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Sort of funny story. Tonight I stopped at the park on my way home to cruise. I saw a young Latin guy checking me out so I followed him into the woods. He was on the phone to what sounds like his mom. He pulled out his dick and I assumed the position and started to suck him hard. He continued to talk to the other person while I got him hard. He grabbed me by the. Arm and lifted me up and spun me around. He pulled down my shorts and worked my hole with a few fingers. Next thing I knew he was fucking met with his beautiful dick. Never once wrapping up his call. He fucked me for about 5 minutes and then came loud while still talking to the other person. He pulled out and left. Never speaking to me at all. It honestly was not a bad fuck though. Lol

Part 9 The dungeon was in fact a converted basement below ground level so there were no windows. The ceiling was low but the " dungeon " ran the full length of the building but not as wide. The room was lit by a red glow and shadows from the figures seemed to dance as guys fucked each other. Ollie was totally wired but could take in everything. It was obvious from a number of the faces that a lot of the guys seemed in a trance but actually they were spaced out. Ollie could not believe what he was seeing. There seemed to be such depravity but Ollie was far from put off by it he wanted to join it. A few of the guys were smoking small pipes and exchanging smokey kisses. He noticed a guy who was wearing nothing but a harness being injected by the guy next to him. Ollie watched the guy in the sling being fucked by 4 of the guys. Ollies dick was rock hard. They sat in what seemed to be a booth against the wall. There was only one but it faced the action and with the lights so dim it could almost be hidden. Mark asked Ollie to lay back and then with total expertise he wrapped a tourniquet around Ollies arm and pulled it tight, so tight that Ollie flinched. Mark rubbed Ollie's arm until he found a vein. Louis looked on with almost a demonic face. A number of the guys moved closer to the booth, they could not believe this 18 year old who looked younger was about to be slammed. " Stan did not want you to experience this he said that you were too young but he aint here and its going to be hot Ollie you will love it and then you will be one of us " Louis whispered into Ollie's ear. " HAIL Stan " someone shouted " " shut the fuck up " shouted Mark who was trying to concentrate on Ollie " its all about depravity its all about liberation " said Louis. Ollie was still so mesmerised by what he was seeing that he seemed oblivious to what was happening to him. Mark had a small spoon which he seemed to be burning as far as Ollie could make out. Then Mark took a syringe and sucked up the liquid. Ollie was now panicking, what if this went wrong. what was he doing ? Louis leaned forward and kissed Ollie and whispered " just relax Ollie this is going to be the ride of your lifetime something you will never forget something you will thank me for ". Ollie felt a sharp prick then suddenly a wash as his body seemed to heat up, he at first felt dizzy but then he felt totally relaxed. every muscle in his body seemed to relax, he felt as if he was floating. He at first let his eyes roll up then he smiled. He looked but felt he was looking through a haze. " You OK Ollie " there was no reply " fuck has he gone over " " no just give him time it is his first time I will look out for him ". After what seemed a lifetime to Ollie but was in fact a couple of minutes he turned to Louis and smiled. " Are you up for this ? " There was no answer so Mark helped Ollie to his feet. " Come this way my baby " he said and he kissed Ollie as they moved out of the booth. Ollie felt as if he was floating across the floor. Different colours formed in front of him. " He has to be the most beautiful creature we have ever inducted here " Mark said. " I am beginning to wonder if this was a mistake " replied Louis. " No he will be one of us after this and what a bonus someone so young ". Ollie was led to the sling the guy being fucked was yanked out of it so that Ollie could lay back into it. Ollie was still having difficulty focusing but he was in a world of his own and a very pleasant one at that. Ollie looked to his right to speak to Louis but stopped what he was about to say as what he saw was a guy sat on a stool and in front of him was a guy in full leather gear punching the other guys hole. Then to Ollies total surprise he witnessed his first prolapse. Despite all the drugs Ollie's cock leaked precum. Ollie was now able to understand where he was and what he was doing and his heart started to race. As Ollie laid back on the sling Mark leaned and kissed Ollie passionately . " I am in love " he said " I really am he is so gorgeous and innocent " then he whispered to Ollie " tonight babe I love you " " I love you too " was Ollie's reply. Mark showed Ollie his large dick and Ollie smiled then said fuck me Mark. Despite the fact that they had only met an hour ago Ollie was in love. Mark easily slid his dick into Ollie's hole. The regular fucking had loosened his hole nicely. At first it was slow fucking then gradually faster and faster. Mark withdrew without cumming and Louis moved forward as he kissed Ollie he heard Ollie say to him " I love you more than anything " Louis almost came straight away but instead slid his cock into Ollies ass and fucked him but it was not long until he sent a huge load into Ollies guts. Mark then stepped forward " I love a sloppy hole " he said. Despite being considerably younger than most Mark seemed to be the most depraved. " I want to fuck and be fucked by every guy here " he said loudly. Ollie was just about to cum " not yet buddy " said Mark enjoy first. Then he flooded Ollie's ass. By that time a large number of the guys had stopped what they had been doing and who they had been fucking and circled Ollie. " Convert him " Mark said to the crowd. Ollie was so relaxed that he had no difficulty in accepting each of guys cocks . He had no idea who these guys were he only knew that the sensation of having his ass pummeled by one cock after another and it was the best experience of his life. One by one the guys flooded Ollie's ass. Some were quick some took their time. Some fucked him slowly and some fucked him aggressively by now he preferred the latter. He would never be the same again

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.

Well, the call finally came. I had been expecting it for a while but knew it could be anytime. So 5am on a Tuesday felt as good of time as any, I was just happy to finally hear from him. Well horny and happy. The phone woke me up. “Hello Sir, I am ready to come home, at least for now.” “Well hello Slade, where are you?” “Truckstop off the interstate on miller road” “That’s about 20 minutes away, you sure you will still be there and ready to go by the time I would get there?” “Um, if you still want me, I will be here waiting.” “Okay, I’ll get ready and head that way, should be there in about 30 minutes.” “Thank you, sir.” “That doesn’t mean you have to turn anyone down that wants to use you more you know.” “I know, thank you sir, I think I have gotten to the end of this adventure, and I want to let you enjoy the fruits of my efforts” “See you soon” as I hung up. So I threw on some shorts and a tank top and tried to tuck my hardening cock into my waist band. I was thinking about how my bf Slade was going to look after taking his slut vacation/adventure. I had left him in this outfit at a local cruising park. He had told me he would call me when he was ready to be picked up, but he had been talking to a trucker that wanted to use his hole, and he didn’t know how that was going to go. I figured I would hear from him later that night or maybe early the next morning. 2 weeks later I got a quick text from an unknown number that just said, “Slade still alive, still useful, not full yet” I responded with a thumbs up and had to jack off at the thought of my bf still being slutted out, fucked, filled and abused by whoever he was. So, another week and a half later I finally got the call from him to come get him and now I’m headed to go pick up my favorite fuckhole that I know loves me, but loves cock and cum so much I would never rob him of that joy in his life. And I love his cum filled, swollen hole when he brings it to me over abused and leaking the scum of hundreds of other men. He tastes better, fucks better, and we are both happier that way. So when I arrived at the truck stop I didn’t see him waiting outside. I could see several trucks parked with the drivers still sleeping inside I figured. It was a little chilly this early in the morning, at least too chilly for those slut shorts and jock. But I know he would be out here advertising or waiting for me, so it was odd when he wasn’t. Then I saw him step out of a truck, a little wince as he touched down on the ground, and there was a larger man standing there waiting on him. He took him by the shoulder and walked him into the truck stop. I saw the moment Slade saw me and the look on his face said he felt bad for making me wait but we both knew that he had a service he had to provide. And of course my man being as gifted a slut as he is, he was at my car in 10 minutes later. “Sorry to make you wait”, Slade said as he kissed me after getting in. He tasted of cock and cum. I wanted to fuck him in my car, but knew I would enjoy it more when we got home. “Not a problem, glad to see you are well and successful.” “Thanks, we can go now” “Are you sure you are out of cocks to drain?” “There is always more, but no more around here.” “I don’t mind waiting” “I know, but I’m fresh filled now and I don’t wanna wait around like a lot lizard and feel all the cum absorb in, dry out, or slide out while I wait for another one.” He said as he fingered his hole to get it good and coated and feed it to me to taste. “Fuck that tastes amazing” “Thanks, I’m ready” “Well okay then, need me to fuck you and send you back out?” “Take me home, enjoy the cum buffet, pound out my sloppy abused hole, lick my cum crusted body, and I will get some rest, and we can talk about future plans”

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

Part 2 I laid back on the bed, out of breath and covered in cum. I had just had one of the best wanks I ever had and, not only that, I had shot probably the biggest load of my whole life. I was feeling reflective as I cleaned myself up, showered and then cleaned and put away the dildo. What was I thinking? It was madness to want to have unprotected sex with Aidan, a guy who was not only HIV positive but not on any meds. I couldn't do that to Ryan - and I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind. I knew that was absolutely the right thing to do, but I also knew it wasn't going to be easy. There was something about Aidan that just made me want to pull my pants down and bend over for him - however risky that may be - and I have to admit that I found it hard to get him out of my mind. I was still wanking every opportunity I got and most of the time (well, all of time, really) I was thinking of Aidan and imagining what it would feel like to be penetrated by his big, thick cock - his big, thick, poz cock! It didn't help that Aidan always seemed to be around - he was still not working and was spending a lot of time in his garden. He was often in the garden when I was going out to work and again when I came back in the evening. He didn't say anything, other than normal neighbourly greetings, but there was something about the way he looked at me - as if he knew that one day I was going to let him fuck me. I knew I would have to be careful - Ryan was going away for a long weekend in a couple of weeks - each year he attended a conference for sexual health professionals and volunteers and he always enjoyed it. I really didn't want him to go this time, as I was not entirely sure I could trust myself, but I knew he was really looking forward to it and I knew it wouldn't be fair to try to stop him. I was horny all the time, and fucked Ryan every chance I got. He seemed to be extra horny too and we were having a really good time in bed (and various other locations in the house!). But still I couldn't get Aidan out of my mind. One day at work I was so horny I had to have a wank in the toilets. I was sitting at my desk, working on an IT project when I could smell the aftershave that Aidan often wore. I wasn't sure who it was at first and then I realised it was Aaron - one of the HR team who sat at the next bank of desks to us. He was quite a nice guy, quite good looking in an ordinary, straight guy kind of way, and he and his girlfriend had just had their first child. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work - hoping that no one would notice that I now had a monster erection. I got up and discreetly made my way to the toilets. I went into a cubicle, pulled down my pants, closed my eyes and began to wank. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load, and I couldn't help groaning quite loudly. Hoping that no one else was in the toilet, I cleaned myself up and exited the cubicle. Aaron was standing at the urinal. He grinned at me "It sounded like you were having a wank in there!" he said. I could feel myself going brick red but then Aaron grinned again and stepped back from the urinal, exposing his cock which was still in his hand. I could see it was at least semi-hard as he said "Maybe I could join you some time!" I realised that Aaron was serious and I was really surprised that he might be up for it. I found it even harder to concentrate on my work as I watched Aaron working at his desk and I couldn't help wondering just what Aaron might be up for. I didn't see much of Aidan over the next week, and somehow that seemed to make me want him even more. One afternoon I was working at home, on the IT helpdesk, looking out of the window every now and then to see if Aidan was in the garden. One time I looked out the front window and saw a young blond guy who looked about 19 or 20 coming out of Aidan & Peter's house. I knew Peter was at work, and from the way the guy looked at Aidan who had seen him to the door, I instinctively knew that Aidan had just fucked him. A couple of days before Ryan was due to go away on his weekend, he invited Aidan and Peter to dinner. I was looking forward to seeing Aidan, but somehow felt a bit nervous - I had been absolutely sure that Aidan wanted to fuck me, but now somehow I wasn't so sure. The evening went well, Aidan seemed his normal self although a little bit quieter than normal. He explained that he had been not been so well over the past week or so and his viral load was still dangerously high. I got up to get some more wine from the kitchen, hoping that no one would notice the erection that was suddenly pushing out the front of my trousers. I went to the sink to rinse out a couple of glasses and then I heard someone behind me. It was Aidan. He put his finger over his lips and came towards me. Suddenly his arms were around me and, as I pushed back against him, his hands unbuttoned my trousers and he pulled them down below my bum along with my pants. Then I realised Aidan's pants were down too, and I felt his bare cock rubbing up and down my arse crack! This was madness! "I'm going to fuck you so hard!" he breathed in my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes!" I whispered "No condom?" "No condom!" I groaned "And I'm going to cum right up your arse!" The head of his cock was pushing against my arsehole as he said this and then, suddenly, his cock was back in his pants and he had left the kitchen and re-joined the others. I pulled up my pants, my fingers trembling as I buttoned up my trousers. I swallowed a whole glass of wine and then made my way back to the others. As I sat down, Ryan was talking about his weekend away and Peter said to me "It looks like you guys are going to be on your own this weekend!" explaining that he was going away this weekend too. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. On the Friday, I left work a bit early so that I could drive Ryan to the station. He kissed me as he got on the train and I made my way back to my car I got a message. It was from Aidan, who said he would come over about 7 and would bring plenty of alcohol. Aidan arrived exactly on time, and grinned at me as he placed the alcohol he had brought on the kitchen table. I went to get some glasses, and once again I felt him behind me. His arms went round me and I pushed back as he started to unbutton my trousers. I didn't stop him and a few seconds later, my trousers and pants were at my ankles and Aidan was down behind me. I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and then his tongue was in my hole. It felt like an electric shock and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then! Aidan licked my hole for a while longer and then told me to turn round. He stood up and unzipped himself and then I was face to face with the cock I had craved for so long! I wasted no time in going down on him - sucking his cock like my life depended on it and enjoying every second of it. Part of me wanted to make him cum so that I could taste his dirty cum but mostly I just wanted to make him as horny as I could so that he would fuck me into the middle of next week and shoot a really big load up my unprotected arse! A short time later, I was on my back on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down as Aidan lined up his cock and pushed it against my arsehole. "Wait!" I said. I had to take my wedding ring off before he penetrated me. Aidan saw what I was doing. "No!" he said "Leave it on!" I did as I was told and seconds later I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. There was no turning back now, even if I had wanted to and a short time later, he had pushed his big cock right up my hole - my soon to be pozzed hole.. "Fuck me!" I said "You really want this, don't you?" said Aidan with a grin as he began to thrust his cock up my arse." "Yes!" I groaned "I want it!" Aidan grinned again "I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you!" He was fucking me properly now - thrusting his big poz cock up my arse repeatedly. I don't think I had ever felt my arse so full and I had never been so turned on. "Fuck me!" I moaned "Fuck me and cum in me!" "You know I'm going to poz you, don't you?" said Aidan as he thrust even harder up my arse. "Yes!" I was almost crying now. I knew he was getting close and I moaned "Do it, fucking do it!" And then I said it "Poz me! Poz my fucking cunt, you dirty bastard!" Aidan grinned. I could tell he was really close now and as he thrust hard up my arse a few more times, I actually felt his cum pumping into me. I had never felt this before and it sent me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. We were both out of breath now and I laid back on the table as Aidan pulled his cock out my arse. A few minutes later his cock was semi hard again and he pushed it into my mouth. I had certainly never sucked a cock that had just been up my arse before, but somehow it seemed perfectly natural to take into my mouth and suck on it and a few minutes later Aidan was fully hard again. He took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. He pushed me gently down on the bed and pulled my legs apart. A few seconds later I was being fucked again - this time in the bed I shared with Ryan. Aidan fucked me hard and fast and before too long he had shot a second load of toxic cum right up me. He left shortly after and, just as I was wondering what the fuck I had done, Ryan phoned me. It was so good to hear his voice and we talked quite naturally - but all the time I was conscious that my arse felt really full and I was having trouble keeping all the cum in my hole. We talked for a while longer and then Ryan said he was tired and was going to bed. "I love you," he said "I love you," I replied, and just at that moment, two loads of high viral cum slid out my arse into my pants. I had crossed the line and over the rest of that 3 day weekend, Aidan fucked me repeatedly. We fucked in every room in the house and in every position - on my back, riding his cock, kneeling up on the bed and bent over with my pants down. I couldn't get enough of his cock and his cum and over the three days he must have shot eight to ten loads up me. It was like I was a different person. I met Ryan at the station on the Monday evening and it felt like I was back to my normal self again - this was the person I wanted to be with. But what was I going to do? I had debated this with myself over and over again. I knew I should tell him what I had done, but I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do that. I decided that I would get tested and if I was positive, I would tell him. In the meantime, I would just have to find an excuse not to have sex with him. That night we got ready for bed and when I came out of the toilet in just my pants, Ryan was sitting on the bed, naked. He grinned and pulled me towards him. Before I could stop him, he had my cock out my pants and was sucking me. I was hard in no time, as always when Ryan sucked my cock, and he grinned at me again. Then he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs back, exposing his arsehole. "I've been looking forward to this all weekend," he said "Fuck me!"

(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.

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?

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.

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It’s not like I keep a logbook, but most of my scenes are in ‘spurts’. I tend to have wild scenes at sex parlors and other venues followed by a dry spell. This way the sex act seems new, varied or fresh, the ass ring is taut and ready to do a token resistance. It is more fun falling off of the ‘Sin Wagon’ than climbing on. So here is an example of my last load(s) (of a few out of thousands)! I am quite the sexual tourist, enjoying what comes. My last trip was to Toronto from Virginia for an Anniversary. When I was younger, I quickly learned that there was no need for expensive hotels when you can sleep at the bathhouse as well as have lots of fun there! Niagara was hot (for there – 70 Degrees F), but Toronto was rainy and cool in March (you see what I mean by dry spells), I ignored SteamWorks and went to my fav rough(er) trade destination Spa Excess. After such a log drive and the build up I was in no condition to Top more than a few seconds so I found a spot in the GH booths and backed up to an open hole and waited. Earlier I had seen a wasted guy thus my pulse was pounding. What was that? A probing, then some ass play, then a rough fuck. I heard a question – ‘can I come over’? I said please do. It was cute college age kid and he did a repeat performance. The first fuck ad been without lube, just moist. I was listening for screeching sounds as his cock forced its way into my guts but his Pre eventually balanced my pain/pleasure and I was moaning like a uknowwhat. By the time he had dropped his second load I was in Hog Heaven! It was only the following evening when I was in New York State that I mused on what would have been the response from the US Border Agents had I declared 2 loads of Prime Canadian Cum at the border? Toronto was also a place where I accepted an invite for foot play and toe sucking which I would normally not have done had I not been inspired by the stories on Breeding Zone. The dry spell before that was after I went a little (too) hog wild even for me in November and December. I was in California for another Anniversary. I went to LA And then down the coast to SanDiego. My timing was slightly off so the bathhouse was closed. I went by the Marine Corps Recruit Depot that I had earned my EGA at many years ago and a sign caught my eye. MCRD is right next to the airport and there was a sleazy looking but large adult bookstore with garish neon lights like only the best holes have. I made my way to the theaters – there were mixes of gay and bi porn playing. I then realized I looked too much like a cop, but crowd caution calmed a bit since most Vice cops do not wank like Peewee and finger their holes at establishments targeted for raids. Eventually a nearby patron turned and gave me the full Monty which I immediately hilted with my mouth and started vacuuming. I lost some of his load straight down my throat though it was not really a ‘loss’, but the rest I spat on my fingers after savoring it and rubbed it on my hole which I then presented to the sparse audience. This was not a practiced move, and perhaps was not the approved script of the way things are done, but I got three more loads and left with a satisfied mind. On my way back to the East Coast, I went through Texas and while my schedule would not get me into Austin to see the new Eagle, I arrived in Dallas the next day. My dear friend from Dallas values our friendship and I have never been able to convince him to fuck me with his blessedly large member, but Club Dallas was close enough after I had checked out the new Dallas Eagle. I played with a guy on the fuckbench and got mounted in the steam room with only sweat for lube. In this year of 2025, on the 50th Anniversary of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I continue my learned mantra of ‘Don’t Dream it’, Be It! I know that I am a man with needs, therefore I needs to be a pig slut. The AI response from the ether-verse is: The phrase "loads make me happy" is a casual way of expressing that many things, or a large amount of things, contribute to your happiness. It suggests that multiple factors, not just one, bring you joy.

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"

**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

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

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

Agreed. It turns out though, that the "advisors" (drawn substantially from his family) were more interested in protecting their loved-one than investigating more prudent courses of action. I also believe that his situation was more advanced than we knew, which illness cannot be blamed on him. Dementia causes pain to everyone - across the board - and in this case, an entire nation. It was no favor to the nation to cover up the seriousness of the situation. Illness is illness - and no one purposefully gets that kind of sickness. What is, simply is. I an not apologizing for supporting the former President to the end; he was a lifelong good and decent man, serving his nation with honor and dignity, but I am saying that it was a costly decision for all concerned to push him into a second run. Had the stirrer-of-the-pot not been the nominee for this term, things may have been different; but we can't rewrite history. A good and decent man, servant of the Nation for many decades, should have been allowed to retire with his well-earned dignity intact, instead of being forced to soldier on until the bitterest of ends.

Please keep this story going!! So fucking hot!

This is dream living for us power bottoms. We are builty for promiscuous group use and live for those settings where we can be the Lust-filled goats we are. Having a top that keeps us used is a gift.

Went to SBN for the first time on June 1. To anyone who is on the fence about going, I can only say it was the hottest fucking scene I have ever imagined: hundreds of naked men fucking bb and getting fucked all over the place. The setup is awesome, and the mix of men is fantastic—all types, all races. Just amazing, really. Like a BBRT fantasy come to life.

buddy booths This one in nyc was disgusting But I fucked him anyway

Over the weekend I got together with a fuck buddy I met several months ago at one of my regular orgies. He's a thick 8 in cut with a wicked curve, and when he gets hard it's ROCK hard. Meanwhile, I'm locked in a microcage and wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a bandana as a blindfold, and he pulls me onto him and starts to push my head down on his cock. I start deep throating, against the curve, deeper and deeper in, until he had me to the hilt. And then he started to fuck my throat, thrusting harder and deeper as I gagged and choked. I had my first two caged sissygasms from the throat fucking. After what seemed like forever but was probably around 25-30 minutes, his dick was so coated in throat slobber that we didn't need any lube, I just hopped on and started riding. He fucked me so hard and deep he milked my prostate and I was dribbling cum for the next 20 minutes before he fucked a pissgasm out of me. As I was left laying in a puddle of my own piss, he dragged me to the edge of the bed, pulled my head over the side, and (this time with the curve) throat fucked me and choked me so deep, long, and hard my eyes were bulging and I shot yet another load. He fucked me for another 45 min or so before using my throat to lube up his cock to jerk off, and right when he was about to cum jammed his cock all the way down my throat and shot right into my guts, then pulled out, stuck it in my loose cunt, and fucked me until he came a second and a third time, during which time I had another two pissgasms. He left me wrecked, moaning, and hungry for more. I haven't slept as well as I did that night in months.

I see nothing wrong with the post that caused you so much grief. I interpreted your question the way it was intended. Obviously and sadly, others did not.

In a homeless mans tent 😉 on Skid Row, got fucked all night

1. put my things away and head to the shower 2. Walk around and check some guys out - maybe make small talk at first 3. (depends on how slutty I'm feeling) get ass up 4. Collect as many loads possible in each area of the bathhouse 5. suck up all the sleazy guys and offer them my hole 6. Do it all over again

Wow what a story. Amazing cannot wait for more. Sure wish is was in that boys positon

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!

Men definitely suck better then women, I've had a few girls who enjoyed sucking cock but most do it out of obligation. Men on the other hand, suck because they love having hard cock in their mouth and crave the load. I LOVE sucking str8 guys off, such a turn on taking their load knowing it normally goes into a woman's pussy. Wish more str8 guys would realize guys give great head and for free LOL CL used be heaven for us cock suckers. Post an ad saying you're in a hotel... damn the good ol days.

My first long term relationship was with a black man. I was infatuated with him. To this day he was the single greatest influence on me sexually, spiritually, and gave me the confidence to be who I am today. With that said, I really didn’t think about his color until someone brought it up. Sometimes it was him. lol. He was and still is incredible in bed. I do tend to gravitate towards black men over white. I am not sure if it’s because I have an overt attraction or if it’s because I attribute who I am to a black man. Either way I really try not to make it a factor in my experience of pleasing men.

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 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

Sorry for the long delay in continuing this story. Sam was welcomed into the party by the other men, and he seemed to be pretty at ease despite how unusual a situation it presumably was for him. He happily knocked back a couple of glasses of champagne, but I knew he must be in a certain mood when he reached for a packet of cigarettes and lit one up. It was only confirmed when he lit up a second almost as soon as the first was done. “Sam” I said, “can I speak to you for a sec?” He nodded, and we both got up and headed back into the hallway by the front door. “Listen” I said, “I need you to know what this is.” “OK” he said, grinning at me. “But if you’re going to tell me that this is a party where you and Bailey are going to get fucked nonstop by a bunch of old men, I’ve got that part clocked already.” “Yeah” I said, “that’s what it is, but there’s more.” I proceeded to tell him everything. Bailey joined us, but I did all the talking as I let Sam know the whole, unadulterated story. As much as the prospect of him becoming the third member of our house to he poz gangbanged got me hard as anything, and as much as I think Bailey maybe wanted it to happen without Sam’s knowledge, I couldn’t let that happen. This was probably going to blow up everything we had at the house, but I knew it was better coming from a place of honesty rather than Sam being unwillingly infected with our full knowledge. “That’s hot” Sam said, once I’d finished. “What?” I replied. “It’s hot” he said. “You two getting gangfucked and pozzed is hot, so count me in.” “What?” I said again, a bit dumbfounded. “What do you mean ‘what’?” Sam said. “You two found it hot, so why can’t I?” “But you’re…” I began. “I’m what?” Sam said. “Straight? Nah, that ship sailed ages ago.” “Are you gay?” Bailey asked. “Reckon I’m pan” Sam replied. “And fucking kinky” he added, with a devilish grin. “This is more than a kink” I said. “Yeah, I know that” Sam said. “But it’s still fucking hot, and I want in.” I was torn, as I knew that something was just fundamentally wrong here. However, I also knew that Sam was going to get himself fucked by all the guys whatever I said to him. He had the same energy as he displayed back at the house whenever he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and headed out to the shed, like he’d set his mind on this and would not be satisfied until his hole was gaping. I knew that I could ask Omar and the others not to touch him and they would honour that, but that would not go down well with my housemate and could really fuck things up. The fact was, he was here, in this moment he wanted it, and despite my doubts I knew that having a third member of our house join us in this was going to be hot as hell. So, despite my misgivings, I relented. “Fine” I said. “If you’re sure, then let’s go get you pozzed up like Bailey and me.” “You two are poz?” Sam asked. “Yeah” said Bailey, “that flu we had was us converting.” “Fucking hot” said Sam, licking his lips. “You’re really into this” said Bailey. “Fuck yeah!” said Sam. “Then let’s go get these guys to fuck you all night” I said, “and then we’ll keep fucking you round the clock at the house until you convert.” “Yeah?” said Sam. “Including you?” “Aaron tops now” said Bailey, grinning. “You’ll fucking love it.” We all laughed, before heading back into the living room. I announced to everyone that Sam wanted to become the third member of our house who got pozzed, so the night would be shifting focus from the Recharge Party that had been planned to yet another gangbang of a hunky neg jock. Everyone cheered, before I added that Bailey and I still intended to leave with our holes well-used, causing another cheer from the excited group of men. Then, without any further ado, we all got up and headed out into the garden and over to the playroom. “Before we begin” I said, “just a couple of things. First, Sam here likes to smoke while he’s being fucked, so make sure at least one of his hands is free, and give him and ashtray if he’s in the sling. Second, if it’s OK, Bailey and I would like to fuck him after Omar’s initiation. Then you can all have at it with him and us.” Everyone agreed, so I stepped back and let Omar take over running things as normal. He wasted no time in getting Sam stripped naked, before he put our housemate in a thick padded leather collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. He then led him over to the sling, encouraged Sam to lie back, and then attached his ankle cuffs to the chains. He plopped an ashtray, lighter and pack of cigarettes on Sam’s chest, and then got to work rimming and fingering our friend. Sam moaned in appreciation, before lighting up a cigarette, closing his eyes, and settling in. However, Omar had barely crouched down to start prepping his latest jock for conversion when he stood up and got between Sam’s legs. “You’re loose” Omar said. “Been riding big dildos all afternoon” Sam said, grinning while keeping his eyes closed. “Fuck” Omar growled, before pushing himself into Sam in one quick thrust. “Oh fuck yeah!” Sam yelled. “Take my poz cock you hungry little cumdump” Omar yelled back at him. “Fuck yeah!” Sam panted. “Fucking poz me up.” Bailey and I looked at each other wide-eyed, realising the our friend was perhaps even more into this than we had been. We then turned back to watch Omar working himself into a furious rhythm, clearly egged on by how much Sam wanted to be fucked and bred. It didn’t take long for our housemate to get his first poz load of the night. Then, once Omar had withdrawn, I indicated for Bailey to step up. He slid straight into Sam and began to fuck him, grunting a little as he accelerated to fast and deep thrusts almost immediately. Sam’s eyes remained closed, a goofy smile on his face, and he took Bailey’s powerfuck without any trouble at all. There were rapturous carnal yells from both of them as Bailey slammed in and planted his poz seed into a neg hole for the first time. “Sam” I said, as I stepped between his legs to replace Bailey, “look at me.” Sam opened his eyes and looked up at me, and we maintained eye contact as I slid into his gaping wet hole. However, I then held in place, and we just looked at each other for a moment. I then reached down and took the packet of cigarettes, lighting up two before passing one to Sam. He put it between his lips and took a deep inhale, and only as he was exhaling did I start to slowly rock back and forth. “Fuck yeah Aaron” he said, “that feels so good.” “Yeah it does” I said. “Going to be fucking you a lot from now on.” “Yeah” Sam panted. “Fuck me all the time.” We kept eye contact throughout the fuck, only breaking when it was time to light up another couple of cigarettes. Unlike Omar and Bailey, I kept to a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally rotating my hips a little to work his insides differently, and it was clear he was loving every minute of it. Despite my slow speed, there was an incredible intensity to it, though nothing like what was there between Bailey and me. I had no feelings for Sam in that way, but there was definitely a deep connection. I found myself wondering afterwards if I would feel that with all the other housemates if or when I got a chance to fuck them too. Maybe I wasn’t such a bottom after all? Eventually I could feel my loins brewing, and only then did I start to thrust a little harder. Sam panted more and more as I sped up, our eyes locked together right through my orgasm as I flooded his bowels with my newly-toxic seed. I remained buried inside him as I came down, before slowly slipping out of him. I crouched down and gently fingered his hole, before leaning in and licking off the cum that was starting to drip out of his wide-open hole. Once the flow had stopped, I stood back up and looked him in the eyes again. “Everyone here is going to fuck you now” I said. “I want them all” Sam panted, causing me to smile. Omar fetched the bucket from the bar so the men could draw numbers, while I headed over to a sofa to slump down next to Bailey. He put his arm round me as we watched the first of the men step up to fuck Sam, and I leaned into him so my head was resting against his. “This is wild” he whispered to me. “This is fucking hot” I whispered back, causing him to chuckle. We sat and cuddled for the whole duration of Sam’s time in the sling, watching as the men all took their turns to fuck, breed and poz our housemate. His enthusiasm for what was being done to him never abated, which still blew my mind as until that evening I had thought of Sam as just a straight guy with an occasional anal kink. He was instead now on course to become a pozzed-up pansexual, and probably a bit of a menace to society as a result. It was fucking hot. Once the last guy had blown in him, Omar headed over to the cabinets and brought back an array of buttplugs. He pushed a medium one into Sam, but it went in with such ease that he changed his mind and pulled it out. The fourth one that he inserted, which was essentially a long and very thick dildo with a bulbous base to keep it in, seemed to satisfy him after Sam groaned loudly when it was pushed into him. Only once it was inserted and clearly staying in place did Omar stand up, release the ankle cuffs from the sling chains, and help Sam to his feet. Our housemate joined us and the rest of the men at the sofas, gingerly perching himself down as the enormous plug in his hole was pushed in deeper. We all then enjoyed some more champagne and cigarettes while chatting about anything and everything, giving the older men the chance to get their energy back. “Gentlemen” Omar eventually announced, after standing up to face us all, “it’s time for Round 2.” Everyone cheered. “Aaron and Bailey here will happily take more of your poz loads however you want them” he said, “but I think our new boy Sam is primed and ready for some double-fucking.” There was another cheer from the attendees. Sam, meanwhile, blushed while grinning. “So, spread out, enjoy yourselves, and make sure our hunky guests feel welcome” Omar said. Sam, Bailey and I looked around the leering faces of the men, and I could not help but feel butterflies in my stomach. The night had clearly just begun… To be continued

Part 8 Arther took the lead as he slowly fucked my mouth. As shady as he was, I did enjoy being able to suck cock. I’m not totally innocent, and I do have my own needs. I sucked on him for a few minutes, and he seemed to like it. Pivoting his warm rod in my mouth, I could feel the shape of his round head tap the back of my throat, my lips rubbing over his veiny shaft. My eyes looked up to his torso, which had little body fat, so I could see the muscle fibers of his abs as well as his veins. His hands rubbed my hair as he guided my head bobbing up and down on it. All the while, he liked his dirty talk. “Yeah, work that cock, boy. Your uncle taught you well, didn’t he?” I didn’t learn cock sucking from my uncle. But I just let him think what he wanted as long as we were both enjoying the moment. Even my nerves were starting to relax, and I could start to enjoy myself a little. After all the craziness that had happened until this point, I could do with some simple dick sucking. While keeping his cock in my mouth, Arther positioned himself on the bed, lying back while I lay down nursing on him. “That ass looks beautiful.” He reached over and kneaded my cheeks while I serviced his cock. “You know, my boys would love you. You would look great spending a weekend on my ranch. That ass would definitely get pushed to the limits in terms of depth.” My memory went back to Chester’s place when he told me about Arther’s kink. My ass trembled at the thought, and not in a good way. I’ve been pretty open so far, but I doubt I could handle that. Nor would I want to. Arther seemed to notice my physical disapproval. “Hm, perhaps you need some time to ferment on the idea. I’ll get you in the stables one of these days.” Arther’s thighs gripped my head, and his hips were bucking up into my mouth. He seemed to be really enjoying my mouthwork, that or he was getting distracted by his own fantasies. As his legs were wrapping around my head, I felt a pair of hands on my legs. Someone else was in the room. I just realized Arthur never closed the door. “Hey, Clarence, help yourself…” Arthur offered with a strained voice. He seemed like he was getting close. The hands on my legs moved up, and I felt a pudgy man get on the bed with us. He straddled me from behind. “I didn’t get much time with this one; the little rascal slipped off before I could breed him.” Clarence was on top of me? Oh, that’s not good. Sucking is one thing, but I wasn’t trying to offer my ass to anyone who walked in, especially not him. Arthur’s legs were still gripping my head, and he was face-fucking me. I couldn’t get up. “Don’t let me stop you. Slip that poz blaster in there.” Clarence laid his body down on top of me, and I felt his cock push into my ass. With Arthur’s cock getting harder and leaking pre in my mouth, Clarence started moving his hips up and down. The cock felt good inside me, but I was well aware he was a hair-trigger shooter. I was in a dangerous position. “Yeah, I’m about to shoot down your throat. Keep sucking.” Arthur made sure I wasn’t going anywhere till I swallowed his load. I was frantically trying to coax out his orgasm so he would let go. Clarence on top of me was having his fun, raw-fucking me at his own pace. “Yeah, that’s it. Gonna shoot. Swallow my cum, you little slut.” His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I felt it swell. Arthur started shooting in my mouth as I tried to gulp down the torrent of bitter salty fluids. I didn’t have much say in the matter since his head was nearly penetrating my esophagus. “Ah fuck, yeah!” Several ribbons of hot cum shot down my throat. Then it calmed down, and his thighs relaxed. I was able to pry my head off of him. Some cum still dripped down his shaft. It was sloppy and covered in spit and jizz. Once I was free from Arthur, I managed to shimmy myself out from under Clarence. His cock popped out of my ass, and he seemed disappointed. I got up off the bed and managed to breathe easily. I wiped the cum from my mouth, or what little there was trailing down my chin, since it was more of a direct deposit. Clarence sat up on the edge of the bed, his cock still rock hard and glistening. “Hey, I’m still a mess down here. You should clean it up.” Arthur stood up and motioned in front of me to finish the work. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed down on me. “Sit and lick me clean,” with Clarence right behind me. Arthur’s push made me sit in his lap. His cock plunging up my ass again. Clarence wrapped his arms around me and played with my nipples. Arthur brought my head down to lick his cock, taking in the rest of his cum that I missed. “That’s right, don’t waste it.” Clarence was moaning behind me, and I could feel his cock getting harder in my ass. “Go on, Clarence, get your nut off. Charge him up.” I knew what was coming next, and I wanted off of him immediately, but Arthur had his hands on my shoulders. “Wait, hold on!” I tried to object, then Clarence made his signature grunt. “Ugh…” his rock-hard cock started bouncing inside me. I was standing up in spite of Arthur’s grip. I just managed to pull my sphincter off of Clarence’s swollen, pulsing tip when “Ooof…” And Arthur shoved my shoulders down, and Clarence’s poz cock popped back in me. My ass reflexively clenched tight around his shaft. “Ah!” Clarence gasped and gripped my hips. “Ooof, yeah…” his hips trembled beneath me. “Aah, yeah, there it is!” Clarence moaned in bliss. I yanked my ass away, freaking out. Did I get off in time? Did he shoot it in me? I looked on the ground for evidence of him shooting outside. The floor had a lot of cum on it, both dry and wet. It was hard to tell. Clarence was stepping in some. “Like what you see?” Arthur grabbed my shoulder. “You should lick that up for him. You’re a foot pig for Chester, you can give Clearance the same treatment.” Arthur pushed me to the ground and brought my face to Clarence’s feet. “The boy likes licking feet? Well then, I won’t turn down a good servicing.” Clarence laid back on the bed and awaited the kinky play. “Go on then, start licking boy.” Arthur held my head down and Clarence raised his foot to my face. He rubbed his toes on my cheeks and smeared cold jizz on me. He swirled it around my lips until I had no choice but to open up and take his dirty toes in my mouth. At that moment I felt a cock slam into my ass. Arthur was getting ready for round two. “That’s it. Suck those toes while I unload in you.” Arther started violently fucking me while Clarence ensured his toes stayed in my mouth. Arther wasn’t the biggest, but he knew how to use it. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. But I didn’t know if he had anything I could catch. I enjoyed getting fucked for a while as I serviced Clarence’s feet, and my mind wandered. I was imagining Uncle Chester during Twister. His cock was so big it could reach depths Arther couldn’t. I was starting to miss the feeling of him in me. Even licking Clarence’s feet made me think of my uncle and his proposition of making me his foot pig. Part of me wishes we could have a normal uncle-nephew relationship, but I was becoming more open to the idea of giving into carnal lust with him. “Oh boy, gonna shoot. You ready for my load, boy?” Arther grunted. I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I got up from Arther despite his rough grip. He seemed disappointed. “Hey, I was so close!” “I… I need to find Chester.” I moved past the men and left the room in a hurry. I clearly wasn’t safe with them despite enjoying the first part of it. I wandered through the dark labyrinth of hallways trying to find Uncle Chester. I was about ready to leave this place, and if he wasn’t ready to go, then I’d tell him he could meet me back at his house. I was amassing an entourage of random men trailing behind me. As tempting as it was to play around with some of them, I figured I shouldn’t be playing with anyone else here since most of the men here are poz and not on meds. It took me a while to make my way through the underground maze. The place was big, and bodies were exchanging fluids in many rooms and open spaces. Coming to a dead end, I was in a hall that had multiple open, dark rooms. I wasn’t sure if they were all just rooms or if some of them led to other areas. I thought one of them could lead through and maybe my way in. There was a tv on the wall playing random porn clips and a chubby, bearish man sitting down on a bench. It was Clyde. “Hey there. Have you been having fun?” He was casually playing with his cock. “Kinda… I think I wandered into the wrong area.” “Why don’t you keep me company? Sit.” I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I sat next to Clyde. He put an arm around me and continued playing with himself. He wasn’t trying to fuck me or get me to suck him, so I was a little relieved I could get a bit of a break. “So not liking the place?” “Not really. This ain’t my kind of scene.” “Aren’t you Chester’s boy toy? I figured you’d be used to taking dirty loads.” I hesitated a bit, but I was honest with him. “I’m not his boy toy, I’m his nephew. I’m not poz either, so this place is a little scary.” Clyde looked surprised. “Oh wow, you definitely came to the wrong place then. So many men here would be all over you, wanting to knock you up.” “I don’t want that. Sex is nice, but I don’t want to catch anything…” My voice was starting to break a bit. “Hey now. How about you stay with me? I can keep these guys off you. I’m poz too, but undetectable, so you don’t have to worry about that from me.” Clyde’s offer sounded sincere. It would be nice to get some kind of protection here. I leaned into him and let myself feel vulnerable with him. It was the first time I started to feel semi-safe in this place. “Since you’re here, how about a blow job? I’d like to nut off again.” Before I could answer, he guided me to the floor on my knees and placed his cock at my mouth. At this point, I was getting a little desensitized to all the sexual advances, so I opened up and started sucking him. I was actually enjoying the taste of his fat cock in my mouth. Clyde moaned and let me take my time with it. After a few minutes, I heard someone approach and stop behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw it was the sickly old man from the steam room. The late stage poz guy. He was stroking himself in the corner, watching us. I thought he was going to leave after the steam room encounter, but I guess he was still on the prowl. Even in the dim red light, I could see almost every bone on him. Clyde guided my mouth back on his cock and rubbed my hair. I tried ignoring the sickly man and focusing on enjoying the cock in front of me, but I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of the sickly man watching in the corner. I was sitting on my knees with my back upright, so at least there wasn’t ease of access to my ass. Then I felt a foot rub my cock. Clyde was stroking me with it while I sucked him. I couldn’t help but moan and lean into his footwork. He was really skilled with it. Fuck, I definitely have a fetish for it now. He noticed how much I was responding to it and brought his feet up to my face, interrupting the BJ. I kissed his big, meaty soles and felt myself leak. “I knew you loved that.” Clyde gloated. He put a foot on my shoulder and forced me to the ground. He stepped on my face and pinned me to the floor as he made me continue service. I tried my best not to show how much I was loving it. During the foot domination, I felt hands on my ass. Oh no, in this position, my ass was sticking out. The sickly man was behind me. I felt his sticky, warm head tapping at my still sore hole. I was getting worried, but he didn’t push in. He just kept it at the entrance as he jacked himself. “You gonna paint his back? The boy isn’t too keen on poz loads.” I was flattered; Clyde actually seemed to be defending me. “I’ll shoot it on his cheeks; his warm pucker is kissing my tip sweetly.” His voice was still raspy and unwell. I was still a little uneasy, but if he was just going to beat off, then I would be able to continue kissing Clyde’s soft feet. He rubbed them all over my face and stuck his toes in my mouth. He gave a few gentle slaps and smeared my slobber on me, then stuck his toes back in my mouth as I sucked him. “Ah, gunna shoot…” the sickly man moaned with a strained voice. His tip was still on my hole as his hips were trembling. He still wasn’t penetrating, but it was pressing. “Ah, fuck, here it comes!” His body was spasming as I felt his tip throb, discharging a several-burst orgasm. “Agh!…” a hot ribbon of toxic sperm shot out, practically jet-spraying my hole. It gushed around my hole and started running down my taint. “Agh!…” his hips spasmed harder, and I felt my ring opening up. His high-pressure ribbon shot and added to the mess on my taint, running down my balls. Clyde put a foot on my lower back, and the weight brought my ass down. The sickly man’s cock felt like it slid in further. Oh shit, how deep is that? That’s not in me, is it? My ass was so sore from earlier that I couldn’t tell. “Agh!…” the man dropped his body on my back and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips attempted to plow in. My ring practically wrapped around his mushroom. “Agh!… Ahhh…” After a few more cock bursts, his orgasm subsided, and he sighed in satisfaction. Wait, I didn’t feel his cum run brown my balls. Where did those last shots go? The confusion distracted me enough that his cock plunged forward, and I felt him sink in. His hips met my ass with a wet slap. He was giving me slow thrusts. “Hey kid, clench your ass on my shaft. Try and milk out my last few drops.” He muttered in my ear. Clyde’s foot on my face made it too hard to respond. As the sickly old man dug his cock in deep, he gave my ass a slap. Out of reflex, my hole clenched around the base of his cock, and he withdrew almost all the way, his shaft getting squeezed by my sphincter. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.” He buried his cock in and slapped my ass again, withdrawing in sync with my ass clenching. He repeated that process a few more times. “Nice. You’re a stubborn one.” The man mumbled. His hard-on persisted, and he was going up and down on me as if he was trying to build up another load. “Looks like the two of you are busy having your own fun.“ Clyde withdrew his toes from my mouth and got up. He walked away, leaving me alone with the old man mounted on me. I was frozen in fear as I was now one-on-one with the sick old man. His hips made wet slapping sounds as he was fucking me. Gratuitous cum coated my ass balls and belly as it smeared on the ground. The man stopped fucking me and pulled out. Finally. “Let’s not waste this sauce.” He rubbed his cock against my balls in an upward swipe, then spread my ass with his fingers. “Nice little gape you have there.” Then aimed his cock at my open hole. I felt the gooey mess on his tip pressing in, and thats when I struggled. I managed to get out from under him and got to my feet. My ass and balls were dripping with his slime. “Don’t be like that. Let’s have some more fun together.” He reached for me, but I stepped away. “I need to go.” I left that area of the complex in search of where uncle Chester might be. Eventually, I found him sitting on a bench in an open room next to a hot tub. Several men were in the hot tub playing with each other, and Chester was having a conversation with some other men, stroking his big cock. I felt like it was time to leave, so I sheepishly approached in the hope I could get him to agree to let us go home.

(sorry for the delay) The quiet that descended as most of the guys headed out the door late morning was a godsend, as I sat at the kitchen table with a strong coffee and a very busy head. My mind was incoherently flitting between memories of the gangbang, the emotionally-charged encounter with Jeff, and the complete mess that was everything to do with Bailey. It had taken all of me to exhibit some sense of normality with everyone during the morning after my return, always feeling on edge that someone was going to bring up where I had been the night before. Fortunately everyone was so preoccupied with getting out to various sports venues, and eventually there was peace as almost all of them headed off. All except Bailey, who came into the kitchen freshly showered a few minutes after the place emptied. He pottered around making some breakfast and coffee for himself, before sitting down opposite me. “You OK mate?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just a bit tired.” He started eating and I went back to looking at my phone in a vain attempt to distract myself. “Can I ask you something?” he piped up after a while, causing my stomach to suddenly tie itself in knots. “Sure” I said, turning to look out of the window. “Where is it you go when you’re out all night?” he asked. I sat and stared out the window, my mind running through all sorts of vague ‘just here and there’ or ‘out and about’ answers I could give. But somehow I could not bring myself to dismiss this conversation. “I need a cigarette” I said, before taking a last gulp of my coffee, standing up and heading out into the back garden. As I was fumbling with my lighter in the breeze, Bailey appeared next to me having pulled on someone’s hoodie that had been on a chair. I held the pack out to him, he took one, and once I had got my own lit I helped him do the same. We stood on the patio for a moment, before I went over and sat down on a bench against the wall of the house with him then following suit, both of us staring out over the rather patchy lawn. “I guess we need to talk about some stuff then” he said. “Yeah” I said. “Do you want to go first, or shall I?” he said. “I think I better” I replied. “Once I’m done, we’ll see if you still want to say anything to me at all.” What followed was a semi-chronological, only partially coherent monologue, with me recounting to him my first explorations of sex outside of the house, the escalation in the seediness of what I was after, and the eventual arrival at Harry and Sid’s. I gave him some details of what had gone down the previous night, and then came on to my confusion and internal conflict over him. When I was done, we sat in silence for a while, before he reached for the packet of cigarettes next to me and lit himself another. “So you’re deliberately trying to get pozzed” he said. “I probably already have been” I replied, after lighting up another cigarette myself. “I can’t explain it really, but it just feels like something I need.” “OK” he said. “OK?” I asked, after waiting to see if he was going to say anything more. “Yeah, OK” he said, before turning to me. “Mate, we’ve all assumed you have been out there getting something you don’t get here, and now at least I know what it is.” “Oh” I said. “You mean you guys have talked about me?” “Yeah” he said, with a warm smile. “But in a good way.” I smiled back at him, momentarily feeling at ease before I remembered I had just laid literally everything out bare to Bailey. “But” he said, “before we talk about the other thing, I think it’s only fair if I come clean too.” “About what?” I asked. “Well” he began, “it’s about all the girls I’ve been sleeping with outside the house.” “Yeah?” I asked. “There, um, haven’t been any” he said, turning back to look at the garden. “I, er, well…” “It’s OK” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder. “After what I’ve just revealed, you can tell me anything.” He took a couple of deep draws on the cigarette, and then stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting between us. “We’re not so different” he said. “Because when I’ve said I’ve been out sleeping with girls, I’ve actually been with guys.” “Yeah?” I said. “Older guys” he continued. “I, er, kind of like giving myself to older guys.” “Well, you know I get that” I said. “What do you do with them?” “I fuck them, or they fuck me” he said. “Mostly them fucking me.” “With condoms?” I asked. “No” he said. “Are you on PrEP?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “Have you been tested?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I would never bring something into the house.” “But you’re not taking any precautions” I said. “I told you we weren’t so different” he chuckled. We sat for a moment, with him looking out at the garden while I instead gazed at him from the side. “I love you” he suddenly said. “Like, when you said earlier about your confusion about me, I just wanted you to know that for me it’s easy because I know that I love you.” I was a little too stunned by this sudden declaration to say anything, and we sat motionless and silent for quite a long time. But as I emerged out of my own head I realised his eyes were beginning to dampen, and gut instinct took over. I lifted the ashtray off the seat and put it on the armrest next to me, and then I slid over and put my arm around him. He leant his head against me, and I squeezed him tight as I buried by nose in his hair. “Are you gay?” I quietly asked. “Yes” he said. He then raised up his head and turned to me, and I dove in and planted my lips on his. The kiss was short but intense, before we separated but then rested our foreheads against each other. “Take me with you next time” he whispered. “What?” I replied. “When you go and see those guys again, take me with you” he said. “I want to be part of it with you.” My mind was reeling, as this conversation had been unlike anything I had experienced before. I had come out as a probably-pozzed-already bugchasing cumdump to a man I then professed confused feelings for with some certainty that he would reject me. Now here he was saying he loved me, confessing to being a bit of a cumdump for old men himself, and seeking to join me on this journey. It was a hell of a lot to take in. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You know what it means.” “Yes” he said. “It means we can do it together, and not have to worry.” I decided right then to go with it, and not let my doubts or confusion get in the way. I didn’t know whether I loved Bailey too, but in that moment I knew that I easily could if given time and headspace to sort it all out. What I definitely could do was be someone with a partner, and especially an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous stud who wanted to share in the fun exploits I enjoyed without judgement or concern. I wouldn’t rush into anything to make sure he had time to think it all through, not least because Harry, Sid and the others would no doubt need a few days to get their energy back, but given the risks Bailey had been taking already I suspected that following my lead was going to come naturally to him. Either that, or he was going to have a panic-stricken epiphany, sort himself out, and then get on PrEP. But that could all wait, and for now I decided just to bite the bullet. I pulled him back in tighter and put my lips to his again, and this time we kissed deeply and for a long time. Eventually the heat of it took us over and we headed back inside and up to bed, where for the next few hours while the house was empty, Bailey made love to me repeatedly and without restraint. It was the kind of session where the world shrinks to just the bed and the two of you, connected as though sharing one body, and I don’t think either of us had ever experienced anything like it before. We were so worn out by the end that we did not bother to get up when we heard some of the other guys starting to return, and just allowed ourselves to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. To be continued

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

When I came back in this kid was cleaning her pussy and sucking out the cum and pussy juice Dan and filled her up with and hi sown I guess. He pulled out and said fuck this is hot, I hot off twice in her and she taste so fucking good. I had plans for this kid, he climbed on her and fuck her for five minutes and shot off again and pulled out and before he could get a chance to go down on her again I said what is your schedule like tonight, can you come back and do this all over again. We are running short on time and if you are free at 4 today you can have her again. He said sure as he tucked his dick back in his sweats and pulled on his t-shirt. Rock hard as he left and said he would be back at 4. The kids turned me on, he was so young and fresh and the fact that he ate all of Dan's cum was hot as fuck. I pulled my dick out and slid into Molly and she was so wet, he had sucked and licked as much of Dan's cum out and shot his wad again so between the two of them her pussy was sloppy and wet. I fucked her for ten minutes and shot my load in right beside the kids. Pull out and I was all frothy with our cum and thought one day that little boy is gonna suck my dick clean after fucking some cum filled woman. I whipped my dick off and not more then five minutes later another knock at the door. I opened the door and this pretty little guy was standing there. The other kid was tall and average looking, skinny as fuck with a big dick and this little guy could model and maybe he did if he is not he can make some good money. He stood 5'8 nice muscled chest and arms. I invited him in, honestly I rarely ever thinking of fucking a guys ass but if I do and it has happened all of three times this would be what they need to look like, pretty as fuck and have a bubble butt that is begging for cum. I asked him his name and he told me Derick, must want to fuck him since I never asked the other kid what his name is I think it was Rick if I remember from his first email. I guided Derick over to her and asked him how much experience he has and he said he just watched porn. I told him he needed a mentor and a hot women to explore and he had found both this weekend. He did not say anything and I had to ask him if that is what he wanted and he said yes. I told him to give me his hand and he did and I guided it to her breast while it was still in my hand and rubbed his hand over her breast and told him to squeeze it, I got behind him and nestled my crotch against his ass and he seemed uncomfortable but I told him I wanted to show him a few things and he relaxed as I grabbed her left tit and he worked her right one just like what I was doing. She was moaning and I told him to lift up his arms as we both stopped for a sec and I pulled off his shirt as he put his arms up above his head. He was tight and had a v from his shoulders down. I pulled my shirt off too, I was not sure why but I wanted to feel his skin against mine. We went back to touching, grabbing and twisting her nipples and I told him we should suck them and he got down and started to lick her nipple and I got on the other side and suck and nibbled and he watched and followed what did. I asked if he ever kissed a girl and he said only on the lips. Okay need to practice and I said kiss her, he tried and I said more like this and I grabbed her and made out with her and put my tongue in her mouth. Try again I told Derick and he did but not well,. Let me help you, I had a mentor help me when I first was with a girl. I grabbed his head and pulled him and and gave him a kiss, he was uncomfortable at first and I feel his resistance and then he started to enjoy it. We made out for two minutes and I pulled off and said I think you have it. We can practice again later but we need to move on. I started to slip off my pants and told him to do the same, He turned away so I could not see his junk but his ass is all I wanted to see anyway. I pushed down his pants while he was still in his shoes and then had to bend over to untie them. That sweet bubble butt spread just enough to see his pink hole. Such a sweet little cunt on that boy. I was boned when he turned around and he stared at my rod, He was too and his thick 7" would fit nicely in her but needed him to suck and lick her pussy clean like Rick had done. I told him it was time to eat pussy, it is one of the hottest things to do and that I made her cum a few times before he got there so she had pussy just for him to lick, suck and eat our of her. I asked if he had seen men eat pussy in porn and hopped up on the bed and said yes ad went down on her awkwardly but he was getting the job done. I rubbed her clit while he did it and she came again and he lapped away. I moved down to the end of the bed and told him what a good job she was doing as he was on his knees bent forward eating her up exposing his rose bud all hairless and perfect. I wanted to lick it but did not want to freak the boy out. I put on hand on his head pushing his tongue deeper into her and the other on his ass cheek and felt his ass. I kept telling him what a good boy he was and that she was loving it and he should suck and eat all her juice. While he was sucking her pussy I let my finger slip down and gently touched his little rose bud and he started to lift his head so I pushed him deeper on her. Ten second later told him it was time to fuck her and he got positioned and slide in her and hit was all of 20 seconds and he shot. I told him that was lesson one and he should come back at 4:45 and he agreed, He said I am still horny can't I stay and I told him I had things I needed to do but he should come back at 4:45 and not to cum before he fucked her again. I watched as he put on his clothes but I stayed naked and he kept watching my dick, I can make it bounce and I was so I could keep his attention. He thanked me for helping and asked if we could practice kissing again soon I told him of course boy and I leaned in and gave him a kiss and let me dick rub on his hand. I gave him a minute and he thanked me and said he would comeback and I saw him to the door and let him stare at me and my dick as he got into the car. Fuck he needs my dick in his ass in the worst way. I need to get her ready for the college boys coming to DP her.

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.

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 read the site policies carefully. I think I am good and can thread this story without any infringements. If the moderators disagree, then the story ends here. Otherwise, we might have fun. So, before I go on with any chapter(s), here is the introduction. Your modest author does not condone criminal activities like abduction, non-consensual relation, coercion, blackmail, physical abuse and stealthing, nor he approves right violation, systemic racism, therapy conversion, discrimination and any other "trumpinesque" idiotic actions we see these days against our community. But you should know, he will talk or refer about it in this story. The author admits having a twisted mind and, as in his other stories, everything is fictional with a small part inspired by real life events. Synopsis: A group of college students gets abducted during a spring sport field trip, a few weeks before the school year ends. They will all return home, eventually. And graduate, although it might not be how they envisioned it. Introduction “What do you mean we lost the entire team?” exclaimed Willem Bausch, Will for his friends, director of the Calder Sport’s Orientation Camp. “Well, probably not lost, but we just don’t know where they are” said his interlocutor at the other end of the line. “The bus should have been here, like, 2 hours ago”. “And you telling me this just now!”, an incredulous Will replied. “Well, the bus GPS shows that they are at a rest stop. Neither Coach nor the driver answered their phone. We called the rest stop, and the lady said that there is no bus there, and didn’t see one all morning. We sent Mr. Wilkins. He should have seen the bus on his way, but nada. Should we call the police?” *** “How many were they?” Chief Stripling asked. “What?... You lost 17 college baseball athletes, their coach and the driver…! In a bus trip…! You are kidding me, right…? No… ugh… I’ll send Jerry and Sandro right away. I’ll be there as well shortly” Chief Stripling looks at his phone. It was ten to two and it was Cinco de Mayo. No victory here today. He let out a long sigh. *** Coach Ignacio Perez and the driver Gus Taylor were found few hours later in the city public restroom - two blocks from the Calder camp, a 4-minute walk - tied, gagged and the door locked from the inside. The only thing they remembered was making the mandatory stop at the corner of 1st avenue and 32nd Street, and then nothing. Literally nothing. The team remains to be found. And thus, our story begins.

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....

“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 hospital where i work opened a dedicated Covid unit the first week of February 2020, i have >1600 hours caring for Covid+ patients, i had the hospitals first Covid patient. It was a new virus that rapidly mutated, and much of our understanding based on evidence is retrospective, because there simply was not any long term study evidence on a new virus to be had. I was the second person to get the vaccine at our hospital in December 2020. I did not make the decision easily, but after a year of watching patients die, with still little understanding or treatment available, i opted for the vaccine. Of course, there was only short term evidence available. Really, it was pretty amazing that a vaccine was available so early on. i knew first hand the risk of the variant we were dealing with at the time, and i knew of the potential risks of the vaccine. Neither was an easy choice, but i opted for the vaccine, and have had several boosters since. The current variants are more akin to the flu than the original Covid variants, they are less virulent, so the decision to get vaccinated now against Covid, to me, is similar to deciding on a flu vaccine. When the first vaccine came out, we still did not know how much immunity having had the disease would confer, so a decision to opt out of the vaccine when it came out would have been speculative. Given the efficacy of the vaccine, and our current knowledge of the virus, the virus does not confer immunity after being infected. The vaccine prevents or lessens severity of infection. When the first couple iterations of the vaccine came out, the delta variant of the covid virus was still particularly deadly, usually because it evoked a cytokine response that would overwhelm and essentially drown it's victims in cement ("cytokine storm"). I have not seen this severe of a response in the more recent infections, most of the people hospitalized (far fewer) have co-morbidities that put them more at risk.

Hell yeah, raw is law and must result in breeding.

Part Two They kept him drugged for days. In and out of consciousness for over 72 hours…whatever they were giving him made him happy, blissfully so and with how things had been lately…he embraced it. It took three days for the world to come back into focus…to stop being a blur of colors and sound and coalesce back into a room…a dingy room with a broken bed. His first thoughts were where…and then how…he sat up and the world twisted beneath him and he fell back onto the mattress moaning…not he was left with why. He laid there in the dirty bed for god knows how long, waiting for his stomach to settle and his headache to pass…but they never did. He sat up slower this time, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the room to stop spinning. The door opened and Harry walked in with bottled water, “Hey! My star is awake!” he handed Peter the bottle who opened it and downed it instantly. “Star?” Peter croaked. The man held up a tablet and pushed play. Peter watched in horror as he was fucked by some stranger…his head falling back as he moaned…his cock throbbing hard as precum leaked down the shaft… He looked away, pretty sure he was going to throw up now, “Turn it off.” Harry clicked pause, “But why? Dude you’re a fucking star! We’ve never had traffic like this…you’re a natural!” “I’m not gay…” Peter spat as his head pounded. “A lot of porn stars aren’t kid…trust me.” “I’m not a porn star!” Peter raged, turning to look at the man. Harry smiled, “Well you are now.” Peter groaned as he tried to stand and fell immediately back onto the bed. “What’s wrong kid, headache, dizzy? Cotton mouth? Maybe a little queasy?” Peter looked at him in shock, “What did you do?” He laughed, “I made you happy!” he exclaimed loudly, “And I can make you happy again.” He held up a small bag of white powder and Peter felt his heart sink. “You’ve been flying for three days now kid…that’s three days of withdrawals that you are going to get hit with and let me tell you, I don’t know what it is with you but this shit seems to fuck you up pretty bad!” Peter said nothing but he knew what it was, since the spider bite everything had been turned up to 11 with his senses. His nervous system had been rewired in ways that no one could fully explain…it would seem to reason that the effectiveness of the drugs was enhanced then the withdrawal pains would be too. As if on cue his stomach cramped and he winced. “Your choice kid, you can sit there and suffer or…” Harry knelt down so he could make eye contact, “You can get your first paycheck in this and feel so much better.” Peter closed his eyes, trying to ride out the pain but this was so much worse than any pain he had felt. It wasn’t physical, it wasn’t a punch or a blow…it was inside of him, clawing at him, digging in deep…he let out another moan and Harry chuckled. “Ok tough guy, have it your way,” and he stood up. “Wait,” Peter called out before he could change his mind, “Please make it stop.” Harry put the bag away and pulled a syringe out of his pocket, “One dose of happy coming up.” The needle was a small prick and Peter fell the warm flow as it moved up his arm, he closed his eyes and he waited for it to hit his heart… And boom, just like that the pain was gone. His whole body hummed as Peter fell back onto the bed arms stretched…relishing the warm happy that had returned. He laid there, his eyes closed in ecstasy when he felt a hand grasp his cock…he looked up slowly and saw Harry holding his dick, “You have a great cock kid,” and lowered his mouth onto it. Peter gasped as he felt the warm wetness of Harry's mouth envelop his cock, he was too high to protest or even think about what was happening. He just laid there and enjoyed the feeling of Harry's tongue swirling around his shaft. Harry took his time, licking and sucking every inch of the teen’s huge cock, watching his abs clench with each breath…Harry could not believe how hot this kid was. He moved lower to Peter’s huge balls and began to lick them as he stroked the spit-soaked cock with his hand. Peter moaned and bucked his hips, pushing his cock into Harry’s fist. Harry looked up at the teen, his eyes filled with lust, "You like that, huh? You like having your big cock played with?" Peter could only nod, his brain too fuzzy with the drugs to form words. Harry chuckled and went back to sucking on the peach sized balls as Peter slowly thrust up into his hand, fucking himself like a good little crack whore. Harry loved the way the kid's body responded to him, like he was made for this. he spread the boy’s legs as he went lower, licking his taint and gnawing on the delicate flesh. Peter squirmed and moaned, his cock throbbing as Harry's tongue teased him. Harry's fingers joined in, rubbing and pressing against Peter's hole, making him gasp and buck his hips. "Oh shit!," Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as Harry's fingers slipped inside him, stretching him open. Harry chuckled, "You like that, huh? You like having your tight little asshole played with?" Harry's fingers curled inside him, hitting that sweet spot that made Peter see stars. He couldn't help but push back against them, wanting more. Harry chuckled, taking it as an invitation to add another finger, stretching Peter wider. The slight burn only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through Peter's body. “Oh god…you’re in me!” Peter moaned, his hips moving in time with Harry's hand. “Wait! No…oh shit right there!” Peter cried out; his eyes wide as Harry's fingers found that spot inside him that made his entire body shudder. Harry grinned, as he finger fucked the teen savagely. Watching the boy’s perfect body shake and writhe like a cat in heat. Harry couldn't help but grin, he loved breaking in new talent, especially ones as gorgeous as Peter. He added a fourth finger, stretching the teen's tight hole wider, making him cry out in pleasure-pain. "Fuck, yes! Right there, oh god!" Peter screamed, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his abs. Harry could feel the boy's prostate swelling under his touch, ready to explode. Harry pulled his fingers out and Peter looked up at him breathless…eyes wide in shock. The look of sheer hunger on his face was impressive. Harry stood up and took his clothes off, he wasn’t much to look at but what he lacked in physical stature he made up for in cock size. A huge, thick uncut cock swung beneath his legs, a monster of meat that was slowly waking up. Harry sat back in his chair, stroking his cock to life, “Come on kid…come over and sit on Santa’s lap.” Peter looked at him in silence, his mind screaming at him not to do this…but the feeling of emptiness in him… Harry just grinned, “Come ride me kid and I’ll give you a little bonus on top of what I just gave ya.” The thought of another shot made Peter’s body shake and he found himself slowly getting off the bed and moving towards Harry his cock slapping up against his abs as he walked. “My god kid,” Harry commented, “You are fucking flawless, come on up here and ride my cock.” Peter slowly climbed up ion his lap, straddling the man’s lap, “I-I’m not gay…” he said softly. Harry grabbed his cock and lined up with the boy’s ass, “I know, that’s why this is so hot.” He reached out and placed his hands on Peter’s shoulder…and began to push the boy down. Peter resisted at first, his eyes wide with fear and shock, but Harry was insistent, “Come on kid, you know you want it. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back tears as he felt the fat head of Harry’s cock press against his virgin hole. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but it was no use. Harry was too big, too forceful. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Harry grunted, pushing harder. Peter winced, feeling the burning stretch as Harry’s cock forced its way inside him. He gripped Harry’s shoulders tightly, his nails digging into the man’s skin as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Harry grunted, his hands gripping Peter’s hips tightly as he began to move, pushing deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry growled, his voice heavy with lust. “Relax, kid. Let me in.” Peter took a deep breath, trying to will his body to relax, but it was no use. Every thrust sent a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through him. Harry reached up and pinched the boy’s nipples, the pain shocking him. Peter gasped as his hole relaxed for a moment and he slid down Harry’s huge cock. “Oh god!” Peter cried as he felt the man’s cock stretch his hole wide. He felt his ass clenching around the huge member as Harry stayed still, letting the boy adjust to his size. Harry leaned up and licked the boy’s ears which caused Peter to moan as he relaxed again, sliding even further down, “Oh fuck…oh…you’re in me…shit you’re so fucking big!” Peter exclaimed as he kept sliding further and further down, taking the whole cock into him. Harry grinned, enjoying the view of the boy impaled on his cock. He grabbed Peter's hips and started to lift him up and down, fucking him slowly at first, letting him get used to the massive invasion. Peter was gasping each time the man pushed into him…as his fucking donkey dick slid up and down his ass it smashed his prostate hard…sending chills through Peter’s body. After a few times Peter grew frustrated with the occasional nudge and began moving his hips to meet the man’s thrusts, making sure it hit that spot perfectly. Once he had the angle down Peter began to slam down hard on the man’s cock, his hands gripping his shoulders to brace himself as he rode that cock. Harry stopped moving and just watched this boy fuck himself on his cock. He couldn't believe how hot it was to watch this perfect specimen of a teenager take his cock like a champ. Peter's abs were glistening with sweat, his face contorted in pleasure as he slammed down on Harry's cock, taking it balls deep with each thrust. "Fuck, kid, you're a natural," Harry grunted, his hands gripping Peter's hips tightly. "Ride that cock, take it all." Peter moaned, his eyes locked with Harry's as he bounced up and down, his ass cheeks clapping against Harry's thighs. Peter’s mind was on fire, there was a voice in his head screaming he was fucking himself but it was drowned out by this louder sound that just kept saying MORE MORE MORE! It took Peter a second to realize it was him, chanting it as he rode Harry’s cock harder. Harry smiled, “You want more kid?” he grabbed Peter’s slim waist and slammed the kid down as he thrust up with all his strength, Peter let out a scream as Harry’s cock bottomed out inside him, filling him completely. “Fuck, yes!” Harry roared, “Take that cock, you little slut!” Peter let out a scream as Harry’s cock bottomed out inside him, filling him completely. “Fuck, yes!” Harry roared, “Take that cock, you little slut!” Peter could only whimper, his body shaking as Harry began to pound into him, his huge cock stretching the boy’s tight hole to its limit. Peter’s hands scrambled for purchase on Harry’s chest as he tried to hold on. Harry just laughed, “You like that, huh? Thought you were straight kid? What happened to I’m not gay?” Peter didn’t answer, he just slammed his body down on Harry’s cock over and over, frantically chasing that pleasure each time his prostate was tagged. “Such a fucking whore,” Harry said standing up, Peter riding his cock as he walked over to the bed. Harry and Peter fell back onto the bed, Harry’s cock slamming into the teen as he hit the mattress, his head flew back as he moaned wantonly. Harry pulled the boy’s legs apart and fucked him proper now, slamming his massive cock into the boy’s tiny hole with all his strength, the bed creaked as Peter was railed like a proper crack whore. His toes curled as he felt himself get stretched wider than he could even imagine. Harry's cock was a monster, splitting him open, filling him completely. Peter could feel every thick vein, every ridge, every pulse of the man's heartbeat inside him. He moaned, his body trembling as Harry began to pick up speed, fucking him harder, deeper. “You like that kid? You like being fucked like an animal?” Harry asked, his hips slapping against the boy’s smooth ass as he fucked him. Peter’s mind was gone, his eyes were closed as his head trashed from side to side, he let out a loud, “Oh fuck me Mister Stark!” as he felt his cock throb against his abs. Harry took that as a yes and leaned on his hands gripping the boy’s waist so he could pull him into each thrust harder and harder. Peter's eyes flew open, his mouth forming a perfect O as he felt Harry's cock slam into him, hitting that spot deep inside him that made his vision go\ white. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Peter chanted, his body writhing as Harry pounded into him, his huge cock stretching him wide. Harry grinned, loving the sight of this perfect boy being used like a cheap whore. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Peter's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me, kid?" Harry grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Gonna fill your tight little ass\ with my load?" Peter could only moan in response, his body tensing as Harry's cock hit that spot inside him over and over again. He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Harry's hand worked his cock expertly. "Cum for me, Peter," Harry growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show me what a good little whore you are." Those words sent Peter over the edge, he let out a loud, guttural roar as his cock pulsed, shooting stream after stream of hot cum onto his abs and chest. Peter's whole body shook as he shot what felt like gallons of cum over his toned body, his ass spasming around Harry's cock as he came. Harry grunted, feeling the boy's ass milking his own cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Peter and let out a roar as he came too, filling the teen's ass with his hot, sticky load. Peer moaned miserably as he felt himself get bred…but as quickly as the shame hit it faded as the man fell on top of the boy, both of them panting and sweaty. Peter began to drift off as Harry pulled his cock free…leaving the boy alone with his bliss. The next time Peter woke up he was cold…so fucking cold. It was dark and the room looked worse than it normally did. He got up shivering, wrapping the blanket around him as he walked out of the room, looking for anyone. The next room was the Hary’s office, it seemed like a lifetime ago he had walked in here hoping to make some quick cash. Harry was sitting at his desk and a guy in his mid-twenties was sitting across from him. When Peter walked out Harry smiled. “Peter! My boy how are you?” Peter just shook, “Cold.” Harry nodded, “Yeah, that’s just you coming down…you ready to earn some more?” Ther thought that he had done more than enough for another hit passed through Peter’s mind but he was afraid of angering the man so he just nodded silently. “Great, well this is Joel and he’s your next partner, Joel, this is our star.” The man stood up, he was tall, athletic, looked like a college jock to Peter, “Hey, I’ve heard great things,” he said, taking the blanket and pulling it off the boy, “Lemme see what I’m working with.” Peter stood there naked, his body covered in dried cum and sweat, his cock soft and hanging between his legs. Joel looked him up and down, smirking, “Damn, you really are a pretty thing, ain’t ya?” he said, circling the boy like a predator. Peter felt his stomach churn, this guy was different, there was something about him that made Peter uneasy. But he needed the fix, needed the high, so he stood there and let the man look him over. Joel was behind Peter and grabbed his ass, “Damn firm…I like that,” he said, parting the boy’s cheeks and slipping a finger into Peter’s hole. The teen gasped as Joel’s finger slipped into him, he pressed himself to Peter, his mouth at the boy’s ear, “You’re tight…I like that,” he said licked around his ear. Peter shuddered, trying to pull away but Joel held him firmly in place. “Where you going, pretty thing? We’re just getting started,” he said, adding another finger, stretching Peter wider. Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan as Joel finger-fucked him slowly, "You're going to love what I do to you," he said, kissing the boy's neck lightly. Peter shivered now…he couldn’t be liking this…he can’t! Joel’s finger slipped out and he slapped the teen’s ass, “Yeah I’m in, when we start?” Harry smiled, “Let me get him prepped, you can change in there,” he said pointing to the room Peter came out of. Joel nodded and walked out and Harry motioned for Peter to come closer, “Come on kid, time for your medicine.” He pulled out a syringe and Peter felt his whole body respond…fuck he was in deep, “Can’t I just go?” Peter asked miserably. Harry paused, “Sure, of course you can kid,” he pulled out some 20’s and laid them on the desk, “Here you go, 200 bucks, of course that not going to buy much of what you need but you can try, or…” he placed the syringe next to the bills, “You can just feel happy again.” Peter looked at the money, then at the syringe, then back at the money. Fuck, he hated himself for this but he picked up the syringe, “I can't keep doing this,” he said, handing the needle to the man. Harry just nodded, "Sure kid, whenever you want to stop just say so, lemme see your arm." Peter held out his arm and Harry hit him…Peter had to stifle a moan as the drugs hit his system. He swayed there smiling, not sure of anything for a moment, “Damn kid, this shit hits you hard…you are a perfect junkie.” The words meant little to Peter as he was led back into the room, now Joel was on the bed, naked, stroking his cock as a man filmed him behind a video camera. Joel looked over at Peter and patted the space next to him, “Come on kid, come jerk off with me.” Peter stumbled over, his mind hazy from the drugs, and sat down next to Joel. The man's hand was already working his cock, long and thick, as he looked over at Peter with a hungry smile. "Come on kid, show me how you play with that big cock!" Peter's hand gripped his cock and began to get himself hard. Joel watched, his own hand working faster, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's it, stud, show me what you've got." Peter closed his eyes his cock grew to full mast, he took hold of it with both hands and began to stroke himself, seemingly forgetting about the stranger and camera in the room with him. Peter was in his own little world until he felt a hand move his aside, he looked over and saw Joel grabbing his cock, “Let me help you baby,” he said, taking over jerking Peter’s dick. Peter moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Joel’s strong hand worked his cock, “Mmm, you like that, huh? You like having your big cock played with?” Joel whispered, leaning in close to the teen’s ear. Peter could only nod, his brain too fuzzy with the drugs to form words. Joel chuckled, “You are such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just a little whore who loves getting his cock touched.” Peter’s hips bucked as Joel’s hand sped up, his grip tightening around the teen’s shaft. Joel’s other hand snaked around Peter’s waist, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other. Peter could feel Joel’s erection pressing into his hip, hot and hard. Joel leaned in, his breath hot on Peter’s ear, “You want this, don’t you? You want my cock inside you, fucking you hard?” Peter whimpered, his mind screaming no, he shook his head and Joel laughed as he took the teen's hand and moved it to his cock, "Come on you little stud, feel my cock...imagine that fucking you." Peter's hand wrapped around Joel's thick cock, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his fingertips. He stroked it slowly, his mind racing with images of it inside him. Joel groaned, his hips bucking slightly, "That's it, baby. You're a natural at this." Joel's hand left Peter's cock and trailed down to his balls, cupping them gently before moving further back to tease his hole. Peter gasped, his body tensing as Joel's finger pressed against his entrance. "Relax, you want this don’t you?," Joel murmured, his voice low and husky. Peter shook his head again as Joel’s finger moved up into him, slowly starting to fuck him. Peter shivered as he felt the man’s finger violate him in ways that would have been unimaginable days ago…but was now becoming familiar, “Spread your legs handsome, let me in,” Joel whispered. Peter’s legs moved apart naturally as a second finger was added. He was moaning now, his hips moving in time with Joel’s hand, fucking himself on those fingers. Joel chuckled, “That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on my hand. Show me how much you love it.” Peter could only whimper, his body on fire with desire and the drugs coursing through his veins. He felt Joel’s thumb rubbing against his taint, pressing against his prostate, sending electric shocks through his body. Peter arched his back, pushing himself further onto Joel’s fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure. Joel obliged, curling his fingers inside Peter, pegging his prostate relentlessly while his thumb massaged the sensitive spot outside. "You have a girlfriend stud? Huh, you have a sweet little something you like to fuck?" Peter moaned, "MJ," as he pushed back on the man's fingers. "Does MJ fuck you like this?" Joel asked, added a fourth finger. Peter let out a loud, “OH FUCK!” as he felt his eyes roll back in his head, Joel chuckled, “Let’s see how straight you are,” he pushed Peter’s head down to his cock as he fingered the boy’s ass faster, “Suck daddy’s cock for him now.” Peter hesitated for a moment, looking at the thick veiny cock in front of him, but the drugs and the pleasure coursing through his body won out. He opened his mouth and took the head of Joel’s cock inside, swirling his tongue around it. Joel groaned, his hips bucking slightly, “That’s it, slugger, take it all.” Peter took more of the cock into his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat, gagging slightly. Joel grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down further, “Relax your throat, straight guy. You can take it.” Peter tried to breathe through his nose, relaxing his jaw as Joel began to fuck his mouth, slow and steady at first, then picking up speed. Peter could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip of Joel's cock, and it only served to turn him on more. He moaned around the thick meat in his mouth, his own cock throbbing with need. Joel's fingers were still buried deep in his ass, fucking him steadily, and the dual sensation of being filled and used was driving him wild. Joel's grip on his hair tightened, and he began to fuck Peter's mouth harder, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. "That's it, you little slut. Take my cock like a good boy. Show me how much you love sucking dick." Peter felt the shame and embarrassment from sucking a cock but the drugs and the moment was too much as he just licked around the stranger’s cock more as he pushed back onto the fingers. He knew this was wrong and that he shouldn’t be doing this but his body didn’t care, didn’t care one bit. Joel slipped his fingers free and pulled Peter’s head up by his hair, “Ok straight boy, time to ride my cock.” He moved Peter over his hips, watching the boy’s perfect abs move as he settled one leg on either side, “Now reach back and line my cock up to that straight boy hole.” Peter swayed in place for a moment and then he slowly reached back and grasped the man’s cock, “That’s it, now come on…show me how straight you are by riding my cock!” Peter felt the head of Joel’s cock press against his hole, he hesitated, his mind screaming at him to stop, but his body betrayed him as he slowly lowered himself onto the thick shaft. “Oh fuck!” Peter exclaimed as the head popped past his ring of muscle, his body stretching to accommodate the thick invader. “So tight,” Joel marveled at the boy’s body as he sat there, impaled on his cock, trying to adjust, “Well come on Peter…show me how straight you are already!” Joel said smacking the boy’s ass cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. Peter yelped, his body jerking, causing him to slide further down Joel’s cock. “Oh fuck!” he cried out, his hands grasping Joel’s chest for support. Joel just laughed, “That’s right, baby. Take it all. Your tight little hole is swallowing my cock like a champ.” He grabbed Peter’s hips and began to lift him up and down, fucking him slowly at first, letting him get used to the massive invasion. Peter was gasping each time the man pushed into him, his eyes rolling back in his head as Joel's fucking donkey dick slid up and down his ass, smashing his prostate hard, sending chills through Peter’s body. “Fuck, kid, you’re so goddamn tight,” Joel grunted, his hands squeezing Peter’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Your little boy pussy is strangling my cock.” Peter could only whimper in response, his body tensing with each thrust. He’d never felt so full, so completely invaded. Joel laughed watching Peter slam his ass back down on his cock, “That’s it straight boy, harder…ride that cock harder!” he exclaimed with glee. Peter was mortified to find himself doing just that, his ass slapping against Joel’s lap as he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. In his mind he knew he was straight and this was so wrong but his body didn't care anymore, he wanted more...he needed more. “Harder,” Joel whispered to the teen, “Come on, stud show me what you got.” Peter, lost in the haze of drugs and pleasure, complied, slamming his ass down on Joel’s cock with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s moans and Joel’s grunts. Joel’s hands moved from Peter’s hips to his ass, spreading the boy’s cheeks wide, giving the camera a clear view of where they were joined. “Look at that, Peter,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, “Look at my cock disappearing inside that tight little hole of yours. You’re taking it like a pro, kiddo. Come on…show me that body…give me a show while you ride my cock!” Peter’s arms raised over his head as he flexed, making his abs clench and his pecs squeeze…Joel’s hands moved over his body shameless, feeling him up…oh god he loved it! Peter writhed under the man’s touch as he impaled himself on that cock, his old self sobbing internally. “Tell the people where you’re from stud,” Joel said pinching the boy’s nipples. “Queens,” Peter moaned, his back arching into the cock. Joel chuckled, “Queens here…” And for a moment Peter wasn’t here anymore, he was in a hotel room in Berlin, he looked down and saw Cap under him as he rode his cock… “Oh, fuck Cap,” Peter whimpered, “You’re so big…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to attack you.” Joel just chuckled, knowing the kid was flying high and just went with it, “It’s fine Peter, just make it up to me, be my little slut…can you do that? Can you ride my cock harder?” Peter, lost in his fantasy, nodded and began to move faster, slamming his ass down onto Joel's cock with increasing force. "So good Cap...oh fuck please...please I'll be good...just make me an Avenger...please...I'll do anything!" Joel shook his head, kid wanted to be an Avenger? Oh well, he had heard weirder from crack whores, “You wanna be an Avenger boy…show me how you ride my cock! Show me you can be the best slut on the team…show me how you would service all of us!” Peter's mind was a whirlwind of drugs and fantasies, he was no longer in the rundown studio, he was in Avengers tower, surrounded by the heroes he admired. And he was on flat on the table, legs up as Cap fucked him hard! Peter was moaning loudly, his cock leaking pre-cum as Cap's thick cock stretched him wide. "Fuck Cap, you're so big! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Peter cried out, his body tensing as Cap nailed his prostate over and over again. Joel, watching the boy's performance, grinned, "That's it, stud. Cum for me. Show me how you'd serve the Avengers." Peter's body convulsed as he came, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum onto his abs and chest, his ass clamping down on Joel's cock as he rode out his orgasm. Cum flew up, hitting Peter in his face and chest as it dripped down his abs. Joel grunted, feeling the boy's ass milking his cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Peter and let out a roar as he came too, filling the teen's ass with his hot, sticky load. Peter collapsed onto Joel's chest, panting, his body slick with sweat and cum. Joel wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him close as he continued to pulse inside him. "Good boy," he murmured, kissing Peter's forehead. "You did real good." Peter just lay there passing out, boneless, his mind a fog of drugs and endorphins. Joel moved the boy off of him, he was out cold. The man looked at the camera, “Tell me you got all that.” The cameraman nodded, “Yeah…you done with him?” Joel nodded and moved out of the bed as the cameraman started to strip. As the man spread Peter’s legs and pushed into the prone teen Joel walked out to the office to find Harry, it wasn’t like him to walk out on a shoot. He found the man at his desk, going through a backpack, “Why’d you leave? You missed the best part.” Harry shook his head, “I don’t think so,” he said as he pulled out Spider-Man’s costume and webshooters, “I’m pretty sure this is the best part.” Both men stared at the costume and realized…they had hit the jackpot.

@DNG999 Glad you are enjoying it so far. Thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast I aim to please here and I'm really glad you enjoy my stories! Writing is fun... and reading is what guys? Fundamental. 😛 @pozpopperpig Yeah, he is really gonna be taught a good hard long lesson... @KinkyTallBottom I think secretly we all would. I like getting descriptive on these stories, building the scene. I'm glad you appreciate the work. @cman54 Right? Where's all our perverted dirty bears looking to teach us a lesson??? @MattQueen1 Who knows? I don't have that necessarily in the plans right now... but if this story doesn't bite me with a writers block... who knows what a sequel might hold... @nolatallguy Hopefully this next chapter does a little more than just getting you hard and leaking? @PozBearWI As always, thanks for your kind words and comments. I'm glad you're enjoying it. @Leeds33 Hopefully I can keep up with your expectations 🙂 @Corknegboi Well, now the wait is over! @plisken Well, all it takes is two eggs, some butter, a cup full of sugar.... wait a second.... wrong recipe. My bad. @Medwaym Glad you're enjoying it! Hope the next chapter is even hotter for you! @HornyForPozSeed Don't tell anyone, but I got the idea from a really hot porn I saw... figured it was something you never see here and had to add it... @hikerbiker26 Thanks! I'm glad your enjoying it! @GrayWolfBln Thanks for the comment! Glad you like it! @barefuck09 Sorry for the wait, but now you can! @HappyPozBoy Yeah, it's kind of my specialty I guess. Glad you enjoy it! So, once again it's time for another update. I really appreciate all the feedback and comments everyone has posted. I'm going to try and stick to a weekly update if I can, work permitting. This chapter was an interesting one to write, and took some brainstorming with a few people (you know who you are) to get right. I hope everyone enjoys it. And don't hesitate to comment and post suggestions. I actively try to read all the comments, and if the idea is hot, I try to include it in the story, so don't hesitate to make a suggestion. Anyways, enjoy! ------- Lesson Three: Expanding Your Horizons It’s only been four hours now, I thought to myself, looking over yet again at the clock on my bedside table. Sleep was still eluding me even after everything I had done. I laid in my bed tossing and turning, my mind going over and over again on the events that had transpired. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever seen myself doing this. And yet, the evidence of it was clear with the ache in my ass and cock. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly let my hand drift down to my semi hard cock and played the events through my mind yet again. ——— I watched as Mike pulled his cigar out of his mouth, grinning at me as his cock head pressed against my hole. Slowly, he let a long line of drool drip out of his mouth, letting it pool on top of his cock head. “Fuck your hole looks so fucking hot with my dick pressed against it,” Mike growled appreciatively, slowly pushing his meat against and around my hole, slowly smearing his cigar smoke laden spit around it, “I can’t wait until I finally get to breach that tight boy ass and breed you nice and deep.” I let out a shuddering breath as I felt tip occasionally catch on my opening, threatening to breach me. I couldn’t tell if it was anticipation, or excitement, or fear, or a mixture of the three as I felt the tip threaten to sink deep in me. “We are going to make you our bitch,” Greg said, coming back up next to me, slowly stroking his hard cock, precum glistening on the tip, “You want us to blast your insides with our potent baby gravy, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said shakily, licking my lips, and tasting the remains of the cigar and my cum on them, “I want you to flood my insides please.” “Such a fucking polite pig,” Mike said, grinning down at me, “You’re gonna beg for our dirty load from here on out, aren’t you? Let our loads soak into you and get you nice and pregnant?” “Can’t fucking wait to knock our bitch boy up good,” Greg said, grabbing his cock and smacking it firmly against my left side of my face. Something about the way they were saying these things made me take a pause, feeling like I was missing something crucial. The thought was suddenly lost on me, however, as I suddenly felt Mike start to press his cock harder and harder against my hole. “Once I break this hole open, boy, there is no going back,” Mike said firmly, his attention now on shoving his large dick into my ass, “You fucking ready?” I nodded, bracing myself as I felt even more pressure build as Mike pushed his dick harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt my hole give way. I let out a loud pained moan as I felt Mike’s cock slowly slide deep into my guts. “Fuuuuuuck yeah,” Mike groaned appreciatively, nodding and smiling around his cigar as his cock continued to bury itself in my no longer virgin hole, “Nice tight boyhole, Greg.” “Yeah, babe,” Greg replied, reaching down and giving my semi-hard dick a few rough tugs, “The dumb slut here seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out.” I couldn’t deny that even with the pain of my formerly tight ass being stretched out, I was turned on. I muttered out a few curses as I felt each inch worming inside me. Both of them smiled at each other before pulling their cigars out of their mouths, leaning over me and locking lips as they started making out. I watched as they laughed while swapping smoke, when finally I felt Mike’s hairy groin pressed hard against my ass with one firm slam. Breaking apart, I watched as Mike leaned back, pressing his full weight against my ass, as Greg leaned over me and looked down at the scene of Mike firmly seating himself inside me. Standing back up, Greg turned to me and smiled. “Fuck, boy,” he said, taking a puff on the cigar before blowing out a cloud of smoke in my face, “How’s that bare cock feel deep in your pussy?” “God… It’s so deep,” I groaned, as Mike slowly pulled slightly out before he slammed back in again. “So fucking warm and tight,” Mike said, slowly moving his cock in and out as my ass slowly became accustomed to the large slab of meat working in and out, “Feels like its trying to suck a load out of me.” On each deep stroke inward, I felt a wave of pleasure bloom in my stomach, somewhat aware that he was slowly brushing against my prostate. “Holy…. Shit….” I gasped, letting my head fall back as he continued his slow assault, “That… feels amazing.” “Yeah, that’s my good cumslut,” Mike laughed, enjoying the show I was apparently putting on as he worked himself in and out of my hole, “Last fucking chance boy before I show how a real man fucks. You want me to pull out? Or do you want Daddy to fucking breed you and flood you with his DNA?” Bottoming out in my hole, I felt him flex his cock. I groaned at the sensation. “Hmmm, what’s it going to be?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out before slamming hard in my ass. “Oh god… breed me sir. Fill me up with your thick load,” I moaned, my mind lost in a sex-fueled haze, “I want you to fill me up until it’s dripping out of my ruined hole.” “Feed the slut some poppers,” Mike growled, as he slowly pulled his dick out until the head of his cock sat at the entrance of my hole, “He’s gonna need it.” Greg grinned, nodding as he pulled out his bottle of poppers, opening them before handing them to me. “Go ahead and hold on to those, pig,” Greg said before he reached down and started pulling the suction cups off my tits, “Huff them as much as you want. Get yourself fucking stupid on them. You’re going to need them tonight.” I nodded, taking several hard sniffs in each nostril, feeling myself relax as the chemicals went to work. Satisfied, Mike slammed into my ass as hard as he could, causing the chains of the sling to rattle. I let out a loud groan, enjoying the sensation as he pulled back, preparing for what would likely be hard onslaught on my hole. I gasped as Greg suddenly pulled each suction cup off instantly, my now free nipples throbbing in the cool air of the room. Instantly, Greg began to pinch and pull on them, both now swollen. I let out a pained gasp, as Greg began to work them, surprised at the pleasurable pain. Suddenly, I felt Mike start to slam my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head, as the poppers took hold and Mike began to slam my ass hard and fast with reckless abandonment. The sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the basement, as Mike slammed into my hole, over and over, quickly turning my ass into a quivering blob go flesh. I continued to huff on the poppers, letting my mind melt with the sensation of my ass getting fucked hard, as both of my nipples were worked on by Greg. Occasionally, Mike would grab my dick and balls, using them as leverage to pull me down harder onto his rock hard cock. Eventually, I felt his rhythm start to stutter occasionally, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy as clung to his dick on each outward stroke. “Fucking destroying this hole boy,” he said, slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, “You fucking like my dirty bear cock in your pig hole? Like feeling me leak my tainted smoker cum in there and working it nice and deep in you? Tell Dad how much you love it.” “Fuck… I want your cock in me,” I groaned, my mind floating in a poppers induced haze, “I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood me with your sperm.” “That’s my good boy,” he growled around the cigar, before pulling it out and spitting in my face, “Nothing but a dumb jock aren’t you, a fucking receptacle for real men to dump their load into, aren’t you” “Yes sir,” I moaned, feeling his spit slowly drip off my face, “Thank you sir.” “You gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy,” he growled, an evil grin spreading across his face, “Gonna let my husband shoot his dirty load in you too? Let us shove a nice fat plug up that virgin boy cunt and let our loads soak in there?” I could only nod, my mind lost in the haze of poppers as it slowly registered what he said, not properly processing the words. “Fuck yeah,” he said, picking up pace suddenly, slamming hard and fast in my ass in less and less smooth motions, “You fucking want it? Fucking want my dirty jizz? Let us turn you into the perfect smoking dumb jock cumdump you know you need to be?” “Oh…. Fuck, please…” I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass, “Please give me your cum.” “Fucking take my dirty poz smoker load,” he yelled suddenly, as I felt my ass suddenly get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin, “Take all this bug and nicotine filled jizz, you stupid fucking jock slut.” Suddenly it clicked in my head, just making it through my mind as his words as I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my second load for the night all over my chest and stomach. “Fuck yeah man, shoot out that neg load and make room for our bugs in those balls,” Greg said, rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth. Still coming down from the haze of the poppers and my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his meaty fingers, watching as he then fed himself and Mike the rest, as Mike slowly twitched inside my ass. After a few silent moments, Mike finally pulled out with a slight wince. “Fucking feels like I shot a gallon of cum in there,” he said out loud, laughing shakily. I sat there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. “Hey…. Um….” I said quietly, my voice sounding small even to me, “You guy are… poz?” Greg and Mike looked at each other again, confused. “Yeah, buddy,” Mike said, perplexed, “I thought that was kinda obvious with the tattoos and the dirty talk.” Mike gestured at the large matching biohazard signs on their abs, driving the point further home. “You’re joking, right? This is like earlier with the cross, right,” I asked, laughing uncomfortably for a moment. Their silence told me that it was not a joke. I sat there for several seconds in silence, before Greg spoke. “I mean, it’s no big deal,” he said, “Aren’t all you college guys on PrEP nowadays?” I sat in silence again as they looked at each other again, looking up them for a second before looking away, tight-lipped. “Oooh shit…” Mike said, realizing that I was not in fact on it, “Look man, we didn’t know. Fuck… Um… You can always go get on some meds.” I still sat in silence as my mind worked through the problem, as both of them stood watching me. I wasn’t sure what I felt at first. Here I was, having what had to be the most mind blowing sex I’d ever had with these guys. I’d not even once thought about their status. They asked mine. I never asked for a condom. They told me several times they didn’t use them. I could have been been smart and gotten on PrEP. This was literally my fault too. One could even argue mainly my fault. I thought back to all the things they said, piecing the words together and drawing the context of them into my thought process. “Um, I’m guessing you guys aren’t undetectable, right?” I said slowly, my mind still processing everything. “No, uh… sorry, man… the guys we get with usually are on PrEP, or positive themselves. We’re pretty healthy still, and don’t really like the side effects,” Mike said, as Greg nodded in agreement, “We just assumed you were on meds too. Look… we really are sorry man. We can pay for you to go to the clinic to get PEP if you…” “It’s ok,” I said suddenly, interrupting them. I don’t really know why. For some weird, fucked up reason a large part of me was surprisingly ok with the situation. I knew that with modern medicine, it wasn’t a death sentence anymore. After feeling what it was like bareback, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I tried this again. And something about the danger of now knowing I was playing with proverbial fire flipped some sort of switch in me. I somehow was turned on. “I mean, we totally can, man. We didn’t mean to…” Greg said, visibly unsure with what to say. Why the fuck was I turned on? I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I loved the verbal abuse, feeling them verbally and physically degrade my hot jock body as gave I to the dark and perverted nature of it just seemed to turn me on at some primal level. Something about the risk of it all was hitting all the buttons for me. All the people I had slept with had always been a one time thing, every time them saying I was kind of boring in bed. Too vanilla. Too average. Too unwillingly to be adventurous. I had even told myself that I needed to get out of my box. And, well, this was DEFINITELY going outside the box. So, why not? Why not explore this side of me? “I’m seriously ok with it,” I said, surprised at how calm I sounded, “It was hot sex, and I should have asked.” Both of them continued to stare at me in silence. “Look, I really enjoyed it…. Like holy fucking shit is it good… and well…” I said, shrugging as I looked up at them in the sling, “I’m not going to lie. There is something kinda hot about it. Not knowing if the next fuck I get from you guys is the one. I have a few days to get on medicine if I change my mind, right?” Greg nodded silently. “And, you guys happy, right? Healthy, successful, all of that, other than being positive,” I asked to nobody in particular. “Yeah, we are…” Mike said, trailing off silently. “Well, I want to keep going guys,” I said, looking down and seeing that my cock was once again hard having made my decision for me, “You can still breed my hole if you want. I’m game if you are…” "Uh… Babe… he’s rock hard again…” Mike said, nudging Greg and gesturing at my now hard cock standing at full mast. “Huh that’s… surprising. I mean, if your sure?” Greg said, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “I’ve got time to make up my mind, don’t I,” I said, licking my lips as I looked at Greg’s still hard cock, before looking at both of them with a mischievous grin, “And we do have a bit of a business arrangement here, don’t we? I aim for 100% satisfaction with my customers.” “Holy shit,” Mike laughed, reaching down and pinching one of my nipples, “Babe, we seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig.” Letting out a surprised laugh, Greg walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. “Last chance man,” he said, smiling as he put his cigar in his mouth in the corner of his jaw, “No going back after I get in there.” “Fucking breed my neg jock ass with your poz smoker load,” I said, grinning as I began to play with my cock. Saying it out loud made me feel dirty in the best way. With one solid push, Greg was suddenly balls deep inside me. “Oh fuck yeah, you weren’t lying Mike,” Greg moaned, his head tipping back with his eyes closed in sheer bliss, “This is some fucking prime jock pussy.” I groaned, feeling as Greg immediately began to fuck my ass hard, feeling as Greg’s bigger balls slapped hard against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and thinner cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts. Turning my head, I grabbed Mike’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth. “Oh shit…” Mike groaned around his cigar, puffing out a huge cloud of thick smoke as he took his hand and held the back of my head, “Yeah, boy. Taste your hole on my dick….” I sat there, hungrily sucking on Mike’s dick, tasting my ass juices and his cum on it, as Greg plowed my ass as hard as he could. The room was now filled with a moderate haze of cigar smoke as each man fucked one of my holes. Eventually, Mike pulled me off his dick and pulling his cigar out of his mouth, spit yet again in my face. “Fucking like that, don’t you,” Mike asked, slowly stroking his cock in front of my face. I nodded in silence, catching my breath after the hard throat fucking he gave me. Immediately, felt a hard sharp smack on my ass from Greg. “He fucking asked you a question, pig,” Greg growled, as he went back to fucking my ass as hard as he could. “Yes sir,” I groaned, feeling my ass stinging against after the earlier beating, “Thank you sir.” Grabbing my mouth, Mike forced it open as he pulled my head back by my hair. “Open up bitch,” he said, leaning in and bringing his face a bit closer to mine, “Open that sexy fucking mouth.” I held my mouth open as Mike spit in my mouth, before forcing my mouth shut. “Fucking take that spit,” he growled, lightly smacking the side of my face, his other hand still tightly grabbing me by the hair, “You fucking take every bit of Daddy’s fluids.” “Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, before quickly swallowing his gifted spit. “Fuck yeah, might have to get him to take some other fluids next time,” Greg moaned, his movements also now getting a tiny bit less fluid, “You want us to make you into the perfect little sex slave?” “Fuck yes, sir,” I moaned, not really getting what he meant, but loving every second of his verbal assault. “Yeah, gonna get you addicted to smoking, and let us shape you into the perfect sex pig,” he continued, his movements getting even jerkier, “You want us to help turn you into our perfect fucking boy?” “Oh shit, fuck… yes,” I groaned as Mike started pinching one of my nipples while roughly jacking me off. “Yeah, bring several friends over to sample this perfect hole,” he growled, taking hard, long strokes as he talked, “Maybe give you some piercings and a few tatts, have you grow that hair and beard out. You’d look so fucking hot smoking with a beard while we pull a train on you…” I sat there for a second, imaging exactly that, liking the idea of it. I imagined myself with facial hair on my normally smooth face, hair longer and slicked back under a baseball cap, a cigar in my mouth as a line of faceless men lined up waiting to fuck me. The idea made my hole tighten up. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking nut,” he groaned, picking up his pace suddenly, “Tell me where you want this poz load, bitch.” “Oh fuck, please breed me, give me your poz load in my ass. Please fill me up and give it to me,” I moaned, feeling as my own load threatened to shoot out. Suddenly, I felt Mike tightly grip the base of my cock and balls, squeezing them tightly and stopping my impending climax in its tracks. “No more coming until we tell you, boy,” Mike sneered, evilly chuckling as I let out a confused whimper. “Here it comes, slut,” Greg yelled, as his cock finally began to squirt inside me, spewing its own venom to the load already inside me, “Take. My. Fucking. Bug. Cum.” Mike suddenly pulled his cigar out of his mouth and put it in mine, before leaning over me and taking Greg’s cigar out of his mouth, taking a long pull on it before locking lips with him. Greg’s dick jerked occasionally for several minutes inside my ass as the two made out, only breaking apart for Mike to take a quick pull on the cigar before locking lips again. I absent mindedly puffed on Mike’s cigar in my mouth as I watched, turned on at the sight in front of me. Finally, Mike broke away, walking over to his clothes before pulling out his cellphone from his pants. “Stay in him for a second, babe,” Mike said, before walking over to the wall and grabbing a large, shiny black butt plug. Walking back over, he turned on the camera on his phone, and waited as Greg pulled his dick out. Suddenly, Mike snapped a picture of me, the light of the flash blinding me momentarily. “Fuck yeah, thats a hot look,” he said as I felt their cum slowly start to drip out of my hole. Walking up the rest of the way up, he shoved the plug into my ass, causing me to wince slightly as it popped into place. He took one more picture before finally taking the cigar out of my mouth, and both of them helped me out of the sling. It took a few minutes as I slowly got my bearings, grabbing onto one of the chains to steady myself. “So, what did you think?” Mike asked, bending down and grabbing my clothes and handing them to me. “Huh?” I said, in a slight daze. “He want’s to know if you enjoyed everything,” Greg added, also reaching down and grabbing his pants. “Oh, yeah,” I said smiling, “Everything was fucking hot.” “Do like the idea of what Greg said there? You want to go all in? Let us teach you a few things this summer?” Mike asked, puling on his pants and shirt. I stood there for a second before nodding. “Yeah, if its as hot as what just happened, I’m all in,” I said, taking a step awkwardly, as I felt the plug in my ass shift slightly. “What do you say to at least once a week coming over to play?” Greg asked, grabbing the poppers and moving them to the fridge. “We can try something new with you each week. We’ll pay to get you a piercing and a tattoo or two. If you want, we can also have you come over to Mike’s birthday in August. Make you the center of a gang bang? We’d still pay you, but like we said, in exchange, you can’t say no.” The idea of it immediately made me hard, that with the feeling of butt plug pressing occasionally against my prostate as I took a few steps. “I mean, yeah. I really do want to try it. And I do have to admit, the money is great,” I said, slightly uncomfortable as I walked over to them. “Good, since we’re being such a good client, we want you to make us your exclusive employer,” Mike said. I felt bad for a second, knowing that it would suck since I liked some of my older clients. However, I knew of a few former classmate who would jump at the opportunity for some good cash. I nodded as he continued. “Also, we need some sort of commitment from you,” he said, before grinning at me, “Its’ looking like it’s time for your first test on becoming a cumdump.” I looked at him quizzically, curious what he meant after everything we had just done. “Oh, I like where your mind is going babe,” Greg said, smiling at me as he crossed his arms over his chest. Confused, I looked at both of them expectantly. ——— Feeling my load coating my chest and stomach, I slowly scooped it up with a finger, sucking it clean on each swipe. The feeling of the plug in my ass still hadn’t abated, rubbing over my well abused prostate. “You are gonna prove how committed you are to this and to us,” Mike had said, as the both of them grinned at each other. “You’re going to leave that plug up your ass all night and keep those loads deep inside you,” Greg added, “You’ll come over tomorrow morning at 8am sharp. If that plug isn’t in your ass, or if the remains of our loads aren’t still in there, we’ll end everything. We will still pay you for tonight’s fun, but thats it. We worked hard to give you those loads, and we don’t want them going to waste.” I had agreed to it in a heartbeat, but now, after several hours of not being able to sleep, I was beginning to regret my sudden acceptance of the rules. The sensation of the loads in my ass swirling around the plug as it rubbed my prostate constantly was driving me insane. I let out a huff, annoyed as I felt myself start to get hard again, now starting to get truly painful as I could only come some many times before it became literally achingly uncomfortable. Rolling partially onto my stomach, I struggled to find a comfortable spot and hoped I would get some sleep soon.

Absolutely not offended at all... i know what my ass is used for and a cuntbit most certainly is!

I absolutely love it, both was.

I posted the new videos and I not only almost crashed the site but started to get emails of guys wanted to know what city and state the glory hole was in. I now had more than $3,000 in download cash and she had just take five loads and she swallowed piss from the first old guy on the second day. I watched the tape again and it made total sense, the guy was lost and now I know he must have been looking for a bathroom and he could find one. He fed his cock thru and she got him rock hard and she said once he was hard he told her to stay on his dick and drink from the tap. She said she had no idea what he meant but once he started to piss she had two choices. She could pull off and get it all over her or swallow. Hes first stream was really light so she thought it was over and swallowed but she later realized he had complete control and would give her a light stream and let here swallow and then again and she said every time I thought I was finished he would say don't move cock whore. I could not hear that on the take and I played it over and over but at one angle you could see his mouth moving so he must have. I was initially put off my the piss thing but after watching the tape and hearing what she said I thought it was hot as fuck that he had her completely under his control and she did what he said and did cancel the rest other guys and storm out. Someone had trained this girl right, she knew she was there to service cock and for nothing else. I began planning my next taping and her next group of feeders and lined up a four really great guys and two repeats for the next session and would work in the other two on another day. She said she was not available till Friday so that meant two more days to wait for new videos. My fans where asking for new material and the downloads has slowed although they were still happening. I now had $3,723 in cash. That was more than I made last month and that was just two days of taping and some editing. The next session was going to be even bigger I suspected. If only I had a couple more girls like her I would be rich.