sam just stood there looking like a deer in headlights. I ignored his questions, hurriedly throwing on a pair of jogging bottoms over my shorts, a T-shirt and a hoodie, and then picked up my open pack of cigarettes as well as a new one. “Let me sort this out” I said to them, before dashing back downstairs. Tony was out in the garden already, pacing about on the patio, and once I closed the back door I held out the cigarettes to him. He took once and then tossed the pack back at me, and I held up a light for him. I got myself lit up too, and then slumped down on the bench. He continued to pace around a bit, and then came down and sat at the other end of the bench from me. “Talk” he said. I didn’t see any other option than full disclosure, so as I had done with Tony, I started at the beginning and took Leroy through everything. I talked softly, both to avoid being overheard by any neighbours who might also happen to be out in the cold, but also to try to keep the conversation calm. Leroy did not utter a word, indeed I did not even sense any physical reaction from him even though I was not looking directly at him, with the only movement being from smoking his cigarette and then lighting a new one almost straight after. “That is so fucked up” he said, following a long silence once I’d finished. “I know” I said, “or at least I know that’s how it must seem. But for me, it was what I wanted and I don’t regret it. Bailey and Sam feel the same, and Tony is right there with us now too.” “So you’re going to infect him” said Leroy. “Mate, it’s what he wants” I said, “and, I don’t know, it’s like a special bond for us three that I guess I want him to have with us too.” We sat in silence for quite a while after that. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next, but after seeing how upset Tony was upstairs, I knew I had to find a way to protect him. Bailey and I had each other for support if things went south, Sam probably wouldn’t care if everyone else knew, but Tony had only recently started figuring himself out properly and could be really damaged by everything blowing up around us. “OK” Leroy said. “I mean, it’s fucked up, but I guess I sort of get what you’re saying.” “You do?” I asked. “Sort of” he replied. “I mean, about that whole special bond thing. That’s kind of how I feel about all the guys in this house compared to any other friends I’ve ever had back home.” “Oh” I said. “I wish you hadn’t fucked all that up” he said. “I’m sorry” I said. “It was just something I needed to do. I never expected anyone else to get involved.” “I know” he said, turning to face me. “I mean, I believe you.” “Thank you” I said. “Just let me think about all this for a bit, OK?” he said. “Er, yeah, sure” I said, not really knowing what he meant. “Got to get my head around it all” he said, turning back to face the garden. “Figure it out, you know?” “Yes” I said, lying. “But could you, you know, not tell anyone else?” “I won’t” he said. “I mean, I think we know we have to say something soon” I said, “but Tony’s new to all this, and I think he’s having a complete freak-out upstairs right now.” “I get it” Leroy said. “Let me go and talk to him.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied, standing up and heading for the door. I followed him up to my room, where he paused briefly outside the door before going in. He looked at both Bailey and Sam, before walking over to where Tony was standing holding his phone, still naked and with red, wet eyes. Leroy didn’t say anything, but just put his arms round Tony and hugged him for a moment. Then he pulled back, and headed for the door again. However, he turned and looked at us all as he got there. “We’re OK” he said, before glancing in my direction and nodding. Then he was gone. The night’s ‘festivities’ were obviously over, but Bailey and I convinced Tony to stay with us. He was still very rattled, but he eventually calmed down once he’d settled into bed, with Bailey holding him in a comforting embrace from behind, and me lying facing him while holding his hand. The next morning he was a bit brighter, particularly once the four of us slipped out to have breakfast in the park cafe nearby. We talked about my conversation with Leroy, and everyone felt a bit less on edge after that. We also started discussing how and when we would have a conversation with everyone else, agreeing that it would wait until after Tony converted. Then, with breakfast done, we got back on with our days. Tony’s conversion just happened to begin the next day, when he woke up feeling feverish and sick. Bailey and I took charge of looking after him with a bit of Sam’s help, all while doing our best to deflect or ignore comments from the other guys about this flu that kept taking down housemates. A couple of days in to Tony’s sickness, Sam began to act a little strangely, and Bailey and I both agreed it felt like he was not telling us something. We wondered if he was maybe feeling some kind of guilt or regret at his potential part in Tony’s conversion, but something didn’t sit right with that as it did not seem to be an issue he’d be bothered about. Our answer came one day when most of the guys were out, and I was flirting between a paper I was writing and keeping an eye on Tony. Leroy suddenly came into Tony’s room, startling me both with the suddenness of it and also because I didn’t know he was home. He closed the door behind him, and walked over to where I was kneeling on the floor next to the bed using a wet cloth to clean our unconscious housemate up a bit. Leroy looked down at Tony for a moment, before he suddenly yanked down his shorts and turned to me. His cock was erect and right in my face, but before I could pull away he put his hand on the top of my head. His intentions were clear, and I felt like I was in no position to refuse given the secret he was carrying. I therefore opened my mouth and took him in, eventually swallowing his cock completely. It was a pretty vigorous throatfucking, but I miraculously maintained control of my gag reflex and just allowed him to use me. His hand never left my head, and he was completely calling the shots. Thankfully he didn’t last long, and I was soon ingesting a big load of his cum. He immediately withdrew, pulled up his shorts, took one last look at Tony, and then left the room. I remained on the floor a little stunned for a moment, then got back to tending to Tony while I processed what had just happened. That night I told Sam and Bailey what had happened, which prompted Sam to finally come clean. “He’s done that to me, like, two or three times a day since he found out” he said. “I didn’t tell you guys because you’ve got enough on looking after Tone, and I figured keeping a lid on Leroy could be what I do for us four right now.” “Fuck” said Bailey. “Guess I’m not enough on my own” said Sam. “I guess not” I said. But with Sam’s revelation, the final part of my conversation with Leroy from the other night came back to me. I realised only there and then that something was developing in him. He was clearly intrigued or something, but couldn’t deal with it properly. He must be thinking about us and getting horned up, but the only release he could contemplate was a super-dominant use of one of our throats. I remembered how he had responded to me talking of a special bond, and his own comment on how he felt about what we all had with each other in the house. He was clearly facing something of a mental conflict, and I determined then and there to see if I could find some way to help him. However, Bailey then spoke up. “Let me talk to him” he said. “I think I can help him.” I looked at my boyfriend quizzically, but then agreed to leave it to him for now. Sam also agreed, noting he would just put up with the throat workouts from Leroy while they continued, and he might even try to be a bit more proactive about it to avoid me getting any more visits. With that, Sam headed back to his room, and Bailey and I went to bed. He slipped inside me and gave me a long and gentle fuck, before we both fell asleep with him still buried inside me. To be continued ————— NOTE: Earlier in the story I slightly lost track of the guys, and ended up with 11 names rather than 10. As such, please see Leroy as a nickname the guys have given the previously-mentioned Liam… #facepalm

Part 3: Shortly after I am pozzed Dave moves in with me. Dave heads off for another four-day trip and I am back working like usual. I always make sure I am cleaned out and ready for him when he gets home. Every time he comes home, he fucks me within minutes of getting in the door. When he gets back this time and after planting his first load home in me and while I get dinner ready, he says he has two mates coming over in an hour that need an arse to breed. Me: “Well you just lubed me up with your seed, so best to not let it go to waste.” We get the bed ready, and I am wearing just jocks and a singlet that says “cum in me bro” lol. There is a knock at the door and Dave answers it and two of his mates walk in. Steve is a little older in his 50’s and has a small belly, but classically handsome. The other guy is a lot younger in his 20s, Andrew. He is slim/toned, and it turns out is Steves son. Dave introduces them to me, and they both start running their hands over me in the hallway. Steve then fingers my hole as Andrew kisses me and Dave. They are both bulging cocks at this point clearly ready to fuck and horny. Steve: “Fuck Dave, is that all you in there already” Dave: “Yeah, wanted to prepare a nice slick workspace for you and Andrew”. We all make out for a bit before we go to the bedroom. Dave asks me to lay on his back with my arse at the end of the bed. Dave and the others strip off and Andrew is the first at the end of the bed and he is rocking what must be a thick 9” cock. Clearly blessed with a huge cock. Dave climbs on the bed and starts kissing me as Andrew slides in opening me up. Andrew: “Fuck its wet and slick Dave”. Dave: “Got him ready for you. But remember, this is my man, so take it easy”. Andrew starts slowly fucking me opening me up and Dave keeps kissing me telling me he loves me and to take the cocks and loads like a good boyfriend. While Andrew fucks me, I look up between kisses with Dave and I am surprised to Andrew kissing his dad while he fucks me. Andrew: “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Where you want it” looking at me. Dave: “All loads go in my boy guys”. Andrew bottoms out as he unloads in me grunting and groaning like each groan makes his load pump deeper. He slowly pulls out and I can feel cum dripping down the back of my arse. Steve: “Move boy, I’m gonna blow” Steve then slams in and immediately blows hi load in me with his sons”. Steve and Andrew make out a bit in the post cum haze and Dave is kissing me telling me he loves me. He gets up and says, “move boys, I gotta blow too”. Dave slides in effortlessly and almost immediately blows another load in me. It turns me on that this has turned him on so much and I cum all over my stomach. Steve and Andrew stay and deliver another load each before leaving. As Dave walks them to the door, I am laying on the bed with 5 loads in me leaking all over the bed. Dave comes back and cuddles up to me and we make out for over an hour chatting. Feeling stupidly horny in that post sex haze I ask Dave if he is going to have his poz mate come breed me sometime. Dave laughs and says, “he just did”. I am shocked and turned on. Dave explains it was Steve that pozzed him. Not long after he found out his son was gay; he found out his son was a chaser and pozzed his son. He said they have never been closer. “You just took four poz loads in addition to mine babe”. Then he gives me the final load for the night. We fall asleep that way in cum stained sheets, cum leaking from my hole in the arms of my new boyfriend.

Still in Palm Springs. My last load of last night was was right after Club 541 closed. I fucked it into a current versatile top porn star, 3 of us bred him and we all got to suck his massive dick under the stars. Unfortunately he wasn't topping, and we all wanted him to. I had already cum 3 times yesterday in different holes, and had 4 loads in my loose sloppy hole as well. Sometimes I lead a charmed life!

Part 3 So, there I was, standing in front of Ryan, naked, my cock harder than it had ever been. Ryan pulled his arse cheeks apart and said "Fuck me, babe!" What was I to do? I stood there for what seemed like ages, although in reality it was no more than a few seconds as various options ran through my mind. I knew it would be absolutely wrong to fuck him and put him at risk, but I also knew that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to push my cock right up his hole and fuck him as hard as I could, before giving him the breeding of his life. Ryan grinned as I moved forward and positioned my cock against his hole. A few seconds later the head of my cock was inside him and I knew there was no turning back. Although we hadn't fucked for a few days, my cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. It felt so good to be back up Ryan's arse and it was all I could do not to cum right up him. Ryan too seemed extra horny, I suppose because he had been away and we hadn't fucked for a while. He raised his legs further and pulled me closer, his hands on my arse as I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I want this!" he moaned as I began to fuck him even harder. I was getting close now and I told him so. "Do it," he moaned "Give me what I need!" His finger found my arsehole, something that always turns me on, and he pushed it up me. That pushed me over the edge and a few seconds later I fired what felt like a massive load up him. I collapsed on top of him, both of us out of breath. I could tell that Ryan was still as horny as I was and he could feel that my dick was still hard in his arse. "Can you go again?" he asked, still out of breath "Yeah!" I moaned as I started to fuck him again, pausing only for a moment to wonder what he would think if he knew what I might just have done to him, but it was almost like I couldn't help myself, and a few seconds later I was fucking him again as he moaned and played with his cock, urging me to fuck him harder. I shot a second load up him and then we showered together, had something to eat and went to bed. I lay in Ryan's arms that night, not knowing what to think. I wanted Ryan more than anything in the world, but I knew it was going to be difficult to stop having sex with Aidan. Even the thought of Aidan's big poz cock in my arse was making me horny again, and I tried to put him out of my mind. When we woke up the next morning, we were both horny and I fucked Ryan again. I knew the more I fucked him, the more risk I might be putting him at, but I couldn't resist fucking him and firing another big load up him. Ryan was working that night and shortly after he left for his shift, I got a message from Aidan asking if I wanted him to come over and "keep me company". I thought maybe I should say to Aidan that we needed to stop what we were doing but almost as soon as he came into the room, Aidan turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over. "Why don't you come over here and lick my ass?" he said with an evil grin, "You know you want to!" Of course I did want to, and seconds later I was down behind him. I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his hole, which was even more hairy. I licked his hole for a while as he gave contented little moans and then he turned round and pushed his big cock into my mouth. "That's it," he said softly as I sucked his cock "Get it nice and ready!" A short time later, I was bent over, naked from the waist down, as Aidan fucked me and then shot another big load of poz cum right up me. Ryan was working all night and I kept Aidan's load up me and that night I had a really satisfying wank in bed. Over the next couple of weeks it was like I was two different people - I was my normal self when I was with Ryan and a totally different person when I was around Aidan - it was like I couldn't get enough of Aidan's cum in my arse, even though I knew it was almost certain that I would get knocked up by him, if I wasn't already. At the same time I was fucking Ryan, who seemed to be extra horny at that time, at every opportunity. I have to admit that a few times I fucked Ryan while I still had Aidan's load up my arse. The first time it happened by accident. I was going out for a drink with some of the guys on my team at work and I had arranged to call round at Aidan's on my way home as his partner was going to be out. Ryan was working that night and I had enjoyed more than a few drinks. I was definitely still quite drunk when I got to Aidan's and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. He fucked me on my back with my legs in the air - one of my favourite positions - and shot a nice big load up me. I was feeling great when I got home - pleasantly drunk and enjoying the pleasant sensation of a big load of cum up my bum. I got a shock when I opened the front door and Ryan was standing in the hall. He smiled at me - apparently he had changed his shift to help out one of his colleagues. He made us some coffee and then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his cock pushing against me and I guessed he was horny. "Let's go up to bed" he said softly I knew I would have to get rid of Aidan's load before we did anything, but when we got upstairs Ryan pulled me towards me and kissed me again. He began to undress me and soon he was down sucking my cock - something that always makes me so horny - and almost before I knew it, Ryan was on his back and I was fucking him. I fucked him hard, enjoying every minute of it as always, and almost forgot I had a load up me until I began to shoot my load up Ryan. I must have relaxed my arse a bit, because I could feel some of Aidan's cum sliding out my arsehole and down my balls just as I fired my load up Ryan. I got away with it - Ryan never noticed anything - but to be honest, the whole experience really turned me on and after that I fucked Ryan a few times with Aidan's load up my arse. It was like I was super horny all the time now and one evening I was working late on a project and after a while there was only me and Aaron, the guy from HR who had come on to me a few weeks previously. To cut a long story short, Aaron came onto me again and this time I didn't resist. We ended up in a quiet toilet on the top floor of the building where I sucked his cock and then bent over and offered him my arse. He went up me without a condom, no questions asked, and fucked me. He had a really nice thick cock and I have to say it felt really good up my arse. Aaron was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. "Can I cum in you?" he panted, and I nodded. Almost immediately I could feel his cum squirting into my arse and when he had finished he pulled out. I had assumed he would zip himself up and leave the toilet but to my surprise he bent over and pushed his arse out. "My turn!" he said with a grin I hadn't expected this, but I wasted no time in getting down behind him and pushing my tongue up his arse. I licked his hole for a while and then pushed my cock up him. His arse was incredibly tight and it didn't take me long to cum right up him. A few minutes later we were back out in the office and we were both back at our desks - his desk with a picture of his girlfriend and child on it and mine with a photo of Ryan. The following weekend we were invited to lunch with Aidan and Peter to meet one of Aidan's friends who was over from Ireland staying for a few days. Sean was about the same age as Aidan - and also very good looking - dark and hairy (a bit like Aidan). He seemed like a nice guy, but I was fairly sure from the way he looked at me that he knew what had been going on between me and Aidan. I didn't mind this, in fact, if anything it turned me on knowing that Aidan had told Sean what he had done to me and how much I had wanted it. Ryan was working that night and Peter said he had some work to do on a case he was working on - and suggested that Aidan and Sean should come over and spend the evening with me as he would be working and I would be on my own. Aidan winked at me and I knew at that moment that he had told Sean about me and that I was probably going to get two cocks up my arse that night. I wondered if Sean was HIV positive too and at the same time, ,I hoped no one would notice the erection that was now pushing out the front of my trousers. Ryan went off to work that evening and a little later, Aidan and Sean came over. As usual, Aidan didn't waste much time - he told me straight off that Sean was looking forward to fucking me and said "Why don't you pull your pants down and show him the hole he's going to be fucking!" As always, I did what Aidan asked me to - I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my arsehole to Sean. I really wanted to ask if he was HIV positive too, but I didn't need to as Aidan said casually "In case you're wondering, Sean's not on any meds either." Of course this just made me want to get fucked even more and before long I got my wish. Aidan went first and It was a real turn on, knowing that Sean was watching as Aidan pushed his poz cock up my unprotected arse and began to fuck me. I could see Sean was enjoying watching |Aidan fuck me and he got his cock out and started to wank as Aidan told him how much I loved to get fucked and to take poz loads up my cheating arse. A short time later, Aidan shot his load up me and pulled out. Almost immediately, Sean took his place. I have to say, Sean was a really good fuck and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. He started off slowly and then built up and soon he was giving me one of the hardest fucks I ever had. After a while he told me he was getting really close. "Shall we tell him?" asked Aidan as Sean thrust even harder up my arse. "Yeah, I guess we should," panted Sean "Tell me what?" I asked. I already knew Sean was HIV positive and not on meds, so I couldn't think what they were going to tell me. "They think he's acquired a strain of HIV that's resistant to drugs." Aidan said casually Just at that moment, Sean started to cum right up my arse, and I shot my load out in front of me, without even touching my cock. What had I done? I'd love to say that I came to my senses at this point and didn't have any more to do with Aidan or Sean, but, as you've probably guessed, nothing could be further from the truth! I couldn't wait to repeat the experience and I got fucked by both Aidan and Sean several times over that weekend. We had some really horny experiences - they took turns fucking me and loading me and one time Sean was fucking me when Aidan stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up Sean's arse. I had never experienced anything like this before and when Sean came in me, he pulled out and Aidan went up me, adding his load to Sean's a short time later. Later that night, I fucked Ryan, both loads still up my arse. I had another narrow escape the following evening. Ryan had been working all day and had stayed on late to cover for someone who was running late and was really tired when he came home. I made him some coffee and he decided to go to bed. He fell asleep almost immediately and just then I got a message from Aidan saying that Paul was out if I wanted to come over. A short later, Aidan, Sean and I were all naked and I was riding Sean's big cock. Aidan put some lube on his cock and moved in behind Sean. I wasn't sure what he was going to do at first - then he pushed his cock against my arse as Sean pulled me forward. At first it felt like I was being split in two as Aidan pushed his cock slowly up my arse next to Sean's. I didn't think there was any way I could take two cocks up my arse at the same time, but I managed it and soon I was enjoying it. Sean came first, closely followed by Aidan and once again I had two loads of dirty cum up my arse. I got dressed quickly as I didn't want to be out too long but as I made my way across to our house, it felt like my arse was gaping and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep their loads up me for much longer. I fumbled with the key in the lock and made my way to the kitchen, which had a tiled floor. I undid my belt, quickly pulled my pants and trousers down and squatted, just as two loads of cum splattered out on to the floor. I heaved a sigh of relief, but just then a light went on upstairs and I heard Ryan's voice "You alright, babe," he called "Yes," I called back "I'll be up in a moment." I was lucky he didn't come downstairs and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made my way upstairs to join him. A couple of days later I started feeling unwell. I thought I would be ok once I got to work but once I got to the office I started feeling much worse. I felt hot and feverish - I had once had the flu, and this felt similar, but much worse. I knew I would have to go home and I also knew something else - this was probably what they called "the fuck flu." What was I going to do now? I decided to concentrate on getting myself home and somehow I did. I knew Ryan had the day off and I just wanted to see him. I entered the house quietly - wondering what I had done and what the fuck I was going to say to Ryan? He wasn't about downstairs and as I began to climb the stairs I heard voices. Not just voices - I heard the unmistakeable sound of two guys fucking. Surely it couldn't be Ryan? On the floor outside the bedroom I saw a pair of jeans and pants, which I knew did not belong to Ryan, and then I heard his voice from inside the bedroom. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!" Another voice said "You want it?" "Oh yes, fuck yes," came Ryan's voice "Do it, breed me, fucking breed me...give me a fucking baby!" This couldn't be happening! Not Ryan! Then I heard Aidan's voice saying "Good boy -take that dirty load right up your cunt!" I knew now what I was going to see when I entered the bedroom and sure enough the first thing I saw was Ryan's naked arse, riding on a big hairy cock. But it wasn't Aidan's cock he was riding as I had thought- Aidan was watching and wanking, but it was Sean who was breeding Ryan as I walked into the room - Sean who was not only HIV positive and not on meds, but who had a strain of HIV that was resistant to meds. I was feeling really feverish now. I didn't know what to think, or what to do as I stood there watching Sean breed Ryan with his resistant strain. But I knew one thing - I had just cum in my pants.

Part 2: I immediately text Dave and thank him for his babies also giving him my mobile number. I drive on to my new home and get a text from Dave saying he enjoyed the last few days a lot and wanted to follow-up when back. I give him my new address and let him know the door is always open. I knew this was a risk, but this was a guy I would normally think is well out of my league. It turned me on so much that such a hot guy would be keen to fuck me again. To be honest I thought he would just be happy breeding me and knocking me up as a hook-up that was random. I didn’t think I would hear back from him again. Come the next day (Friday) I did some initial shopping and was packing some stuff away and thinking about what to do for dinner when I hear a knock at the door. I open the door and there is standing Dave looking as hot as ever in his tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. Sporting a big smile he says, “I hope you don’t mind me dropping by”. I pull him in and close the door and kiss him like a long-lost lover. After making out for at least five minutes, we break the kiss and he says, “I guess that means you don’t mind” and laughs. Dave is so hard his cock is almost busting out of his jeans. “I haven’t cum since I fucked you last. And I usually need to cum at least once a day”. I smile at him and drag him to the kitchen where he pulls my shorts down, pulls his cock out and bends me over the kitchen bench and slides straight in me. It doesn’t stop for the next two hours. He fucks me in the kitchen flooding my insides with another poz load before moving to the lounge and fucking me again on the couch pumping another load in me. Laying on the couch naked and in his arms, he then starts cuddling and making out on the couch after dumping two loads in me. “So, what are we doing for dinner?”. We order pizza and talk some more. Dave lives in town and obviously is a truck driver. Because of his work, he finds it hard to find anything meaningful so just gets fucks when he can. He tells me he has been driving trucks for the past 5 years. Most of his trucker mates are bi and they all fuck around when travelling to keep themselves satisfied. The only hassle is most are “straight tops”. Whilst on a long haul a year ago he and another trucker were on a long haul and one thing led to another and the other guy fucked him a few times on the trip. That is when he was pozzed. They all fuck around occasionally but most of them prefer to fuck than be fucked. I flippantly say I’d happily service them all. Dave grabs my face and looks me in the eyes and kisses me, and says, “really? Would you do that for us?” I kiss him back and say, “I would do that for you, but it would be with one condition. I would want it to be you that knocks me up first. I want to know who the father of my poz babies is”. Dave spends the night. Fucks me another two times that night before I fall asleep in his arms, his hairy chest pressed against my back with his hard cock still plugging my hole. The next day I wake up to his cock in my arse already pumping another load in me. We spend the Saturday together doing random stuff. Within a few days I am loving spending time with Dave, and he seems to want to spend time with me. We go to the pub for dinner and when we get home, we are cuddling on the couch watching a movie and Dave breaks the silence. Dave: “I know you want it to be me to knock you up, and happy to be the one. Although, I am confident the deed is done in that department. But what about after that?” Me: “What do you mean” I say. Dave: “Well, I love to fuck as you probably have worked out, but the thought of having someone special to come home to all the time would also be nice”. Me: “Are you saying you wanna date me? I mean something more than just this?” Dave: “well I don’t want to scare you off, but I love fucking your hole as much as any guy would, but I kind of really like you and spending time with you. So yeah, you open to a boyfriend? An arrangement we can work out to suit us both”. Me: “firstly, I’d give you a key right now if you wanted. What do you mean by arrangement?”. Dave: “Well, I was thinking of this as an option. But open to suggestions and we can alter it if you like. I really like you, and I love falling asleep and waking up with you. And to be honest, I am sick of coming home to an empty house. What if we dated, but I would be happy to share your arse with my truckie mates when they need it. The only rule is they pump and dump and leave. It is always me you fall asleep and wake up with”. Me: “Wow, fuck Dave, I’d marry you tomorrow if you wanted. As far as your friends go, I will take any cock and load you want me to take. But on one condition. We don’t start that until it is confirmed I am poz. I need to know this baby is yours. And it must be a two-way street. It must be difficult on those trips, so I have no issues with you fucking on the road too. If you always come home to me”. Dave pulls me up and kisses me deeply and says, “done deal. I know it’s fast, but I think I love you man”. Me: “Love you too babe”. Dave spends the rest of the weekend fucking and breeding me before heading off on another three-day truck trip. Those three days I feel empty. But he texts me numerous times every day. He stays with me whenever he is home over the next month. Just on a month I get the flu. Nothing severe, but enough for me to get tested. It comes back positive. When Dave gets home this time, I have a nice dinner and wine waiting for him. As usual, he is fucking me in the kitchen before dinner. As I pull my pants up and turn around, I kiss him and show him the results. He responds like a real father getting the news his wife is pregnant. As we lay on the couch like two lovers, he can’t keep his hands off me. Dave: “No rush, but a couple of the guys have been hounding me about the chance to fuck you. Whenever you are ready, love to see you fucked and bred by a few of them. The thought of my man looking after my mates really turns me on.” Me: “whenever you are ready babe”.

Yeah sometimes. To find out if they’re on prep or not

Hey really new to this and I wanted to dump an experience i just had. I Went over to my best friend's house for drinks and to watch basketball. We all got pretty wasted and my friend went to sleep but his dad stayed up and ended up pissing on my face. Anyone else has a random experience like this? This was my 3rd time ever getting pissed on.

Rimming is my favorite. I prefer a hairy ass. But oh my God, I’ll never turn down a smooth ass. But I want it naturally smooth. It’s always a disappointment for me to stick my face up ass crack and realise he has shaved.

I came out of the bathroom after finishing off an internal cleanse, ready to join Sam and Bailey in my room for some fun, when I came face to face with Tony. He looked my near-naked body up down, then fixed me with a stare as he licked his lips. “Can I join you guys?” he whispered. “Er, yeah, of course” I whispered back. “Just oral” he said, to which I nodded. I slid past him to my bedroom door and headed in, with him following behind me. Sam and Bailey both looked a little shocked to see him, but then Bailey lifted his arm and motioned Tony over to him. I closed the bedroom door quietly, and then walked over to where Bailey had started to touch Tony’s torso. “Tony is going to join in, but only oral” I said. “Great” said Bailey, giving Tony a warm smile. Sam came over and stood with us as we fondled Tony’s torso, shoulders and buttocks, all noticing how much he was bulging in his shorts. I gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and started to pull it up and off him, and he lifted his arms to allow me to remove it completely. He then hurriedly tugged down his own shorts and boxers so that he was as naked and Sam and Bailey, prompting me to step back and take off my own trunks. We stood for a little longer all touching his body, before I stepped away and got onto the bed on all fours. “Aaron wants to be the only bottom tonight” Bailey said. “Sam and I were going to see how many of our poz loads we could recharge him with.” “Fuuuuck” Tony growled, staring at me and licking his lips again. Bailey came round and got on the bed behind me, planting his face in my arse to start getting me ready. I looked up at Tony and motioned him over to me. He got on his knees on the edge of the bed, and I gripped his hard cock and began to gently lick and suck it. Sam then climbed up on the bed on his knees next to me, pushing himself up straight to gain a little height over Tony. He held his cock out at our neg housemate, and Tony stared at it for a moment. He then leaned over and took it into his mouth, giving out the slightest of moans as he got off on sucking a poz cock again. The angle of his body was making it hard for me to suck his own cock, so I let it slip out of my mouth so I could properly watch him slurping on Sam. Tony then slid off the bed onto his knees in front of Sam, never releasing the cock from his mouth, and properly got to deep throating. “Suck that poz cock” growled Sam. “But this load is going inside Aaron.” The mention of me being bred seemed to take Bailey to the point of needing to fuck, as he pulled his face away from me, shuffled into position, and started to press into me. I bore down on his cock to allow him to slide the whole length into me, and then he immediately began a pretty fast fuck of my eager hole. I panted as he thrust me back and forth, never taking my eyes off Tony as he hungrily blew Sam. We all stayed just as we were until Bailey began to accelerate, eventually thrusting into me one final time and flooding my hole. When he calmed down and pulled out, Sam removed his cock from Tony’s mouth and shuffled across the bed to take up position behind me. He thrust into me and started to fuck, while Bailey got onto the bed and lay down on his back. “Tone, come up and here and clean me up” he called out, lifting his head a little to look in our housemate’s direction. Tony hurriedly clambered up on the bed on all fours between Bailey’s splayed legs, and then began to lick and suck my boyfriend’s cum-covered cock. It was such a hot thing to watch as I was being thrust back and forth by Sam’s energetic fucking, and Tony’s own moaning made it clear he was ludicrously turned on by what he was doing. Who knows if there had been anything there before our conversation a few days prior, but it was plainly obvious that Tony had discovered a poz fetish. As I bounced back and forth on Sam’s girthy cock, I could not help but wonder how soon it would be before Tony took my place and allowed us to fill him with our poz seed. When Sam finally erupted inside of me, he pulled back and then encouraged me to turn over onto my back. “Tony” he said, “why don’t you come over here and fuck Aaron too?” Tony hesitated, looking between Sam and my arse, but his dick gave him away. He soon shuffled over, and Sam stepped aside to allow him to stand between my legs. He took hold of my ankles and held them in the air, and then after a couple of attempts, he managed to catch my hole with the end of his erect cock. He pushed himself into me fully, while our eyes were locked together. “Yeah, fuck my poz hole” I said to him. “Oh fuck” he growled. “Dip that cock of yours in the two poz loads already in there” Sam said. “Oh fuck!” Tony said again, much louder this time. “Fuck my knocked-up boyfriend” said Bailey, “and then he will drain his hole into your mouth.” Tony became like a wild animal, powering into me frenetically. He grunted and growled as he fucked me senseless, more turned on than I had ever seen him. I leaned forward slightly to grip onto the underside of my own thighs, all while the three of us continued egging him on. Any mention of my hole or the loads in there being poz only made him go more wild, and it wasn’t long before he exploded in me with a loud roar, no longer even slightly concerned about any of the other guys in the house hearing. Once his dick had stopped throbbing and his breath had calmed he pulled out of me, but immediately dropped to his knees and planted his face in my hole. I continued to hold my own legs up as he hungrily sucked and licked me clean, swallowing every drop of what dripped out of me. I had half expected him to suddenly run scared after fucking me, the poz fetish rapidly receding once he had cum, but the eagerness and thoroughness with which he was eating me out made it clear he was still mightily turned on even as his dick softened. He only pulled back once he seemed to be certain every last drop of cum that had been inside me was in his stomach. However, he then launched himself up onto the bed on all fours between my legs, and swallowed my hard cock in one go. I could not help but moan like an idiot as he eagerly deep-throated me to a quick orgasm, with all of my poz load going straight down his throat. “Fucking hell” he said, as he sat back on his haunches. “You seem to like poz cum” said Bailey, smiling at him. “Fuck yeah” Tony breathed out. “Plenty more where that came from” said Sam. It was several hours later before Tony and Sam left my room. My hole was absolutely gaping after taking each of them three times, and Tony’s stomach must have been full of cum given how much of it he had swallowed. He never once seemed to hesitate or doubt what he was doing, hungrily gobbling down our poz loads. He had even let Bailey scoop a little of one of my loads off my cock and gently rub it over the surface of his neg hole, and given Bailey had then dived in and stuck his tongue in, at least some of that load must have been pushed inside. Bailey and I were completely exhausted, so despite how sweaty we both were, we skipped our usual post-sex shower and just curled up in bed together. “He’s going to let us fuck him soon” said Bailey. “Yeah, I think so” I replied. With that, we both drifted off to sleep. To be continued

When I travel for work, the first thing I do on arriving in a new city is figure out the local cruising scene. Which is how I wound up, after dark, walking through a parking lot between Commerce and State streets in Erie Pennsylvania, headed to an adult bookstore, free-balling in nylon basketball shorts and a pink side-slash tanktop. As I walked, I heard a deep, masculine voice call out, “Hey! Boy!”. I turned to see a guy sitting in an older Honda Civic, waving me over. As I got close he asked if I had a light or a cigarette. I apologized for not having either and as I got close I saw he was stroking a monster BBC that would measure the same length as my forearm. He could tell by the way my eyes locked onto his manhood what I was doing in that parking lot. “Like this boy?”, he asked, stopping is stroking only to wipe pre-cum around his cockhead. My tongue instinctively licked my lips. “Yeah boy, come over here and lean through my window, you know you want this”. I nervously glanced around the parking lot, empty of people, a few parked cars, but saw a bank next door, probably decorated with security cameras. “Probably not a good spot for this”, I stammered. “Just come close, no one will know we’re doing anything but talking”, he said in a velvet voice, his strokes resumed and instantly started to hypnotize me. I could feel the lust building in my chest, that feeling that makes my body override every rational part of my day-to-day personality. I leaned down on the window and reached inside, my hand quivering as I touched his warm and rock hard manhood. “This really isn’t safe”, I said in a hushed voice, remembering stories of sting operations in unfamiliar towns and local cops hungry to assert their power. I pulled my hand back and stood up, turning slightly toward the exit of the parking lot. “Naw man, it’s all good here. Where are you going? The porn store?”. I nodded slightly. “Nobody is ever in there but creepy old guys. Come on back and hop in, I got tinted windows”, he said as he gestured toward the passenger door. Slowly I walked around the back of the car, taking a last nervous glance and opened the door. A few fast food cups spilled onto the asphalt as I looked at the collection of food wrappers, bags, and crumbs covering the seat. He swept the paper away and I sat down. Closing the door he rolled up the windows and waved his cock at me. “Get your lips on that, boy”, his tone suddenly became more aggressive and dominant. I leaned forward and touched my pursed lips to the top of his cockhead, opening slightly to touch my tongue to his slit, tasting a mixture of soap and pre-cum. I looked up at his face as I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire cockhead, rubbing my tongue along his frenulum. “Yessss boy”, he hissed, “just like that… let me see those blue eyes as you swallow me”. I slid my mouth down his shaft until I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and pulled back. After bobbing my head three times on his cock I felt his large hand on the back of my head. “You need to go deeper boy”, he said, pushing my head down his shaft and triggering my gag reflex. “Take it boy”, he said, holding my head against my attempts to pull back, and forcing his cock deeper into my throat. My eyes watered as I fought for air, not expecting to be impaled so deeply, so quickly. That familiar gagging noise tried to escape my throat until he finally took his hand off my head and his cock slid from me, a trail of throat slime still connecting me to his cock. As I gasped for air, I adjusted myself, knees up on his filthy passenger seat, to get a better angle to deepthroat as much of him as I could. I had come downtown to find cock and I wanted to enjoy every minute of this experience. I leaned forward and slid his glans into my mouth, hearing him moan before I started sliding him into my throat and feeling a hand on the back of my head. I tried to remember to breathe through my nose as best as possible when I felt his right hand slide down my back and under the waistband of the nylon shorts. His long fingers slid down my asscrack, finding my freshly shaved pink hole. With the lube I had already applied, he had no trouble sliding a thick middle finger into me, his fingernail scratching my anal ring and making me gasp over his shaft. I knew he had already decided a blowjob was not going to satisfy his urges. My mouth and throat vigorously worked his cock and became more frantic as he worked a second finger into my hole and tried to insert a third. “Get that cock wet, boy”, he ordered, “my girl is pregnant and I haven’t had any pussy in a few weeks. You’re going to be my girl tonight”. I moaned my consent in reply, not wanting to break my rhythm. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled off his cock, now coated in my throat slime, and dripping down his balls onto his car seat. I sat back and he demanded I lose what little clothing I had, tossing my tank top, shorts, and Vans checkerboard slip-ons onto the floor among the fast food garbage. “Mmm boy, look at those nips”, he said, licking his lips at the sight of my large pencil erasers, grown over the years through intense play. My nipples are the switch that turn me into a bottom slut. “I’m going to have fun with your bitch tits”, he grinned as he pulled me across the gearshift and onto his lap, that massive cock rubbing up and down my asscrack. His hands moved from my ass, up my side until his forefinger and thumb arrived at those bitch tits. Pinching hard he pulled me forward and shoved his tongue into my mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of stale cigarettes and bourbon. Working my right nipple, his other hand moved down under my ass, grabbed his cock, and I could feel the glans push against my lubed hole. Doing a warm-up in the hotel room with a thick dildo had made me horny and my hole was ready to receive any cock that found it. My head was reeling with lust when I suddenly smelled the familiar odor of amyl under my nose - another trigger for my slut switch. Without being told I inhaled deeply four times and held my breath, letting my head spin as my anal ring relaxed and his cockhead slid into me. My eyes opened at the sudden invasion and I felt his hands on my side, pulling my body down onto his long shaft. I moaned as he shifted his body then started lifting me up and pulling me down on his cock, a pale fuck puppet on his massive cock. My bodily urges soon took over and I started lifting myself as much as possible to ride his cock, my hole stretching and contracting, quivering as I was impaled. His hands again found my nipples and started working them roughly. I moaned and more poppers were shoved under my nose. My mind was flying high as a stranger's raw cock opened my ass and forced my body to submit. After a few minutes he groaned loudly and gripped my hips, holding me in place before pulling me deeper onto his cock. I felt the pressure inside me as his cock reached farther into me. He passed me the poppers and told me to inhale deep, 5 hits on each side. As I counted out the final inhale I felt the resistance between my body and his cock melt. My body submitted and my mind entered a space I had only experienced when my inner ring was breached and my very soul surrendered to cock. With short, quick pumps he worked past my sigmoid. My cock had long since gone limp and had now shriveled in total submission to a random man in a parking lot. After another few minutes both of our breathing had become ragged. I felt his shaft suddenly hardened even more and he grunted, pulling me down onto his hips and grinding his pelvis against me. He bellowed into my neck and shouted “God damn boy!” loud enough for half the block to hear. Regaining his senses, he pushed me off his cock and back onto the passenger seat. “Get the fuck out!”, he ordered as I scrambled to pull on my basketball shorts. Not waiting for me to find my shoes or tanktop he reached across, opened the door, and pushed me awkwardly out. My shoes and tanktop being thrown onto the asphalt beside me. He slammed the door, started the car, and backed out of the spot. I pulled on my tanktop and slipped on my vans, staggering toward the sidewalk and the adult bookstore. Luckily I was settled onto an old couch in the small theater, sucking the cock of an older man before I felt his load start running down my leg.

(The following may read like fiction, but I can assure you it’s all true) It’s always been a fantasy when you see your friend has a hot partner or boyfriend…thinking about what you’d like to do to them. Well, I got the opportunity recently and it was magical. This wasn’t cheating as everyone knew about it but never thought it would actually happen. Fast forward so many months later and one night we’re hanging out alone and having drinks. Just me and my friend’s boyfriend. I have a big thick cock and he’s always been curious about it. One thing leads to another along with several drinks later and he’s taking my pants off. Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was amazing. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure. He’s a good little cocksucker because he swallowed me down to my balls like a pro. Not much gag reflex on that one which is heaven. We were naked at this point and I put him on his back to play with his cock. As I inched closer to him I used my knees to spread his legs open and he also did so on his own like it was instinctual. I saw his hole for the first time and it’s fucking perfectly puckered and moderately hairy which is my favorite. I spit on my hand and ran it over his hole while hearing a gasp slip from his mouth. I looked him in the eye and slipped a finger inside him. Again, he instinctively pulls his knees to his chest giving me the best view of his hole. He moans again as my finger is slipping in and out. My cock still wet and dripping with his slobber, I quickly take my cock and slap it on his hole. He looked at me while his eyes got really wide and without actually saying anything, began to plead with me to fuck him. Now we never talked about condoms and in that moment I didn’t care one bit. He didn’t seem to put up a fight either. I knew he was a dirty whore at heart and wanted to get fucked like one. I lined my big cock head up with his hole and began to apply slight pressure and push in. He moaned like a little bitch while also grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in closer to him. He looked me in my eye and said “go slow. You’re so much bigger than any cock I’ve taken before.” That made me so fucking horny. I saw a bead of precum form and begin to drip from the tip of my cock. I wiped it onto his hole for some extra lube and continued to try and enter my friend’s boyfriend for the first time. The tip of my cock popped in and slowly I inched my head in and stopped so he could adjust as he moaned louder. I tossed his legs over my shoulders and got really close to him. Pressing our faces together and making serious eye contact with him. “Fuuuck. You have such a tight little hole. It’s gripping my cock head so hard!” I grunted at him. His mouth was open and he looked dazed as he whispered out “yeah”. It’s all he could do as I stretched him open more than any other man had before including his own boyfriend. I began to inch more of my shaft inside and he tried to relax his hole and said “oh my god, yes. I want all of it”. He grabbed my hips and pulled me and my cock in further. “Oh fuck you’re so big!” He let out another gasp. “Good boy” I grunted again in satisfaction as I was getting more of my cock inside his willing hungry hole. Soon enough I was all the way in and my balls were resting up against his. “Fuck yeah, such a good boy taking my entire raw cock inside you”. He made me wait a few moments so he could get used to having me inside him. I flexed my cock and he winced and gasped. I said “you’re not used to such a big and thick cock. You’re going to feel this in your chest”. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we begin making out for a moment. We break and stare at each other and he says in a loud whisper to me “uhhh I want you to fuck me”. I grinned and said “I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that since I met you!” I started to pull out and then pushed back in. Slowly at first until we built a rhythm. Then I started going at it and really fucking his hole. “Oh yeah daddy, oh my god, oh fuck me. Fuck me!!!” He explained in pleasure as I was now fully pounding his hole. “Oh baby, oh god, that feels so good” he was fully in it now and enjoying himself. His toes curling in the air with each long stroke of my cock in and out of his hole. “I’m precumming so hard inside you right now. I’m fucking filling your hole with precum!” I said between thrusts. He mustered out “you can’t cum inside me”. That took the wind out of my sails even though I suspected as much since he was in a relationship with another man currently”. I told him I would pull out when I got close even though I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck until I was on the edge and the push in balls deep and flood his guts with my huge load I’d been saving up for him. A few more minutes of fucking his sweet tight little hole and he started telling me he was getting close. He wasn’t even touching his cock! I was going to quite literally fuck the cum out of him. “Ohhh fuck, oh shit, I’m going to cum!!!” He explained as his toes all curled at once. His hole clamped down so tight on my cock as he began shooting ropes of cum into the air and all over his stomach and chest. Meanwhile his extra tight grip on my cock milked me so good while he was cumming I shouted “oh fuck you’re going to make me cum too”. I knew I needed to pull out right now to avoid getting cum inside him but a part of me still didn’t want to. His grip was so tight around my cock that I actually had trouble pulling out because he was still cumming. I reached down to grab the base of my cock to help pull out a little quicker when I felt the first wave of intense orgasm hit me. The first spurt of cum shot out of my cock as I was pulling out. I shot all over his chest, stomach, and it even reached his face because I was so turned on. There was cum on his ass cheeks and on his hole since I pulled out as I was starting to cum. I think some got inside him as well. Our first fuck was forbidden and so intense and the hottest thing I’ve experienced yet. He told me how he thinks about that night when he jerks off and how he wants it again. He wants to do it soon but this time, I want to see if I can unleash and empty my balls inside him like I’ve wanted all along. Let me know if you liked this. I might post about our next adventure. Also please let me know what you think I should do! I think he wants my load but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

The first time I took raw dick was in 1983 when I was 19. This was before taking it raw was a big deal. I gave and took loads whenever I could for a couple of years. Then everyone started talking about safe sex, and I became a condom nazi for 6-7 years. In 1992, I had moved to a bigger city for grad school, and I started hooking up through personal ads in the local indie paper - a lot like the apps only no pics and everything took days not minutes. I had placed an ad looking for guys who wanted head. One of the guys who responded was a short, thin Hispanic guy with a 9 inch uncut cock. I invited him over to my house while my roommate was at work. After a few minutes of small talk, we got naked and I knelt between his legs as he sat on the couch. His cock was super thick, too. I had not realized that from the description. I slowly worked the head tasting that extra flavor uncut guys always have. I was able to get most of him in my mouth eventually. He let me work for a good while. Then he leaned forward and reached down to stroke my cock. He maneuvered us into 69 on the couch. After sucking me for a few, he moved down to my hole and began to give me the best rimjob I have had before or since. Before I realized it, our positions had reversed - I was sitting on the couch with him kneeling before me with my legs in the air and his tongue all the way inside my hole. Then in one swift motion, he raised himself into fucking position and slid inside me. This was the biggest cock I had ever taken at the time, but he had loosened me up so much that it slid in painlessly. I was just suddenly full of uncut cock. It felt so good, but after a minute I freaked out about his going in bare. I had not taken a bare cock in years at this point. I asked him to rubber up (I promise the story gets better). He was disappointed, but he was nice about it. He fucked me until he came. We did it one more time like that a week or so later. One day, he hit me up wanting to play. My roommate was home, and we tried not to hook up unless the other was out (fucked up student apartment with no real privacy). I agreed to go over to his house this time. We made out a little on his couch, and then we got naked. He was eating me out in that amazing way he had, but this time, there were poppers. [This was during one of those times when they had made one formula illegal in the US, and you hardly saw poppers for a few years. This was the first I had even seen them in at least a couple of years.] He kept encouraging me to take as many hits as I liked off his bottle. Now, I remembered how good his raw cock felt in me, and I had been jacking off thinking about it. He went to get a condom from the bedroom. While he was gone, I took a big hit and thought about taking it bare. When he got back, I asked him not to use the rubber; he threw it down like it was hot. He slid inside and gave me an amazing fuck. Then I took my first load in years. I came back for more every few days until I moved away for a work later that year. He must have given more a hundred loads or more (for years, I would come back to see school friends and always got a load from him). I also started encouraging other tops to go bare and breed me. I never really wanted to use rubbers again.

Smooth for sure, natural or shaved. Not a fan of hair as dental floss.

"Shut the fuck up, faggot, I'm about to breed your cunt."

If I told you that you had a hot ass, would you hold it against me?

Hello. 29 here, Italian. I subscribed because I am High and masturbating and wanted to put these words down. When I smoke and I lose control there's only One man I want: my father. It's weird because I wouldnt do it sober but regressing cause of the high probably Wakes up something unconsciously. He's very attractive, my type. Hairy, dad bod, tall, thick hairy cock, thicker than mine and big feet. I desired him a lot when I started being sexually active and masturbating. I would sniff his White underwear with yellow stains because of the piss. The smell of real man. We are southern Italians and in Summer its very hot so we always stay in underwear and I can look at his bulge and I often Spy him when he pisses. Once I caught him pissing After he came. The dick was semi hard, the head still wet and Red. He noticed I was looking at him so I ran into my room. We have a difficult relationship, he was often distant and very rigid. So this desire Is probably Born from that. Looking for his acceptance and submission to the alpha male. I Wish I could suck him, sniff his cock after some day he didnt was It, sniff his pits. Letting him penetrate me and use me and cum inside me. I want to be his object and want him to use me and love me cause he made me and I belong to him. I probably have a foot fetish because of him. When I was young we would play he would put me on his feet and elevate me up and down, "the airplane" or we would make our feet touch and go back and forth, "the bycicle". What I would give for his feet to touch me agin, have them on my face. This Will never happen but I find this to be my ultimate fetish and my father is the manliest man to me. We can talk here or in private if this made you horny.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

I’ve written several stories on here but they seem to have disappeared. Sad because I don’t have any copies. I’ve been lurking and reading for a bit and just haven’t found any good inspiration for anything new til now. Hopefully I can get this out as well as it plays in my head. While I work on the meat of the story I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let out a little teaser to get the ball rolling. ******************** I sat at the bar in The Stage Door, a bar in Tucker, GA waiting for my friend Arthur to come, I had so much to explain and confess to him. He was my therapist, not a real therapist but he was that friend I could tell anything to. He finally got there after I finished my first drink, so we ordered two more and made our way to the back corner where we would have some privacy so I could get this off my chest. I had been dating a guy Randy for about four months when he confessed to me that he had broken up with his last boyfriend Paul after Paul had become HIV positive. This happened about a month before we got together. I felt terrible for Paul, to be in a relationship with someone and then get dumped because of that. Sure it would be scary but I thought it was a shitty thing to do anyway. When I told Randy that, he got really defensive and offended and started saying things like, “he deserved it” and “had it coming” and “shouldn’t have been such a whore” and then finally “he knew he was getting it” and even “wanted it.” Randy went on to explain...Paul had wanted to have other guys fuck him as well as Randy. Paul wanted to get breed and then Randy would breed him after. Randy agreed and Paul would invite guys over and they would all play together even DP Paul which Randy discovered he liked. Most guys did wear condoms but a few would agree to bareback. Paul really loved when they went raw. One day a guy who wore a condom shot a huge load, it was impressive seeing it in the condom when he took it off. Paul grabbed the condom and worked it into his ass while the guy watched. The guys eyes were huge as he watched Paul finger the condom into his hole. When Paul saw him getting hard again he maneuvered himself so he could suck his cock while he worked the open end of the condom into his swollen hole. Randy grabbed the condom and held it up so the cum flowed down the condom and into Paul. Randy had come home from work one day and two studs had Paul in a spit roast in the bedroom. That wouldn’t have been so bad but they wouldn’t let Randy play until after they left three hours later. Randy could hear balls slapping ass, name calling, and muffled moans and sometimes screams from Paul the whole time. Occasionally he would pop his head into the room to make sure everything was ok. Each time the guys would tell Paul to tell his man to get out. Paul would then mumble something from under the cock that was currently in his mouth. Randy knew Paul was having fun so he grabbed a brown bottle and enjoyed the rush. When the two guys finally left Paul lying in a bed soaked with sweet and cum, they walked through the living room after cleaning up and said to Paul on the way out, “We each gave him two toxic loads. Enjoy man, he’s all yours.” “That’s so sick and twisted!,” my friend Arthur said when I stopped telling my story long enough to take a drink before all the ice in my rum and Coke melted. “But wait, there’s more...”

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Love the contrast of hairy on smooth or smooth on hairy...either way around - a boy's smooth face between a Daddy's furry cheeks, rimming his hairy ass or a bearded Daddy rimming a boy's naturally smooth boypussy, making the boy sqeal as Daddy's bushy beard scrapes over his sensitive hairless taint...

Chapter 9 Oh, I remember Ivan for sure. Ivan immigrated from Romania about four years ago. He is blond, 34, with a swimmers’ build, a well-defined chest, and six pack abs. Just to remind everyone he hit the genetics jackpot, he’s got an 11” dick, has an impressive girth; beer can territory, and he loves to fuck. Ivan’s first words are to me are, “what is this on your cock”? Tom explains that he has locked my cock up in a cage as he sees it as useless until I get pozzed and that my only pleasure should be from cock fucking me. Ivan say’s ok and in his broken English, “oh, you have sloppy, messy hole that stays open-yum. Immediately Ivan is down eating my ass, lapping up any spouge he finds that is seeping out the wrecked gaping hole my ass has become. He stands up, opens his mouth so I can see his accumulation of pinkish glistening cum in his mouth and then slowly starts drooling it into my now open mouth. He slowly comes in for a kiss as we swap the lethal concoction between us; both swallowing the cocktail from my ass. Ivan then says, “I fuck you now”. His massive cock somehow slides right in. You so loose, what happened to your tight hole? Tom laughs and says, well I’ve been taking so much cock in the last couple of days it’s a surprise he hasn’t completely prolapsed with a bright rosebud. I try clenching my Kegels but with my legs spread and strapped to the stirrups, it’s a useless effort. Tom’s right my only purpose right now is to take cock. Undeterred, Ivan starts long dicking me, the pleasure from his cockhead sliding along my ass licks is amazing. I’m looking straight at him, recalling the first time he was here and what an amazing fuck he throws. Ivan’s pace picks up and soon he’s slamming in with each jab of his cock. He can last a while and all I can do is just admire this stud’s body as he becomes drenched in sweat and his solid abs flex with each thrust into my fuck hole. I’m completely mesmerized and lost in the amazing fuck. My eyes are rolled back and I just let his fucking take over my entire existence. I am so addicted to taking cock and Ivan’s is champion stallion worthy. My body seems to have no purpost other than serving him and I’m flying from just his complete conquering of my soul. It’s close to 20 minutes before a groan tells me he's ready to release his vial load into my soaked hole. I see his abs contract with each pulse and the contraction of his balls as his seed works its way into my already flooded and now foaming gashed hole. If Nirvana exists, Ivan fucking me and loading my ass is surely the road there. As Ivan pulls out, Tom is quick to insert a butt plug in my ass to make sure only a minimal amount leaks out. Ivan tells me to clean his cock. With his massive endowment, I take as much in as I can, thankful that my head and throat are no longer cinched to the table. I’m greedily licking all the pink frothy mixture up as I service his magnificent fuck stick. Once Ivan’s clean he fist pumps Tom and says he’s got to go now, thanks him for the invite and heads out the door. Tom looks at my like I’m a prized mare and says to me that I’ve been taking cock for over 5 1/2 hours and it’s probably best to take a break. Well almost Tom says and tells me Todd’s going to come up, add his own special toxic load to my ass and then evaluate me to decide if I’m ready for my next treatment and round of cocks. He’ll let me rest briefly and I can get something to eat and drink. Tom adds he hopes I don’t mind but he’s told Jamie and Trevor they can stay and crash in the casita before they leave around 4 AM. Plus, they want another go at my ass, and Tom can’t deprive the boys after all their hard work; especially after they both took loads from Ivan and the Cuban cousins. Tom and Ivan leave and I’m alone for a few minutes when the door opens with Todd and Craig entering the room. Craig says, he hopes that it’s ok, but he wanted to watch Todd fuck me and hopes I’ve changed my mind about a direct injection. Todd, dropping a bag beside us, says to me, that he’s been wanting to breed my ass since he saw me at the clinic. He loves fucking daddy types and passing his DNA on to others is his sacred obligation he tells me. Now Todd is one hot dude, well-muscled, and has a nice 7 ½ cock with big low hanging balls. He also, fills in a major checkbox as I have a huge medical fetish. Todd removes the huge butt plug acting as a stopper for the cum in my ass and is astounded by the gape of my hole. Todd tells me how ripe I look, with cum oozing at the edges of my hole and describes in detail everything he is seeing including the bright red gash of my slightly prolapsed hole. Using the cum that is finding its way out my chute, he slides right in telling me what a hot daddy I am. Todd tells me he’s going to fuck his babies into me and make sure he impregnates me with his extremely toxic cum. Todd is really verbal and as he pummels my ass keeps telling me how this daddy is going to be his and with him and docs personal attention I will spread his babies throughout the world. I fucking love his cock and just like Craig’s their size is a perfect fit as each thrust of his cock keeps jutting itself against my prostate. I feel each thrust as if my nervous system goes into overdrive and demands acknowledgement of Todds handywork. He’s fucking me rapidly and telling me I can join the club of daddies he’s impregnated. His thrusting becomes brutal and he’s slamming balls deep into me as he screams his desire. Suddenly the thrusting stops as he wails, that he’s cumming, as his cock spews pulse after pulse of his viral cum. As he comes down from his fuck, his cock deflates, and he collapses onto me. Craig, completely turned on, pulls Todd aside and mounts my ass slamming into my hole. He’s thicker and slightly shorted and takes over the stimulation of my prostate. Between the tow of them my cock is leaking a fair amount of clear precum. Craig is so turned on he doesn’t last too long when he adds his load. As he pulls out Craig my ass is so full that a stream races down my balls and Craig quickly replaces the butt plug and presents his cock for me to clean. Todd has regained his composure by now and looks at me and says he hears I may be interested in a direct blood injection of toxic DNA. He tells me that I’d be surprised how many guys who have tried for years to get knocked up end up at Dr. Turner’s clinic dumbfounded by how they haven’t been converted yet. Dr. Turner is very accepting of chasers as he’d been one of them before getting pozzed himself. He wants his patients to stay healthy otherwise and able to get fucked as much as they want. He makes sure they are tested regularly for STD’s and quickly treats anything he finds. If they convert positive, he works with them on how to stay healthy regardless of if they want to start antiviral therapy or not. Dr. Turner is doing a research study trying to discover why certain guys fail to become poz even with so much high-risk sex many of whom are part of the PNP crowd. Everyone coming to the clinic has their blood typing done along with a ton of other tests as he works to correlate the data. Todd shares they do all kinds of treatments in the clinic for guys of all statuses and needs. As a result, Todd’s become pretty good at administering treatments ranging from blood transfusions, to complex IV therapies and complex treatment regimes for a variety of advanced diseases. Todd assures me he has learned an amazing amount and can easily manage any potential reactions. Unknown to Dr. Turner, over the last couple of years several of the guys have asked Todd to fuck them after hours to try to knock them up. Todd says he’s not shy about sharing his own poz status and his high viral load when guys ask him to fuck them and try to poz them. Well of course Todd obliged and at some point, a couple guys asked if he’d increase their chances by injecting them with his tainted blood and agreed. Well Todd is O+ like me and he tells me as a result he’s helped a couple dozen guys join the brotherhood when they have a compatible blood type. While we aren’t universal donors we are still compatible with over 75% of guys and his success rate is close to 85% on a first try. He tells me that reactions on compatible types are rare and that he carries with him acetaminophen and Benadryl that he gives ahead of time. They are OTC but will prevent most any reactions though he still needs to monitor heart rate, temperature and blood pressure. Todd explains that since it isn’t nearly as much blood as a full transfusion he likes to hang around for 3-4 hours to be sure, but after an hour if no reactions occur there’s no reason not to resume full activity. Todd asks me if I have any questions. I ask, so it’s he’s saying it’s safe to inject blood from Craig. Todd says definitely; he’s O- and I know that for sure as Craig’s a patient of ours too. I’m completely stoked as I think to myself, I have a pretty surefire way to be sure I’m knocked up. I look at Craig and say, let’s do this man; let’s get some of your tainted blood into my system. Todd says, I’ve had so much poz cum in my bloodied hole, there is no doubt my body is already succumbing to its new poz state, but this will make sure of it. Todd says he’d be honored to contribute and be part of the legacy as well. Fuck yes, I say as Todd just offered to fulfill a major fantasy of my medical fetish. Todd says, well, we were pretty sure you were going to say yes so, I’ve already collected some blood as he produces a small vial. Craig says to me that he hopes I don’t mind but we had Tom donate as well. I look, and say Tom as well? Todd goes, yep, he’s O- like Craig, so mixing the three of us together, is sure to take me over the edge and likely to infect me with multiple strains if I’m not already converting. Shit, this is amazing I tell them and say let’s do this, but really hope I get Tom’s strain and if I’m really lucky, will end up with both HIV 1 & 2 and be a member of the elite club of the dual infected. Todd says they need to get me out of the restraints and asks Craig to get Tom to help and be present for this. When they return, the restraints are removed, and they take my legs out of the stirrups helping me to my feet. Tom walks me to the shower and helps me to clean off. The rain head cascading over me wrapped in Tom’s arms feels amazing. I’m sore, worn out and exhausted, but fuck I feel so exhilarated and proud of myself for taking so much poz cock and that soon I can be assured I’m successful on my quest. We go through the door to the Casita and Tom lays me down on the couch, my head resting on his lap. Todd does his thing and I barely feel even a pinch as he injects me. I’m fascinated and elated as I watch this toxic brew of their mixed blood and toxic DNA slowly enter my arm. I feel Tom getting hard as the injection is completed and he reminds me there is going to be another round of guys fucking me. As I’m lying there, I realize how tired I am from the past 6 hours. I’m completely exhausted but also feeling, in a way complete for the first time, and absolutely content with my decision as I am falling asleep.

After a long-ish dry spell where I simply had no time or opportunity to get fucked, I started to notice urination was harder, slower, and as a result more frequent. After I got well pounded and some seed in my ass, the problems resolved. Put me in the "getting fucked is good for my prostate health" column.

It seems to me you are misconstruing the purpose of the "penalty points" system - likely because it is "reminiscent of being at school." The idea (as I understand and apply it) is to provide a way of indicating to members that they've violated site policy without suspending them if it doesn't seem warranted, and to encourage people to change their behavior so that they don't violate the policy going forward. Of course we all make mistakes (moderators definitely included; I made a doozie of one just yesterday). You can certainly plead your case if it matters to you, and a moderator is likely to be sympathetic. Very often a moderator will notice at the time the warning is given that (for example) the member just joined yesterday, and reduce the penalty accordingly. It would be counterproductive (as well as cruel) to suspend a brand new member's posting privileges the day after they joined. Simply moving or deleting a post proves to be insufficient because, alas, people are unlikely to remember it and so their behavior is unlikely to change. As the moderation staff is volunteer, it's important (to the site owner) that they not be unreasonably burdened by repeatedly editing, moving, and deleting things that don't belong - whether they were put there by mistake or deliberately.

I insisted on condoms until about 15 years ago when a regular fucktop started to breed me. It was only him for a while but since starting Prep I am a 'no load refused' guy - prefer in the ass but will swallow loads if the top prefers it.

Part 7 " So you and Stan are married " " yes 15 years, here drink this " " are you not having one " " I just had one and this is to relax you ".. " This is nice makes me feel all warm inside " " yes it will " " what is it ? " " oh just something a cocktail lets call it " . Ollie laid back on the sofa " you feel relaxed now " " yea I feel so good, light headed a bit " "yea it does that, here let me give you a massage to relax you more " and he slowly starts massaging Ollies back. " Although we are married we play around " " what do you mean " " we go with other guys " " wow together? " " yea sometimes but normally we do our own thing " the t was having affect and Ollie was getting horny his dick had gone hard. " Wow you mean you both have another guy you see ? " " we see lots of guys we fuck around all the time " " wow like how many ? " " oh I cant count but hundreds " " hundreds ? " " yea I see from your dick you like what I am telling you " " what if you catch something ? " " well if we were worried about that we could wear a condom or we could take prep but we dont life is for living live for today Ollie more fun that way " " where do you meet these guys ? " " apps, cruising bathhouses " " wow and you never catch anything ? " Louis moved and sat next to Ollie and started to massage the inside of his leg " dont worry about that just go with the flow " and he moved his hand to Ollies dick and started to massage that " why you are hard, you like sex Ollie I can tell you came here with your ass hanging out you look so hot here have another drink ". Ollie knocked it back his head was in the clouds and he felt so horny. " you look so handsome " " thanks Ollie " and he leaned over and gave Ollie a long passionate kiss " I feel so horny " " so do I so do I " Louis said excitedly he could not believe his luck here he was balding early 50's with an 18 year old " your so hot Ollie " and Ollie put his arms around Louis neck and pulled him towards himself. Louis could not wait he undid Ollies shorts and pulled them down. He leaned toward the side table while still holding and kissing Ollie. He got the lube and applied it to Ollies hole all the time kissing Ollie. Ollie felt a finger then two then three penetrating his hole then he slowly pushed his dick into Ollies hole bit by bit until it was in. " Oh I feel so dizzy " " just go with the flow Ollie you love this I could not wait to get another crack at your sweet ass " and he started to slam Ollies hole faster and faster and Ollie started to cry " yea yea fuck me " and he did from every position. He was still kissing Oliie as he shot his load into Ollies ass he cried " fuck yea " and the door opened and it was Stan. In front of him was Ollie on his back and his husband Louis fucking him. " What the fuck ! "

So I heard that there was cruising going on at my local Homedepot and I decided to check it out because I was in desperate need of a load up my ass or down my throat. I put on my flimsy cut-off jeans shorts, a tank top that barely covered anything and some boots. When I arrived at Homedepot the parking lot was pretty empty. I went straight to the back of the store where the toilets are. There were some guys and maybe two or three women walking in the isles. I checked out the bathroom but there was nobody. I stayed near the bathroom and pretended that I was looking for an AC filter. After a couple of minutes I noticed that a guy in his late 50s with thick gray hair was checking me out. I bent over pretending to look at some items in the lower shelves and I could feel him staring at my ass. He was exactly what I was looking for! A hot daddy. Maybe even married. I knelt down in front of the shelves spreading my legs and touched my crotch. Let's see if he is looking for a slut to use or if he is going to walk away. I was in luck and he touched his crotch too. Not wanting to waist any time I got up and walked into the still empty bathroom. I heard him following me and my heart was racing in excitement. He joined me in the very last stall and stood in front of me. I un-bottomed my shorts and he touched my chest with the both hands. He obviously enjoyed my smooth skin and erect nipples. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The guy was twisting and pinching my nipples while I was unpacking his dick which was already rock hard! “Take that shirt off!”, he commanded quietly. I obeyed and hung my shirt on a hook while he was closing the door of the stall. His cut dick was facing up at almost 45 degrees I couldn't help staring at it. “I hope you are a bottom!” I just nodded and touched his fat twitching fuck meat. In one movement he grabbed me by the hips turned me around and pulled down my shorts. He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and said: “Your fucking cunt is wet. Do you have some loads in you already?” I shook my head and said: “No. That's lube.” He pushed pushed his rock hard dick slowly inside me and grunted. I don't have to tell you how great it feels when a bare cock penetrates you. The guy grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. I had to hold on to the wall in front of me with both hands to not loose my balance. Suddenly someone came into the restroom. The guy stopped the fucking abruptly but remained inside me with the head of his dick. We both held our breath and heard someone urinating for quite a long time. My fucker obviously couldn't wait anymore and slid his dick inside me very slowly. He fucked me in super slow motion while the guy was still peeing. Him sliding his bare dick in and out of me so slowly almost took me over the edge. We both were did not make a sound while he kept screwing me. Finally I heard the guy flushing the urinal and leaving. I let out a deep moan and my fucker groaned: “I'm gonna cum so hard inside you!” He picked up the fuck speed again abusing my cunt hard. “Fucking bitch! Take my load!”, he said in a very deep voice. He grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his muscles spasm as he was shooting his hot cum inside me. Without touching myself a shoot my load too covering the wall and toilet in-front of me with cum. I moved a little bit forward but the guy pulled me back and said: “Hold still bitch! I'm still cuming!” And I actually felt his boner still pulsating inside me. After he emptied his balls in my guts he finally pulled his dick out. It left my cunt gaping and I felt cum running down the inside of my naked thigh. The guy left without saying a word. He didn't even close the door to the stall. So I turned around closed the door, pulled my shorts up and put my shirt back on. As I walked thru the store back to the parking lot I wondered if anyone would notice the cum on my naked legs. As I drove home thinking about how the guy fucked and used my like a slut made me smile. Maybe there are guys cruising at Lowe's too I thought.

I was at gym and this guy was staring at me all the time. I went to the toilet and he was in the showers zone, so I went there, but he was going now to the urinals. I went back there and he put out a massive huge and thick cock, aprox 23cm and make me a sign. Then, que said for me to go to the parking garage. I went out the gym and we took the same elevator to -1 floor. we went to a empty toilet, right there out the shall. I went down on my knees and suck it. Then he puts me up, turns me and start to try tu put that massive cock inside. It felt so good. He stroke me in and give me his load. I cum too

I did my best to find the same thrill in the antics with my housemates for the next two weeks, but it was sapping my spirit pretending I was into it all as I had once been. I had to resort to imagining I was with Harry, Sid or these friends of theirs while one of my friends was working out my hole, just to get as excited as they would expect me to be without suspecting something was up. But something was up. I had experienced sex that truly did something for me, and I knew that it was not just the risk factor as it felt like I would still want to be completely used by random, older, possibly sick men even when I inevitably converted. I had found my calling, and even increased my workout regimen to make sure I had the maximum virile appeal as possible for the next meet-up. At some level I didn’t want to convert. Not that I was having any second thoughts about it, but more that I didn’t want to miss out on any of the sordid adventures Harry and Sid would no doubt organise for me while I was still a spring chicken yet to be plucked, as it were. I wasn’t sure if they would lose interest once the deed was done, but I suspected it was a possibility. As such, as unlikely as it seemed given how infested they both must be with the virus and all the lengths they’d gone to in order to make me more susceptible, I still hoped that it hadn’t taken just yet. Eventually the two weeks was up, and I headed back to Harry and Sid’s. Harry had messaged to say that we would indeed be going to one of their friend Omar’s parties, which had been hastily arranged in my honour, but he thought it best if I came to theirs first for some pre-gaming drinks and to make sure my bike was securely stored for the night. Sid would then drive us all over to Omar’s place on the other side of the city. This all sounded sensible, so I rode over to their place, got the bike locked behind the side gate, and then joined them out on their patio for some cocktails and cigarettes. Where it had been unseasonably warm on my last visit, there was a definite nip in the air this time so I was glad of my choice of fleece-lined jogging bottoms, tank top, long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie. It was great to see them again, though I was maybe a tad disappointed the pre-gaming did not extend to a bit of pre-breeding as well. Perhaps sensing this, Sid assured me that I would get all the cock I needed and more that night, and they would also be very happy to have me in their bed when we got back later. He went on to say that Omar liked to have very first dibs on new attendees at his parties, so they were going to respect that and wait their turn. I asked if it was a problem that Marcus and Liam had both bred me even after I had showered and got ready meaning some of their cum was definitely still in there, which caused them both to laugh heartily before Harry noted that Omar would thoroughly enjoy knowing his cock was being lubed by the seed of another couple of hot jocks. I chuckled at that, wondering what the boys would think. Anyway, after Harry and I had got a little merrier, and with Sid wanting the chance to actually have a drink at some point, we headed out to his car and set off. It was a bit of a drive round the ring road, and then we entered a quiet area of mostly semi-detached houses. We pulled up outside a fully detached one, and then got out of the car and went up to the front door. When it was opened, Omar turned out to be a similarly aged and thin man, and he welcomed us with a big smile. “Hello young man” he said to me. “You are very welcome indeed.” “Thank you sir” I replied, nervously smiling at him. “Do come in!” Omar said, standing aside and holding his arm out to direct us inside. The house smelled smoky and a bit spicy, and went I followed Sid into the living room there turned out to be seven other men there, all older, all drinking, some smoking cigarettes. “Evening gents” said Sid. “The guest of honour is here!” Everyone stopped talking and stared at me, which made me feel very self-conscious but also extremely excited. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, and decided I should go one better. I pulled off my hoodie, and then with a few whistles being emitted by the group, I slowly pulled off my T-shirt so I was just in my tank top. I walked to the centre of the room, and then slowly rotated on the spot while flexing a little. My heart was pounding, but the whistles and whoops from all the old men around me was exciting. “Alright lads” called Harry, while laughing, “calm down and let’s get the boy a drink or two before we let you loose on him.” While everyone else was sitting on the many sofas and armchairs around the room, I perched on a stool in a spot where they could all see me properly. I lit up a cigarette after Omar gave me a glass of champagne, and then actually managed to have a few conversations with everyone there. As Harry and Sid had been, they were particularly interested to hear about life in the student house, with more than a couple of them commenting that I should bring some of my housemates with me next time. I joked that I would ask them, while a little part of my brain wondered whether any of them would actually be up for something like this, even if they got themselves on PrEP first. Anyway, after a few drinks and cigarettes, Omar suggested we could maybe get proceedings underway. I was sufficiently lubricated with champagne to not feel any nerves by this point, so I readily followed his lead out into the garden and down to a pretty sizeable outbuilding at the far end. The lights were already on, and when we went inside I found myself in a facility that made Harry and Sid’s playroom seem laughably under-equipped. It was a huge space that I guessed had once been a garage, and had numerous black leather sofas and armchairs in a large circle in the middle, and elsewhere there were a couple of slings and benches, mats, cushion-topped barrels, another of those St Andrew’s Cross frames, and a fully equipped bar. Masses of shelves and glass-fronted cupboards everywhere displayed all kinds of sex toys, leather gear, whips and all kinds of other things. “Fuck me” I said, taking it all in. “That’s what I intend to do” Omar whispered in my ear. He then steered me over to the middle of the sofa area, and I undressed while the other men all got themselves settled. By the time I was naked Omar was back from the bar area with a couple of bottles of champagne, and he gave me a small glass while topping up everyone else. I just stood, gyrating a little, waiting for Omar’s next move as I knew he would have the first go with me. In time the men started beckoning me over so they could touch and feel me, and it wasn’t long before one of them swallowed my cock. Then the next guy turned me round so he could plant his face between my cheeks. So it went on, until all of them including Harry and Sid had enjoyed a few minutes to appreciate my body. I had never felt so wanted in all of my life, and it was intoxicating. But, eventually, Omar came and took hold of my wrist, pulling me back into the centre of the space. “Gentlemen” he announced, “Harry and Sid have, I think we can all agree, outdone themselves tonight!” Cheers went up from everyone else, as Harry and Sid took comedic little bows. “But” said Omar, “we must now say something about Aaron here. Never have we had such a handsome young hunk in this room, and yet tonight here he is, willingly making himself our plaything for the night.” More cheers erupted, and Harry and Sid grinned at me as I blushed. “So” continued Omar, “the normal rules will apply. Everyone will pick a number from the hat, and the breeding of handsome Aaron here will go in that order once I’m done with him. Then, you’ll all be free to have whatever fun you want with him and each other. Clear?” Everyone nodded or raised their glasses to signal agreement. “Now, Aaron, I understand you’re here just to bottom, right?” Omar asked me. “Yes sir” I said. “Well, OK then, though some of the boys here are going to be disappointed to not be able to take a ride on that impressive member of yours” Omar said, chuckling. “As for the rest of you, that means you’ll need to be getting it from each other, but let’s try to make sure Aaron here goes home overflowing so maybe save your special loads for him.” The men cheered and chuckled. “Before we begin, Aaron” Omar said to me, “let’s just be clear about a few things.” “OK?” I said. “You’re neg?” “Yes sir” I replied. “You’re not on PrEP?” “No sir” I said. “And you know we’re all poz?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling at him. “Good” he said. “I know Harry and Sid have already got you started down this road, but tonight you’re going to be taken to a whole other level.” “I hope so sir” I said, causing the men to cheer. “Well” said Omar, smiling at me, “let’s get this underway.” He steered me towards one of the slings, which I turned around and hopped into. I raised up my feet and allowed him to put them into the hoops, and then I shuffled down until he was content with my position. He smiled down at me and reached out to rub my stomach muscles, before disappearing out of view and immediately starting to rim and finger my hole. “There’s cum in here” he said from his crouched down position. “Yeah, three of my housemates bred me before I set out” I said, causing a few of the guys on the sofas to chuckle. “Oh fuck yeah” growled Omar, as he stood up straight while pulling off his top, pushed his cock against my hole, and then propelled his entire length into me. “Oh fuck me!” I yelled out at the surprise of the sudden penetration, before immediately starting to groan as Omar went straight to a rapid pounding. I reached up and gripped the chains holding the sling, and after adjusting to the fuck, took to staring at the man who was inside me, encouraging him when we made eye contact, and otherwise looking at the small biohazard tattoo on the left side of his chest. Fuck, this is what I needed. I was a tall, muscled, 20 year old jock, I was willingly being fucked raw by a poz cock again, and I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I turned and looked at all the other men over on the sofas, and somehow my cock got even harder as I thought about how they were all going to be using me for hours tonight. If Harry and Sid’s initiation had not done the job, surely by the end of tonight I would be well on my way to conversion. Omar eventually reached climax, and I grinned at him as he pumped his load into me. He took some time to get his breath back, but eventually pulled his softening cock from me before pushing a couple of his fingers into my dripping hole and nicking me with his nails a bit. He looked up at me with a devilish grin as he did this, meaning I knew it was deliberate but I didn’t care. Then he promptly withdrew his digits, walked round to the side of the sling, and presented those same fingers to me. I leaned forward and took them into my mouth, looking up at him as I sucked on them as seductively as I knew how. “Good boy” he said, before taking his fingers away. “I am already looking forward to fucking you again later, but now it’s time for everyone else to have their turns.” “Yes sir” I said. Omar went over to the bar and picked up a bucket that he took to the sofas, and every other man there picked a piece of paper out of it that must have had a number on, not that I could see from where I was. Some of them groaned in frustration, presumably having to wait longer than others, and most of them reached for the champagne to top up their glasses. One guy, however, was already walking towards me with a big smile on his gaunt face. He pulled off his top as he approached to reveal a distinct pot belly, and I realised he must be as full-blown as Harry, if not more so. He wasted no time in ploughing into me, and I settled back for another frenetic fuck from a sick old man who could not believe I was there. All of them had their turns with me in the sling, though the fact that Omar checked with each of them if they wanted me somewhere else made it clear that they all wanted to look at my face and torso while they fucked me for the first time. I was quite happy with this too as it was turning me on no end watching these guys sweat and strain as they hammered away inside me. I even found myself thinking about the service I could provide to men like these up and down the land who all dreamed of rutting someone like me. I loved it, and resolved to keep myself in shape for as long as possible in the future. Once they were all done, Omar helped me get my legs down from the sling straps, and handed me a glass of champagne and a cigarette. I joined the guys for a few drinks and smokes while they worked themselves up for the next session, also giving me the opportunity to stretch out my limbs a bit after so long in the same position. Cum was continually dribbling out of me, but neither I nor anyone else there cared. We chatted, with me this time getting them to focus on regaling me with stories about the things they had got up to at these parties before. Some of it was pretty wild. The 18 year old twink who had spent the night locked in the sling and had converted a week later. The 45 year old married dad of three who had willingly blown up his life by spending several hours kneeling over the back of one of the sofas. The couple in their thirties who had enjoyed a couple of parties so that they were knocked up before their flamboyant gay wedding. The sugar daddy who had found out his boy was a chaser, wanted to be the one to knock him up before the lad was tempted to cheat any more than he was doing so already, and therefore needed to get himself pozzed. There were many other stories too, alongside the normal goings-on when the group just met up without any outsiders to have some fun together. Eventually their loins were stirring again, and Omar suggested it was time to get the second round going. He necked the last of his champagne, and then went over to one of the cabinets and took out something that seemed to be made of a lot of leather straps. He came over to me, and only once he held it up could I see roughly what it was. He got me to perch on the stool so he could reach my neck better, and put a thick padded collar at one end of the thing round my throat and fastened it behind. He then had me stand up with my back to him, and proceeded to fasten my wrists in successions in cuffs behind me that were attached by a strap to the collar. Once he was done my arms were securely in place, but not uncomfortably so. He shooed the guys off one of the sofa and helped me to kneel down on it and rest my chest on the back of it, deciding to then grab one of the cushions and put it under my chest to raise me up a bit and also make me more comfortable. He got me to spread my knees a little wider, and then I soon felt him begin to finger me before his face and tongue were in my arsecrack. He didn’t spend long there though, and after pulling me back a little he pressed his cock against my hole and slid in, using just the toxic cum in there as lube. As he began to fuck me again, one of the guys sat down next to me on the sofa, and I turned my head to face him. “You like getting fucked boy?” he asked. “Yeah” I panted. “You like taking poz cock and cum in your hole, don’t you boy?” he continued, while starting to stroke his cock. “Fuck yeah” I said. “You know” he continued, “Harry and Sid carry the same strain, but everyone else has something different.” “Fuck yeah” I said again. “There’s gonna be quite a cocktail in your bloodstream by the end of tonight” he said, giving me an evil grin. “Even if you were on PrEP you might not have avoided a pozzing, and they’re gonna struggle to find you meds that work after this.” “Oh fuck” I said, my cock hardening even more. He watched me getting fucked for a couple more minutes, before getting up and going round to the back of the sofa. He presented his cock to me, and I opened my mouth to take it in. As I swallowed him, he put his hand on my shoulder to help me remain steady as I was fucked hard, given the bondage gear was preventing me from clinging on to the furniture myself. I closed my eyes and thought about how I had truly found my place in life, trussed up and vulnerable, being spit-roasted by two toxic cocks. I was sure that I was going to be experiencing everything that was on offer in that playroom, but thought that this would be hard to top. Omar eventually sped up and blew in me, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I felt another poz load being pumped into my hole. Omar then withdrew, prompting the guy in my mouth to do the same so he could take over at my rear end. Omar briefly had me lick his cock clean as the other man began his entry, but our host soon slumped down on the sofa next to me to get his breath back while the other guy began to pound into me. I turned my head so I could see the rest of the room while I was thrust back and forward, noticing that Harry and Sid were both in slings getting fucked by their friends, and someone else was down on a mat on all fours getting spit-roasted. Other guys were just walking around watching the action while they stroked their cocks, I suspected in anticipation of being next to take their second turn in me. I slightly zoned out at that point, watching all the old sick men having an orgy while I was being buggered, imagining how I was going to look by their age. Would I indeed be so toxic that I could not get medicated? Did I even want to suppress the virus once it overtook me? These thoughts filled my mind as I panted and rocked, loving the feel of the man inside me. Then, out of nowhere, I suddenly started to imagine some of my housemates in this scene. Marcus and Josh in the slings. Bailey strapped to the St Andrew’s Cross. Tony strapped down on the fuckbench. Leroy bent over a barrel. Everyone else somewhere in the room taking it from these old men. This was all too much for me and I involuntary came all over the sofa, the orgasm causing my hold to clamp down so much that the man in me also lost it and started breeding me. As he pumped me full of his toxic swimmers, I resolved there and then to find some way to bring the other guys in on my kink, as we had all shared in theirs… To be continued…

@negchaserlooking Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 @kitpig You're welcome! Glad you enjoyed it! @CRKLTHRWLF I try 🙂 @nymidtowneast Isn't he? @pozpopperpig Maybe. Who knows just how far it goes? 😛 @plisken Summer education, at its finest. @billy88666 Sounds fun. Who knows what he's going to taught....? @Medwaym Heh... good. 🙂 @KinkyTallBottom I think we all are. 😉 @CigarManLondon Glad you're enjoying the story so far. Who knows what firsts Riley might encounter...? @HappyPozBoy Oh, he will be. There is a lesson plan in the works. 😉 @GrayWolfBln I mean, there is definitely a chance that's where he goes. Fun picture btw. 😉 Anyways, time for another update. Had a lot of fun writing this. Kind of worried it's slow in a few spots, but I promise, it's worthwhile. As always, feel free to post any suggestions, I read them and comment on every single one. Enjoy! -------- Lesson 4: The Science of Rapid Skill Acquisition I woke up, blearily turning over and looking at the clock, brightly displaying 7:15 in its soft neon blue glow. Grateful to see the I hadn’t overslept despite the difficult night sleeping with the plug firmly planted inside my ass, I turned over with a sigh. Once again, my cock was rock hard, due to the ever present plug in my ass stabbing my prostate with every movement. Slowly sitting up, I let out a slight groan as the hard silicone slide against my throughly pummeled ass walls. Gingerly, I walked over to my dirty laundry bin before finally deciding on a mostly clean, but well worn pair of grey sweatpants, hissing as I felt the plug slide around some more as I bent over and pulled the pants on. I let out a slight jump as I heard a knock at the bedroom door. “Hey bro, awake yet?” I heard my brother, Ryan, call out from behind the door, “I got work in about 45 mins, so I’m gonna head out. Bathroom is all yours.” I stood for a second, trying to remember why he was home before finally remembering how mom and dad said he would be back in town this summer himself for some internship at some design firm. Ryan was about 2 years older than me, already a senior in college. A lot of people swore we were twins as we both looked extremely similar, with the only real difference being I was slightly shorter than him, and the mole on his left cheek. Nothing like our older sister, who lived downtown with her new fiancé in some fancy high-rise. “Did you hear me,” he called out, breaking me out of my my train of thought. “Oh, um…” I said, dumbly, my mind still not fully awake, “Thanks Ryan. Still waking up, sorry. Hey, is there any coffee left?” “Yeah man, Dad and Mom left already for work and left a list of things to do,” he said, as he slowly began to walk down the stairs loudly, “I’ll take the trash out, if you can get the other stuff done. I’m heading out now so I can get in early.” Ever the suck-up, I snickered to myself. It had been that way ever since high school, where I’d been the more popular kid and making friends with everyone while not caring as much on grades, he was the one who was loved by all the teachers, graduated near the top of the class, and was ever the responsible, if not a little stuck up one. Hearing the front door slam shut followed by the muted sound of the trash bin being pulled to the curb, I slowly hobbled into the hallway before making my way to the bathroom, grateful I wouldn’t have to explain why I was walking so strangely. I turned on the shower, and slowly stepped under the warm spray as I let my mind drift to last night. My mind drifted under the warm spray of water as I thought about each of the men taking turns on my hole, begging them to flood my hole with their toxic loads while I smoked their cigars. I was still surprised at myself at how ok I was with it, knowing that any fuck from the two could be the one to convert me. Slowly, my hand drifted to my ass, blocked by the large plug lodged firmly inside. Slowly I began to tug on it, feeling as my ass refused to let go as the large bulbous part. I could feel the remains of their poz loads swirl around inside me, being worked into my ass walls with each release of the plug. Slowly, I felt myself slowly get worked up to point of wanting to cum. Finally, I stopped, not wanting to shoot yet another load yet, a part of me curious as to what was in store for me this morning for having completed their task. Quickly I soaped myself down, rinsed off and stepped out the shower, and reached for the towel. Annoyed I discovered that once again, my older brother had taken the last towel in the bathroom. Shivering slightly, I quickly stepped out into the cool air of the hallway, shivering slightly as I cooled off quickly. As I walked, a trail of water dripped off me. I tensed up suddenly when I heard a slam of the front door. “Hey Riley,” I heard my brother yell, quickly making his way upstairs, “I forgot my messenger bag, do you see it anywhere up there?” Shit shit shit…. I thought to myself in a panic, quickly grabbing a towel out of the linen closet and wrapping myself in it. Just in time as well, as the second I wrapped myself in the towel, Ryan came from around the corner in the hallway, looking around in a rush. “Oh, hey,” I said, my voice tight as I felt my hole tighten up around the plug in my panic, “You, uh, left me without a towel again, you dick.” Not paying any attention, he went storming into his room as I quickly made my way back to the bathroom, limping slightly at the feeling of the plug slamming into my ass with each step, somehow plunging even deeper into my help. Ryan quickly came back out of his room in a rush, triumphantly holding up his bag. “Yeah, sorry man, I forgot in my rush to get ready,” he said, pulling the bag across his shoulder, before stopping and staring at me for a moment. I stopped suddenly, looking at him, feeling the cold water drip off me and pool onto the floor. “You ok there, you’re walking kind of funny,” he asked, a look of concern on his face. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine…” I said, quickly forcing myself to come up with a lie on the spot, “Just slipped a little in the tub and tweaked my back a little bit. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” Apparently satisfied with the story, he rushed around me, before storming back down the stairs. “Gotta be more careful, “ he called out behind him, “Don’t forget the list. Oh! And mom and dad are taking us and new love couple out to dinner tonight. Rachel will blow a gasket if your late. Be ready by 6.” “Will do,” I gritted out, as I stood there for a second, before finally hearing the door slam shut again. I let out a relieved sigh, before walking back into the bathroom. Looking down, I saw the white jock, now with a small slightly off-white yellow spot forming on the front, most likely from me leaking cum in it all night. Remembering that they wanted me to wear it all summer and to not wash it, I pulled it back on, feeling the slightly crisp feeling of the dried cum scrape across my sensitive cock head. Picking up my phone on the sink, I let out a quick curse under my breath, realizing who close it already was to 8am. Quickly, I dried off the rest of the way, tossing the towel over the shower curtain rod, and rushed into my room, before haphazardly pulling on a white tank top and pair of cut off sweatpants from high school, before sliding my feet into an old pair of flip flops. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I rushed out the door quickly checking the door was locked before walking as fast as I could to Mike and Greg’s house. ——— Finally stepping up their front door, I rang the doorbell, inwardly regretting having rushed all the way over, my ass now throbbing around the plug that had been bouncing around in my hole in my haste. Suddenly the door, opened, with Greg meeting me at the door. “Two minutes to spare, boy,” he grinned, looking down at his watch, “Mike and I thought maybe you got cold feet.” Catching my breath, I just shook my head, feeling as sweat slowly dripped down the side of my face. The struggle really had been real, feeling the plug slamming my prostate repeatedly with each rushed step. The first few had literally caused me to nearly stumble and fall. Apparently, even with the plug up my ass all night was not enough to get me used to it. Following Greg into the basement, I saw Mike standing near the sling. Wearing a buttoned up shirt and pair of dress slacks, the juxtaposition of of his hard, pierced meat sticking out of unzipped pants was a sight to behold. “Got to leave soon, babe,” he said, slowly tugging on his quickly hardening meat, “Let’s get him up there in the sling and see if the pig followed his instructions.” “Oh trust me, I’m sure he did,” Greg chuckled, pulling my pants down immediately, revealing the now slightly soiled white jock and my exposed ass, the base of the plug sticking firmly out, “Fucker here nearly toppled over when he hopped down his front step. Felt that plug dig deep in there, didn’t you, pig?” I could only groan as Greg playfully jiggled the plug in my ass, the tip jabbing my bruised and abused prostate. I dumbly followed as Greg now grabbed my tank top and pulled me over to the sling before pushing me back towards it. Unable to do it myself, I felt as Greg helped me into the sling as Mike walked up to my ass. Mike then pulled out a large pipe and odd looking lighter from his pants pocket before bringing the pipe up to his mouth and flicked the lighter to life, bring the flame to the bowl and began puffing the pipe to life. As I watched the scene, Greg expertly placed each of my feet into the rests. Satisfied that the pipe was lit, Mike kneeled down next to my hole, letting out several puffs of the pipe before inhaling the pipe, letting the smoke shoot out of his nose as he exhaled Firmly, he grabbed onto the base, before starting to tug gently on it. “Let’s see how good of a pig Riley here was,” he said, increasing the amount he pulled on the plug, “Pig, I want you to bear down like you’re taking a shit. I want to see if were a good boy and kept our gifts safe up there.” I nodded, more than ready to finally get the plug out of my ass. I grunted a little as I slowly felt the plug work out of my hole, Greg suddenly was at Mike’s side, now with a lit cigar in his mouth and a second unlit one sticking out of the pocket of his t-shirt, also kneeling as they both watched the plug slowly get worked out of my ass, and with a final audible plop, the plug came out. Instantly, I could feel the cold air inside my gaping hole as Mike held up the plug in triumph. I looked and saw the massive plug in his hand, glistening with what had to be my ass juices and the remains of their loads. “Fucking look at that gaping hole,” Greg said appreciatively, suddenly dipping a few fingers in, running them around the perimeter of the ring of my open ass, “Give us a little push. We want to see your hole bloom and drool out some of our toxic load.” I complied, bearing down harder as I felt my ass open a little more as I felt a wetness began to slide down my tailbone before dripping off on the floor. “Shit yeah,” Mike growled, suddenly standing up, slowly working his free hand on his now extremely hard cock, “Good job boy, leaving our toxic loads up there to knock your vigrin jock butt up.” Suddenly, Mike sank balls deep into my ass, easily bottoming out in my now well stretched hole, causing me only to gasp in surprise. Quickly he began to fuck me hard and fast. “Gotta get to work,” he said, he muttered, puffing away on his pipe as he slammed repeatedly in my ass, “I’ll drop quick morning load up that juicy jock hole and then Greg is gonna have some fun with you.” I nodded, curious as to what Greg might have in store for me as relaxed back and enjoyed the sensation of Mike expertly slamming my hole, smoking the pipe in his mouth. Each thrust knocked my breath out. I laid there in silence, listening to the grunts coming from Mike, as well as the sound of skin slapping. I could feel his large cock slamming hard and deep inside me as I watched the bear of a man tower over me destroying my hole, smoke billowing out of his pipe. I began to squeeze my hole with each thrust, enjoying the feeling and seeing Mike smile and nod. “Fuck,” Mike groaned, his head tipping back as he picked up his pace, “I’m getting fucking close. Tell Daddy where you want his dirty bear cum at.” “Fucking breed me Daddy,” I groaned, loosing myself in the scene as his cock begin to swell a little in my now stretched out ass, “Flood my ass with your toxic cum and make me your son, sir!” Suddenly, felt Mike slam as hard as he could into my ass, his cock buried deep as I felt his cock jerk hard, shooting volley after volley of HIV positive cum deep into my unprotected ass. Our eyes locked and Mike growled, nodding at me while starting intensely at me. “Take my toxic DNA, boy,” he groaned puffing hard on the pipe as he continued shooting deep in my ass, “Take every fucking drop of daddy’s superior jizz.” Finally, with a shudder, Mike pulled out of my ass, before walking over to my head. “Fuck I needed that. Clean Daddy’s cock so he can go to work, boy,” he said, shaking is slimy cock at me expectantly. I immediately started to suck and lick his cock clean, turned on at the dirty talk and feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of my destroyed ass. Satisfied it was clean enough, Mike pulled away, stowing away his cock and walking up to Greg. “Have fun, babe,” he said, smiling after locking lips with Greg, and with that, went rushing up the stairs. “See you tonight babe,” Greg called back, before walking over to my ass and slowly rubbing my balls through the jock, now soaked with my precum. We sat there for a few minutes as Greg slowly worked his cock with his hand and his other hand continued to rub my balls through the jock. Finally, Greg broke the silence. “Fuck you are so hot,” he said, pulling out the unlit cigar from his pocket. “Thanks,” I replied, unable to come up with anything better as he slowly rubbed one end of the cigar around on my jock, quickly getting the tip wet. “Guess it’s my turn now,” he said, grinning evilly at me. “Um… yeah. So, what are wanting to do?” I asked, watching as he slowly moved the jock the the side, before putting the cigar along side my dick and slowly started to stroke both. “Hmm,” Greg pondered aloud, “Good question. What DO I want to do, seeing as I have a hot young bug chasing slut in a sling before me?” I only could look at him quizzically, unsure where he was going with his thoughts. “I think I want to see you smoke a nice fat cigar like this one all on your own,” he said, suddenly holding up the cigar, now covered in my precum, “Show you all the fine pleasures of smoke sex today, and watch you feed those virgin lungs. That sound like fun, pig?” Suddenly, I felt Greg begin to fuck the end of the cigar into my cum dripping ass. I felt my cock get even harder, as it clearly liked the idea of even more sleazy sex. I smiled and nodded in approval. Pulling the cigar out of my ass, Greg leaned over me and stuck the cigar in my mouth, the flavor of Mike’s poz cum, my ass juices, and cigar tobacco mixing together on my taste buds. “First things first, I’m gonna teach you how to light up a cigar, pig,” Greg said, pulling out a lighter and setting it on my chest, “Go ahead and start sucking on that gar and light that fucker up.” I groaned around the cigar as I felt Greg slowly start to work several fingers into my ass, feeling as his nails occasionally caught on the tender flesh of my ass. Shakily, I fumbled a few times with the lighter before finally getting it lit. Grabbing my hand, Greg moved it to the tip of the cigar, before nodding at me. “Go ahead and start puffing, and with your free hand, start rotating it in your mouth,” he said, as he began to work a third finger into my sloppy ass as I follow this instructions, “Yeah, just light that. Get it evenly lit, and relax that sweet hole while Daddy Greg fingers Daddy Mike’s load into those soft pink guts. Help work our DNA into you and change you into our perfect son.” After a few tries, I finally got it well lit, puffing repeatedly as I had seen them both do the night before. Suddenly, Greg shoved a fourth finger into my hole, causing me to suck in a sudden breath of thick cigar smoke. I coughed hard, my lungs fighting the sudden assault of thick cigar smoke. I pulled the cigar out of my mouth as smoke escaped my throat in a large cloud with my hard coughing. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Greg growled, as he slowly began to work the four fingers around inside me, stretching them apart and scrapping his nails on the sides, “Daddy loves watching your lungs get fed cigar smoke for the first time. I’ll give you some nice poppers and fuck you nice and hard if you let me teach you to smoke like a real man.” Suddenly, he worked several fingers and began to press and rub on my prostate, causing my mind to melt as the sudden wave of pleasure and pain shook me to my core. “Oh shit… oh fuck…” I groaned, feel like I was either going to piss or shoot a massive load, “Any…. Anything for you Daddy.” Suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of poppers from his pocket and unceremoniously set them in the center of my chest. “You know what to do son,” Greg replied, pausing his manipulations on my prostate as I rushed to open the bottle, and began huffing on the poppers hard and fast. After several hits on the bottle, Greg seemed satisfied and took the bottle from me, taking a few deep hits himself. “Time to show Daddy how much you love smoking cigars, boy,” he growled, closing the poppers and setting them back on my chest, before pulling his fingers out of my ass, spitting on them and shoving them back in, “Suck that cigar smoke down and become like your Daddies.” I drew hard on the cigar, sucking hard on the fat cigar in my mouth and feeling as the thick acrid smoke flowed into my lungs, flooding them with pure cigar smoke. “Hold that smoke in boy, let it soak into those pink lungs boy,” Greg growled, grabbing onto my balls and squeezing them tightly as he dug his fingernails into my ass, “Don’t fucking cough it out. Fight the urge boy.” I held the smoke in, wincing as I felt his nails dig deeper into the tender walls of my ass, until finally Greg gave me a slight nod. I let out my breath, watching as the thick cloud of smoke billowed out of my nose and mouth. Following his lead, I took several more deep hauls on the cigar, breathing in when he dug his nails in, breathing out with his nods. Eventually, I began to start smoking the cigar hard and long on my own, as he fucked his fingers into me, his thumb slamming against the bottom of my balls, pressed hard against my taint. “Fuck yeah boy, now your smoking like a real man,” he grinned, following suit and easily sucking the cigar smoke deep into his own lungs, “You’re making Daddy very happy. Fucking wish I could really open your sweet hole up, but Daddy Mike wants to be here when we do that.” Suddenly, Greg pulled his fingers out of my hold, with a loud plop. Holding them up, he showed me the slight pink tinge coating his fingers before casually wiping his hand off on each ass check. “Yeah, you’re ready for daddy to fucking breed you now, pig,” he said, and without warning, slammed his hard cock deep inside me, “Don’t stop smoking that cigar, pig, or Daddy won’t give you any of his nasty cum.” I laid back and relaxed, letting Greg go to town on my ass as I focused on smoking the cigar down, occasionally stopping to huff some more poppers, before going right back to smoking the cigar again. Slowly, the cigar started to get shorter and shorter. I inwardly felt proud of myself, knowing I was giving Greg pleasure in seeing me smoke, as well as knowing I was doing something so trashy and twisted. “Fuck, you fucking ready pig,” Greg groaned, sweat pouring down his face as his strokes got shorter and faster, “Convince daddy on why you deserve his cum.” “Fuck dad, I want your cum in me so bad,” I groaned around the cigar, smoke pouring freely out of my mouth, “I want you to knock me up and turn me into your perfect boy. Let your DNA change me. Please, sir, please make me into your poz cumdump!” “FUCK,” he yelled, “I’m gonna shoot,. This might be the load that changes you forever. Tell daddy where to shoot it!” “Breed me, I want it!” I yelled, feeling my balls begin to boil as my cock threatened to erupt as well, “Shoot it in me so I can get pregnant!” Suddenly, Greg let out an incoherent yell, as he slammed as hard and fast in my ass as he could, my ass dripping with each shot as his load slowly began to squirt out around the sides of his dick. Just as quickly, my cock finally hit the point of no return and I felt as my first shot landed squarely in the center of my face, as I drew hard and long on the cigar, enjoying the rush of my ejaculation and the cigar smoke permeating my lungs. We both continued to shoot while smoking, unable to speak as both our cocks jerked hard. After about a minute, I finally felt my cock start to deflate, as with a whence, Greg pulled his dick out of my hole. “Fuck that was good!” Greg grinned, wiping his dick off with his fingers before wiping them on my hole, “Stay there for a second.” Unable to do anything except bonelessly lay there, I saw a flash light up the basement momentarily followed by the clicking sound of a camera. “Heh, Mike is going to be so jealous when I tell him I got you to smoke your first cigar on your own,” Greg chuckled to himself, typing something on his phone before I head the iconic whooshing sound as the message went on its way, “Told him he should have called in sick and joined in the fun.” I only nodded as Greg pulled out the cigar from my mouth, and dropped the now spent butt on the ground, before making out with me. We made out like that for a few minutes before we finally broke apart, and Greg helped me out of the sling. “Let’s hower, then you’ll need to head out,” he said, as I slowly got my legs, “Not that I wouldn’t love knocking your sexy ass up all day, but I got work and errands to run.” “Sure.” I said, with a sigh, definitely ready to clean up. ——— If I thought their kitchen was a work of art, the master bathroom clearly put it to shame. The massive bathroom took up what I vaguely remembered to be Mrs. Mercer’s eldest daughters room, having stayed there one night with my older brother and sister a decade ago when she watched us while our parents went out of town for some work thing. One side of the room was blocked off with a wall of floor to ceiling glass, effectively sectioning off the massive jacuzzi-sized bathtub and two massive showers, with a long bench between the two areas. I watched as Greg got both showers going, turning his attention to a fancy digital display on each showing the temperature of the water with several buttons I could only guess the function of neatly to the side. Finally, with a touch of one of the buttons, both of the shower heads turned on with a powerful spray, quickly filling the room with steam. Greg quickly undressed outside the room, and gestured I do the same. We each stood under one of the shower heads, and I let out a happy moan as the water pelted the muscles in my neck and back. “One of Mike’s must-haves,” Greg chuckled, before grabbing a bottle of soap and working up a lather, it’s spicy smell filling the room, “I got a pool, and he gets his toys. Though, I have to admit its a nice toy.” “Yeah, this shower is amazing,” I groaned, slicking back my hair under the water. “So, why didn’t you tell Mike and I you have a twin,” Greg asked nonchalantly, before handing the bottle of expensive smelling body soap over to me, “Twins are pretty hot sometimes.” “Oh… um…. No…” I said, stammering slightly, “I’m the youngest kid actually. Thats my older brother Ryan. He’s like two years older than me. And uh… that would be pretty weird. Hah…” “Oh, you both look so similar,” Greg continued, working the lather around his body before stepping back into the spray, “We thought maybe you chickened out when we saw him leave. We both were glad when you came out the front door.” “Yeah, I actually hear that a lot,” I said, now scrubbing my body and sneaking a quick feel of my loose ass, “He and I are nothing alike though. He’s in town for the summer for an internship.” “Hmmm, any other siblings?” Greg asked absently, now working towards shampooing his hair. “Just an older sister. We actually have a dinner tonight, so… I won’t umm….” I said, trying to think how I should word what I was thinking, “I won’t be free tonight.” “Oh, no worries, bud,” Greg chuckled, “I think Mike and I both have plans until next week. Not that we don’t enjoy destroying your sexy fucking hole. And breeding it nice and deep with our dirty loads.” I blushed slightly, my hole twinging as I felt a small bit of cum leak out. “Also, we’re still drawing up some ideas on what we want to show you each week,” Greg continued, leisurely rinsing the soap out of his hair. “I…. That’s cool,” I said, feeling suddenly shy and unsure for no reason, “Is there really that much to learn?” “Heh, you have no fucking idea boy. We’ve literally only scratched the surface,” Greg chuckled, before reaching over towards the digital panel, “Ready for me to shut this off?” I nodded, and suddenly, at the press of a button, the water shut off. We dried off mostly in silence, with Greg occasionally asking a few minor questions, like what my plans were. Finally, dressed back in my clothes, Greg walked me back to the front door. Suddenly, he turned around and ran back to the basement. “Wait here, I got something for you as well as some homework,” he yelled out to me as he went down the stairs. Inwardly I groaned, hoping that I wasn’t going to have to put that freaking plug back in. I was already tired, still had a ton of chores to do, and the dinner tonight. I would NOT be able to function with that monster back inside my guts. Thankfully, Greg arrived back with a basic looking linen bag. I looked inside and saw a large cigar box, a lighter, and cigar cutter. Also, there was a blank envelope filled with something. I looked up at Greg, unsure what he wanted. “Mike and I want that entire box smoked by next week,” Greg said, grinning, “We expect you to take a picture or video of you smoking them each time you light up. We’ll be sending you a group text later showing how hot you looked today as encouragement.” I nodded, surprised and unsure what to say. “Good boy,” Greg said, before leaning down and kissing me deeply, working his tongue deep in my mouth. “Complete that homework for us and we’ll let you come back over for your next lesson,” Greg chuckled, before opening the door and gently shoving me out the door, shutting it firmly behind me. Looking back down into the back, I let out an exasperated chuckle before walking back over to my house. Just what in the actual fuck did I get myself into? I thought to myself as I quickly made my way through the now stifling heat. Looking up in the sky, I estimated that it was likely around noon. Quickly enough, I was at my door, and after a bit of quick work, unlocked the door and shut the heat out behind me. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the envelope before pulling out a small wad of cash. At first, I was kind of disappointed, thinking that Greg and Mike had pulled a fast one on me, until I noticed the denomination of the bills. “Jesus… eight hundred?” I said out loud in shock. I counted it three more times, holding them up to the light and confirming each one to be real and genuine. This was more than I made in a month. Hell, it was almost what I made in a summer. Begrudgingly, I looked at the bag. Even if the sex wasn’t mind blowing, the money was beyond worth it. “Looks like I’m going to have some homework to do…” I said with a sigh, feeling my dick rising in my jock.

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

I know a fisting bottom that went and got his PSA done the day after I really turned him into a meat-puppet and his PSA number was through the roof. The doctor told him to come back 2 weeks later and it went down to normal. That was fisting with some intense prostate work, not just getting fucked, but yeah, that can happen.

Seriously looking to have a chemed fueled fuck fest with other like minded men. Like dad used to say “the more the merrier!” I’ll add the more wild the better! I can travel anywhere in SoCal (I live in San Diego) or maybe I get a room somewhere? Any suggestions on a place? Cruisey seedy motels are preferred. I’m typically more top but I’m tired of feeling like a bitch when I bottom so anyone who can help open me up and expand my horizon (pun intended) would be super helpful lol. Let’s stop talking about it and be about it! lmk! A photo of the one time I took a big dick and didn’t die. lol

I love to be totally naked around clothed men.

I always have my gear on, no gear no sex.

Uncut, like everyone else where i live

I (somewhat) hate to say it, but I kinda want every man to gang up to hold him down as they take turns fucking him. Chester holds his head, petting him, saying what a good faggot he's being. Really make that night the night.

Public signs of interest are easy to spot but most of them don't end up as a hook up. Who's got that much time? I certainly don't. It's all about eye contact and level of confidence. He likes what he sees when he maintains eye contact for 3 seconds or more: turning his head to look at you when he walks past you, I always turn around after a couple seconds to see if he has: sneeking several glances towards you: giving you a quick up and down check. When a shy guy likes what he sees most became more shy. .whereas a confident guy will either remain so or become more confident especially when he gives me that wry smile when he notices me checking out his bulge. I find it more confusing at gay venues especially with guys that stare like they hate me but are actually interested. I never know till they appeoach me.

One word: suction

Holy fuck! Better than I thought it was going to be! HOT!

Exactly the way. right before I cum I get a Huge smile and say another one pregnant

@gingerdaddyG If it ain't sleazy, it will never go in easy. 😉 @nymidtowneast Thanks. I'm glad you are really enjoying the updates. @KinkyTallBottom I try. It just takes practice, patience, and a willingness to just put it out there. Which works for a lot of other things 😉 @pozpopperpig I try. Always open to hearing what people want to see next though. @Medwaym It really wouldn't be one of my stories without it. 😛 @curiousaboutbb Thanks! @Bayareabbcub It will get quite perverted... I hope you enjoy where I take it. 🙂 Sorry about the delay everyone. Was in the hospital last week for a medical scare. Nothing too serious, just a job hazard with my day job and getting sick/exposed to some fun germs. Feeling better now and back to work, and finally feeling up to popping out another chapter. Tried to make this one a little longer since it was delayed. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please feel free to comment and make suggestions. Never know what might make it into a story. 😉 ---------- Lesson 6- Fluid Dynamics: An Introduction Throughout the week, I kept to the schedule. Waking up, waiting for everyone to leave, having a cigar in the backyard or woods along with a wank while smoking. After lunch, having a second cigar, shooting a second load. And at night, after everyone went to bed, walking in the park, looking for action while finishing up my third cigar of the day. Sadly, nothing had happened like that first night, other than one night hiding behind a tree and jerking myself off after catching a random couple blowing each other in the woods. Each day, I would be greeted with texts of encouragement from Mike and Greg, telling me how hot I looked smoking the cigar, telling me to keep inhaling the thick smoke deep, and as the week came closer to an end, and the cigar supply began to dwindle, hints of how I was going to get a good lesson soon, and earn the loads I’d be getting in my guts. I began to find myself looking forward to and enjoying the feeling of lighting up and smoking the thick cigar, enjoying the taste and beginning to play with the smoke. I also found myself getting more and more turned on at watching bareback porn, going out of my way to pay close attention to any videos with guys with biohazard or scorpion tattoos. I imagined myself on the receiving end, getting a large load in my ass, and each time would end up shooting a massive load all over my chest or face. Finally, the final day arrived, and as before I started my day out in the woods smoking the second to last cigar. Almost like clockwork, I got a message from both Mike and Greg, as per usual encouraging my smoking. However, this time Mike sent an additional message. No cumming today, boy, Mike’s message read. Daddy and I have plans and we want you nice and horny tonight, Greg sent immediately after. Nodding to myself, I slowly played with my dick through my gym shorts, edging myself as I slowly sucked down the cigar, and after a while finally smoked the cigar down to a nub. Crushing it under my shoe, I slowly made my way back the house, before walking back in through the back door. I jumped as the doorbell rang out in the quiet house. Postal carrier? Maybe a neighbor? I thought to myself, hoping for the former as thoughts of me having been caught smoking by a neighbor some how made me nervous. “Just a minute!” I yelled out loud, taking a sniff of my shirt before realizing I probably smelled strongly of the cigar smoke. Pulling the shirt off, I ran into the laundry room, thankfully just off of our kitchen, and hurriedly stripped the smokey shirt off and tossed it in the washer before pulling out a shirt in the dryer. The doorbell rang again, and I rushed over, pulling open the door. I was shocked however, as it was neither of my guesses but instead Marcus, Jen’s fiancé, standing at the front door, wearing a neat polo shirt and khaki pants. “Oh…. Um… hi?” I said dumbly, unsure as to why he would be standing here at my parent’s house, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” Letting out an exasperated sigh, Marcus gestured towards the inside of the house. “Mind if I come in? Hot as hell out here already,” Marcus replied. I silently moved back and let him in, following him as he went to the living room, pulling at his shirt in an effort to cool himself down. “So, I just want to start by saying I was totally against forcing this on you, but you know your sister…” he began, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing to one of the chairs in the den, “Jen… is freaking out about the wedding again, and she sent me out to… well… force you to go shopping. I’m not allowed to come back home until I literally have the receipts.” I blinked before pinching the bridge of my nose. Part of me felt bad, one for forgetting to get the tux shopping done as I promised, and the other part annoyed at just how overbearing my sister, who before this year barely acted like I barely existed, was becoming. “Look, I know I forgot, but…” I said, groaning. “Hey, look. I’ll take you to lunch. I feel like I know so little about you, and seeing as we’re going to be family, I probably should at least get to know you,” Marcus said, holding his hands up in defense, “I promise the tux won’t take that long. There’s a great place to eat down the street. Lunch is my treat.” Letting out a sigh, I just nodded. I felt bad for him, knowing how my sister would get growing up when she didn’t get her way. The tantrums she would throw were literally epic. She really did have a way of getting things she wanted. “Yeah, fine,” I said, resigned, “Just let me change and shower real quick?” “Sure man,” he said, smiling, “Take all the time you want.” I felt my dick slowly start to grow in my pants. I quickly left the room, before running up stairs and hopping under the cold spray of the shower embarrassed to have gotten a hard on from quite literally my soon to be brother in law. ——— I made quick work of showering, getting dressed, and soon enough, we had left my house and were getting the tux. After a quick round of measurements, we soon leaving the shop and walking down the street, before finally entering a small deli. Grabbing our food, we ate, making small talk, talking about my college degree, his work as a junior lawyer. We even started talking about different hobbies and I was surprised at how we actually liked a few of the same games and shows. The entire thing went by in a near blur. That was, until the drive home. As we got into Marcus’ gleaming black BMW SUV, I felt somewhat antsy with a slight headache. Looking at my watch, I realized it was around the time I would normally smoke my afternoon cigar. Shrugging it off, I settled into the passenger seat as Marcus rolled down the windows. Suddenly, Marcus pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and bringing the box to his lips, pulled one out and deftly lit one up, letting out a long smokey exhale. “Fuck that's better…” Marcus sighed, before putting the car into gear, and starting our trip back to my parent’s house, “Hope you don’t mind. Jen is making me quit, but fuck if the cravings aren’t bitch.” The scene before me left me shell shocked. I’d have never guessed he was a smoker. And if that wasn’t enough, I was suddenly hard as a rock watching as he hungrily hauled down the first cigarette. “Um, no, it’s fine,” I nearly stammered, trying to force myself to look away at the road, willing myself to not pay attention to how horny I was suddenly. I nonchalantly would sneak a glance, watching as Marcus continued to drag hard on the cigarette, focused on the road. Soon enough, we were back at my house. Parking the car, Marcus left the car running as I unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. “Thanks for lunch!” I said, somewhat rushed, internally kicking myself for how hurried I sounded, “And tell Jen I’m sorry you had to come get me to get my fitting done.” “No problem man,” Marcus said, taking one last drag on the cigarette before blowing the lungful of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, before holding his fist out, “And I’ll get Jen under control. Just do me a favor and keep me smoking between us?” “Sure, no problem,” I said, awkwardly reaching over and bumping his fist with mine. “See you later then, man,” he said, before opening the glove box and spraying himself with a bottle of cologne, and pulling on a pair of sunglasses. I shut the door and watched as he backed out of the driveway and drove off, lighting up another cigarette as he drove away. Rushing inside, I immediately grabbed the last cigar in the box and rushed into the woods, lighting the cigar quickly and feeling relief as the smoke flooded my lungs. Taking a quick selfie, I sent it to Greg and Mike, before slowly starting to play with my dick. Images of Marcus dragging on the cigarette filled my mind, and I found myself having to stop stroking as I got dangerously close to shooting my load, barely making sure to follow Greg and Mike’s instructions of not cumming. Part of me felt embarrassed, lusting after my soon to be in law, but I still couldn’t help but feel suddenly turned on at this new revelation. Marcus looked hot as a smoker. I let my mind wander, imagining he and I smoking together, making out, and had to stop myself at the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the back of his car, much like one of the videos I had seen earlier in the week. The scene in my head nearly had caused me to shoot my load. Quicker than I wanted, I had smoked the cigar down and annoyed and horny, I put the small amount of remaining cigar out and went back inside and upstairs. As I entered by bedroom, my phone dinged. Pulling it out of my pocket, I looked and saw a message from Mike. “Cum over at 8pm tonight,” was all the message said, and with that, I flopped in the bed. After a few moments, I pulled out my laptop and began to watch porn, slowly edging myself the rest of the afternoon, counting the hours until the real fun would begin. ——— Dinner was a quiet affair, my parents asking about my day, them telling me about something funny at work with this coworker or that, essentially the usual small talk we always had. Quickly enough it was nearly 8pm. Looking at my self in the mirror, I took in my reflection. The jock was definitely starting to get a little yellow, the precum definitely starting to stain it. I found myself enjoying the look, noticing that I had forgotten to shave the last two days and was starting to get a bit scruffy looking. I debated for a moment as to wether to hop in the shower and shave but with a quick bit of mental math, I decided I wouldn’t have time. I made my way down the hall, before going downstairs. My parents were relaxing on the couch, making fun of some cheesy drama on the tv. “Hey, I’m gonna head over to a friend’s house to hang out. I’ll be out pretty late,” I said, peeking my head around the doorsill. “Have fun sweetheart,” my mom said, barely breaking her attention from the tv. My dad gave a slight wave of the hand and with that, I was out the door and walking down the street. Quickly enough, I got to Greg and Mike’s house, and after a short wait ringing the doorbell, was greeted by Greg. “There’s my sexy fuck boy,” Greg said, grinning around the unlit cigar in his mouth, “Been missing that tight neg hole.” Shutting the door, he pulled me close, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and began making out with me, his hand dipping under my shorts and down my asscrack, slowly rubbing his finger and probing my hole. I could only moan into the kiss as I felt his finger slowly work into my ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to get into that hole and destroy those guts,” Greg growled, pulling his finger out and backing away, “Get that ass down stairs. Daddy Mike is down there waiting.” Now knowing the way, I made my way down stairs, and saw Mike in his full glory, wearing nothing but a leather harness, his large cock protruding away from his body, rock hard. In his hand was a leather clad paddle with holes throughout. He took a puff on the large cigar in his mouth and nudged my groin with the paddle. “Entirely too many clothes, pig,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous sounding as he spoke, “I only want to see you in that jock.” I quickly stripped naked, save for the jock, and followed his lead as he walked over to the leather bench. Sitting on the bench was a cigar in an ashtray, a rather expensive looking lighter, and bottle of poppers. “Bend over boy,” he said, grinning wickedly as he pointed at the bench with the paddle, “Got to warm those cheeks up for the fun to come.” I watched as Greg came down the stairs, lighter in hand as he too began to light the cigar in his mouth and strip naked, revealing the leather harness he was wearing underneath. “Show us what you’ve learned, boy,” Greg said, walking up and blowing a massive cloud of smoke in my face, gesturing his hand over the poppers and cigar. I quickly grabbed the cigar and got it going nicely, inhaling deeply as I rotated it. Pulling it out of my mouth, I looked at the end and after making sure it had a nice cherry at the end, took another couple deep hauls on it, before setting it in the ashtray and opening the bottle of poppers, taking several deep sniffs. Feeling the high of the poppers kick in, my face feeling flush and heart pounding, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and bent over. “Fucking good boy,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, giving his cock a few tugs. “Well, they do say pigs are quite smart for a pet,” Mike chuckled, before suddenly smacking my ass hard. I nearly dropped the cigar in my mouth before quickly bracing myself and holding the cigar steady with my hand, putting most of my body weight on my other free hand. “Don’t drop that cigar boy,” Mike warned darkly, before smacking my ass hard again. I stood still as Mike began to repeatedly smack my ass hard, making my backside sting and burn, eventually making me go soft. I found myself enjoying it somewhat, but was disappointed at going soft so quickly. While this was happening, I watched as Greg walked over to the toolbox and grabbed two bottles of beer, bringing them over and handing one to Mike. Both of them drank and smoked as my ass continued to get spanked. After about 10 minutes, both seemed satisfied. Greg came over with a metal contraption and gestured for me to lay on my back on the bench. I nodded, my mind numb from the pain in my ass and copious amounts of poppers I inhaled during the onslaught. I watched as Greg quickly fitting the metal cage over my dick, suddenly realizing it was a chastity device, with a lock. “This cock is ours now. We will decide when you get use it tonight.” Greg explained as I watched Mike finish the bottle of beer before opening a set of double doors, “Understood?” “Yes sir,” I nodded, curious as to what was going to happen next. Satisfied my dick was locked up, Greg then put a collar with a leash around my neck and with a gentle tug, began to pull me to the double doors. In the smaller room, there was a urinal, shower, and drain in the floor. “Tonight, you’re going to have to earn our superior poz cum,” Mike began to explain, pushing me to the ground in the shower stall, “And to do that, you’re going to learn to be our piss pig.” I nodded, vaguely remembering a few watersports videos I had seen on the web. “We believe in recycling in this house, boy,” Greg said, as Mike began to gently give his dick a few tugs, “You are gonna drink every last drop down of my superior man piss. Waste a single drip and you won’t get any of our toxic load up that pig hole.” “Thank you sir,” I groaned, feeling as my cock tried to get hard as Mike began to move his foot under the cock cage. “Open up pig,” Mike growled before bringing his cock up to my lips, “I want to see my smoker piss fill that mouth before you start gulping it down.” I opened my mouth wide and waited. At first there was nothing and then, I began to feel a stream of piss begin to fill my mouth. A salty, warm and slightly bitter that flooded my tastebuds, I wrapped my mouth around Mike’s cock as the piss filled my mouth, gulping down as fast as I could, eager to please. “Yeah, thats a good urinal, fucking take it all,” Mike groaned, slowly running his hands through my hair as he puffed contentedly on the cigar. “Boy is a natural born piss toilet, babe,” Greg chuckled, puffing on his cigar as well, while slowly stroking his cock. “Yeah, you love drinking down daddy’s piss, don’t you,” Mike said softly, running his fingers through my hair as he continued, to piss down my throat, “You’re hungry for that poz piss, aren’t you?” I nodded, eagerly gulping down the now slowing stream of piss. “Daddy is almost empty,” Mike continued, slightly strained as his began to work his bladder muscles, the piss occasionally spraying harder in my mouth, “You’ve done a good job boy. Definitely earning a nice thick dirty load,” Finally, I felt the stream stop and took a few deep breaths as Mike removed his now hardening cock out of my mouth. Finally catching my breath, I turned to Greg, expecting him to do the same as Mike. “No boy, this bladder is going up your hole,” Greg said, grinning around the cigar, “Bend over and daddy will use his poz piss to get that pig hole nice and clean for our bugs.” Standing up, I felt as Mike’s piss began to slosh around in my stomach, slowly, I bent over and pulled both cheeks apart. Greg stepped up to my hole and after a second, let out a long line of cigar spit drool out and pool on top of his cock, now firmly pressed against my hole. Slowly, I felt as Greg began to press his mostly hard dick into my bare hole. Finally, it was fully seated and after a minute I began to feel as a warm liquid filled my guts. “Fuck yeah, slut,” Greg moaned, gripping my ass hard as more and more urine flooded my guts deep inside, “Feel that poz piss flood those guts and get them nice and clean. Gonna get your insides ready to take all my poz swimmers.” I let out an involuntary groan as I felt my intestines quickly fill with Greg’s hot piss, stretching my colon as his bladder emptied out inside me. Finally, I felt as Greg’s piss stream stopped. “Go ahead and clench down your hole pig,” Greg instructed, puffing hard on the cigar in his mouth, “When I pull out, I want you to keep that piss in there before sitting down and letting it out in the toilet.” I nodded and began to clench as he pulled out his hard cock, before finally standing up. I groaned again, this time in slight discomfort as I felt keenly like an overfilled water balloon. I slowly shuffled over to the toilet and sat down before relieving myself, feeling as the piss drained quickly out of my ass. Looking down slightly, I was extremely glad to see it was pretty much clean. From what I had read online, it was a pain to get cleaned out sometimes. “Fuck that was hot,” Greg said, laughing, “You definitely seem to be wanting some fresh bug loads up that boy pussy.” I nodded, unable to make words for a few moments as my intestines slowly stopped cramping. Mike walked over and held my partially smoked cigar up to my lips, which I gratefully let him stick in my mouth, taking a deep inhale on the cigar before nose jetting the smoke out. “Fuck yeah, haul that cigar smoke down,” Mike said, grinning, “Becoming a real smoker now, boy.” I smiled, inwardly loving the encouragement and praise. “Let’s get that hole in the sling and see about flooding you with our poz smoker cum now,” Mike said, winking as he ran his fingers through my hair. Slowly I made my way to the sling, thankful as Greg and Mike helped me get in. Satisfied I was properly strung up, Mike tossed the now spent cigar in his mouth and went over to the humidor, pulling out a large pipe. “So pig, Daddy and I heard an interesting little rumor,” Mike said angrily, his mood dark as he lit his pipe, “A friend of ours said some whore was walking around and smoking a cigar the other night at the park. Giving out blowjobs and letting anyone wrap their mouth on his boy cock. Don't remember that being part of the deal.” Shit, I thought to myself, suddenly worried that I had broken some unknown rule. I had thought about asking, but with it being a one time thing, I didn’t even really think much of it. I fucked up. And now, they were pissed. “I’m sorry, sir…” I said quietly, feeling small and suddenly feeling guilty about the encounter. “So, you admit you were a cheap, dirty little slut then?” Greg said, his expression serious when suddenly he let out a quick wink at me. Suddenly, I felt relieved, realizing that apparently this was ok. The tightness in my gut from my guilt relaxed. “I’m…. I’m sorry Daddy. I was just really horny and I didn’t want to wake you or Daddy Greg,” I said, my voice surprisingly still sounding small. “Hmmm… I think we might have forgotten to tell the boy about the rules on that, dear,” Greg said, with an exaggerated sigh, emulating that of some 50s house wife from a sitcom. “Damn it… It’s fun to make him sweat a little…” Mike laughed, his act breaking quickly, “Quit spoiling him.” “I really am sorry though, I should have said something,” I said, not sure what to add. Mike pensively took a few puff on the pipe as he began to collect the copious amount of precum leaking from my trapped cock. I was amazed at how much was slowly leaking out of my dick, inwardly wishing it was free from the confines. I let out a small groan as he began to work it into my hole. “We’ll go over the ground rules later on that… but I think as your punishment,” Mike said, suddenly sinking balls deep into my ass, causing me to gasp and groan in pain, “You’re gonna have to wear this cage all week. Teach you to not waste all that lube for your hole leaking out of that cock. Only thing that neg load is good for. Make you nice and desperate for loads.” The pain in my ass was immense, as my hole struggled to take Mike’s large cock and as the piercings dug into the walls of my guts. Pulling back slightly, Mike smirked before slowly starting to work his cock in my ass. “Roughed you up good there, boy,” Mike said, puffing away on the pipe as I slowly got accustomed to the large slab of meat in my ass, “Maybe this one will be the one to knock your ass up.” I winced and smiled as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as Mike slowly took his time fucking my ass, slowly puffing and inhaling the cigar smoke. Suddenly the bottle of poppers was under my nose, and I took several deep sniffs, grateful for the sudden wave of pleasure and relief as they kicked in. “Please knock me up,” I groaned, letting the poppers and horniness take control of my brain, “I want you to give me your gift and change me.” “Fuck, this is one hungry hole,” Mike laughed and groaned, “Not gonna last long in here. Ready for this dirty load, slut?” “Cum inside me,” I groaned, smoking hard on the cigar, “Please infect my neg hole..” “Here it comes, slut,” Mike groaned suddenly, his strokes in my ass stuttering suddenly, “Take this dirty fucking load, pig. Ugh….” Suddenly, I felt as Mike’s like flooded my hole, grateful for the sudden slickness in my ass, but part of me sad to have him shoot so quickly inside me. Finally, Mike pulled out of my ass, letting out a slight hiss. “Don’t worry pig, that’s just the first load of the night,” Mike said, before running his hand through my hair and pulling my head towards his cock, “Clean me up with that hot mouth while Daddy Greg pumps a nice dirty load in there too.” I looked down and noticed a few bloody streaks on his cock, knowing instantly that he’d really roughed up my ass. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I slowly began to kiss and lick his cock. “Loaded the pig up good,” Greg said appreciatively, running a finger up my crack and along the tip of my cock cage, collecting even more precum now leaking steadily out of my dick, “Think we’re going to need you to stay the night to properly flood this ass though.” I nodded, knowing it would only take a quick text home. I groaned as Greg then slid into my ass, going balls deep in one go. Greg quickly began to fuck my ass in a steady motion, each stroke slamming against my prostate, making my dick leak even more. Suddenly, I felt Mike push the tip of his pipe in my mouth as he took my cigar and started smoking it. I took a deep draw on the pipe, amazed at the ease and amount of smoke flooding my lungs. The smoke was definitely different, but in a good way. I exhaled the smoke in a nose jet as I kept the pipe bit firmly in my mouth. “Fuck you look hot smoking a pipe, pig,” Greg said, his pace picking up, “Fucking destroying those lungs while we destroy your ass. You like becoming a smoker?” I sat for a second, gathering my thoughts. I had to admit, I loved smoking. The dirtiness of it, the rush of lighting up and feeling the smoke flood my lungs, how other guys looked smoking. “I love smoking, Daddy,” I groaned, letting the smoke drift out as I spoke, “Thank you for making me a smoker. I love feeling myself smoking and becoming a proper pig.” “That makes Daddy and I so fucking proud boy… Fuck, babe, you weren’t joking about this hole tonight,” Greg groaned, smoke pouring out of his mouth and nose as he smoked the cigar harder, “Gonna flood it too soon.” “Please give my your load,” I groaned, puffing on the pipe in time with Greg’s cigar, “I want your toxic smoker loads in me. Make me pregnant with your bugs.” Suddenly, Greg gasped and jerked, slamming hard into my hole deep. “Fuuuuck, ugh….” Greg moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he puffed hard on the cigar. Greg stayed slumped over me for a minute or two before finally taking one last long, deep draw on the cigar, locking eyes with me and giving me a nod. I did the same and in unison, we removed them and locked lips, swapping smoke as we made out. Finally we broke the kiss, blowing out the smoke. “Let’s head up stairs and sleep a bit,” Mike said, as Greg pulled out of my ass and brought his dick to my lips. I immediately went to work sucking it clean. Satisfied it was clean, Greg pulled his dick back out of my mouth and they both helped me out of the sling. “Hold those loads in and let’s go up,” Mike said before leaning over and kissing me deeply, pushing his thumb deep in my ass, causing me to groan. Slowly, I got my bearings and began to follow the two men upstairs.

@Medwaym Wouldn't be one of my stories with it, lol @nymidtowneast Who knows? Lots of characters in play in the later chapters. @PozBearWI Definitely one of several possibilities I had written down @BoYGaSM Who knows.... not me.... 😛 @LthrRaw Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely where I am going with the story. @curiousaboutbb Sorry, was busy last week and this. Just got a chance to finish the chapter. @pozpopperpig Sorry for the delay. Hope this chapter is up to par. @leatherpunk16 Yeah, I try to be as complete on my scene building and mapping out what the character is doing as I can. There will be a few twists, that can be certain. 😉 Sorry for the delay this week. Had to work extra and just got a day off today. Hope everyone enjoys! And as always, don't hesitate to make suggestions or guesses. Never know what might be correct or added to the story. 🙂 ---------------- Lesson 5: The Seed- Finding Purpose and Happiness in Life and Work Quickly, I shoved the cash quickly back into the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket before walking into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Turning my attention to the box of cigars, I took it out and quickly counted how many there were. Taking in the dark brown sticks, clad in a bright red wrapper and a scorpion on the side, I did a quick bit of mental math. I would have to smoke at least 3 a day to finish them in a week. Looking over at the clock, which now proudly said 12:07, I looked around for the list left by my parents, inwardly glad there would plenty of time to get everything done, smoke the first cigar, and then get ready for the dinner tonight. I worked quickly in silence, vaguely aware at the slick damp feeling in my asscrack as two fresh poz loads slowly seeped out of the abused remains of my ass. Satisfied the dishes were loaded and running, the laundry was collected and running, and making a quick run around downstairs with the small vacuum my mom kept in the kitchen, I then sat down at the kitchen table before pulling out the first cigar. Previously, Mike and Greg had either given me their already prepared cigars, or in the case of today, an already prepared unlit one. My memory quickly went back to watching them cut and prep them the night before. Still slightly unsure, I decided to turn to the internet, hoping there would be decent instructions on how to cut it. As soon as I opened my phone, a sudden ding of a new message caused me to nearly drop it. Just as Greg had promised, it was a group text with a picture of me in the sling. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I look so fucking hot. There on the screen was me, legs up in the air with a gaping open asshole, glossy white cum drooling out of the wrecked remains of my tight asshole, and my freshly shot load sprayed across my face and chest. The look on my face was one I had seen a few times on a porn of someone after a hard fucking; eyes slightly glazed, face flushed, and a trail of cigar smoke drifting up from the short cigar nub sticking out of my jaw. I really did looked like a freshly fucked whore on one of the BDSM sites I had checked out on a whim one night a year or two ago. Instantly, I felt my dick get harder and my asshole got a slight ache, reminding me of the fun I had just had. I eventually had to shake myself out of it as I saw the tell-tale bubble with three dots appear as Mike typed out his reply. Damn! I missed you smoking your first full cigar! Mike’s message popped up quickly, followed by, You look so fucking sexy boy! Wish I could have stayed and fed you more. Feeling myself blush slightly, I could only muster a quick thanks, before minimizing the text and going to the web, looking up quickly how to properly cut a cigar. Following the instructions to the letter, I cut the cigar, and hoping it was correct, swept the remains of the cigar’s cap into my hand, as I learned it was called. Tossing the bits of tobacco into the trash, I grabbed the lighter and stepped out the back door into my yard, shoving my phone into my pocket. “Jesus…” I groaned to myself, as the heat and humidity hit me with actual physical force, the epitome of the midwestern summer, “It’s like the ass crack of Stan today." Slowly, I trudged towards the woods lining our property line, cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. I was hoping that maybe in the shade, it would be better to smoke the cigar, knowing that if I were to try and smoke it in the sun, I’d likely melt or die of heat exhaustion. There was only some relief as I stepped into the shade, making my way deeper into the woods. Growing up, I was thankful that there was a park so close to our house, with just a 5 minute walk through the woods to reach the path. Today I was actually equally glad, though I guess for a different reason. Eventually I reached about 2/3 of the way to the park path, finally cooling off in the shade of the trees and sitting on the trunk of an old fallen tree. Thankfully it was probably a good ten degrees cooler under the trees. Sitting down, I slowly let myself catch my breath, realizing that the short walk in the humidity had actually taken my breath away somewhat. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I contemplated what to do next for a moment. Should I light the cigar first, then take a selfie, or take it while? Quickly, I decided on the former, and thinking back to what Greg had done, I lit my lighter and held the flame under the foot of the cigar. I slowly began to puff on it, rotating it between puffs. Instinctively, I felt my dick begin to harden. Satisfied I had it lit, I took it out of my mouth, looking at the end of the cigar. Thankfully, it was fully lit, with an even bright red cherry across the foot as the internet had instructed. Shoving it back in my mouth, I began to puff on it. Looking around, I took in the quiet scenery, while slowly rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie before sending it to the group text. Horny, I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my dick, as I puffed on the large cigar in my mouth. A quick sound of a twig breaking caused me to suddenly rocket upright and look around, afraid someone had somehow came upon me while feeling myself up half naked in the woods. My heart started beating hard as I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, like a scared kid who had just had his parents walk in on him. However, I saw nothing there. No person telling me off, not even an animal. Letting out a sigh of relief, I let out a large cloud of smoke I hadn’t even been aware of sucking in. Suddenly, the sound of my phone dinging caused me to jump. Quickly, I opened the phone and looked at the screen. Fuck yeah, good to see you’re an eager smoke pig, Greg had replied, quickly followed by a grinning devil. Soon after I got a message from Mike, I want you make sure to suck that thick smoke down. Feed those lungs and make your daddies proud. Still feeling slightly jumpy for no reason, I slowly began to walk through the woods, puffing on the cigar and sucking in most of the smoke, only occasionally coughing slightly from the strong smoke. Time flew by rather quickly as I was quickly over half way done smoking the cigar. The whole time, my cock was hard and throbbing in my shorts, the feeling of the rough fabric of the jock rubbing against my cock head slowly driving me crazy. Suddenly, a somewhat wicked thought crossed my mind, and switching to my camera app, I pulled my pants and the jock back down, before posing with my cock in hand. Moving the cigar to the corner of my mouth, I eventually got the phone positioned down and took a quick video of me sucking in a large draw on the cigar, while slowly jacking my cock, before groaning out a cloud of smoke. I then sent the short clip to Greg and Mike, and walked over to a tree and leaned against it, smoking more and working my cock, occasionally spitting on my cock and using it as lube. Feeling more and more horny, reached around to my hole with a free hand and slowly began to finger myself. Eventually I looked down at my feet when I noticed the used condom. The sight surprised me at first. I had heard of rumors that guys would hook up in the woods in the park, but growing up, I’d never seen any evidence of it before. Moving it slightly with my foot, I had to admit I was impressed. Not only did it look to be a magnum, but whoever it belonged to must cum by the bucketful, as the condom looked almost more like a water balloon. My mind began to wander, imaging myself in the woods late at night bent over and taking a load from this mysterious stranger when my phone dinged again. Pulling out my fingers from my well fucked hole, I pulled the mostly smoked cigar from my mouth, and then stuck the cum coated digits into my mouth, enjoying the taste of poz cum on my tongue before looking at my messages. Hot fucking neg smoker pig. Thinking of us breeding you while you haul on that cigar? Mike asked, before a picture of his hard dick showed on my screen. Next, Greg’s message came across the screen. Can’t wait to lock that cock of yours up and make you go beg for loads from random strangers like a proper cumdump. No loads refused. Fuck that sounds hot, I replied, jerking my cock faster as I imagined exactly that. A random group of faceless men all lined up to take a turn at my hole, bent over a fallen tree as I smoked a fat cigar. In my imagination, one of the guys fucking me leaned over before growling in my ear “Fucking take my diseased load, whore,“ and then with one final slam, the guy buried himself deep in my ass and flooded it with his cum. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten up before shooting a massive load on the ground. As I continued shooting, I felt myself drawing hard on the cigar, desperate to feed my lungs the smoke. Breathlessly, I felt my whole lower abdomen shudder as the aftershock of my ejaculation shook my body. Pulling the mostly smoked cigar out of my mouth, I dropped it on the ground before crushing it under my foot. Slowly I let myself recover, amazed at how hard and how much cum I had shot at the idea of being a whore in the park at night. Spent and feeling slightly boneless, I pulled my pants and jock back up, not bothering to wipe the remaining cum from my cock before trudging back through the woods back to my house. ——— Dinner was a boring affair as always. Mom gushing about my sister and her impending wedding plans near the end of the summer. Endless questions about caterers and flowers and the invitations. My brother, dad and fiancé heatedly talked about whatever team they were wanting to go to the Super Bowl, and other statistics, with me just agreeing in a bored tone of voice with whatever thing my dad would ask me for agreement about the college team at my school. Unfortunately, our family had a strict no cellphones at the table rule. Eventually my attention turned to the hot waiter at the other tables, my mind fantasizing about the sizable bulge in his pants. Imagining what we would do, how he’d compare to Greg and Mike, what his status might be. “Everything ok sweetheart,” my mother suddenly asked, drawing my attention away from my thoughts suddenly. “Huh?” I asked, not really registering what she had asked. “God, why can’t you act like you want to be here Riley,” my sister pouted, crossing her arms across her chest and her voice getting into that fake annoying high pitched she’d use while we were kids to get sympathy from my parents, “You just can’t stand not being the center of attention for once, can you? Just out to ruin everything of mine!” “Uh… No…,” I replied, perplexed at the sudden childish behavior coming from her, not seeing one of her tantrums for years, “What’s your problem?” “Jen, baby, he’s probably just tired from mowing those yards today,” her fiancé replied in a sickly sweet tone, apparently used to this behavior and trying to calm her down. For a second, I was going to thank him for his stepping in. And then I realized I’d forgotten his name. Erin… Erin… something with a E, I thought to myself, my mind struggling to remember it. “Yeah, sorry Jen, just tired. It was just really hot today,” I said lamely, as I mouthed a thank you as my sister turned away, pouting like a child, “What was the question?” “Marcus was just asking if you got your tux yet for the wedding next month,” my mom said with a sigh, rubbing her hand on my sister’s back trying to calm her down before she got up and stormed off, my mother following quickly behind. “Oh, um, yeah,” I said mentally kicking myself at still getting the guys name wrong, “I’ll pick it up next week. Sorry.” “No worries man, she’s just worried about everything being perfect for the wedding,” Marcus replied, shooting a warm smile at me and looking directly in my eyes, “Let me know when you get it done and I’ll make sure Jen gets the message.” I shuffled slightly in my seat, suddenly keenly aware that Marcus was actually not bad looking, and my jock was definitely rubbing on my semi hard cock again. Thankfully the check for dinner came shortly after, and one quiet car ride later, I went upstairs and changed to my preferred tank top and basketball shorts. The sun was finally down, and the temperature, although still muggy, was now decent. Looking at my phone, I was actually somewhat sad that there was still no reply after the afternoon’s events from Greg or Mike. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop and slowly started scrolling through several porn sites, making sure the volume was off as I browsed, hearing my brother’s tv from the other room through the paper thin walls. Leaning over the side of the bed, I dug through my backpack before finally finding my wireless earbuds. Putting them in and connecting them to the laptop, I slowly started skimming porn, not really finding much to interest me. I sat there for a second, frustrated, before deciding on a whim starting a search for things like poz and bug chasing. Several videos later, I felt my dick throbbing hard, and my balls ached for release. Looking over at the clock, I suddenly realized it was now 11pm, and pulling out one of the earbuds, listened for any sounds. All that met me was the muted sounds of my brother snoring in the other room, and the dull sound of waves from my parent’s white noise machine. Leaning back over the edge of the bed again, I pulled out from under the bed the lighter and one of cigars, thankfully already prepped earlier while I was still alone in the house. Quietly, I went downstairs, before slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and making my way into the woods, thankful for the nearly full moon lighting my way. Satisfied I was out of sight from my house, I quickly got the cigar lit and started walking towards the park path, knowing that I could use the light from one of the street lamps along it for the photo. Slowly I trudged through the deeper part of the woods, using my phone’s flashlight to light the way as I quietly puffed away on the cigar, occasionally inhaling hard and enjoying seeing the large cloud of smoke coming out of me. Finally, I made it to the path, and made my way to one of the benches. Sitting down, I took a quick shot of myself, spreading my legs and puffing on the cigar before taking the picture and sending it. I sat there for a few minutes smoking in silence, waiting for a reply before finally guess that Greg and Mike had to be in bed. After a few minutes, I noticed two guys briefly make eye contact with me before suddenly walking off the path and into the dark woods. Amused, I knew immediately that this had to be where the rumors of people cruising the park and fucking in it at night came from. Curious, I wondered to myself if one of them was Mr. Big Shot, as I had nicknamed the mystery guy who had filled the condom in my mind. Slowly I let my hand drift to my crotch and occasionally rubbed it when someone came walking down the path, quickly making eye contact with me. I straightened up out of reflex, sitting properly on the bench. The man was dressed somewhat similar to me, with black hair, and a baseball cap on backwards, a slight beard on his face. Thinner than me but taller. Easily 10 years older. Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white pack of cigarettes. Expertly, he flipped the pack open and bringing it to his lips before closing the box again and putting it in his pocket. Patting his pockets, he let out a muttered curse before walking up to me. “Hey man, got a light” he asked, his voice deep. I wordlessly reached into my pocket before pulling out the lighter and handed it to him. I watched as his quickly lit up and took a deep drag on the cigarette before tilting his head back and blowing out a huge cloud of smoke with a sigh. “Fuck I needed that,” he said, handing me back the lighter, “Thanks man.” “Um, sure,” I said, unsure what to say and feeling suddenly horny watching the guy hauling the smoke in, “No problem.” “Why don’t we walk together and I’ll give you a proper thank you,” he asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants as my my cock threatened to pop out of the jock. “Uh… I… sure,” I said, making it sound more like a question instead of an answer. Getting up, I followed behind the man as we suddenly took a sharp right off the path, working deeper into the woods, with only the faint light from the lamp post and the moonlight to lead the way. Unsure if this would be ok, I contemplated texting Mike and Greg to get permission, but then the fact they were likely asleep crossed my mind again. I stopped myself and thought back to the texts earlier in the day. They seemed keen to the idea of me getting fucked by strangers. But still, a part of me wanted to make sure. Thankfully, the guy didn’t leave me of a choice as he suddenly stopped and turned around, pulling my pants and jock down and giving my dick a few tugs. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me getting a random blowjob. “Nice piece of meat there, man,” he said, and suddenly he was kneeling down on the ground, and after taking a hard drag on the cigarette, began to immediately deep throat my dick. I fought the urge to start moaning as I let the guy go to town, sucking my cock. Occasionally, he’d pull off before taking a huge draw on the cigarette before going back to sucking me hard. I stood there and tried to hold off on cumming, enjoying the feeling of his throat hugging my dick as I began to match each deep draw on the cigar with his cigarette. Slowly my free hand drifted the back of his head, gently guiding him how fast and slow I wanted him to go before finally I felt myself getting close. “Fuck, I’m getting close, man,” I groaned quietly, feeling the load building in my balls. Suddenly, he pulled off, and slowly started working my cock, delaying me. “Suck me off after,” he asked, moving his hand up and down as he took another drag off the cigarette. “Yeah man,” I groaned, wanting to feel the release of of my load. Suddenly, he dove down on my cock and started sucking it hard and fast, quickly making me shoot. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking every last drop of my cum out and swallowing it. I could only hold the back of his head to keep him from moving as I puffed hard and fast on my cigar as I kept pumping shot after shot down his throat. Finally, he began to tap on the front of my thighs, and pulled my quickly softening cock out of his mouth. “Tasty load, guy,” he said, flicking the spent cigarette off into the dark as he stood up, “Mind if I smoke that while you suck me? That thing smells awesome.” I nodded, giving him the mostly smoked cigar and watched as he immediately started hauling on the cigar while pulling his pants down, surprisingly not wearing any underwear. I let him slowly push my head down to his cock and I began to suck it, hoping I would be able to fit the large member into my mouth. Looking up at his stomach, I noticed a few tattoos, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out much. Languidly, he began to fuck my mouth, holding both hands on my head as he took long strokes in and out of my mouth, all the while taking hard hauls on the cigar. Slowly I worked my hand up to his asshole, surprised to find it slick. “Yeah, got a several anon loads at the toilets earlier,” he chuckled, “Hope you don’t mind.” I began to finger him with first one then several fingers, slowly working his prostate as his began to take irregular stocks. “Fuck yeah man,” he growled around the cigar, his grip on my hard tightening, “Work those loads in me and swallow my swimmers all down.” I could taste the precum flowing out of his cock as I worked his prostate even more. “Fuck, here’s it comes man,” he said, suddenly pulling back and jacking his surprisingly large dick out almost all the way, leaving only the head in my mouth, “Slurp my jizz down man!” Suddenly, he was cumming, quickly flooding my mouth as I struggled to swallow the massive amount of creamy cum as it felt like an endless stream of sperm shot out. Eventually, after several mouthfuls, he sighed and pulled out, wiping his dick along the side of my face. Pulling me up, he brought me close to him before taking a deep drag on the cigar, before locking lips with me and making out. We stood there for a few minutes, the taste of each others' loads and the smoke mixing on our entwined tongues before finally he pulled back. “Thanks for the light man,” he said, grinning as he suddenly pulled his pants up and began to walk off. “Thanks… you too,” I said breathlessly, still recovering from the high of what we had just done. “Hope I can catch you around, maybe drop a load in each other,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the cigarettes again, this time with using my spent cigar to light it as he walked off. Quietly, I pulled my pants up and after making sure I had my phone and lighter, I made my way back through the woods. I snuck back into the house and after putting my phone back on the charger, promptly passed out on my bed.

Vacation in New York years ago, lived in Oregon at the time. Took the train to Sayville one day. Met a dark handsome man by the lake who wanted to fuck me. Condoms were required back then so he ran back to his van to get a condom and ran back and got just-right sweaty. Fucked me by the trail by the lake where anyone could have walked by. That was my first outdoor experience. Craigslist ad to meet a guy with a flashing red safety light on his jacket, at dusk. I went to the path and he jogged by right away. I smiled and said hey so he came back. He sat on a bench next to the trail and I sucked off his uncut Hispanic Italian cock. Sweet cum. Busy trail, shocking that nobody passed by. A date and I were walking down the sidewalk after dark. Just a few feet up the hill above the sidewalk was a free-standing concrete archway. We talked about how hot it would be for him to just breed me right there, leaning against the arch, so he did. Seeded me quick and dirty. So hot. My friend arranged to meet me in a field near a freeway overpass. It was a bit of a walk from the car through the tall grass to get there. I pulled my shorts down and bent over a log. He pulled out his cock and started pumping me bare. I didn’t know that another guy had followed us to watch. After my friend seeded me the other guy wanted me to suck his dick. I wanted his seed but he wouldn’t breed me bare. I swallowed his cum and then we left. The area got fenced off so it never happened again there.

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…