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Bailey spent quite a bit of time talking to Leroy at various points after that, and he and Sam were taking care of our housemate’s needs by blowing him regularly in a more managed, consensual way. I focused on Tony, who fortunately came out the end of his conversion and started to get back to being himself. When he was fully better, I took him on my own to a clinic, and then we went to a quiet gay bar in town for some drinks and to talk it all out after he got the positive result. He was in his thoughts a lot more than Sam, Bailey or I had been, but he kept confirming that he had no regrets. He was just thinking more about the future, both in the short term with the rest of the housemates, and in the longer term as he also deliberated on his sexuality. As part of working things out, he decided he would join us in delaying any meds for the time being. A couple of days later I came back early from a lecture after the professor had been unwell and eventually thrown in the towel after only 15 minutes, giving me the opportunity to catch up on a paper that I had got behind on during all the goings-on with Tony and Leroy. I must have been abnormally quiet with my entrance to the house, as when I got upstairs I heard Leroy’s voice from inside Hugh’s room, the door to which was slightly ajar. “I’m sure mate” he said. “I want to know what it’s like.” “And you’re sure you want me to be your first?” Hugh asked him. “Yeah” replied Leroy. “You go both ways, so I reckon you know how to make it good, you know?” I quietly lowered myself down so I was sitting on the top step, all thoughts of that paper now gone. Leroy was asking Hugh to fuck him for the first time, and it did not take a rocket scientist to see that this was in some way linked to what he’d found out, his over-the-top horniness of late, and whatever was being said in the conversations with Bailey. My mind starting running at speed as I listened, wondering if Leroy was starting to think about the ‘special bond’ we had talked about and what it could mean for him. He was so cryptic about it when we spoke, but now it felt like I was starting to understand what might be going on his head. I stayed there for quite some time, listening as Hugh got Leroy ready, coaching him through how to enjoy it, and then presumably getting him opened up given the moans and groans. I listened as Leroy’s cherry was popped, as he adjusted to what was inside of him, and as he started to enjoy it. It was only when they started to fuck harder and Leroy was hollering with pleasure that I carefully stood up again, crept down the stairs, and made as quiet an exit out the front door as I could. As much as I wanted to listen to the whole thing, I had realised that things with Leroy were a bit fragile and he might not respond well to finding me in the house once they were done. I thus headed off to the library to work there instead, somehow managing to actually focus so that I had made some real headway by the time I decided to head home again. Things settled in the house for a bit after that. At nights Tony fucked Sam, Bailey and I senseless as he worked through the hyper-horniness that seemed to follow conversion, but we all detected less of an issue with our absence from the wider house sex games. Indeed, it seemed like maybe some of the suspected couplings were starting to get a bit deeper, with Sean and Josh starting to be a bit more outwardly affectionate towards each other, and Marcus and Tom no longer even trying to hide that they slept in the same bed every night. The new element to it all was the Leroy/Hugh dynamic. They were not exactly exhibiting any signs of being together, but were also not succeeding in covering up how much time they spent fucking. No-one said anything to him, but a couple of throwaway comments from others in the house let me know that everyone knew Leroy was now taking it up the arse. —————— I suppose I had been expecting that things would somehow develop with Leroy, and Bailey and I had agreed we would hold off on talking to the rest of the house about what was really going on until we had a better idea of whether Leroy’s recent foray into bottoming might be the start of something else. However, the next twist in the story came rather out of left field, and it could all be traced back to Sam. He had, it turned out, made a semi-anonymous profile on a hook-up site advertising his new status with the offer of sharing with others. He had already bred a couple of older guys elsewhere in the city, but then had received an approach that made him come running to us to both admit to what he had been doing and also seek some guidance. He had been Oinked by a couple looking to take some risks, who wanted to either meet him at his place or in a hotel. He had exchanged messages for a bit, and then some photos were shared, albeit without any face-pics. It was one of these that caused him to come and talk to us, as what was not amazingly clear but still unmistakable on the torso of one of the men was a small tattoo of a winged seahorse. We knew this as the old Air France logo, because that’s what Marcus had told us it was. The guys in the images were Marcus and Tom. With Tony joining us, the four of us reviewed all the messages and images, and then talked about what to do. It was gobsmacking that our housemates apparently had started to get into this fetish entirely independently of us four’s influence, but now that we knew about it, one hell of an opportunity had been created. Bailey, Sam and I all knew straight off the bat that we had to get Marc and T over to Omar’s for a party, not least because Tom would be able to be chained up and fucked senseless for hours in the way that he seemed to occasionally crave when his submissive, bottom side rose to the surface. Marcus, meanwhile, would probably fall into the role of a true cumdump with ease, given how much he had embraced bottoming since his summer in France. We set about making plans, but the key issue we could not decide on was how to approach them. Eventually we agreed to help Sam in talking to them via the site’s message function, asking the right questions without being too pushy to ensure that they did really want what they were asking for from him. This went on for a few days, but it was clear from their responses that they were serious so we felt it was time to take the next step. We pondered having them come to a bar to meet Sam, but eventually decided we would be better off just talking to them. The opportunity for that arose only a day later when everyone else happened to be out, although Tony was also at a lecture. Still, we proceeded without him, with Bailey, Sam and I sitting down at the kitchen table while Marcus and Tom were both making sandwiches for their lunches. “Guys, can we talk to you” I said. “That sounds serious” said Marcus, chuckling. “It is, I guess” I said. They both whipped their heads in my direction at that point, staring at me for a moment before they both put down their knives and came over to the table to sit down with us. “OK” said Tom, “you’ve got our attention.” “I, er” said Sam, before pausing for a moment as he stared at the table. “I am GifterBoy99.” The response from them was not dramatic, but still very noticeable. Marcus went white, and Tom sat up just a little more straight. “What…what do you mean?” Marcus said. “Who is that?” “Marc, mate, it’s OK” said Bailey, reaching over the table to put his hand on our housemate’s. “We understand.” They both looked like rabbits in headlights, so I decided to start talking before they tried to go for any more denial or angry rebuttal. I gave them an abridged version of the story, looking between them as I did so, and did not stop until it was all out there. “So” said Bailey, “that means we understand, Tony does too, and we wanted you to know that.” “Fucking hell” Tom muttered, standing up and going over to stare out of the window at the garden. “It’s OK” Bailey said again, looking at Marcus. “It’s OK to want this.” Marcus looked down at the table, and a long period of silence began. Tom continued to stare out at the garden, his muscled frame looking tense, while Marcus just looked kind of broken. “I don’t know if we do want it” Marcus eventually said, still staring at the table. “I mean, I’m not sure we would have gone through with it.” “That’s understandable” I said, “and I get it. I had my doubts too, and I know Tony did.” “What made you decide?” Marcus asked. “I don’t know” I said, “it just felt more right the longer I thought about it. It was like I realised it was something I was missing.” Marcus nodded, but kept staring at the table as silence descended again. “I want it” Tom suddenly said, still staring outside. “Fuck all this bullshit.” He turned around and walked back over to us, sitting down next to Marcus and placing his hand on his’s boyfriend thigh. “You do?” said Marcus. “Yes” said Tom. “I know it’s fucked-up, but I want it. I’m sorry, I know you’re not sure, but I have to be honest about it. I want to get pozzed.” Bailey and I both sensed that it was time for us to leave them alone, and I motioned for Sam to follow us as we got up and left the room. —————— “We’re in” said Marcus, after coming into my room and closing the door behind him. “Both of us.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “Tom being so sure has made me see that I am too.” It was two days later, and we had been giving them a wide berth since then. The only exception to that was Tony, who had gone to talk to them briefly on his own given he had not been present for the first conversation, but he had reported that they didn’t give much up. “So” I said, “when you say that you are ‘in’, what do you mean?” “I mean” he said, “we’d like to go to one of those parties.” “Well, OK then” I said, smiling at him. “I can sort that out, if you’re sure.” “I am” he said. “So is Tony. He’s been so horned up thinking about it that I’m struggling to sit down comfortably at the moment.” I laughed, and then made my way over to him. I wrapped him in a hug, and then let go and looked him in the eyes. “You’ll have a blast” I said, “but you have to tell me if you start having any doubts.” “Sure” he said, “but that won’t happen.” He winked at me, then pulled away and headed back out of my room. I stood for a moment and took in that this was going to happen, then went back to my desk and grabbed my phone. With nervous excitement, I opened up my WhatsApp and started writing Harry a message that I knew would make his day… To be continued

Actually happened. Met up with a guy off Scruff the other night. Chubby guy, but so my type. I actually didn’t think he would be into me but seemed keen. Facial hair and thick 8” cock. I was a bit concerned about the thickness and hoping he wouldn’t be too rough. Came over and straight away was kissing me in the hallway. Then straight to the bedroom and clothes off and some p[passionate making out on the bed. He got hard straight away and was rock hard. So flipped me over and slid straight in. Thank god I stretched with a dildo before he came over. About 5 mins of fucking and he grunted and groaned and was flooding my insides with a huge load. Rolled off me and turned me over and spent about an hour making out and kissing and cuddling. Was such a good kisser. Then hard again, so flipped me back over and he was back in me fucking me again. The first load must have been huge as this time there was cum all over the sheets, and it was slopping as he fucked me. Again, he dumps another load in me staying in me for about 5 mins kissing my neck before going soft. He stayed another hour, just talking, kissing and making out. He was cuddling me from behind caressing me when I felt his hard cock again against my back. I just cocked my leg, and he was inside me again. Not long before a third load was pumped into me wet sloppy hole. We made out some more and he left. Me sore and literally wet and leaking cum. Fell asleep naked with all his seed in me.

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"

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"

(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.

I never bring up the subject of status. If the top does I will definitely talk about it. I tell them I'm okay with what ever their status is. I have only had a couple of guys bring up the subject. I wish more would. I would like to hear one tell me he is poz and not on meds after he has cum in me. I would say can you do it again?

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.

“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

The words stung me back to reality. What was I doing? I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at him. He nodded, trying to encourage me. I shook my head and blushed. He smiled, I swear he had the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "Just fingers on his hole Andy." "Really?" "Yeah." "What the fuck is the point then?" Andy asked, then stormed off. Sam, of course, followed him and I was left in the room, naked, drool on my chin. I caught a glance in the wardrobe's mirror and looked away. I felt like shit. I tried not to listen as the couple argued in another room. Slowly the arguing stopped. I put my trousers on and waited to be summoned, hoping that they wouldn't be arguing because of me for too long. After some time, the door opened and Sam stepped in. He told me that this was the spare room anyway and I should spend the night. Andy had work in the morning anyway. I apologised, almost crying and Sam sat next to me, he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry lad, it's a big step. Go to sleep and you can just leave in the morning." As Sam left I pretty much just lay down and went to sleep until I was stirred by a door closing. I sat bolt upright and looked around; gorgeous apartment, feeling fresh, for a brief moment everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered everything and must have audibly cringed as Sam soon entered the bedroom. "Looking good." He said. "Thanks. Look, I'm so sorry about last night." "To be honest, it was kind of ridiculous. I'm glad you're apologising, that is sweet of you. I didn't even get to cum!" I laughed. Sam leaned in and whispered that "We have all day now." and I sat naively stunned as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pyjama pants. "Now suck my fucking cock" His grip on my neck was strong so I didn't have a choice; I took the length of his poison cock into my mouth. A fact which he reminded me of over and over again as I sucked his hard dick. Now sober, I was a lot more fearful of his cock, however this worked only to turn me on more and make me suck him more eagerly. I fell to the floor and yanked his trousers off, desperately snaking my tongue around his cockhead, tasting his toxic precum. "I'm so glad you chickened out last night. Means I get your ass all to myself right now." I ignored this and kept sucking, half hoping to make him cum quickly and half wanting to see what would happen if he didn't. "I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you dancing. Just you alone. You can be my special boy." I'm ashamed to say that this gave me butterflies in my stomach; Sam was definitely the better catch out of the two of them and to have this handsome older man want to risk his marriage to get with me had me swelling with pride. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, we collapsed onto the bed together, a writhing, sweaty mess of lust, clamoring at each other desperately. He kissed his way down my body to my small cock, which he avoided, and kissed and slurped down to my ass. "Get me wet Daddy" As his slimy tongue pressed against my hole I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved it. He stopped soon after and from under the bed produced a squirty bottle of lube, he covered my hole in it and then offered it to me. I perched myself on the end of the bed and applied it to his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times in an effort to appear calm. In reality I was terrified. Again though, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I moved around and positioned myself for him to take me doggy style. "Tell me you want it." "I want your poz cock." "How?" "Hard." He chuckled. "How?" "Oh.. bare, raw, fuck your cum into me." He smiled and shoved his length into me in one go, I cried out in pain and lust, he ignored me and set his own pace, fast, slow, shallow, deep, he did everything he could get himself off in record time and before I had chance to enjoy the fuck, he shot his load deep inside my cunt. We panted together for a moment until he awkwardly guided me to lie on the bed, he spooned me, the whole time his cock never came out of my hole. "That was errr...." "Quick? I know. I want to load you up as many time as possible." A sinking feeling took over my stomach as I realised what I had done, I wanted to run, scream, cry, but instead I nestled myself back as he wrapped his strong arm around me and I thought about the next time he would be cumming in my hole.

When I turned eighteen a group of my friends took me on a night out to Manchester's Canal Street, the big gay district of my closest city. I drank quite a lot, enjoyed the music and the dancing; especially grinding on the older guys which my friends all found hilarous. Whilst they laughed and I pretended to, I was getting so turned on that I knew I would be going home with an older man. On the way to another bar I lost my friends; I have no idea how, I think I went in ahead and straight to the bar whereas they went in and found a booth. I didn't see them again that night. As I ordered a drink, I overheard a couple talking. "Hide your tattoo, it will scare people off" "No, we should let them know anyway. I'm not stealthing again." I peered around to see the tattoo - on the wrist of one of the men; a biohazard sign. I tapped the nearest one to me on the shoulder and clumsily said. "Are you guys poz? What's that like?" He replied; "Come talk to us at our booth if you want. We need to sit down." And they wandered over to a set of booths manned by a security guy, a kind of VIP area I guess. My interest was piqued and I ordered my smirnoff ice and headed over. They waved me past the barrier and I sat down, next to Sam, he was 40 I guess, black hair, stocky build, definitely a lot hotter than his partner Andy, 45, bald, slim, still attractive and with the tattoo. They introduced themselves as a married couple who lived nearby, they had been together for five years and were both poz. I asked many daft questions about it and they were brutally honest; they said that the medicine that helped got in the way too much and that they didn't take any, meaning that they were very contagious. They were in town looking for a third to join them in a hotel room. "So you'll be using condoms then?" "No." "But they might catch it." "Some kids like that idea." They laughed to each other and I chuckled as well, to hide the fact that I was hard as a rock and confused as hell as to why I was so turned on. That ended the poz talk and we joked and danced for another hour or so until they said that they were going to head home. Sam just said to me "Come on." and I followed like a little lapdog to their hotel room. Once in the room, Andy stood behind me and felt my ass whilst Sam was in front of me. Both men showered me with kisses and I was in heaven, my shirt was pulled off and then I pulled Sam's pants down, exposing his hard cock, 7", perfect girth, totally shaved. "Suck it" Andy encouraged. I did as I was told, flicking my tongue about the head, slurping and sucking noisily as the two men kissed and whispered into each others ears. Andy knelt down behind me and undid my pants. He kissed my neck and said "Let's go to bed." Sam lay down on his back and I knelt between his legs sucking him, my bare ass in the air. As I noisily sucked and slurped, drool covering my chin and his balls, Sam smiled down at me and tenderly stroked my hair. Andy however aggressively began to rim my smooth hole. My cock was harder than it had ever been, Andy's tongue snaked deep into my tight ass and Sam's hard cock in my throat, I reached for my cock to jerk off. However, Andy grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away. "Ask permission boy." "C... can I jerk off?" I asked, kind of stunned. "That depends..." He stood up behind me and pressed against my ass. "Can I fuck your hole?" To be continued....

Had a quarrel with my husband today. These quarrels are never serious, but afterwards he always wants to breed me. That’s the kind of punishment I love, so my hole is nice and wet, filled with his cum now.

I totally agree with you @Heir2012 - just use it! 😈💦💦💦

I get to cruising as soon as i get out the locker room. no towel needed. depends on the bathhouse but if they got a playroom i usuall go right there

You question why Dems got so many fewer votes but seem to be completely uncurious about how Biden could get an unprecedented jump in the number of votes in 2020 compared to Obama or Clinton. You then “think” that Musk rigged vote tallies. Any supporting evidence for that “thought”?

My step-brother and I are taking loads together at the double tree downtown July 19 and 20. No loads refused. Where are the nasty Philly breeders? Sniffies ad will be posted.

New Beginning Part 6 After that night, Alex and I naturally fell into a routine, taking turns staying over at each other’s place from then on. Sure, we were fucking like bunnies but some nights we stayed up talking, other nights we barely said anything, just being comfortable in the quiet. Even after we’d finally admitted how we had felt about each other, neither of was ready to take the next step. Jack was still in the picture and, even though Alex was fine with it, I was still figuring things out. And since Jack was out of town, it made it easier to not think about it. A couple of weeks later, I heard from Jack. He was back and wanted to see me. But I wasn’t sure if meeting at my place was the best idea, so I came up with an excuse and we settled on dinner instead. I was a little anxious telling him, but Jack just smiled, knowing my history with Alex. He was happy for me. "So, where does that leave us?" he asked, like he already knew it wasn’t going to be a simple answer. Playing with the drink between my hands, "Honestly? I’m figuring it out as I go," I sighed. "I just know I need someone that can take full control. Then there’s Alex. Sure, I can sub with him, but there’s that one thing I can’t change, he needs to get fucked, and I can’t give him that.” Jack nodded, and sat back, like he’d already made peace with it. There was no awkwardness, just this understanding between us. I guess we both knew what was coming, but I wanted to hear it from him. "I hear you, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d never get in the way of what you two have. I’m always here when you need me. Just remember, nothing changes when you’re with me. You’ll always be my cuntboy, just like before. Whatever’s going on outside of this, in your life, including Alex, it doesn’t exist when we’re together. That clear?" “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, glad to have the part of my life not shut out. So, Jack and I continued to meet up when I could arrange a long weekend as, by this point, he kept me spun during our sessions. I was climbing the corporate ladder at work, and I needed blow off steam. Yeah, I was becoming that stereotypical guy, calling all the shots, but just wanting to let go of all that control once the day was over. Like I said before, he’d also let me explore my fantasies, and being spun, we’d talk about them. Jack always was one to hear me talk about Alex when I was spun. He’d just watch me, seeing the look on my face as I told him what we were up to. He was especially into the fact that Alex had tossed all his underwear and was wearing jockstraps like me. It was during one of my sessions with Jack that Alex came up. “So, cuntboy,” Jack grunted, unloading his piss into my mouth, “Tell me more about Alex’s cocksucking.” This was something he liked to do, catching me off guard and asking questions before leading into something he had been thinking about. “Fuck, Daddy,” I grinned, gulping down the last of his chem piss. “Good! You remember I told you Greg’s cock was huge, even bigger than Alex’s? There isn’t a cock Alex can’t satisfy.” “Hmmm. Including yours?” he chuckled, perking up. Sure, my cock was bigger than Jack’s, but it was never something either of us cared about. “And getting fucked, how’s that going for him and being with you?” he asked. “Fucking love his mouth, Jack,” I sighed, sitting up and breaking the scene, “He’s getting it. We’ve both been traveling more for work and are on the apps. But...” “So, you’re not together when that happens?” he asked, in his normal ‘Jack’ mode. “You two haven’t done it together, yet?” “No,” I admitted, “You could say, I get jealous sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, we both talk about what goes on with you and what he does with other guys. But, honestly, there’s a part of me that feels disconnected when we talk about other guys.” “Mmmhmm,” he said, with a devilish grin, “So, what do you think about him joining us? Do you think you could handle seeing him with me? It’s not like we’ve never had another boy join us. ‘Course you’d still be my cuntboy.” “Yeah, Daddy?” I moaned, suddenly getting back into my role. “Yeah, cuntboy,” he growled, tugging on my collar. “You know how I feel about you.” I did. He’d never really given up on me being his full time and there was this connection we had that I couldn’t ever completely explain to Alex. Maybe because, even after all this time, I still didn’t quite understand it myself. But the thought of three of us had crossed my mind and I smiled. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’” he chuckled, feeding me some poppers, and pushed me down to his hairy hole, “Time I meet this boy.” “Mmmhmm,” I murmured, spreading his ass open. “Go on, boy,” he groaned, taking a hit of poppers. “Fucking eat me my ass out.” He didn’t need to tell me again. I grabbed onto his hips and, smiling at his tight hole, jumped on it with my tongue as it dilated and opened up. Slipping my tongue in, I sucked on it between exploring and getting a taste of him. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, pulling my face against his ass. “Make Daddy feel good.” “Yesss, Ssssir,” I mumbled, reaching up and stroking his slicked cock. Squirming, he started talking about the three of us together. It was obvious he had thought about it and was waiting for the right time. It only got me hotter. Making sure my mouth stayed on his hole, I kept exploring as I stroked his cock. “Fuck, cuntboy,” he started moaning. “Fucking do it.” I felt his cock thickening and his hole tighten around my tongue. It was all I could do to stay inside him as I stroked his shaft faster and faster. He was getting closer, and I shoved my tongue in as far as I could as he started to tremble. “SHIT!” he yelled out, tightening his hole around my tongue and clamping down as he shot another load. I just laid there, sucking on it with my lips as my tongue slipped out of him. Quickly, I cleaned up my hand, moved up and started lapping up the rest of his load. “Fuck!” he chuckled, pulling me up to him and grabbing my junk. “If I were Alex and you’d have done that, I’d be fucking begging for you to fuck me. ‘Course, we’d have to take care of that t-dick.” I just smiled, knowing this was the most intimate thing I could do for him. This wasn’t about sex for me. After all, I had a cunt for fucking, but he had a hole. I was showing him just how much I was all in on his training and how far I'd come. By this point, there wasn’t much that I wouldn’t do. Afterwards, we just laid there in bed with my head in his lap, nursing on his cock. Leaving was always a bit tough, but this time felt different. Once again, my life was coming together in a new way, and honestly, I was looking forward to it this time. Like usual, Jack dropped me off at the terminal. “Let me know what Alex says,” he smiled, kissing me goodbye. "I will, Sir," I said with a grin, surprised that he kissed me as he dropped me off, something he'd never done before. I stepped out of the car, shut the door, and gave a quick wave. After a few steps, I heard him honk. Turning around, I saw him roll down the window. “You know the drill, cuntboy. Let him know he’s not getting off easy. I expect the same from him as I do from you!" he called out, not caring who heard him. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. The ferry ride back was quiet, most people were heading the other way in the late afternoon. I stood at the railing, watching the city skyline get closer, lost in my thoughts. So much had happened to get me here. After everything, Alex and I were about to start something new, together. ----- Alex was always waiting to pick me up at the terminal after my time with Jack. Catching my grin as I walked over, he just laughed. “Fuck you smell good,” he said, handing me a water before taking in my scent as I shut the door. It was a warm day, but the ac was off. I just kept smiling, seeing him in nothing but his shorts and sneakers. “Fucker,” I groaned, seeing his bulge and knowing the minute we got in the door, he’d be all over me, so I tossed my t-shirt onto the backseat and gulped down the water. On the way home, he peppered me with questions about what I did and how I felt about it. It was almost as if he knew what Jack had proposed. When we got home, we rushed into the elevator and started making out all the way to our floor. The minute we heard the ding, we stopped, trying to look halfway decent, considering what we were wearing and his bulge. The door opened and we casually walked by the pizza delivery guy standing there gawking at us. I put the key in the door and started laughing. “What?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door. “Just picturing the look on his face when that smell hit him in the elevator.” “Goddamn, cuntboy,” he laughed, stripping down to his jockstrap. Coming up to me, he started licking the sweat from my face, moving down the side of my neck, across my pec to my crusty tit. “Fucking always love it when your Daddy works on ‘em,” he moaned and started chewing on it. “Fuck yeah. Harder,” I told him, shivering from the feeling of his stubble against my pec and started telling him how good the alligator clips felt as Jack used me. I could tell he was into it and smiled. Lifting my hands, I grabbed onto his pecs and started playing with his tits. “Yours could use some toughening up,” I growled, gripping them hard with my fingernails. “Shit, yeah,” he moaned, releasing my tit and falling back on his haunches. That was my cue. Smiling, I grabbed my shorts and pulled out a pair of snake bite cups Jack had given me before we left his house. “Get him ready,” Jack had chuckled, slipping them in my pocket. Licking the edges, I squeezed them, placed them on both of his tits, and released. “Fuck, yeah!” he moaned, feeling the constant pull on them. Sitting up to grab my shorts, he tugged at the waistband, his lips moving over my abs as he pulled them down. He wrapped his lips over my cock and started chewing on it through the mesh while fingering me. I could feel him sucking on it, trying to swallow the sweat soaking through the pouch. He grunted, pulling the waistband down to release my cock. Fuck, even after all the clouds Jack had fed me this weekend, I was getting hard. “No t-dicked cuntboy today,” he smiled, grabbing my hips and kissed my bulge. “Asshole!” I laughed, realizing he had spiked my water with Viagra. Ignoring me, he started working on my cock. He was good, Greg had made sure of that. His mouth was made for cock. Big juicy lips and long strong tongue. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I knew Jack would love it, too. I stood there, looking down at his head bobbing on my now hard cock, taking me deeper and deeper. “Shit,” I gasped, feeling his lips hit my smooth crotch, knowing I was getting close. I wanted to warn him, but it felt so good, and knew he loved it when I blew my load into his mouth. There was no stopping it now, and he felt it too. Grabbing onto my hips, he held me tight and pulled out, leaving just the head on his tongue. “Fuck!” I shouted, exploding into him as my body shook. When I was finally able to stand on my own, he stood and showed me the creamy mess I had made. “Jack’s missing out,” he grinned and swallowed. “More for me.” I laughed but knew what I had gotten into when I met Jack. At least Alex was in the picture again and I was in the mood for more cock. “Come on,” I growled, grabbing his hand. “Fuck me.” Plopping on the bed, we started kissing. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in forever and were making up for lost time, his fingers playing at my cunt the entire time. Noticing him reaching for the drawer, I hesitated, "I can't. I've got a meeting tomorrow and need to be on it." “I know,” he laughed, pulling out a chained pair of tit clamps. “You think you can handle more of this?” “Fuuuuck yeahhhh,” I moaned as he clamped them on and licked up the sweat on his way to down to my cunt. It was intense, feeling him pulling on the chain as his heavy scruff scraped against my shaved skin. He loved eating me out and it must have been about 30 minutes before he was ready for more. Moving over me, he tossed his jockstrap and held his cock to my mouth. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, as he slid his cock into my open lips. “Fucking missed you.” “Me, too,” he grunted. Grabbing onto the suction cups, I pulled them off and squeezed his swollen tits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, feeling the blood rushing back in. All the while, I could taste the last drops of piss as I slid my tongue over and around his foreskin. “Goddammit, make it disappear,” he barked, pushing himself into my mouth. I was loving it and slowly took him down my throat. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I started swallowing, my throat muscles pulsing around his shaft. “Shit! Fucking tight cuntmouth,” he groaned, ramming my throat. He had me where he wanted me. He was on top of me and I couldn’t move. But then, I didn’t want to. Without warning, he pulled out and slid down between my legs and shoved his cock all the way inside me. “Been thinking about this all weekend,” he growled, yanking on the chain to my tit clamps. “HOLY FUCK!” I yelled, tensing up around his shaft from the pain. That only made him do it again. I was gripping him tighter and tighter with every yank. My tits were on fire, and I was hard as a rock again. Fuck, it felt so good. I laid back, watching Alex moaning and groaning as he rammed in and out of me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. I shifted my hips slightly. “SHIT, YEAH!” I yelled, feeling him hit my spot dead center. We were now both getting close. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His face was red, and he was sweating like pig. Inhaling, I could smell his scent as the sounds of our slick bodies slapping against each other filled the room. “Together,” he grunted, pounding me over and over again. “Together,” I repeated, wanting the same thing. It didn’t take much more after that. I felt my cock start to jerk and wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me. “NOW!” I yelled, shooting another in between our abs. At the same time, Alex roared, “GODDAMN! FUCK!” and fell on top of me in one of his spasms. Even after all this time, I felt proud knowing that I was the only guy that did that to him. Rolling off me, “Fucker,” he sighed, scooping up my load and feeding it to me. “I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack one of these days, if we keep that up.” “How the fuck would I explain that to 911?” I laughed, “Uh, so my boyfriend just died as he was fucking me, and I can’t get out from under him.” "My ghost would stick around just to see the look on their faces," he joked. After the breeding, I was exhausted, and Alex picked up on it right away. He didn’t push and just made sure I was comfortable. In between him pampering me, I told him more about what happened on the island. That’s when I mentioned that Jack said it was time to meet. Talking about it with him made it all feel a little more real, like I could finally sort through it instead of just holding onto it in my head. Alex listened, taking it all in. Then, I leaned back with a grin, stating the obvious, "You know, he’s going to want us spun." “I take it, he’ll be supplying everything?” he grinned. “Since we’ve been back together, you’ve never taken any with you to his place.” “He always does,” I chuckled, still getting a kick out of him saying ‘together.’ “Daddy always provides for his boy.” “You mean boys?” he laughed. For a second, I didn’t what to say. His reply caught me off guard. It was the first time he had talked about being a boy to Jack. He just stood there, grinning and watching for my reaction. “Yeah?” I asked, trying to figure out if I was understanding what he just said. “Yup,” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. “Boys.” Any doubts I had were gone with that one word. I couldn’t have felt more sure or more excited. “That,” I grinned, kissing him, “Remains to be seen.” “Yup. We’ll see. You know how it gets me going, hearing about you two,” he smiled, handing me another glass of juice, “And it’s not like I’m new to this. So, when’s it’s happening?” “There’s the 3-day holiday coming up next month, that work for you?” I chuckled, seeing his pouch swelling again, “We’ve talked about going away that weekend, so it’s perfect timing. We’d meet up on Friday. That’ll give us until Sunday morning so we can recover. We can take the ferry back on Monday.” “Done,” he smiled. “Oh, and by the way,” I told him, slipping my hand into his pouch, “He told me to tell you something.” “Yeah? What’d he say?” “He said he expects everything from you that he expects from me,” I grinned, grabbing his sac and pulling out a hair. “Ouch,” he winced, crawling into bed with me. “You gonna help me with that? It’s been a while since I’ve done it.” “A while? You told me you stopped when you moved here,” I laughed, “When was that? Like 9 months ago?” “I have a short memory,” he teased, absent mindedly playing with his tits. “So, you gonna help make sure I don’t miss a spot?” “Yep, just like before,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and we started making plans.

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

He didn't understand the assignment. This black man had one job. Just one job. And he failed miserably.

Describe your most memorable orgies. I lived in Boston in the early naughts and would use the now-defunct CruisingForSex.com to find hookups and hotel orgies. I was horny constantly and the city was full of handsome college boys to hot daddies. One older guy would reserve two adjoined hotel rooms monthly at the downtown hotel and invite 20-30 guys. They were always fun—I received a great sexual education at those orgies because I saw and participated in so much—Dps, gangbangs, spit-roasts, topping, bottoming, fisting, toys, etc. These orgies always seemed to end with a few bottoms kneeling on the edge of the bed with their asses out and tops going from one to the next. Tell us about your memorable orgies.

I tend to get a lot of blowjobs. The last time I got head from a woman was decades ago. Yeah, it wasn't as great as the head I get from men. I think that most cocksuckers not only enjoy taking cocks in their mouth but they have developed a sense that they are there to give the best head that the man has ever received. I'm surprised that there are not lines outside of cocksuckers houses of men wanting to get decent head.

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

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.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** THE TEN – A Continuation (or Chapter XV, if you like) I never expected to fall in love with him…as I will explain, he wanted the relationship, but he didn’t want to be pozzed. It was 2 years after I moved from LA to Seattle, I had continued my pozzing adventures in the great Pacific Northwest. One of the main reasons for leaving LA was there almost seemed like there was nobody left to infect with HIV. Oh, new guys were always moving to LA, maybe to make it as an actor, maybe to escape from moralizing family members, or maybe just for the weather. But between widespread PrEP usage, the pool of available neg holes to knock up was becoming ever smaller. And when you factor in my poz buddies, Eric, Keith, Diego, Francisco and the other members of “The Ten” club, competition to claim a unmedicated neg chaser was fierce. Between us all in “The Ten,” we had successfully pozzed hundreds of guys, including dozens of flight attendants -- literally spreading our HIV strains around the world – but new conquests, as measured by the group text we would all send after another chaser got their upgrade, were happening fewer and fewer times. As for my own successful pozzings, the tattooed area across my abs now boasted an arc of 6 dark X’s, meaning I had 60 known pozzings under my belt – and probably dozens more unknown ones who were face down/ass up in a sex club, or just a neg pussy against the glory hole opening – “DON’T ASK, DON’T TELL!” Augmenting the row of XXXXXX spread across my midsection were 2 biohaz symbols, one above the row of Xs and one on my upper arm, a bright red teardrop of blood in the center of both biohaz symbols. And then there was the inked scorpion with the word “POZ” in the center of its body splayed across my chest that my friend and tattoo artist extraordinaire Eric emblazoned for me, and which got us so horned up, we recharged each other right on his tattoo chair. He even finished up the scorpion tat while his fat toxic AIDS-cock was still inside me after depositing a fresh load of virus into my poz cumhole. But eventually, there just wasn’t the available stock of neg chasers out there anymore, and the ones that once flew into LA for pozzing now could get it closer to their homes, as “The Ten” chapters sprung up, quite organically, in New York, Chicago, Toronto, Boston, Miami and Palm Springs. I had some of the ‘blame” for the Chicago branch being so prolific as my poz son Benny proceeded to infect his whole leather group, and they in turn distributed the gift across the Midwest. Suddenly, POZ was the thing to shoot for in certain gay/bi circles – a badge of sexual hedonistic honor. Eric told me he was training tattoo artists across the country in all kinds of biohazard and scorpion designs, and a big request was simply the words “POZ,” “TOXIC,” “INFECTED,” or “HIV” to get inked across chasers’ bodies when they got the inevitable upgrade to HIV status. So after my wildly successful, and I guess if you think about it – TOO successful pozzing career, I relocated with my job up to Seattle, a city I had visited a few times over the years but to my knowledge, was not home to anyone I had upgraded with my demon seed. My own seed remained unmedicated and my overall health remained good, despite the moderate viral HIV load. My last in-person visit with the idealistic Young Doctor in LA showed slow but steady progress of the virus and he told me I might be crossing over to official AIDS status within a year or so, and to think about medicating. Or maybe not, it was impossible to know for certain. What was for certain was I wouldn’t be inhibiting my strain with meds, at least not for a while yet… So, 2 years later I was still seeing via telehealth the Young Doctor, who himself had transitioned from a condom and meds advocate into a poz hungry cumwhore after a certain mass conversion party in Lake Tahoe. And my lab work that I had done every 3 months or so at his direction still made its way back to him to interpret, and even now, 2 years after he said I was fucking and breeding my way into AIDS-territory, I was still officially just “HIV Positive.” I was having too much fun breeding holes with my toxic seed, and when after 18 months in Seattle, I got my 6th X tattooed across my stomach, signifying 60 pozzings, I resolved not to slow down…not yet, anyway. Poz convert #60 happened much the same way a lot of them occur…Josh from Alaska read my profiles on BZ and Curious Chaser, slid into my DMs and a few weeks later, and following a quick brushing of his neg pussy, my lubed-up poz weapon was sliding into his untainted hole, forever changing his DNA, and changing him into a poz cumwhore. He told me that where he works on the pipeline, not a lot of guys are openly gay or bi, and even if they are, not a lot of them are on PrEP…plenty of opportunities for him to spread the seed to the Last Frontier among his burly oil worker buds. I welcomed Josh to my place with a hug…I could feel his body trembling in my embrace. He whispered softly to me “I need to do this…but I’m scared.” Reassuring him, I whispered back ‘We’ll go at your pace…but remember why you flew down here, remember why you need this,” followed by my grinding my jeans-covered poz weapon against him. We chatted for awhile…he’s “mostly gay,” but fucks women sometimes…there were a couple of pregnancy scares with them and he was greatly relieved when they turned up not pregnant. He’s an oil pipeline worker, which isn’t as burly or hard-working as it sounds – mostly sitting at a screen and watching product flow. But sometimes there’s a problem or something out in the field that requires manual intervention and Josh and a few buddies head out to repair the issue, usually staying at the field camps set up along the length of the line. He tells me once the issue is resolved, there’s not a lot to do in camp until the van arrives in a day or two to take them back. So, they naturally get up to what men get up to…he’s fucked all of his work buddies over the years and they’ve fucked and bred him, even the ones with wives and kids waiting at home. “We’re not allowed to drink on the job, so we find ways to entertain ourselves,” he shrugs, laughing and swigging his beer. It’s the first time he’s relaxed enough this evening to laugh. He continues, “I found myself fantasizing about getting poz, I resisted for a long time, but once it has you, it can’t be denied.” I nod in knowing agreement. Once he’s relaxed and laughing a bit, I lead him upstairs and offer my standard disclaimer that he can turn around right now and go. They never do…Getting him on the bed, and before he can change his mind, I begin my process with the brand new toothbrush I have waiting for him. Next comes my hard pre-cumming pierced poz missile. This isn’t a time to be gentle with it and I drill it deep into his guts, not stopping as he yelps and twists, until it’s balls-deep inside him, my free-flowing viral precum already leading the way. I remind him this is why he is here. “Feel that poz cock deep in you, man? It’s pozzing you up already!” I fuck him deeply and very roughly for about 15 minutes with my poz pole, withdrawing a couple of times to look at the small drops of bright red blood on my cock, I plunge it back into him and unload nine or ten shots of pure HIV-seed into the guy’s hole. I know I’ve just brought him into the Brotherhood, but of course, I follow standard pozzing protocol, plugging his mancunt and raising his hips on a pillow to let gravity assist. I fucked him again a further two times that night, always shooting copious loads of unmedicated toxic cum into the guy – as usual with The Ten members, once you become a mass poz breeder you shoot bigger HIV-loads, and the more your cock rebounds super quickly, ready for another unmedicated, toxic insemination! On the 3rd rough fuck of that evening, we even managed to break the bed, a couple of slats underneath the mattress splintering, with a loud cracking sound! In the morning, while he was still half-asleep, I turned him over and thrust my cock up his sore hole again, sealing the deal with another huge HIV-load in the guy’s guts. Josh flew back to Anchorage that morning, his hole wet from my seed, my strain already at work on his system. He pledged to send me a pic of the home test in a few weeks’ time, and I know from past experience what the result will be: 2 bright red lines meaning sweet HIV. When 3 weeks later the beautiful picture came from him, I quickly snapped a pic of his positive test next to my hard cock and posted it on my media. My 60th pozzing filled me with such pride at the accomplishment! As for the bed -- Josh, not to mention the steady stream of Northwest chasers had been in and out of it and the old bed had served me good, but it was time to upgrade my pozzing bed with something new. And that’s what found me later that day in this high-end, custom-made furniture store a short walk from the main tourist area of Pike St. I had walked past the store windows several times, looking at the sofa and chairs and another featuring a beautiful Shaker-style bed. From the window, there was just enough of a view into the back area where craftsmen would work on their furniture designs. That’s where I saw him, through the window, as people milled back and forth in front of the doorway, I craned my neck to see him better, leaning over one of his custom creations, his jeans shaping his ass beautifully. I didn’t believe in fate or whatever you want to call it, but seeing him there, even just viewing him from outside looking in, I had the same electric feeling in my loins that I get whenever I know I’ve just pozzed a guy, that indescribable rush of energy as my viral cum shoots from my rigid cock deep into a man’s hole, transmogrifying him and his existence forever. I entered the store, and lingered around the bed that I wanted, telling the saleswoman who first approached that I was just looking. She turned and walked away and I went back to looking at the hot young assistant on the phone. Finally, he finished the call and turned in my direction. With the saleswoman now helping someone else, I waved at the cute guy and he left the central desk and made his way over to me. He was a bit taller and leaner than me, probably around 6’2,” with medium-brown hair a bit of which fell in front of his eyes as he walked, brushing it back behind his ears which he probably has to do 100 times a day. “Hi, sir, I’m Tom…what can I show you today?” he introduced himself, outstretching his hand to mine. As I shook his hand, a jolt of electricity ran through my body – even more than the jolt I felt the previous evening impregnating Josh with my HIV. And just like that, Tom the furniture guy “had” me. “I think I’m gonna buy this bed,” I told him, pointing at the sturdy frame “as long as it is strong and put together well. I don’t need a flimsy one.” I smiled devilishly at him, waiting for him to take the bait. But he just said “It’s made by a local craftsman, and very well built. I can show you his catalogue and you can see his process if you like. I help him out in his studio from time to time.” He didn’t return my smile, just a friendly yet businesslike approach. Still, he “had” me, and a few minutes later, I was out the door, having bought a new bed and table set. “Will you be the one to deliver it?” I asked him, hoping he would take the hint, but again he stayed professional and we arranged for their delivery team to bring the new purchases in 3 weeks’ time. 3 weeks – just enough time for the fuck flu to hit a chaser after I’ve brought them into the poz brotherhood! When finally after three weeks, the call came that it was to be delivered, Tom’s voice was on the other end of the phone “Hello, Sir, we’ve got your bed ready to be delivered, but I thought you’d also be interested in some other pieces our craftsman had made, if you’d like to meet me after work at his woodshop, I can walk you through it all.” Needing no further invitation to see this hot guy, I quickly hopped on the light rail and made my way over to the address of the studio, which was in a run-down part of the city south of Downtown. I knocked on the heavy steel door and Tom opened up and appeared there, his messy brown hair half in his face, his arms straining against the tight T-shirt and his jeans cupping his ass. “Hey, Sir,” glad you could make it, welcome to my studio,” he said. “Your studio? You’re the craftsman who makes this beautiful furniture?” “Yeah,” he said brushing his hair back, and shaking sawdust from his hand, “at the store, I am just a sales rep, but here,” he remarked, turning around to the expanse of wood furniture, “this is my baby.” He leaned in a bit to me, “and I thought you might like a private tour,” brushing his hand against my arm, leaning further in for a kiss. “Unless I got the wrong idea…” “Oh hell no, man, you got the right idea – I’ve been thinking of you ever since I came into the store,” I replied. With that he reached for my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons down the front. Then, as he fully opened my shirt, he eyed the scorpion tat, the biohaz symbol with the blood-red teardrop, and the line of 6 X’s across my furry midsection. He stopped – a brief look of concern across his face. Looking at my tats marking me as a POZ predator, his demeanor changed instantly, from excitement to alarm. He stepped back. “OK, sir, we’ll have your furniture delivered by 10am tomorrow morning, thanks for visiting.” And he walked away and sat at his desk and busied himself with some paperwork. I took the hint…it’s a lot for someone to grasp. Before I pozzed up, I felt much the same way…even though it excited me, the fear outweighed the fantasy. I thanked him, and made my way home. As I came through the door, my phone chimed. It was him. “Sorry to cut you off there…maybe we should talk about it?” TO BE CONTINUED

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

In the UK we don’t have the fraternity system, with perhaps the closest equivalent being the ‘colleges’ at some older universities, but even this is really very different. No, on this side of the Pond we will usually have our first year at uni in individual rooms within a hall of residence or some other university-run student accommodation, and then head off with a group of people into the local rental market for flats and houses for the subsequent academic years. Sometimes houses are rented just for a year at a time, sometimes a group may do a deal with a landlord to stay for the whole of the two to three years required to finish their degrees with little or no rent paid over the summer break. However, the house I rented with nine other friends for two full years had a definite ‘frat house’ quality about it. Such a large group together is very rare, not least because houses of that size don’t tend to be marketed to students, but we had landed this one thanks to its owner having died (an old lady who lived by herself, if you can believe it for such a large place), and the executor of the estate having given up trying to sell it in a weak market and instead opting to try for a guaranteed income off the local student population. The penalties for damage were pretty severe, but the discounts for doing it up were also very attractive. We got them to put in a new kitchen and do up the main bathroom before we arrived, but we had then put some care into gradually re-painting the house, kitting it out from IKEA (recharging reasonable elements of that to the estate), and we also tackled the jungle-like garden. Such a large group was possible as we had all been together on campus in a mini-block at Hatton Hall, and had really bonded. Yes, there were a few others in that block who hadn’t really integrated with the rest of us, but to end up with there being ten guys who were randomly placed together by a computer who all got along like we did was quite amazing. All of us were athletic (albeit doing different sports), we all liked to have fun, and if we were Stateside we would have been thought of as quintessential ‘jocks’. On the surface at least. You see, we also shared something else in common, namely a bit of ‘flexibility’ when it came to sex. This was discovered guy by guy over the course of the first term, until there was basically bed-hopping happening throughout the block every night. What everyone got up to varied as far as I could tell, but the ten of us all played with everyone else at some point and occasionally things happened in larger groups. Plenty of the guys also went off and found fun with girls too, whilst Josh was out and proud from the outset so he was having plenty of encounters with guys elsewhere too. The summer before we moved into the house is when I decided that I was basically gay as well. As much as I did feel something for a woman’s form, after the year I’d had in Hatton Hall I knew my future was going to be all about guys. You see, I had discovered that I was an absolute power-bottom. I knew some of the other guys took it up the arse as well, but without fail every bit of fun I had with my blockmates involved me getting fucked and bred. I was so insatiable that I let it be known I was available whenever and wherever needed, so in truth I probably got the most action out of all of us given how many times in the average day one of them would stop by for a quick fuck. I loved longer sessions or even when I slept the whole night wrapped up in bed with any one of them, but dropping my shorts and bending over the sink when one of them was horny was awesome too. Contrary to what porn may suggest, I was the tallest and most well-built of all of us. So, anyway, that brings me back to the house we moved into at the start of our second year. We had all come back a couple of weeks early from our family homes around the country to work on the place before we had lectures or coursework to worry about, and it was no problem that some bedrooms became uninhabitable for short periods as we were all so happy sleeping with each other. I kept up my ‘duties’ throughout, being available whenever any of them fancied a fuck, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon to be finding the others fucking or blowing each other too. Even Marcus, who I think had been strictly a top during our first year, was now readily getting on all fours after what he called ‘an eventful summer in France’. Fortunately, with us all being 19 or 20, there was no shortage of cum to go around. We did continue to work on the house once term started, but had managed to get most of it done before then so tended to only do things when we could be bothered. This may surprise you for a house full of jocks, but we were all pretty committed to our studies and therefore made sure we worked hard. With sports teams and of course sex of various kinds taking up time, we only occasionally (and often individually) went back to the master to-do list on the fridge to see if we could tick off a job or two. The two smaller bathrooms and the extra downstairs toilet were laughably retro and remained that way all year, and we were still using quite a bit of the old lady’s furniture around the place, but it was absolutely fine. We also looked after it all well, with no-one getting up to ridiculous antics, and me, Josh, Bailey and Sean always going outside in the garden to smoke even if the weather was shite. So yes, the sex. Well, let’s just say we started getting a bit bolder. This was our own place, no others to worry about, and we were all just very relaxed with ourselves and each other. A couple of the guys still thought of themselves as straight, most as bi, a couple were unsure, Josh had been out from the start, and no-one batted an eyelid when I told them of my own epiphany (perhaps it was obvious to them given I was essentially the resident cumdump). With none of that hanging over us, we started to talk about or just introduce our own interests, kinks or whatever. For instance, where Tom would only occasionally order someone on to their back so he could ride their cock, once you put a collar on him and chained him to something, he started to give me a run for my money in the cumdump department. Hugh revealed some pent-up desires from his many years in rugby changing rooms, which we eventually acted out by all wearing some old rugby kits he had sourced, gathering in the large main bathroom, and making him the focus of a bukkake session (which he enjoyed so much it became a monthly theme night, albeit with things evolving such that he and I would then take the other guys’ second loads from behind). Sam was not a smoker, but if you saw him with a packet of cigarettes then you knew it was a call to action as he would soon be in the shed at the end of the garden with his head hanging out of the window, his arse available for whatever anyone wanted to do to it m, all while he chain-smoked and - randomly - listened to music on a set of big headphones. I honestly don’t think I could accommodate the size of dildo that Sam has taken in that shed, and yet the rest of the time he rarely gets fucked. Bizarre. These are just some of the kinks we had fun with, amongst many others. Beyond that there were toga parties, strip poker, garden wrestling and many other activities that were a lot of fun and always ended up in an orgy. My kink, however, began to manifest after finding a couple of websites by accident on which I found either porn or stories that initially horrified me but, owing to the fact they also fascinated me, in time I realised tapped into something deeper. I did love going to sleep with one of the guys, whether I was the big or little spoon, but I fundamentally got off on just being used by all of them. Now, I had started to realise, my need for this was growing and I was actually starting to want to expand my horizons a bit. Yes, having nine hunks right on hand who are happy to breed you regularly is amazing, but I wanted to be truly used. Anonymously. Regularly. Dangerously. So, unlike everyone else, I started to look elsewhere to explore my kink rather than it being something the guys helped with. I started hooking up with men off apps, always seeking older guys who wanted to bareback and breed me. That just seemed to be part of what I was seeking, and I literally never did anything with younger guys or sex involving condoms. Even that wasn’t enough, so on a weekend when quite a few of the guys were either at away matches for their teams or had gone home to visit family, I headed into the National Trust estate near the campus via a couple of loose fence panels I had read about so that I could bend over by a certain tree and take whatever came my way. I also started visiting a disused toilet block next to the railway sidings that turned out to be a great place to get fucked through a gloryhole. In short, I had become an absolute cumslut. But it was via an app that my itch really got scratched. A guy in his 60s messaged me saying that he and his husband would like me to spend the night with them, and it seemed from my profile like I might enjoy that. His profile had some fields left empty, but it was in the photo album he unlocked for me that there were a couple of images that got my blood racing. Both were from the man’s POV while he was fucking his man, and clearly visible on his torso as well as his husband’s lower back were biohazard symbol tattoos. I wrote back and asked if they were poz, and he replied to say they were and they think that I want to be too. This freaked me out, despite the risks I had been taking lately despite not having got round to getting on PrEP, and I quickly closed the app. But I could not get the man’s words or images out of my mind, with the fascination eating away at me for three days. It was after I was left feeling strangely unsatisfied despite Liam, Bailey and Marcus having bred me in quick succession that I booted up the app again and wrote back a short and simple “yes please”. It took a couple of weeks before we managed to find a mutually convenient evening for us to meet up. During that time I flip-flopped repeatedly on whether I wanted to go through with this, but every time I nearly cancelled or thought about getting on PrEP, something stopped me. Despite the logical part of my brain telling me this was crazy, that it would probably mess up a great thing I had going in the house, that it would forever limit my options for a relationship and so on, I could not keep down the other part of me that just wanted to have this sordid experience. I did not know at the time what bugchasing was, nor had it been any part of my life prior to the guy messaging me, but I could not shake the newfound need to go through with it. It was a Friday night that, after a final fretful hour of soul-searching and drinking vodka to calm myself, I cycled over to the address the guy had given me. When he answered the door I was a little taken aback at how much thinner he looked than in his pictures, but he greeted me with a warm smile before coming out to open the gate to their side alley so I could securely store my bike. I then went inside, finding the house to be nicely decorated and very cosy. His husband was in the kitchen and came out to meet me, and while he was maybe a little beefier than the guy I had been messaging, his skin and muscles still looked a bit off. I realised then that this was the effect of them being poz, and my stomach gave an involuntary shudder. Still, I held my nerve and did not bolt for the door, instead joining them on their back patio for a couple of cigarettes and a few shots of whisky. The guy I had been messaging was called Harry, and his husband was Sid. They talked to me about uni life, sports, and marvelled when I described the goings-on at the house. Indeed, this got them so turned on that they started to become quite tactile, touching my arms and shoulders a bit before getting bolder and starting to feel my biceps, pecs and buttocks. When we were all getting more than a little horned up, we headed upstairs to their bedroom and got down to business. I stripped down to just my jockstrap, and then lay down on the bed on my front. Over the next maybe half an hour, either in that position, on all fours, or on my knees with my head on the bed, I let them prepare me for what was to follow. They fingered and rimmed me, and then towards the end pushed a toothbrush into me which I realised was probably to make me more susceptible to their HIV. Some part of my mind was screaming at me, but I was otherwise overtaken by the moment and just allowed it all to happen. Then, without much fanfare, Harry climbed up onto the bed, positioned himself on my back, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock into me. He let me adjust for a moment, and then began to rock his hips so that he was sliding in and out of my hole. Sid sat down on the bed next to me and gently began stroking my head as his husband fucked me, which did actually help me to relax and almost forget what was happening as I enjoyed the feelings radiating out from my hole. It was only stunted breathing and a final lunge into me that indicated Harry was cumming inside me. After he had calmed down and dismounted, Sid went round to the other end of the bed and encouraged me up onto all fours. He fingered me a little, before pushing his own cock into me. Harry watched this happen, before he came round and climbed up onto the bed so he was sitting in front of me. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to push his softening cock inside, the familiar taste of cum being mixed with something metallic. Somehow that didn’t send me into a panic, and I instead just closed my eyes and focused on swirling Harry’s cock around in my mouth as Sid’s fucking of my arse got progressively faster. He growled as he slammed into me one final time, and unlike with Harry, I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole as he pumped me full of poz cum. This pushed me over the edge, and I came in my jockstrap without ever having touched my own cock. After some time coming down from the heat of the moment, the two men disengaged from me and got off the bed. Harry told me to stay put for a moment, before fishing a buttplug out of a bedside drawer which he lubed and then pushed into me. They then got their dressing gowns off the back of the door, Sid fished a spare one stolen from a hotel out of the wardrobe for me, and we all went back downstairs. They mixed some cocktails, and then we went back outside to smoke. They wanted only to talk more about the antics that my housemates and I got up to, so over a couple of drinks and cigarettes I regaled them of the various orgies, gangbangs and other activities we had engaged in at the hall of residence and subsequently the house. This, I realised, was entirely about getting them both hard again, but it was also getting me horny so that I was more than ready when Sid suggested we go back upstairs. This time, however, Harry opened the door next to their bedroom, and I went in to see that it was not a guest bedroom but actually a sex playroom. Even in the relatively small space available they had installed a sling on a frame, a padded leather bench of some description, a cushioned plastic floor mat, and a huge frame that looked like the St Andrew’s flag on its side. It was this that they steered me over to, and I obediently raised my arms and spread my legs to allow them to secure me in place using padded leather cuffs on chains at each corner. Harry pulled the chains tight and secured them behind the frame, and then with barely a hesitation, Sid took up position behind me. He pulled out the buttplug, and then pushed his cock into me in one quick go. “You like that boy?” he growled. “Yes” I panted. “You like having my poz cock in you again?” he continued. “Yes” I shouted, my heart racing. “I’m going to fuck you and breed another poz load into you” he said. “You want that?” “Yes” I growled. “You want both of us pumping you full of our toxic DNA so it will become part of you!” he roared. “Oh fuck” I panted, while bending my legs as much as I could to get my arse closer to him and his cock. The gentle nature of the two initial breedings was gone, and for the duration of this fuck Sid pounded me roughly while spewing a litany of poz talk. I could only moan, whimper and repeatedly tell him how much I wanted it. When he finally slammed in and pumped his load into me, I was almost delirious. Harry soon took his place, and I was once again being fucked hard by a toxic cock and loving every minute of it. Finally I was being used in a way that scratched that deepest of itches in me, and any thoughts about the ramifications were silenced. I was yelling for Harry to breed and poz me by the time he eventually did. They left me standing there while they got their breaths back, and then they worked together to unhook the chains from the cross before leading me over to the padded bench. I got down on it on all fours, and then they secured the same chains to hooks on its frame. Harry then went to open the curtains and window, while Sid fetched a large metal bowl from somewhere and placed it in on the floor below my face. He opened a bottle and poured a little water into the bowl, before putting a straw in the bottle and holding it to my lips so I could take a few sips. I wasn’t sure what the bowl was for until a cigarette was popped between my lips and lit, realising it was to allow me to smoke despite being immobilised on the bench. I heard them also lighting up, before they then set to work at my cum-soaked rear end. What I guessed must be a toothbrush was pushed into me again, and for quite a while I just huffed on the cigarette as they brushed my insides, stroked my buttocks and occasionally rubbed my lower back. Eventually the cigarette was nearly done and I allowed it to drop into the water in the bowl, getting strangely fixated on watching it go out and then bob around while my insides were being roughed up. I knew this was about allowing their toxic cum to soak into my bloodstream more easily, and I was fully on board with it. “I hope you’re comfy, boy” Harry said from next to me. “Yes” I replied. “Good, because you’re going to be on this bench until dawn” he said, causing Sid to chuckle. “You tell us when you need a cigarette or some water, but you’re staying put until we’re done with you.” “Yes sir” I replied, somehow sensing this was expected of me. I suppose I should have been concerned or even panicked over the situation. My phone and wallet were both in my shorts next door, and being locked in place like this it would be easy for them to point my phone at my face to unlock it and then gain access to anything and everything they wanted. I think at some level I sensed that this was not something these two would do, but really I was just revelling in how I was being used as a hunky piece of meat to fuck, breed and poz however they saw fit. And fuck, breed and poz me they did. For the next few hours they took it in turns to be inside me, on occasions both leaving for a while to rest, drink or whatever, always with a buttplug left shoved in me. Their only interest at my front end was giving me the occasional cigarette or sip of water, and they were otherwise focused solely on rimming, fingering, fucking, breeding, brushing and plugging my arse (always in that order). On one occasion they were gone for longer, and I too fell asleep with my chin resting on the end of the padded bench, with my sleep being broken by the buttplug starting to be pulled out of me again. Even when I woke up I was still happy to be there and doing what we were doing, which I reflected later on was a sure sign it was indeed what I wanted. It was well after dawn when they finally unhooked the chains from the bench, and I stiffly and wearily got to my feet. As they seemed to now be completely done in I figured it was OK to also unbuckle and remove the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles, before I did some stretches and shakes to wake up my limbs again. During one of these the buttplug was suddenly propelled out of me onto the mat, and I looked down in awe at the copious drops of cum that marked its landing spot, while feeling even more oozing out of me and down my legs. Knowing that this cum had been full of toxic swimmers when it was pumped into me caused me to spring a hard-on despite the number of times I had ejaculated hands-free over the course of the night. However, the two guys made it clear they were all fucked-out, so I would have to take care of my dick myself! Sid pointed me towards the guest bathroom to get cleaned up, and when I emerged from a glorious shower I found a pair of nice fluffy towels sitting on one side of the sink and my own clothes all neatly folded up on the other. I dried off and got dressed, before heading downstairs to find the two of them cooking pancakes and bacon, with bananas, blueberries and other bits already out on the table. I gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from the fancy machine, and then sat at the table and looked out at the sun on the small garden. “You know” said Harry, as they put the plates of food out and sat down, “you do not look at all like the normal chasers we encounter.” “Chasers?” I asked. “Guys looking to get infected” said Sid. “We get a lot of them through these doors, and they never look like you” said Harry. “Oh” I said, looking down at my plate. “I guess… I guess I didn’t know this was something I wanted or had even thought about until you contacted me.” “That was only two weeks ago” said Harry, sounding surprised. “Are you sure this is what you want?” asked Sid, reaching out and clasping the back on my hand on the table. “Yes” I said, looking up and directly at him. “I knew something was missing, and this feels like what it is.” “Well, OK then” said Sid, giving me a warm smile. “In that case we’ll probably need to book you in for a repeat visit.” “You will?” I asked. “It can take a few goes” said Harry, “particularly with a handsome hunk as young and virile as you.” I could not help but blush and smile at that compliment, somehow mentally skipping over the dark context. Yeah, when I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, and I knew the idea of fucking me appealed to almost every top out there even if they normally preferred twinks or bears (my track record on the apps being proof of that). But it was still always a nice surprise when a guy actually told me they found me hot, as so few ever commented on it and instead just wanted to get me bent over. “But you know” said Harry, “it doesn’t have to be here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, before hungrily taking a first mouthful of breakfast. “Well, it seems like you maybe enjoy it all a bit sordid, right?” he said, to which I just nodded. “In that case you might enjoy it if we took you somewhere else next time.” “Maybe let a few other guys enjoy you too” said Sid. “We have some friends who have probably never been with someone like you.” “Where would you take me?” I asked, after swallowing the food. “Well” said Harry, “there’s a sauna we like to go to where I imagine you could spend several hours without your arse being empty, there’s a couple of other places where men like to meet where we could whore you out for a few hours to whoever was there, and of course our friend Omar hosts parties sometimes where you would be very popular as the only neg guy in attendance.” “Fuck” I said quietly, causing both of them to chuckle. “I think that’s a yes” laughed Sid. Over the rest of breakfast and a short cigarette break afterwards we made some plans for future dates, and they also made me promise to message them if I started feeling unwell. Then, with time ticking on and a need for me to get back to start on an essay paper, I thanked each of them with an uncharacteristic kiss before I retrieved my bike and set off home. On the ride back I was most surprised by how untroubled I was by what I had done, perhaps expecting that the morning-after regret would set in, and then on the last bit of the journey I switched to concocting a convincing version of the truth involving a middle-aged gym bunny couple, just in case any of the guys asked about my night. However, it was never actually brought up, and there was only a passing comment from Jack about the state of my hole as he slid his cock into it that evening. Pretty soon things were back to normal for me, but deep down I knew that an internal clock could have been set ticking, and failing that I had only to wait another couple of weeks before I got another opportunity at whichever venue Harry and Sid chose. I could not wait. To be continued… —— NOTE: There can be mixed feedback to use of images within stories. However, I am one of those people who thinks very visually, and sometimes creating versions of the characters can inspire and help me to craft the stories I write. In this case I ended up with a few versions of a scene, showing Aaron (our narrator), Harry and Sid smiling together in the garden while in their dressing gowns after the first gentle breeding. Rather than ruin this story for those who prefer to use their own imagination, I will instead post a link to the gallery created specifically for this topic. I may end up adding to it depending on where the story goes, or I may not. I am also not saying which version is the one that has stuck with me as being who I think the three characters are, so that anyone who wants to take a look can make their own unbiased choice. If you like this sort of thing then enjoy, and if you don’t then please just leave it be. Gallery: AI Images for The House

I can't speak to the black top / white bottom dynamic. I'm white, but never a bottom. I can still say that one of my biggest influences sexually and probably one of my all-time favourite fuck buddies was a 20-year-older black man I met when I was around 19 or so. Naturally talented at sex and just all-around fun to fuck with. He always challenged me to explore, but at the same time made hardcore barebacking feel light-hearted and playful.

Trying Hard - Aspiring Cumdump Did two ass up sessions at a favorite bathhouse Friday and Saturday. Friday: Fucked by at least a dozen guys, 5 loads in my hole and 2 swallowed Saturday: Lost count after 15 guys, 4 in my ass and swallowed 2. Highlights: Very much embraced the No Load Refused Cumdump method. Let guys of every age, size and race fuck me on sawhorse benches, slings and tables in the public play areas. Got four anal loads Friday in quick succession on a fuck bench. Then another guy fucked my sloppy hole and made me suck his slimy cock before giving me a facial. Spent time pleasing a verbal Dom man. He liked making me gag on this fat, 8 inch cock. Also exploited my nipples to make me so sensitive that I was squirming and moaning anytime they were touched. He ended by feeding me a huge load. Hooded myself in a public sling and waited. Not sure how many different guys fucked me but got two loads. One, a verbal top, had one of those cocks that even though I was well used, it still found a way to gape me even more. He fucked me for at least 15 minutes and made me cum hands free. When he unloaded, it was with a purpose!

@TaKinGDeePanal, I like the thought and layout in your hypothesis. Much like @nanana's comment, you're showing a theorization that leads to a good potential explanation of events and I also wish more people would cite sources as you have. While I'm not 100% there yet, I haven't completely dismissed it as conspiracist either. It's good stuff. Now on the other side of that, @meetme's post sounds like a modern interpretation of "The Fox & The Grapes": e.g. Trump won, so regardless of reason, it must be fraud. It dismisses offhand the reality that the media gaslit the public, omitted details and news coverage that didn't place it's candidate (Biden) in a favorable light, and created narrative designed to sound like "Biden good, orange man bad". It's an oversimplification dismissive that anyone would feel that the country was not heading in the right direction, and that view was validated by numerous pre-election polls that should have been a harbinger to the Democrats. And that seems to be a theme. The left's view is "how dare they vote for the Republican", embodied in comments like "basket of deplorables" (Hillary Clinton) and others. The concept that there be a dissenting view is inconceivable to them, as if no one should be thinking of a view that they didn't espouse. And there's a crap ton of those that did not land with a large swath of the electorate. We could opine on this, but aren't the following explanations possible given the outcome: Biden's/Harris' message didn't resonate with the base or represent the direction they wanted to see, so they just stayed on the sidelines. They felt disenfranchised by the lack of a primary and the lack of a convention floor vote because of anointing Harris as the handpicked nominee. They didn't like the direction of the agenda and it leaned too far from the center to be supportable. They felt misled by the media, and after the debate performance, that feeling was reinforced. They weren't better off than they were 4 years ago. Where voters wanted to come back to the center, the party was leaning further left. Immigration was a HUGE issue and the Biden Administration was proven to be ineffective on that. If even one of those isn't a possibility, explain why?

What strikes me is that both Phil and Angelo are new to you. Getting too far into projecting a future with someone we just met is, just too soon. Enjoy each date as it comes.

I also check to see who is coming in at the same time. Then it gives you a time line on when they are probably wanting to dump their loads. Most guys hold off until the end to cum. Those are the guys I want to play with.

I think there is a fundamental misunderstanding here. This is about 2 things above all: a.) Dress codes and b.) Germans taking things seriously. 1.) There are dress codes in the US, too ("no shirt, no shoes, no service"), but Americans are sometimes laxer about enforcing them with the customer being king and all. Germans are much more serious about things. A rule is a rule and it's there for a reason. Either follow it or you're out, there is on point in arguing. 2.) Of course big cities like Cologne, but especially Berlin take this to an extreme. In some backwater town, you may not even have a gay club, only a queer club for lesbians and gay alike, or just a weekly LGBTQ night at a local college bar. Those places are welcoming to everyone. Berlin is different with its huge, but also fragmented scene. Many clubs cater exclusively to specific crowds and fetishes. These clubs don't care about a general appeal to the wider public, but they pride themselves on being "the place to be" when it comes to e.g. getting pissed while wearing farmhand attire. 3.) It's also about the crowd feeling comfortable. You don't want looky-loos wandering around the establishment staring at you while they're not really taking part in the debauchery. Or a guy in flip-flops having a go at you when you came to the club to meet leather daddies. 4.) It's usually not about how well you can pull off a look, but rather how authentic you are and how much you respect the theme of the party. Skin color is not the issue. It's not about fitting a stereotypical picture, but understanding the fetish and making an effort with your wardrome selection. Sure, if the motto of the evening is "barely legal pretty faces", you have a hard time getting in as a daddy type. But I have seen incredibly attractive guys turned away from clubs because they didn't want to follow the rules and the red carpet being rolled out for barely average guys, because they nailed what the party is about. 5.) Best is ALWAYS to ask a local friend (who has been to the party before) about possible pitfalls. It's usually tourists (be it a Americans, but also Germans from a different state) run afoul of local dress codes, because they usually don't have the time to get informed in advance and aren't introduced to the fetish scene gradually by friends and aquaintances. But if you know someone in the area, take advantage of it.

many sleazy bookstores. nastiest was prolly this one i was at in albequerqe nm. I was gettin pounded like crazy while on all fours in the theater by like 4 or 5 cocks

I had a fuck session where the bottom went overboard on showing me evidence of his recent test results. It really didn’t matter to me cause I was fuckjng him regardless. As a top I had no worries of catching anything . I ended up fucking him so good and cumming twice in short succession and flooding his ass. As usual, I’d just piss, wash my cock and pop two doxy and not have an issue.

Nope. Call it whatever you want. As long as you're filling me up and shooting deep inside, I don't give a fuck. Cunt. Pussy. Hole. Whatever. Though, I do find Bussy annoying.

So, I'm currently in a similar situation, but I'm the one outside the relationship. The guy I'm fucking is in a relationship, but sex has ended. It's been years for him. He and I are good friends, and we discovered that we're both compatible in bed. Because his partner isn't interested in sex, he's come to me. I'm helping fulfill that need all men have. We need to fuck! However, we are not in love. While I understand the separation of sex and love, love and trust are intertwined. If he's trusting you to not fuck around with other men, then your choice does impact that love. I think you need to tell him that you need sex, and if it's not from him you'll find someone else. Specify that it isn't love. You just need fucked. He can either assist or stay out of it. It is complex. That's why I'm acting just as a fuck buddy.

Well, sometimes there is a virtual line outside my door… Love scheduling one online hookup after another to get their cock sucked…

It’s been a while since I have gone but my usual routine is to walk around and look for guys that I have played with in the past and let them fuck me if they want. Then I look for the oldest nastiest man in there and work to earn his load.

My previous post was typed on my phone, so was only able to make basic points. This is a little more detailed, and I request that you read both it and the links in full before replying. 1 Historical Background: Hamas is mainly equipped and supported by Iran, and Iran and Russia/the USSR have been allies since 1531 (apart from between 1982 and 1987, when it backed Iraq in the Gulf War - which we know more as the Iran-Iraq War). Why else (apart from inconveniencing Churchill and Roosevelt) would Stalin have chosen Tehran as one of the places for a Big 3 meeting in 1943 if not to boast of the Russian presence in Iran - a country that was once described as a "Jewel of the Middle East"? [think before following links] [think before following links] https://przystanekhistoria.pl/pa2/tematy/english-content/92855,Stalins-victory-in-Tehran-Polands-fate-on-the-conscience-of-Roosevelt-and-Church.html. Russia has also been officially antisemitic since 1881. 2 Principle of a Second Front: The principle of opening a Second Front is to divert resources (namely money and ammunition) away from a Primary Front, which is, for example, why the Western Allies invaded Italy in 1943: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_campaign_(World_War_II). By supplying resources to an October 7 attack for a relatively small outlay, i.e., automatic weapons plus ammunition), Russia made sure that resources were drained away from Ukraine's efforts to defend itself. There was a further (unforeseen) recent byproduct of diverting resources, being the fall of the Assad regime: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.gzeromedia.com/gzero-world-clips/russia-and-iran-just-lost-their-crown-jewel-in-the-middle-east-kim-ghattas . Note that Russia has had better results since October 7, which is a result of fighting an enemy with comparatively less resources than it had before that date. 3 Lack of Intelligence pre October 7: Why were Israeli security and intelligence services unprepared for what happened? Usually there would be some sort of radio or internet chatter that would have been picked up on for a relatively large-scale operation - but there was nothing (at least nothing that we have been informed of in the West), which means that their communications were via a third party, as both Iran and Hamas are both under heavy surveillance. The fact that they didn't pick up anything means that Russia was involved, and as Hamas' top leadership have been wiped out, any information that they had has now been lost as it sure as heck would never have been written down: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-67103298 4 Did Trump play a role in events? It is worth noting that Trump may have also played a role in events. There was a top-level meeting in 2017 in Helsinki between him and Sergei Lavrov, the Russian Foreign Minister, in which details of Israel's Iron Dome system were handed over. Given that Russia (and Putin in particular) is an expert in what we call "the long game", it is more than just conceivable that this information was used to subvert what the Israelis thought was ironclad: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.milwaukeeindependent.com/thom-hartmann/ability-hamas-evade-israels-iron-dome-defenses-points-possible-intel-leak-trump-russia/ 5 Significance of October 7 as a date: Why October 7, 2023, as the particular date of the attack? Plenty of soft targets (a large music festival), plus knowledge that anything in the Middle East always takes time to fix, which means it then became a guaranteed election issue. With a then-large(ish) Palestinian supporter base, the Democrats lose votes in particular swing states such as Michigan, and with the 10 figures from AIPAC going into Biden's pocket, it was always obvious that the USA was going to be all-in with the Israelis, rather than use bodies like the ICC to achieve a diplomatic solution. Humanitarian disasters such as Gaza don't just spring up out of fresh air. There is always a start point. Ukraine beget Gaza.

I've never had (to my knowledge) someone who could make the comparison. Still, there's no substitute for a blowjob from someone who wants it, loves it and needs it. Most women treat it as a job or as an obligation. It's just not possible to be good with that mindset. It's a destination for me and I'm amazing with a cock in my mouth.

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 ".

One of the men picked up an ashtray, and then went and lay down on his back on a mat on the floor. He plonked the ashtray on his chest, then held up his erect cock to make it obvious what was expected. Sam got off the sofa, hastily pulled the plug out of his hole, and then dutifully went over to the mat. He carefully knelt down to straddle the man, then reached behind to push the cock into his gaping hole. As he lit up a cigarette, another of the men got in position on his knees behind Sam, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock in alongside the first one. Sam moaned as he was stretched open, but then pushed himself back to impale his hole as much as possible on the two cocks. With puffs of smoke emanating from his mouth, he began to thrust himself up and down, clearly loving what I assumed was his first double penetration. We all watched for a little bit, before the other men turned their attention to me and Bailey. A couple of them got my boyfriend off the sofa and led him over to the St Andrew’s cross. After securing him in place, and with a couple of others joining them, they began a round-robin fucking of his newly pozzed arse. He moaned and groaned in appreciation, arching his back as much as the restraints would allow so that his pert buttocks were pushed back to allow for the deepest penetration possible. It was fucking hot to watch from across the room, still slightly blowing my mind despite how much of his bottom side Bailey had already shown me. Harry and Sid then got me off the sofa and walked me over to the other mat. Harry grabbed a sprung rim seat from the corner of the room and put it on the mat, while Sid fetched some gear from the cabinets. He removed my neck chain, handing it to me to hold, before he put a massively wide and heavy padded leather collar around my neck that kept my head straight up. He then took my chain back off me, before getting me to sit down on the rim seat. He then had me put my arms behind me, and used my neck chain to attach my bracelets to the support structure for the seat. I was basically immobilised, only really able to look straight ahead given how much the collar restricted the movement of my head. There was then some shuffling below me as Harry and Sid piled up some of the sofa cushions, before Harry awkwardly got down on his back and slid into position under me. Sid helped me push myself up a bit, and then when I came back down Harry’s cock made contact with my hole. Realising I was getting no preparation this time, I just gritted my teeth and bore down on his cock, pushing it into my dry hole. It hurt like hell, and I was grateful when Sid held some poppers to my nose. I finally got myself fully impaled, before allowing the springs on the seat to help me ascend. When Harry’s cock was about to fall out of me, I pushed back down to take him inside again, and so it went on. It was quite a lot of effort, but being fit and healthy I was able to maintain some stamina as I fucked myself on his cock. As he started panting I knew he was close to blowing, so I doubled down and fucked myself as hard as I could until he blew. Then Sid replaced him, and I had a much easier time of it now that I was lubed with Harry’s cum. Still, by the time Sid erupted in me I was exhausted, so it was a relief when they released me from that set-up. The collar was removed, and Harry put my big chain back round my neck before giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Fucking you is never going to get old” he said, smiling at me. We went over to the sofas to have a drink and a cigarette, and then they encouraged me to kneel on one of the armchairs that was positioned in such a way that I could see the rest of the room. Someone slid his cock into me, and then I settled in to enjoy a more comfortable fuck while I got to watch the rest of the action. Bailey was still being used repeatedly on the cross, but it was Sam that got my attention. He was now riding two different cocks than before, the first men to DP him presumably having blown already, but it was the fact that Sam was greedily alternating his mouth between two cocks that had me a bit shocked. It occurred to me that I had rarely - if ever - seen him sucking a cock, being pretty certain he had never blown me at least. Furthermore, anytime he had bent over and got his arse used, he would always be smoking. Yet now he was not only proving he had great technique with his mouth, but he was allowing himself to be double-fucked by poz cocks without puffing on a cigarette. He seemed to be really embracing what it was like to be a true cumslut bottom, which was fucking hot to watch. I happily stayed on that armchair for quite some time, watching a succession of men double fuck Sam while anyone who wanted to used my own hole. Bailey was just taking load after load from the group of men who had gathered at the cross, and eventually was almost hanging from the chains and restraints on his wrists as his arse was relentlessly used. Sam took the occasional break from sucking cocks to smoke, but to be honest he was mostly allowing both his holes to be repeatedly breached. He must have been practicing, as he was swallowing any cock put into his mouth without gagging. His arse was also easily accommodating pairs of cocks at a time, making me wonder if the men might at some point try to find a way to get three in there at once. Eventually the energy ran out, with Bailey being the first of the three of us to have his hole properly vacated. The men who had been using him almost dragged his exhausted body over to a sofa and lay him down, before they all slumped down themselves. A prolonged emptiness in my own hole let me know I was probably done for a bit, so I hauled myself up and went over to lie down next to Bailey and put my arm round him as he seemed to drift off to an exhausted sleep for a bit. Eventually the action on the mat also came to an end, and Sam came over and slumped down in the armchair I had been getting fucked on while several of the men who had been using him passed out on the mat or even the hard floor. “You OK?” I asked him, speaking softly to avoid waking my boyfriend. “Fuck yeah” breathed Sam, as he reached over to the table and grabbed a cigarette. “That was the best thing ever.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yes” he said, exhaling a big cloud of smoke before looking directly at me. “I can see why you’re all about cock.” I chuckled, which caused Bailey to stir. “Shhhh” I whispered into his ear. “I’m OK” he said groggily, before opening his eyes and looking at Sam. “Hey Sleepyhead” said Sam, grinning at him. “Fuck off” said Bailey, grinning back at our housemate. “Sam has just realised he might be a bit of a bottom” I said to Bailey. “A bit?!” exclaimed Sam. “Mate, I’ve got you two beaten at your own game.” We all laughed, before Bailey began to sit up which required me to do the same. He reached for a glass of water on the table and took a big swig, then handed it to me to drink the rest while he grabbed a nearly full glass of champagne that had been sitting next to the water and took a couple of sips. “Cheers!” he said, holding the glass in the air. “Here’s to three cumdumps finding their true calling.” “Cheers!” Sam and I both said, me raising the glass of water and Sam pretending to be holding a drink. “So” said Sam, “who do you reckon is next?” “What do you mean?” I asked. “From the house” Sam said. “I mean, I’m getting fucked senseless here tonight, and then you two are going to make sure after that, so I’ll be poz soon no question. So who do you reckon is next?” “Probably no-one” I said. “I mean, this is all a bit fucked-up, and the rest of the guys are probably going to be disgusted if they find out.” “Nah, I don’t buy that” said Sam. “Hugh” Bailey said. “What?” I asked, turning to face my boyfriend. “I reckon it’ll be Hugh” Bailey said, turning to face me. “I mean, all we would have to do is invite him round for a giant bukkake session with these guys, and he’d be bent over willingly getting fucked by them all straight after. You know what he’s like.” “Maybe” I said, “but I need you to both agree that we’re not tricking anyone into this. Understand?” “I mean, it would be fucking hot if…” Sam began. “Sam, I’m serious!” I said. “We don’t bring any of them here, and we don’t fuck any of them at the house, without being completely honest about us being poz. Understand?” Sam stared at me, before nodding. “OK” he said. “You’re right. It should be their choice, like you made sure it was mine.” “Do we tell them?” Bailey asked. “I don’t know” I said. “Let’s worry about that some other time.” I leaned forward and plonked the water glass on the table, before getting up and finding some glasses and a nearly full bottle of champagne. I topped up Bailey’s glass before pouring full ones for me and Sam, and then they both stood up and joined me in a circle. We clinked our glasses together and drank, before making our way over to the cabinets. As the other men rested or slept around the room, the three of us began to explore all the toys and gear Omar had in his collection, and then started to dress each other as we got both tickled and aroused by how we all looked. We managed to get Sam into a tight black rubber T-shirt and shorts, and Bailey then put a wide metal collar and matching cuffs on him while I found some boots for him to wear. We then got Bailey into a leather vest and chaps that seemed to fit his frame perfectly. I donned a harness, leather jockstrap and knee-high boots, with Sam plonking a tight Muir cap on my head. “We look like such sluts” said Sam, lighting up a cigarette. “We are such sluts” I laughed. “Fuck yeah you are” said a man from across the room. “And we’re about ready to fuck you all again” said another. Bailey, Sam and I all looked at each other and smirked, before my boyfriend and I also lit up cigarettes. The three of us then headed over to one of the mats, got down on all fours in a circle with our heads close together, and began to wiggle our exposed backsides. “The doors are open boys” Bailey announced. “Show us what you’ve got.” ———————— After a couple of days of rest, Bailey and I did indeed start to fuck Sam regularly, and made sure he returned the favour given we both had our own needs in the bottoming department. Plans also got made for another party at Omar’s, but a couple of days before we three were due to return to the awesome playroom, Sam came down with the fuck flu. We nursed him through it, while making sure to fuck him occasionally while he was sprawled out on the bed, and then once he was better we took him off to get tested. He was genuinely thrilled with his positive result, and Bailey and I both then had to withstand him being the horniest we had ever seen him as he happily drained himself dry in our holes for nearly a week. My boyfriend and I did not fuck each other at all, so used up were we by our newly pozzed housemate. The other guys could definitely tell there was something going on, with Sam, Bailey and I not joining in any group fun or visiting our other housemates’ bedrooms as we had often done before. A couple on them commented on Sam having now basically become a smoker, and he brushed off any queries on the sex front by saying he got what he needed elsewhere. Bailey and I being together perhaps shielded us from any probing questions, though I’m pretty sure some of the others knew how much time Sam was spending in our rooms. I even overheard Marcus say the word “throuple” about us, but said nothing and did not get any questions about it. It was Tony who eventually took the plunge. The two of us were the only ones home, between lectures, library time and other academic activities occupying everyone else, and I was at my desk working on a paper when he knocked and came in. He sat down on my bed and looked at the floor for a moment, allowing me time to admire just how muscular he had now got. With the beard he had grown, the baseball cap and tank top he was wearing, and the chest hair fully visible, he reminded me of the bears I saw in many a porn film. “What’s going on?” he eventually asked. “What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my stomach erupt with butterflies. “I mean with you, Bailey and Sam” he said. “I can tell Sam is lying, and I don’t think you and Bailey are so in love that you’d just stop having fun with the rest of us like this.” “I…” I began, but he held up his hand. “Please mate” he said, “just be honest with me.” We stared at each other for a while, until I realised I was holding my breath and therefore allowed myself to exhale. “OK” I said, “but you have to promise to just listen, be cool, and not tell anyone else.” “I promise I will listen and not tell the others” he said, “but you’ve got me worried now so I can’t promise to be cool.” “That’s fair” I said. “Just don’t hit me.” “I promise” he said, giving me a weak smile. Then I started talking. Throwing caution to the wind, I went from the very beginning of my own journey, right through how things had evolved with Bailey, and concluding with Sam’s recent conversion. I was breaking the confidence of my boyfriend and my housemate by revealing all of this, but I knew that Tony had clearly reached a tipping point and the future of our friendships with him was now reliant on the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. To his credit, he just sat and listened, not reacting to anything I said, not interrupting, and not ever giving me a reason to hold back. It was quite cathartic actually, making me realise how much the lies, deflections and excuses had been taking a toll on me. Still, as I finished telling the story, I became a nervous maelstrom again, and the silence after I stopped talking felt like it lasted an eternity. “OK” he said. “Well, now at least I understand.” “You do?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “In fact, I respect you guys for not exposing any of the rest of us, and I get why you haven’t talked about it.” “Oh” I said. We sat in silence for a moment. “I don’t know what else to say” I said. “But I hope you don’t hate me or those two.” “Of course I don’t hate you” he said, before patting the space next to him on my bed. “Mate, come and sit here.” I got off my desk chair and went over to sit next to him, and he put his arm round my shoulders. “I could never hate any of you” he said. “But you must think less of me now” I said. “No” he said, squeezing my shoulder. “I actually think you’re fucking brave for working out who you are and going after what you want.” “You do?” I said, slightly squealing. “Yeah” he replied. “I’ve always looked up to you a bit. You arrived here straight, realised after one little experiment that you love cock, and you’ve never been ashamed of it. Then you come out as soon as you’ve worked out you’re actually gay, and now you’ve gone out and sorted something else you knew you needed.” “I, er…” I stuttered. “It’s OK” he said, giving my shoulder another squeeze. “In fact, I think it’s pretty fucking amazing.” Then, to my utter surprise, he brought his other hand up and gripped his cock through his shorts, making me realise he was now hard. I looked down at his hand squeezing his dick, and felt my heart start to beat faster. Then he slid his arm off my shoulders and reached down to my own crotch, gently starting to rub my own hardening cock. I was speechless but very turned on, and allowed him to get a bit bolder with his hand movements as I sprung a full erection. I was about to reach over and start fondling him as well when he suddenly slid forward off the bed and onto his knees. He turned around, pushed my torso back onto the bed and then gripped the sides of my own shorts. He tugged at them, and I lifted myself up a little to allow him to pull them down. He then dived forward and swallowed my erect cock before I could do or say anything, causing me moan loudly. Not a word was uttered by either of us as he hungrily swallowed my cock, something he had never done before with me, and I just panted and groaned at the amazing feelings his tongue and throat were sending through me. “I’m going to cum” I panted, putting my hand on his head to try to push him back. However, he swatted me away and lunged forward so I was fully down his throat, at which point I lost it. My poz cum pumped down his throat, and he held fast and swallowed it all. Only once my balls had stopped pumping did he slowly pull back, withdrawing my cock from his throat so he could go back to sucking and licking it. Eventually he let it fall from his mouth, at which point he pushed himself up and sprawled on top of me. He held his head above mine and we looked into each other’s eyes, before he leaned down and gently kissed me. Then he pulled back and looked into my eyes again for a while, getting a more serious look on his face. “When I’m ready, I want you to be the first one of you guys to fuck me” he said. “When you’re ready?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I need to think about all this some more, but when I’m ready I want it to be you three rather than those guys you go and see.” “You mean you want to…?” I asked. “I think so” he said, “but let me think about it some more.” “Of course” I said, a bit dumbfounded. “I’d like to do this again though” he said, “and with Sam and Bailey too.” “Er, yeah, sure” I said. “But you know there’s still a risk even if you’re just doing oral, right?” “Yeah” he said, “so I’ll make my mind up quickly so we can do it properly.” I smiled at him, suddenly feeling a wave of affection for him sweep over me. “You’re so hot” I said. “I mean, I love Bailey, but I just realised how fucking handsome and sweet you are.” “You’re only realising that now?” he said, grinning. “Sorry” I said, smiling back at him. “You know how I always just focus on everyone’s cocks.” “You big slut” he chuckled, before leaning in and kissing me again. Then he pulled himself up off me and headed for the door, turning briefly to look at me and wink, and then he was gone. I lay back for a few minutes, and then eventually hauled myself up, pulled my shorts back on properly, did a quick trip to the loo, and then got back on with my paper. Somehow I managed to focus on it until it was done, and then I treated myself to a beer and a cigarette out in the frigid garden. My mind of course wandered off onto what had happened earlier with Tony, and where things might now be going with him. I was still in shock at the suddenness of it, particularly as he was nowhere near the top of my own list of who I thought might actually be up for any of this out of the seven remaining neg guys in the house. But my encounter with him had been so tender and genuine that I had none of the misgivings that had plagued me during the early part of Sam’s gang fuck at Omar’s place, and if anything I realised I really wanted to bring Tony over to our side with just me, Sam and Bailey being the ones to do it. “I need to talk to you guys” I said to Sam and Bailey, when they both came back later on. Some of the others were back by then too, so I took the opportunity when it was just us three in the kitchen for a minute to quietly let them know we needed to meet upstairs later. When we did eventually manage to assemble in Bailey’s room that evening, in hushed tones I told them the whole story. They were both agape, but also horned up as I recounted my afternoon with Tony. I made sure they knew not to push him and just let him come to us in his own time, perhaps focusing this on Sam the most as I suspected his new-found ultra-horniness could get the better of him. They both agreed, and then our attention turned elsewhere. Mere minutes later I was swallowing Sam’s cock while Bailey hammered my hole, and all thoughts of Tony dissipated for a while. They remained at bay as I slammed my own cock into Sam while Bailey’s load dripped out of me, and it was only once I was curled up in my boyfriend’s arms that night that I began to think about our sweet and handsome housemate again. I felt nothing but warmth and affection for him as I thought about what he probably wanted from us, and those happy thoughts helped me to drift into a deep sleep. To be continued

Chapter 8 After delivering a load, Todd slowly removes the speculum. Tom’s back now and with Jamie, Trevor and Todd’s help they have me unstrapped quickly, though the butt plug is reinserted, so I don’t inadvertently push out the loads in my ass. Tom and Todd help me to my feet and while I’m unsteady, they help me walk around the room a bit to get the blood flowing. In the meantime, Jamie and Trevor have adjusted the fuck bench a bit and have added a headrest and stirrups. Tom looks at me and says, it’s time dude and then he helps me get back onto the bench. This position is so much mor comfortable as, I’m now more positioned like I’m in a dental chair. My legs are positioned into stirrups that spread my legs wide, leaving my ass easy to access but I’m still strapped down. This time, short chains attach my wrists to my knees and several straps across my chest keep me from moving much. Tom says he’s going to leave my head unrestrained since I really do give great head and it will make it easier for me to get properly skull fucked. Tom tells the guys to head out to the pool and to tell Craig to come back in with his bag of tricks. Tom looks at me and tells me I’m doing great and leans in and gives me a deep kiss. As he pulls up I look into his eyes and say thank you for this man; all I want is to please you and can’t believe what an amazing trip this has been. Craig walks in the room, naked with his hard thick cock jutting out. I lock eyes with him as he says that he hopes he wasn’t too rough when he brushed my hole with the toothbrush. Tom has already transitioned back into alpha mode and tells Craig, cut the crap now do your thing as Tom yanks the butt plug from my ass. Craig this time produces, instead of a toothbrush, a short stubby brush like you’d use to clean out a bottle. He slides it right into my gaping hole and then starts twisting it and pushing it deep. Craig says Todd told him 8 or 9 thrusts should do fine without doing too much damage. I can feel the bristle scratching my prolapsed hole but as it goes deeper inside there really isn’t much pain. Craig pulls the brush out and its covered in pink cum with a couple of darker streaks. Tom inspects his work and then says, Craig my man, you get to be first fuck this time but hurry it up before he starts leaking again. Tom says he’ll be back in 20 with the Cuban boys. Craig looks at me and says, man you have taken so much poz cum, but you evaded getting knocked up for a long time. There is no guarantee you are after the past couple weeks either. But, I know how to make sure you get pozzed. Craig asks me if I know my blood type and I tell him O+. He gets a grin on his face and says, well this may be your lucky day and I can make sure you get knocked up. He reaches down into his bag and pulls out a syringe and needle. I look at him, and tell Craig, dude, I don’t do drugs. Craig says, no man, I can pull some of my blood and then inject you with it. Our blood is compatible and I just had blood tests two weeks ago and my viral load is 850,000. I know I’m sure I’d knock you up this way and I was tested negative for everything else you could think of including hep C. I tell Craig, I’m not sure about and, I need to think about it. I tell him for now, just fucking give me another load and then maybe talk to Todd. With that, he puts the syringe back in his bag and then Craig sighs and says, ok but man it’d be so fucking hot though; but damn I love fucking your ass. With that, Craig lines up and his thick cock enters my ass. This man may not have the longest cock in town, but fuck it is girthy as hell and he knows how to use it for sure. I feel my ass stretching as Craig begins his now familiar pile drive fuck, making sure he opens me up further with each thrust. This is now the third time we’ve hooked up and we’ve developed a connection for sure. As he continues ramming me and while I may be restrained out eyes meet and there is a sexual tension between us that is palatable. His intensity increases as he stares into my eyes with desire. He’s drilling me with every fiber of his being, sweat dripping, his muscles flexing; demanding that he owns my ass. As he tenses up, his body becomes almost rigid as he screams for me to take his seed and become my poz son. With one last thrust, Craig delivers another hot load to my quivering ass, staying buried to the hilt as his cock pulses inside me. Craig is clearly spent from the effort and as his hardon starts to wane, the door opens and I hear Vicente, Rodolpho and Geraldo enter the room. Craig pulls out and comes to the head of the table and tells me to clean his dick, to which I eagerly open my mouth and crane my head to do readily oblige. It doesn’t take long and Craig whispers, he’ll be back with Todd later and again suggests the sure way for him to be his poz daddy is to take a simple direct injection. Craig leans in and kisses me just as I feel a tongue prod my swollen ass. Vic is eating my ass and sucking on my prolapsed hole surely pulling cum from my ass. He stands up and opens his mouth allowing the collected cum to drrol out of his mouth and onto his huge cock. Vic is at least 11 inches and while I’m sure my hole his gaped to open for him, it’s still going to hurt as I recall the last time he bred me a couple days ago. I feel a slap on my face and wince as my attention is directed to Geraldo and Rodolpho who are now standing on either side of me cocks thrusting into my face. Geraldo grabs my face and turns it towards him and his cock, demanding I suck him. He’s got a semi-hardon and am again hit with the cheesy smegma taste as his uncut cock enters my mouth and I start chewing and sucking his foreskin. His cock hardens as he grows to his full 9 inches. Geraldo impales me with his cock and hits the back of my throat, as he swells to his full length. As I’m struggling, I suddenly feel Vic’s massive cock breach my hole. Once again, I feel like he’s splitting my ass open as he forces my ass to accommodate his huge cock. Geraldo begins skull fucking me and I’m soon lost, consumed by these men spit roasting me. Geraldo senses I’m starting to gag and struggle for air and pulls out allowing me to breathe then shoves my head toward the ripped Rodolpho. Rodolpho is hard as a rock and slams his cock into my mouth hitting the back of my throat, pausing just enough that his own skull fuck compliments the rhythm of Vics assault on my ass. The guys rotate back and forth between them each owning my throat as Vic is jackhammering my ass. I zone out, just accepting what these men dish out. Befor long, Vicente screams as he cums, and the guys rotate positions as Geraldo then Rodolpho each take their turns breeding me. Before they are done I have at least three more loads in my ass, two down my throat and my face is covered in mixture of phlegm from my throat, cum from their cocks and spit as the three dominate me into complete submission. At some point I must have passed out as I come back around and am alone in the room. I find I’m face is not only covered in secretions, but I’m drenched in piss as well and I feel cum dripping from my ass down my balls and caged cock puddling on my stomach. My mouth and ass ache from the constant attention and I slowly am able to refocus and a clarity emerges. I am stoked from this experience so far and knowing I’m a repository for these men and their toxic loads. I want this so bad and the want is so strong that I know, before this night is over I will be knocked up and truly become everything I was meant to be. I hear the door open and Tom enters the room and says, look who’s here, remember Victor. Tom says, we’ll give you a minute and offers me something to drink through a straw as Victor towels off a bit of the mess and preparing me for what comes next.

@Medwaym As always, thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast Yeah, just sucks getting sick and then getting thrust into the busiest part of the year at work @kitpig Yeah, just sucks this is always the busiest time of the year for my field, only second to winter @KinkyTallBottom I have been, just been nuts at work Again, sorry for the delay. Been busy working 70+ hours every week at work, picking up a ton of shifts, working on a few major projects on my house, doctors appointments, and just life in general. Hopefully now that the projects are pretty much done for now, I should have a little more free time. Also, been working on something with someone on here. Can't really share anything yet as we had a major wrench thrown in the plans, but expect something hopefully soon on this. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 7- Business Growth Strategies Through Diversification Slowly, I made my way upstairs, letting Greg lead the way until we entered the master suite. My eyes grew big as I took in the sight. A massive bed, larger than any I had seen before took up much of the room, with a closed set of double doors, which I presumed went to the massive bathroom on one side, and a large open door to a walk in closet on the opposite wall. “Jeez, this bed is huge…” I said out loud, slowly walking towards the bed before flopping down face first and letting out an appreciative groan. The thick pillow top of the mattress let my body sink in, making me feel nearly weightless. “Heh, yeah, they call it an Alaskan king,” Greg said, flopping beside me and slowly rubbing his hand on my naked ass, occasionally slipping his finger into my flooded and loose hole, “Makes for a lot of space for orgies.” “And for having sex fueled sleep overs with sexy little cum pigs like you,” Mike said, coming into the room, holding a few bottles of water. Lazily, I flopped over onto my back and watched as Greg got up and walked over to Mike, as the two exchanged a deep kiss. Slowly, I felt my cock stir inside the cage, unable to get hard as I watched the two men continue to make out. Eventually, they broke the kiss and turned to me, motioning at the bed. “Go ahead and crawl in bed, we all could use a quick nap to recharge,” Mike said, before he and Greg went over to the walk in closet. Slowly, I shuffled up the bed, sinking into the mattress easily. Finally, I made it to the top and pulled back the covers before sliding under the comforter. Both men quickly returned, now naked and joined me under the sheets, Mike on one side, Greg on the other. I quickly found myself feeling drowsy, as my body began to relaxing into the deep pillowtop. Slowly, Mike gripped my chin and turned my head towards his, locking lips with me as he deeply kissed me, his tongue slithering around mine. I could taste the cigar and pipe smoke in his spit before he broke the kiss, turning my head towards Greg. “Don’t forget to give Daddy and I a kiss goodnight, boy,” Greg said, before turning over and shutting the lights off on the switch next to the bed. As I then made out Mike, I felt as Greg turned my lower body so that my ass was against his groin. Slowly, Mike and I broke apart as well, and after fully turning onto my side, I slowly drifted off to sleep, my hand draped over Mike’s cock and balls. ——— I woke up groggily what felt like a few hours later to the feeling of Mike holding my tight against him, his hard cock pressed right at the entrance of my hole, threatening to breech it with just a slight movement. Slowly I pushed my ass back, enjoying the feeling as Mike’s cock slowly slid deep inside me. Instantly, Mike let out a sleepy groan and pushed his hard cock in deeper. I let out a shaky sigh, and slowly began to work my ass back and forth on his cock, enjoying the achy feeling of my well used ass getting stretched out again, using the previous cum loads in my hole as lube. After a few minutes, Mike grabbed both arms around me and growled softly in my ear. “Mmmmm, does that hungry boy hole need a midnight snack from Daddy,” he asked, punctuating the question with a hard slam deep in my hole. Slowly, I twisted myself slightly and locked lips with him, making out as he slowly began to work his thick cock in and out of my hole. Eventually, I broke away from the kiss and looked over at Greg, who now appeared to be slightly awake, his covers now slid off and working his hardening cock in the dim light of the room. “Looks like a pretty hungry hole there,” Greg said, shaking his cock at me, “Roll him over babe.” Quizzically, I looked at Greg, as Mike suddenly grabbed my legs and brought my knees to my chest before rolling us both back on to his back, cock still lodged in my hole. I watched as Greg slowly got up on his knees and shuffled over to between Mike’s legs. Suddenly, he gave his hard dick a few shakes. “Open wide boy,” he said, grinning, before pushing his dick against my already filled hole, “Daddy and I are gonna give you an extra helping of man meat.” Slowly, Greg began to push his hard dick into my hole, alongside Mike’s cock. I let out pained groan, feeling as though my ass was splitting in two. Slowly my ass began to open as the second large cock slid into me. “FUCK,” Greg growled, before finally giving a solid slam and seating himself deep alongside Mike’s cock. I groaned more and breathed hard, willing myself to relax at the intense stretching of my ass. After a few moments, Mike and Greg slowly started pistoning in and out of my hole, using the cum in my ass as lubricant. After several minutes, the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as I began to get used to the stretching sensation. “Pig boy seems to love getting stretched out, babe,” Mike said, a smile across his face, “Making his tight hole fucking milk my cock here.” I began to push back on the two cocks, mentally trying to make my hole squeeze down on their cocks. This caused Greg to groan happily, as he started to fuck my ass faster. “You close babe,” Greg asked, grabbing on my waist and helping me slam down on both their dicks, “Want to shoot together in his hole?” “Fuck yeah, getting pretty close,” Mike groaned. The pace picked up even more, and suddenly I felt one then both cocks twitch inside my ass, before Greg let out a loud growl, and then my ass felt like it was flooded by two cocks shooting at once. I suddenly felt my balls pull tight against my body as my cum shot through the slit on the cock cage, drooling out a large load onto Mike’s stomach. Greg slowly pulled out his spent, cum covered cock out of my ass before rolling me over and off of Mike’s cock. Grabbing my head, Mike pushed my head towards his stomach, wordlessly directing me to clean my load off his body. I went lower and licked Mike’s cock clean before turning my head and sucking the remaining cum on Greg’s spent cock. Exhausted, I flopped back on my back as Greg got up and walked over to his side of the bed, grabbing two of the water bottles. Handing one to me, I opened it and took several gulps. Handing the bottle back wordlessly to him, I flopped back against the pillow, once again spent and exhausted. Greg climbed back into the bed again, this time pulling me against him as we all three drifted asleep. ——— Two more times in the night I was bred, first by Greg and then again by Mike. This time, each one fucked a load in my ass solo silently before we drifted back to sleep. Eventually, I woke up as Mike was getting up and getting dressed. “Got to go in to work for a few hours, sexy boy. I’ll be back by the time you and Greg get done running a errand,” he explained, before kneeling on the bed and kissing me deeply. I nodded and laid back, feeling as Greg’s yet again hard cock pressed against my hole. “Have fun babe,” Greg said groggily, playfully pressing his cock hard against my ass, letting jus the head pop in. Mike quickly left the room, smiling and shaking his head, as Greg continued to tease my hole. Finally, he pulled out, and turned to look at the clock. “Come on, time to get up and get ready,” he said, shucking the covers off of both of us. Slowly I got up, stretching and feeling my back pop, as my ass throbbed. Quietly, I followed Greg back into the bathroom as he turned on the shower and we both showered in silence, feeling my self get turned on when he turned to me and aimed his cock at me, covering me in a shower of his dark morning urine. I knelt down on my knees as he pissed on me and once he finished, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked the last remaining drops off of his dick, causing him to happily groan. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, slowly fucking his cock into my mouth, “Suck that man piss out of my dick.” Satisfied it was clean, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and motioned for me to stand up before shutting off the water. “Time to get dressed and run a few errands,” Greg chuckled, before giving my locked cock a few tugs. We walked back into the bedroom as Greg went to the closet, pulling out a plain pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, tossing them at me. “Try these on, see if they fit,” he said, before walking back into the closet. Slowly, I pulled each on, impressed to see each fit pretty much perfectly. Turning around I watched as Greg walked out of the closet, wearing a olive grey shirt and khaki shorts. “Fit ok?” He asked walking over to the door, not waiting for my answer. “Yeah, thanks for the change of clothes…” I said, quietly following him down stairs and into the garage, as we both entered his gleaming black SUV in silence. Greg started up the vehicle and as we pulled out, he handed me a pair of sunglasses, before pulling on a pair of his own. I looked around for a second before he spoke. “Don’t worry, windows are tinted, nobody will recognize you,” he said, slowly rubbing his hand up my thigh after shifting the car into drive. We sat in silence for a few minutes as he drove towards a part of town I wasn’t as familiar with, his hand rubbing and squeezing my thigh, turning me on and continuing to make the cock cage well known to me. “So, boy,” he began, slowly reaching my balls and fondling them, “Tell me about this late night hookup in the park.” Slowly, I gulped and slowly began my recount of the encounter, starting at the found condom in the woods and my thoughts on it before finally ending on the guy in the woods. During my retelling, Greg would occasionally reach back over and adjust his cock in his pants, the story obviously turning him on. Finally, he spoke. “So, boy, Daddy and I were talking, and its time we set up some ground rules,” he said, as he calmly pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. I nodded, and waited. “First off, you will continue your smoking and we want you to start collecting used condoms full of cum,” Greg explained, reaching to my sweatpants and slowly working a finger up to my puffy, well used hole, “Daddy and I noticed that full condom with random spunk in it and have a fun plan for you on it. As long as its fresh and warm, collect the condom loads. Also, you can blow anyone you want. So what you did the other night is ok in our book.” I nodded, shifting slightly as his finger poked into my asshole, the nail dragging slightly on the swollen skin. “Next, no more shaving and no more cutting your hair. Daddy and I want something to grab on to while fucking you. In fact, we want to shape you into our perfect son. So that means we decide on you getting tattoos and piercings, and we want you addicted to smoking,” he said, adding a second finger in my ass, “You can give input and ask for things you like, and we will consider it, but you will do as we ask. Because you want to be our boy.” This time, I let out a shaky breath and a nod, my cock painful as my dick tried to harden, trapped against the walls of the cage. “Third, when ever we tell you to come over, you will stop what your doing, and come over to service us,” he said, grinning, shoving a third finger in as if to drive the point home, “If there is something major that you absolutely can’t leave, you will tell us ahead of time, but otherwise, when we tell you to come over, you come over.” I groaned, feeling the fingers sliding in and out of my ass, the nails on his fingers occasionally catching and causing me to flinch. “Last, taking loads. Unless me and Daddy tell you otherwise, any guy that fucks you will have to wrap up. You can save their load in the condom, and tell them its for the plan we have for you, “ he said, finally working the fourth digit into my ass lips, causing me to groan louder, “Anyone who we’ve told you can load your piggy hole is allowed free access, or who can show you a text message saying we gave them permission to use your sweet hole. Got it?” I nodded, breathing hard as Greg slowly worked the four fingers in and out of my ass slowly. He smiled before suddenly pulling them out and shutting off the car. “We’re here at your first field trip, boy,” he said, opening the door and slamming it shut, waiting for me to exit as well and follow him into the building. The nondescript shopping center had a few shops in it, ranging from a Boba Tea Shop, to a tanning salon, and a few other places. However, dead ahead was one that piqued my curiosity. Brewer Cigar, Tobacco and Men’s Gift Shop, the sign above the entrance read. The sign on the door said closed, however, and I went to tell Greg as such when he pulled out a large bundle of keys and unlocked the door, letting both of us in before turning around and locking it behind us. “You in here yet, Ben?” Greg called out, as I looked around the store. Various pipes and tobacco were on display, as well as he opposite wall with various men’s gift things, like humidors, ashtrays, custom lighters, golf bags, paperweights, and the like. Slowly I walked around the room, taking everything in as a muffled voice came from the back room. “Yeah, just grabbing some inventory from the back,” the voice yelled out in a deep booming bass. Out walked out a tall and heavy set man with muscles and a thick beard, unlit cigar in the corner of his mouth. In his hands was several boxes of cigars, each displaying a different name. “Hey man, got here earlier than I though you would,” Ben said, before reaching around and giving Greg a large hug. “Yeah, made good Tim going across town. Mike sends his love,” Greg said, looking around before stepping behind the counter. “Who’s this then?” Ben said, suddenly turning towards me, and embracing me in a hug as well. “That’s our latest ‘project’,” Greg said, smiling as I could almost see the quotations around the word in the air, “Loved what Jay and Gordon did with theirs, and decided we had to have one as well. Figured we’d bring him out and about for a few errands.” Suddenly I felt Ben’s meaty hand slowly drifting down, running under the loose grey sweatpants and firmly gripping my ass cheek, one of his fingers gently probing at my hole. “I’m the first to take a crack at him other than you two,” he asked, before pulling his finger out and giving my ass another squeeze. “Yeah,” Greg said, turning around and looking at the wall full of pipes, “Mike figured you could use a pick me up after your break up, and we figured you’d be more than willing to help Riley here out with a nice discount on getting turned into a real smoking man.” “Fuck yeah, think I can be more than willing to give him a few pipes and cigars, maybe more depending on how good a time we have,” Ben growled, smiling, “He a virgin to smoking?” “No, sadly, we got the pleasure of starting him,” Greg said, smiling, “But he is one that’s always more than eager to please, aren’t you boy? Has quite the warm and inviting hole too, and you would know he skipped breakfast. Maybe you could help out with giving him a protein shake or something…” I nodded, feeling somewhat turned on with how their were talking about me, like a pet or some sort of sex slave. Which if I thought about it, I was in a way. “Fuck yeah, think I think I can come up with something in the lounge,” he said, grinning. Slowly he lead me to the door marked Cigar Lounge and shut the door behind us.

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him? Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me. Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends? My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with. After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this? I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down. “Are you OK son?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.” “You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.” “No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.” “So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.” I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop. “You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.” “I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?” “That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.” “Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.” “But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.” “But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.” “Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.” “I suppose” I said. “Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.” “But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?” “Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.” We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up. “I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.” He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time. I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump. All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me. “Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.” “You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.” “I hope so” I said, grinning. With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep. To be continued

Just a quick update. Some of the advice really worked out. Dry spell with boyfriend is officially over!

There's some kind of issue afoot, and you don't seem to know what it is. What that issue happens to be is ancillary to the problem however. 1. It's unfair of your other half to simply halt sex - whether alone together or with other guys included. 2. Since you and he used to have sex with each other and other guys, I doubt the problem lies with merely having 'outside' sex. There's something else afoot in the relationship, and he can't (or won't) share whatever it is with you. That's a deeper problem, and we have no idea what that might be, but you definitely need to get him to confide in you. I doubt it's a "sex" thing - sounds more like withholding sex is a punishment for something else. From what you've offered, it does seem unfair to be treated like this. 3. If you're absolutely certain he's not having sex / had sex for around 6 months, I'd suggest a counselor of some sort, that's trained to sniff out the root cause of issues like this. It's something that needs to be dealt with, and I'm sending you my best wishes to get it figured out - one way or another.

My gay Dr. believes that prostate health begins with message. He said in all of his years he has never found a bottom that has had prostate cancer. He started to check mine years ago. Long before it was needed. lol. He said mine is great and keep doing what I’m doing. He knows I’m a total slut so that was also a joke.

Tbh our body was designed to secrete juices to stop the vag from drying out, stretch to accommodate the size of the dick and to deliver new life into the world. Not too be slutted and bred, for the pleasure of men. That's more politically correct. Now my answer is we are.. but with a personality like yours, you prob scare them away. Plus i heard the gloves way too big for the hands.

I was in Seattle with my bf (now ex). He went to work and I hit up Grindr. I found a boi a few blocks away. His apartment was across the street from steamworks, He met me in the stairwell dropped his shorts, kneeled on the stairs and started to fuck. 2 or 3 minutes into it I heard somebody coming down the stairs I started to pull when the boi reached a hand around to hold me in is hole so I kept fucking. The came down stairs looked at us and said nice hookup Gary that daddy is hot. Gary responded with thanks baby I’ll have dinner ready when you get home. That was hot