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An armchair at the corner of the room turned to face the bed. Uncle nodded toward it, signalling me to get comfortable. I sat down with both my hands clamped on the armrest. Knuckles exposed, I see my right pinky twitching involuntarily. The other guy who was behind the Asian twink turned his head back to off to look at me, then to Uncle, asking him if I was next. "No, not tonight Paul. That's my nephew. He's still new to all of this. " "That's fucking hot" the Asian twink added, still bouncing. Paul was a bit older than Uncle. Mid-50s with a smaller frame. His furry back glistened with sweat that drizzled off at each thrusts he made. It wasn't just the droplets I see falling on the sheet that turned me on further, it was also the raw stench that filled my nostrils. He was faster than Uncle who held the twink on both sides with a steady rhythm. Both cocks rammed into the twink with the single thread of his g-string in-between. Uncle then tilt his head sideways to see me. "Feel free to help yourself, Brad. You've used a bong before right? Kinda of the same idea." I looked at the study table adjacent to me and there was a bong with a bowl that's shaped like a bubble in glass and a torch. I picked both up. Uncle instructed me on how to light it, never breaking his gaze even as the twink slid himself up and down of both men. "Not too close or else you'll burn it" Once I the vapour filled the glass, I inhaled deeply. It was less harsh than weed would've been. I held it in like Uncle told me to, counted til 10 and exhaled. P "How does that feel?" Paul asked. I nodded, telling him it's good. I was electrified again. I paid more attention to the threesome happening a few feet from me. My cock was still limp but I knew I was turned on. He continued. "You see this fag here? Watch and learn. Soon it'll be you, right Abe?" The twink was too spun to hear or care. He only kept bouncing and moaning as he had. Uncle responded. "If he wants to, don't you Brad?" "I mean, yeah but up to you Uncle." Paul interjected. "The boy calls you Uncle? Fuck Abe you're one lucky bastard. Makes me close to coming." Only then the twink was lucid. "Yeah, breed me again please daddy" Uncle held him tighter, asking him how many loads he has taken. "9 before I got here, probably 15 now. I don't know" "18 boy..18...and Paul's going to be the 19th...and the 20th is going to be me" "Oh fuck yeah" Immediately they moaned in unison and a cry of ecstasy erupted out of the twink I remained in my seat, rubbing my limp cock as if its going to change anything. "That's enough for tonight, fag. What do you say Paul?" "Fine by me. You think your boy there can clean him up? He's learning isn't he?" Paul looked back toward me. Uncle then added. "Oh I know he wants to. Come over, Brad. You know what to do. Come on fag, party's over. Hold it in." The twink straighten his legs to detach himself. A tiny trail of cum flowed down his balls. I didn't hesitate to get on the bed. I was still in my tanktop and shorts. I got closer to Paul who pulled away from the twink. He inserted his finger to feel the warm cum, pulling it out to feed it to me. Uncle remained on his back, hands still held onto the twink's hole to lift it up. I went in without a second thought. I had never done this before. The substance I had smoked compelled me to do it. It was as if I was on autopilot. I slurped and swallowed the cum pouring out of the twink by the quarts. It gushed out faster than I could gulp, spilling out of the edges of my mouth to coat my jaw and neck. Uncle then pulled the twink away from me. "That's enough for tonight. Don't be greedy. Leave some for Paul" "Oh don't mind me Abe, I'm enjoying the view of the feast as it is. The fag's all yours. I'll just have some afters" Paul held my shoulder and turned it to face me. He grabbed my head with both his hands to turn it up and licked the cum on my face. His tongue grazed from my cheeks down to my collar bone. It went back up to then intrude my mouth. His tongue slithered with mine before he pulled back to clasp my mouth open to spit into me. I then hear Uncle Abel speak. "A+. That's all for today boy. Go back to your room. Let us finish the rest. Give me your uncle a goodnight kiss." I ducked to get close to him and he gave a smooch, tasting whatever cum that's drying on my face. I quietly shuffled to go back to my room. Back on my bed, I tried to turn the TV on, pressing any button I could to see if there was more of what I had watched. The screen lit up, showing David sitting on a stool. Hunter and Frank were next to him. They tell him that he's officially a part of the family and that he's ready to build new bonds. "There's another boy around your age who's been begging to be next. Wanna test your stinger? Name's Greg." Jackpot. I can't wait to see how this one will be like. I don't care if I can't jerk off or come. All I wanted was to watch more. Understand Uncle more. It took a while, but eventually I not only learnt but mastered the lessons that Uncle was about to subject me to.

“Randy broke up with Paul because he was poz...BUT that’s not what happened!” I said “What? You just said…” Arthur started to question me but I interrupted. “A month ago, I met Paul at Burkhart’s..,” I began… Randy and I had gone out after having dinner at some restaurant named after a cow or something, CowPoke or something...anyway, we were chatting and drinking and having a great time when Randy got called it to work. He left and I stayed to have a few more drink and I planned to get a ride home from friends I was bound to run into. Paul approached me and asked about Randy and were we dating. I said yes and we started making small talk. Paul was cute but I could tell he was a bottom and was definitely not interested in me just as much as I was not interested in him. But still, you can never have enough friends. Eventually Paul confessed that he was Randy’s ex and wanted to warn me and tell me how and why they broke up. At first I got really nervous because what kind of psycho would approach someone at the bar only to dis the person they had been with. It really freaked me out but I stayed calm and just listened to Paul explain. They had been together for a month before Randy started asking about bringing other guys into the bedroom. Paul was ok with it and Randy began inviting other tops over as long as they wore condoms. That’s how they met Donnie. Donnie was a 6’ adonis, very muscular jock type. Nice dick and a great chest. He knew what he liked and how he liked it. He was in his 40’s but still hot as hell and Paul loved sucking his cock. Donnie sat at the top of the bed and Paul eagerly downed his cock while Randy started eating Paul’s ass, something that Paul loved and Paul moaned over Donnie’s cock the whole time. Donnie continually encouraged Paul with a barrage of “Damn that’s good,” “You’re great at that,” and “Damn you like dick.” He also berate Paul by calling him “another dumb-ass faggot.” All the while Treasure Island Media played on the TV. Paul didn’t care he was in heaven, a cock in his throat and a tongue in his ass. What could be better he thought. Randy then removed his tongue and went to the bedroom closet and brought out the bag. I know what’s in that bag. A mask, a few dildos, a butt plug, some other toys I can’t think of right now, a collection of little brown bottles, and a mask for those bottles. Paul's hard cock got a little harder because he liked those brown bottles. Randy got a hell yeah from Donnie as he passed Donnie his own bottle. Randy took a sniff then attached one bottle to the mask and then did the same with another brand and then finally helped Paul put the mask on. And the euphoria began as Paul once again started sucking Donnie’s cock while Randy started fucking him. Paul removed the mask when it got to be too much but occasionally Randy would ease his thrusts and Donnie would hold that bottle close to his cock so Paul could get another whiff. It didn’t take long before Randy started moaning that he was going to cum and did, planting a nice load deep in Paul. Randy came close so Paul could clean the cum from his cock and Donnie moved to take Randy’s place. Paul kept the bottle to Paul’s nose. It took about five minutes till Paul realized that Donnie was not wearing a condom. When he made a mention to Randy about it, Donnie laughed and Randy just held the bottle under his nose again and said, “it’s ok,” “it’s fine.” Paul didn’t object after that, he just let it happen and enjoyed it. Eventually Donnie dumped his load in Paul as well. Randy immediately moved behind Paul and inserted a butt plug from the bag into Paul's ass before Paul had a chance to move. Donnie once again presented his cock to Paul for cleaning before getting dressed and letting himself out. But not before laughing and calling Paul a stupid faggot once again. Randy then moved in to kiss Paul and they started making out as Randy laid Paul back onto the bed. Paul was in heaven and at that time thought that Randy was the one and would have let him do anything. Randy removed the butt-plug and replaced it with the biggest dildo they had, Rocco Steel, and continued to fuck Paul. Slowly at first but then picking up pace. Paul kept the bottle and eventually he was begging for more as Randy rammed the dildo in and out of him. Throughout the dildo fucking Randy continued to encourage Paul as well as degrade him, which Paul was coming to enjoy more and more. Paul indicated that he was getting close and Randy stepped it up a bit. The last thing Paul heard before he shot his load was Randy telling him that he was “a good boy for taking Donnie’s poz load” because Randy had always wanted to watch someone get pozzed. Paul was furious and demanded to know why Randy would do that. Randy seemed indifferent, even proud that he had done it. Paul yelled at Randy for ten minutes he said until he came down a bit and it was then he realized he still had the dildo inside of him. He got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to clear himself but there was not much left it had all been churned and pushed deep inside of him. All he could do at that point was shower. “Wow,” said Arthur and nothing else. “When he got out of the shower Randy had gone somewhere so Paul dialed the local clinic but broke down halfway through dialing the number. He just went to bed but he did decide to end it with Randy.” “I would to! To think someone would be that twisted.” Arthur said trying to find some reasoning behind this. “But wait, there’s more...”

Chapter 10 When Todd wakes me, the sun has set, and Tom is no longer in the room. Damn I must have really passed out. Todd tells me it’s been a couple hours, and you seem good, so let’s get you something to eat. We walk out and over to the pool area where Tom, Jamie and Trevor are laughing over a beer. Tom jumps up and hands me a Gatorade which I down in seconds. Damn, I was thirsty and yes, I needed food. Tom says we got it covered, and he hands both me and Todd a plate of pasta with meat sauce along with another drink. Tom had Craig get this for us knowing how much I love it. I ask them what they’ve been up to all day and Jamie smiles and says, well they’ve all been fucking like crazy, but Tom would only let someone cum if they’d already blown a load in my ass. Trevor adds that Tom shared with them the rest of what furniture I’d ordered, and they can’t wait to come back. This is the most fun they have ever had on a delivery. Now that they have seen Tom’s vision, when they get back to the shop they are going to see to it that a few special details are added to the bed and frame for the sling. As its starting to get late, Todd excuses himself but reminds me to come into the office next Friday so they can test me and hopefully share some good news. As Tom escorts Todd to the door he tells Tom to call if anything changes but I should be good to resume activities. Tom comes back and hands me a scotch and then lights up his dab barrel and takes a hit of the THC. He offers it to Jamie and Trevor who ask what it is and quickly they take a hit of the vaped crystals. I ask for a hit, Tom raises his eyebrows and I look at him and say, man I deserve it after all the fucking and my ass could definitely use it. I take a deep hit, hold it as long as I can and when I finally exhale, I feel the wave wash over my entire body. Jamie groans how fucking horny he gets when he’s high and I suggest to Tom we take this to the bedroom. I stand up, reach for the barrel and take another hit. Tom’s beside me as leans in and tells me how proud he is of my taking the blood slam and knows that we are now bonded for life. Jamie’s now behind me and roughly pushes me into the bed face down. I feel him lift my ass up and he yanks the plug from my hole. Then without a thought of making sure I’m ready, Jamie just fucking slams his cock and body into me. Jamie’s fuck is a complete assault of my ass and I’m fucking loving it. I scream, harder!, make my ass know you fucking own it!, tear me up and fuck the cum deep into my cunt!. Breed me man, convert me with your demon seed! Tom’s beside him and tells Jamie to fucking choke fuck me and I feel his hand wrap around my throat as I groan a loud yes. Jamie is now throwing a violent fuck and I feel my face flush and start struggling for air. Jamie knows what the fuck he’s doing and just as I’m getting light headed he releases his grip. Trevor is sitting up beside us and Jamie slides his cock out of me then pulls me up by the waist and tells me to straddle Trevor and sit on his cock. He then pulls me up and as Trevor lies down, he tells me to ride Trevor’s cock. I climbed on and start riding Trevor. I feel Jamie standing behind me pushing me forward flattening my chest to Trevor’s chest. Knowing what to do, I spread my legs further apart as I feel Jamie’s cock start to pierce my ass, joining Trevor’s cock in a DP. My ass is so destroyed Jamie slides right in. I fucking love this feeling and even know it is further stretching and ripping me up, I just let them take control. I hear Jamie, say oh shit as I hear Tom slurping and evidently eating Jamies hole as he fucks me. Tom makes the familiar sound of hawking up spit and I hear Tom say, ok Jamie, my cock is going to fucking slam into your ass and my thrusts are going to be how you fucking breed him. Jamie screams FUCK as Tom breaches his hole. Jamie stops fucking me as he’s trying to acclimate to Tom’s cock in his own ass. Tom starts slam fucking into Jamie and each thrust drives Jamies cock deep into my ass. They soon develop a rhythm as Jamie become the middle for a fuck sandwich. Trevor suddenly screams fuck, as he cums from the stimulation of Jamie’s cock beside his own. Trevor’s hardon subsides and I feel his dick slide out from my hole. Jamie pulls me up by the waist and somehow Trevor’s slips out from under me. Now it is just Jamie fucking me as he gets fucked by Tom. Jamie pushes me back down into the bed as he now is able slam into me then back onto Tom’s dick. This goes on for a few minutes until Jamie goes, oh shit I’m cumming as he takes one hard slam into me as Tom continues just pummeling his ass. Jamie is taking it like a pro but his cock soon flags and slips from my ass. Tom pauses, stands up and tells Jamie to get out of the fucking way; lifts me and flips me over. Tom grabs my ankles, pulls me back to the side of the bed then impales me. I grab behind my knees as Tom pulls my ass back to hang off the edge of the bed and begins fucking me like the primal beast he is. He’s soon long dicking me and I feel the cold metal of his spiked PA catch on my prolapsed ass as he just fucking slams back and forth into me. Tom tells me he’s not cum since earlier when he came in my ass when Chuck and Drew were still around. That seems like days ago, but in reality, was likely maybe 8 hours ago at the most. I know when Tom’s on a mission and he just destroys my ass as he fucks me deeper and deeper. I wrap my legs around his waist and tell him how much I absolutely love him fucking me. I open my mouth letting my tongue hang out which is his cue to fill my mouth and face with his spit. He repeatedly hawks up and spits onto me then lets his drool slide from his mouth down and puddle onto my face. I tell him to own me, make me his bitch and claim my ass. Fucking breed me man, fill my gut with your viral load. His fuck intensifies as his need to nut takes over. At the same time, I start groaning as the intensity of his fuck, causes my own cock to react. I start bucking from the intensity as my cock erupts from within the confines of the cage with a huge load. Finally, Tom tenses up and I feel his balls contracting against my ass as he delivers volley after volley of cum into my ass. Tom’s face goes purple as his load continues. He goes rigid and his eyes roll back as he just continues to erupt inside my ass. As Tom’s orgasm finally subsides he tells Jamie to shove the plug in as quickly as possible. As Tom pulls out, my ass actually sprays a jet of spouge from the amount of cum in me. Jamie hurries to cap the flow as Tom collapses beside me and tells the two of them to clean us up but make sure all the spoils of cum goes down my throat. Trevor goes down on Tom, cleaning his cock then snowballs the load into my mouth while Jamie collects what he can from me, my balls, ass and the bed and then feeds it to me with his fingers. I eagerly accept all that is offered and as they finish, I tell them that was absolutely amazing. Jamie comment’s his ass is probably wrecked for a few days and he’s going to be walking funny for a week. We are his favorite clients by far. Trevor agrees and says this has been awesome and can’t thank us enough for such a good time. Tom tells Jamie and Trevor they can sleep in his bedroom which is downstairs in the casita and tells them where extra towels are so they can clean up. The guys, give us both a kiss and tell us they’ll be back in maybe three weeks. Jamie tells us it’s a two-day job getting everything assembled. I tell them they are welcome to stay here if they don’t mind doing a bit more than just assembling the furniture. Jamie, gushes, hell yes man, you know we can deliver. With that the guys leave. Tom says he’ll meet me in the shower and tells me given the shape I’m in I need to text my assistant that I’m still not feeling right and will try to get to work on Friday. Tom’s soon back with my phone and a couple drinks that he places on the counter. He joins me in the shower, enveloping me in his arms. I tell Tom I could just stay here in his arms forever. He slaps my ass and then starts washing and rinsing me off. He tells me to step out, dry off and text my assistant. After texting her, I scan and find a text from my buddy Jason from Chicago asking I call him when I get a chance. As I set the phone down Tom dried off and pulls me into a kiss. Tom reaches behind me onto the counter for something. He has a key and says to me; I don’t think you need this anymore as if you aren’t positive now it’s not possible. He unlocks the cage and slowly releases my cock from the confines of the cage. We head back to bed and Tom pulls me into a spooning position and while I wish his cock was in my ass rather than the butt plug I quickly fall asleep in his embrace. I’m awaken at 9:30 by my phone buzzing. Looking at it, I see my assistant is calling and let it go to voice mail. I feel like a truck has run over me and my ass hurts like hell. Tom rolls over and pulls me back into him. I can feel his morning wood, but he’s defeated from entering my ass by the butt plug. He says, shit, lets get this thing out of you so I can load your ass. He stands up and says let’s head to the shower. Tom says, he’s sure all the toxic cum has converted me by now, so let’s see how much you absorbed vs. what needs to come out. He tells me to bed over onto the shower bench so he can remove the plug. Warning me it’s going to hurt, he starts twisting it to loosen up and as he starts to pull out, it feels like he tearing my ass and pulling it inside out in the process. Telling me to bear down, Tom firmly pulls, and while it burns and stretches me like crazy, I finally fell the plug pop from my ass. With the stopper removed, a flood of nasty, red, yellow, and white liquid starts a cascading like waterfall from my wrecked hole and splatting on the floor. I figure there are at least 8-10 loads in me, that didn’t leak out upstairs and am astounded by the puddle slowly working its way down the shoer floor. Tom tells me to continue bearing down and my ass starts convulsing as I eliminate 2-3 cups of the fermenting ass juice. Standing back, Tom is just as amazed and comments, my ass is so fucking prolapsed, with bright red lips surrounding my gaped hole. He tells me he can fucking see inside my ass from the gape and tells me he has to fuck me. Telling me to turn around and lay back on the bench, he grabs my legs, spreading them and tells me to hold behind my knees. I feel his hard cock slide up my wet taint gathering remnants of the toxic brew for him to use as lube. I barely feel him enter as my gape must be just slightly smaller than his cock. He’s balls deep in a single thrust, and I groan as his cock and the PA slides over my prostate. I slightly wince as he opens my second hole entering my sigmoid canal as his balls slam into my ass. While my ass still hurts, I love taking this man’s cock so deep. He starts pummeling and I see my freed cock stiffen like a rod of steel. I’m so hard that it hurts. After just five strokes, I feel my cock erupt hands free, expelling 4 days of stored cum. My balls contract so much as they eject my load that I groan from the pain. Tom doesn’t let up for a second and is slamming into my ass like a man possessed by a primal need to impregnate my hole. His pierced cock slams across my prostate and goes deep up the sigmoid enough that my stomach actually flexes from each assault. My eyes roll back in my head as I’m overcome by this rapture of my sole. My cock remains hard and I’m leaking clear precum as his assault continues. After about 10 minutes his pace suddenly intensifies and as he screams he’s cumming, my own cock starts spewing like a fountain and the pulses of cum blast from my cock and land on my face and chest in what is surely the largest loads I’ve blown in years. Tom’s own cock is spewing volley after volley of his toxic brew and his massive load is bursting around his cock as the deluge fills my ass and escapes with his continued thrusting. As Tom leans down into me, his cock slides out of my hole and splats on the floor as my ass spasms and pushes out the excess cum he’s doused my hole with. Tom leans into to kiss me and laps the cum on my face as feeds it to me as his kiss deepens into a full tongue fuck of my mouth. Tom turns the shower on and once warm, pulls us both under the water to rinse off. He grabs the soap and washes my body. I feel his fingers at my ass as he pushes 3 into my hole as his thumb works the prolapse. As his fingers exit, he pushes around my hole resulting in my prolapse lips sliding back inside. After exiting the shower and drying off, he guides me back to the bed. Tom tells me to text my assistant I’m starting to feel a bit better and I will call her later this afternoon. While I do so, he heads back to the bathroom and on his return hands me several Advil and tells me they’ll help. Tom is standing beside the bed, and I can’t help but admire Tom’s muscular body, his ink and his amazing huge cock. He’s changed my life and can’t think of a better person to do so. He tells me he needs to get ready and leave for work. As Tom turns, I admire his muscular ass as he starts to leave the room. He looks back and says he’ll see me this evening and it’s time for me to breed him. I get hard as I contemplate how I’m going to return the favor from what I’ve been through in the past couple of days.

Away at gay camp for the weekend. Im still a semi-new face here but have already gotten a reputation as a bottom for couples to fuck and breed. Walking shirtless in just a jock socks and shoes On my way to the fuck-shed/dungeon-cabin I get waved over by a familiar face, a handsome silver-bearded Daddy with a sweet smile who was hanging with a tatted jock, a beefy ex-frat boy and frat boy's tall bf. We start chatting for a few minutes when suddenly the Daddy comes up behind me, starts grinding his dick in my asscrack, and pulls my arms up over my head. Immediately frat boy and the daddy dive into my sweaty pits and I feel the dick at my ass get bigger and rock hard. I gladly find out how dominant and rough the daddy with the sweet smile can be as I get fucked by him while dangling off his porch. After some repositioning and sucking his guests dicks as well I hop in the sling out back and get gangbanged by all four studs as they swap in and out of my ass. The daddy ordering me as the "dirty cocksucking slut boy" to clean off each dick everytime one pulled out. They pounded the fuck out of my ass and by the end I was drenched in sweat and their cocks all tasted like cum when I cleaned them off.

My Gp is gay and has a whore for a husband. lol. I see him at steamworks often in a sling taking all the dick he can get. I’m not sure if my Dr is hiv poz but he is very comfortable with it. My gp has been there for every STI.

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

I've wanted to tell this story for a while now. It happened in the mid 90s, and no one has ever known about it, apart from the other person involved, and I honestly think he would be happy to share it now too. I had known Jamie for a few years, he was a friend of one of my closest friends and I had met him at various social events although I didn't know him particularly well. In the mid 90s, just before he turned 30, Jamie became ill and was diagnosed with an AIDs related condition. Over the next few months, Jamie lost quite a bit of weight - but otherwise his body did not change much. Internally, it was a different matter and he was taken to hospital suffering from severe pneumonia. He was not expected to survive, but he did, although the doctors said he would be unlikely to survive another serious illness. Jamie had no partner and his family didn't want to know him, so my friend Paul decided to take him in and a group of us decided to look after Jamie between us and make sure he had everything he needed. I quite often sat with Jamie when Paul was at work at the weekends and we enjoyed each other's company. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other quite well. Paul was working on Christmas Day that year and I said I would be happy to sit with Jamie. I arrived in the early afternoon and we talked for a while. Then I helped Jamie take a shower and stood with him while he took a nice long piss in the toilet. Soon he was sitting comfortably up in bed in clean T-Shirt and underpants. I made us a drink and we talked for a while longer. After a while, the talk turned to sex, and Jamie told me how much he missed it. We began to talk about sex and Jamie confessed that he had always liked sex without a condom. "Do you want to know a secret?" I said Jamie nodded and I leant forward "So do I!" Jamie looked surprised. "You like sex without a condom?" he said and I nodded. "Fuck!" said Jamie Neither of us said anything for a moment and then I asked him "Are you hard?" Jamie nodded, "Yeah," he said "Are you?" I nodded too and stood up. Jamie looked at my cock sticking up in my trousers and then looked at me. I nodded and he reached up and began to rub my hard cock through my trousers. I pulled back the cover and saw Jamie's cock was hard in his pants. We stroked each other for a while and then I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, and took it in my hands. I began to wank him gently. "Oh fuck!" he moaned "That's so good!" I wanked him for a while and then I pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees. "Why don't you suck my cock?" I whispered I moved closer to the bed and pushed my cock towards Jamie's mouth. He licked the tip and then took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me really well and this, together with the knowledge of what we were doing brought me very close and I knew that if I let him suck me for much longer I was going to cum in his mouth. I pulled my cock out of Jamie's mouth and took hold of his cock again. He had been wanking as he sucked me and his cock was super hard. I wanked him for while and then rubbed his balls. He lifted his legs and soon my finger found his arsehole. He moaned softly as my finger pushed into his arse and I began to finger his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Oh fuck, I wish you could fuck me right now!" "Maybe I could," I said, but Jamie shook his head. "No," he said, "You can't fuck me." I wasn't sure what he meant. "Could you take it?" I asked, and Jamie nodded "Oh yes," he said with a grin, "I could take it - but it's way too much of a risk for you." "Let me worry about that," I said, and motioned to him to kneel up on the bed. I wasn't sure he was going to do it at first, but after a moment's hesitation, Jamie moved round and knelt up on the bed, presenting his naked arse to me. I pulled his cheeks apart and gently fingered his hole and then I pushed my tongue right up him. Jamie moaned as I licked his hole and after a while he said "You have to fuck me now!" He opened a drawer and passed me a small tube of lube. A few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock into his arsehole. He groaned and told me not to stop but just to take it slowly. I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then gave him a moment to get used to my cock. Jamie sighed, "Fuck me!" he said Jamie's hole was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I started off slowly, pulling my cock all the way back and then pushing it back up him slowly, and then I began to fuck him a bit harder. I could tell that Jamie was enjoying the fuck every bit as I was. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!". I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard. We were both totally into the fuck now and after a while I told him I was going to cum in him. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" he moaned as I began to shoot my load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop as I shot more and more cum right up him. When I had finally finished cumming in him, I pulled out and he laid back on the bed. His cock was hard and he took hold of it and began to wank himself. I moved his hand away and, bending forward, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He moaned as I sucked him and I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. I stopped sucking for a moment. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him. "No way," he said "I can't do that!" I put my finger over his lips. "Do you want to fuck me?" I said again. After a moment of silence, Jamie nodded and I grinned at him. I'm not quite sure exactly what was going through my mind as I bent over the bed and pushed my arse out. I felt Jamie move in behind me and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my now lubed arsehole and then I felt him push his cock right up me and begin to fuck. I knew what I was doing was madness, but I couldn't help myself - in that moment I wanted nothing more than for Jamie to fuck me and then cum right up me. Until a year or so before this, I had always been careful to practise safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and even reaching behind me every now and then to make sure that the guy fucking me still had his condom on - and now I was taking the biggest risk of all. I also wondered what my friends would say if they knew what I was doing. I knew they viewed me as someone who was very measured and made wise decisions both at work and in my personal life and as far as I knew, they all practised safe sex too. And now, here I was, bent over the bed, being fucked without a condom by a guy who had AIDS - I can't tell you how turned on I was! Jamie was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. I was urging him on now, telling him to fuck me harder and moaning "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A few minutes later, Jamie cried out "Oh fuck!" and I felt his whole body shudder as he thrust hard up my arse and I knew he was cumming deep inside me. I was playing with myself as Jamie fucked me and the moment I felt his cum spurting into my unprotected arse, I shot another load of cum out in front of me, When he pulled out of me, I took Jamie's cock into my mouth and sucked him for a few minutes and soon he was back in bed. He was tired now and needing a rest. When Paul came home from work a couple of hours later, Jamie was sleeping, with his arms folded and a contented smile on his face. When Jamie woke up a couple of hours later, we had all had a meal together and then spent a very enjoyable evening. All the time, I could feel Jamie's load up my arse and I could tell he had shot a really big one up me. The next time I sat with Jamie was one of the last. He told me then how much he had enjoyed what we did and said I would never know how much it meant to him to feel so horny again and to feel wanted and loved. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done and I knew it would not be long before I was taking more risks. Of course I knew there might well be consequences from what we had done on that Christmas afternoon - but I decided to cross that bridge if and when I came to it.

Looks like a team in Australia developed away to make the virus that hides visible, which could pave the way for a treatment that just suppresses most of the virus to one that can completely eliminate it from the body. [think before following links] https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2025/jun/05/breakthrough-in-search-for-hiv-cure-leaves-researchers-overwhelmed

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 what I like about this site. Sometimes you feel you are the only one and then you see posts like this. When I was youn I started to have my sexual awakening with my step dad. Yes it was not appropriate but I have no regrets. When I was about 16 he said to me after one of your sessions where I was insatiable and couldn’t get enough, “ you are an addict.” That stuck with me and for many years I thought because I needed to be bred all the time that there was something wrong with me. It damaged my self worth. My first long term relationship (outside of my dad) was with a man that pozzed me and shared me for drugs with many men for years. That along with my appetite for sex made me feel I was just a couple of holes to use and nothing more. I am now in my 40’s and I am just starting to emerge from that stigma that started so many years ago. I have embraced my sexuality and know that men are men. Our needs are simple. The norms of society have only made me feel less valued. Thank you all for posting your stories. It helps.

Just got back home from getting a load from a cute Puerto Rican guy 🙂 The fuck itself wasn‘t too special. We made out a bit, sucked each other, he rimmed me (I love that!) and then he fucked me 😉 But the feeling of sitting here with the load in my ass and my bf being at work not having a clue what I just did just turns me on so much! I‘m hard again! 😍

About 5 years ago, I used to hookup with this really hot, hairy construction worker. He lived a few hours away, but was often in the area for work. He would invite my over to his hotel room and we would fuck each other all night long, each cumming 4 or 5 times each in each other's mouths or asses. But we lost track of each other until earlier this year. He retired early and his partner had left him. But he did have a new fuckbuddy and they were always looking for a 3rd to join them. So we made plans to meet up last Saturday. I did tell him that I was bottom only now, he said that wouldn't be a problem. I showed up a few minutes early to the address he sent me. It was his fuckbuddies house. The FB let me in, and introduced himself as I left my shoes at the door. He then walked me down the hall to his playroom. My now retired construction buddy came around the corner, fresh out of the shower. He was still hot as every, muscular and hairy. His cock was hard. I dropped down to my knees and started sucking it. The other guy came up next to him and he was now naked. He also had an impressive hairy body. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before I felt one (or both) of them pull me up. All 3 of us started making out. We took turns kissing each other before we were doing a 3way kiss. My friend then told me to get into the sling, he wanted to fuck my ass again. I happily obliged him, grabbing a bottle of poppers as I settled into the sling. He ate my ass for a few minutes, getting his tongue into my hole, getting it ready. He then stood up and slid his really thick dick into my hole. I suddenly remembered how great his dick felt stretching my hole open. I was busy sucking his friend, who was standing next to me, when I thought I heard the front door close. I couldn't see what was going on, but by the time I finally looked up, I realized there was 5 other guys there. Suddenly it went from a 3some to an 8 man orgy. FUCK YES!!! I was left in the sling for about 30 minutes. After my friend was finished fucking my hole, he was replaced by 5 different guys. I eventually felt a little bit guilty for hogging the sling, so I got out and started sucking off a few guys. I then got fucked a few times while I was busy sucking somebody. For the next hour, I ended up with 4 loads in my ass, and I swallowed 2 more loads. I enjoyed those loads on my drive home. I am definitely looking forward to the next time they host!

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/verbal-muscle-bear-breeds-bottom-14071924

Used to! But not any more! Much more exciting not knowing or being told afterwards!

Chapter 5 Back at the room. Round three’s coming. Excitement. Heat. He kisses me. “Poz Dad.” “Poz Boy.” He pulls off my shirt. I take off his pants. I suck him. Taste him. Some of that last poz load still on him. Hot. I strip completely this time. Naked. No jock. No socks. No bracelet. He pushes me onto the mattress. I lie on my back. He slides in easily. “Poz Boy.” “Poz Dad, give it to me again.” Eye contact. He fucks. Slow. Deep. My hole’s open. His boy—me—is wide open. Florian fucks longer this time. Deep strokes. Slow strokes. Intense skin contact. Kissing. He suddenly drives his cock powerful into my pozzed asshole. Four times. Really hard fucking now. I'm screaming. Florian cums. Proud. One more time. His poz cum in my hole. He: “You’re a poz cumdump now. You’re mine, poz boy.” Me: “Yes, Dad. From now on, I’m your cumdump. Do it. Make it real. Forever.” He: “From now on, you're everybody's poz cumdump.” Me: “Yes. Finally.” I stroke myself. He watches. He: “I want your last neg load.” He takes me in his mouth. I can't hold it anymore. I cum. It won’t stop. Spent. We lie on top of each other. Later I get up. Go shower. He follows. Warm water. Sweat runs off. His cock at my crack again. My now—hopefully—toxic cock gets hard. He slides back in. Massages it all in. He lathers me up. Massages my dick. He rinses me off in the shower. I'm in his mouth again. I cum again. He swallows. He leaves the shower, grins. He’s looking for something in a bag. Comes back. Florian:"Now, take your shower, Henning. I leave this toothbrush here for you. You know what to do with it." Just before closing the door, Florian smirking: "And only come out when it turned red." Already poz? Who knows...

I have been very honest with my PCP period about everything. In fact, it turns me on.

Indeed, all of that is just the tip of the iceberg - we humans have learned a great deal about things, and the one thing that has become most abundantly clear is how much we have yet to learn! A few further points on dietary fats: Re. tallow - all tallow is not the same. Its degree of "healthiness" (or lack thereof) depends on many things - how it is refined, how it is stored, how it is used, and of course what the cow eats Why Canadian Butter Isn't as Soft as it Used to Be Re. canola oil - "canola oil" per se is not necessarily GMO; "canola" refers to a hybrid rapeseed oil that is low in erucic acid (which has negative health effects on humans and other animals). Oleic acid (the subject of the linked article) is a major component of not only canola, but most other vegetable oils high in monounsaturated fat, including olive oil (for which it is named). Canola oil actually has a "better" ratio of w-3 to w-6 fatty acids than most commercial vegetable oils (particularly soybean, which is used nearly as heavily by the industry as canola). But of course canola and soy are both predominantly grown in GMO versions (assuming you aren't buying organic), although the most likely health risk of GMO vegetable oil is the probability of pesticide residues from the herbicide-heavy industrial agriculture practices enabled by the GMO versions. And on and on. More unbiased science on all of this could be helpful, certainly. Slashing the government science budget might not be the best way to achieve that, but hey, what do I know? I'm just a scientist 😉 And of course no one in the corridors of power would dare dream of floating the possibility that the best way of supplying the basic sustenance and health needs of humans might be neither multinational corporate capitalism nor the state-owned communist approach. I like Michael Pollan's (pithy and to-the-point) dietary advice: "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants."

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

I agree with @nanana that Trump is more effective than Biden, in that he's getting a lot of things done. Whether those things are making positive and lasting change in the government and/or the country, or are more just churn, remains to be seen. Personally, I might have titled this topic "Can Americans Tell the Difference Between a Demented Leader and a Deranged Leader"? addendum I have to admit that although Trump's methods IMO leave a lot to be desired, I agree with a lot more of what he appears to be trying to accomplish than I ever would have expected to.

...is the correct answer!

#545 None of the above. ✔️

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/hardcore-breeding-9422858

There have been ample documentaries that have depicted areas like the National School Lunch Program (NSLP), and the trail that basically says that lunches are provided, but the content ends up being down to the local districts. Taco Bell Tuesday anyone? [think before following links] https://www.usda.gov/about-usda/news/blog/usda-foods-local-roots-dod-fresh-connects-farm-school#:~:text=This became a matter of,1946 by President Harry Truman. The history is in the link, as well as how the DoD became a component of it. But the question of 'what' kids are getting in their school lunches often leads to an answer of "whatever is cheapest" or "wherever big food can control the composition". Lots of school systems are providing fast-food lunches rather than something made on premises or at least healthy, and since big food & beverage provides money to schools for programs (like the scoreboards for football, etc.), you see Coke or Pepsi being made available by one or the other on school grounds. And not always their healthiest options. So there's the corporate capitalism approach. State-owned/state-controlled? If we had guidelines that didn't consider ketchup as a vegetable (anyone recall that from the Reagan era?), we might get somewhere. No simple answers but the current path isn't great. Michelle Obama had some ideas around that, but the execution left a lot to be desired. [think before following links] https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2863508/Prisoners-eat-better-food-Students-slam-Michelle-Obama-pictures-disgusting-lunches-served-schools-America.html [think before following links] https://www.businessinsider.com/students-tweeting-awful-photos-school-lunches-michelle-obama-healthier-meals-2014-4 [think before following links] https://nypost.com/2014/11/23/kids-thank-michelle-obama-for-mystery-mush-school-lunches/ [think before following links] https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2803961/Thanks-Michelle-Obama-filling-lunch-Student-photos-paltry-school-lunches-raise-alarm-social-media.html Doesn't that make your mouth water? Wait...let me rephrase. That doesn't make your mouth water. No easy answers, but not a lot of thinking either.

Sadly, I don't precum at all; never have. I feel cheated! In related news... Precum is my favourite thing in the universe.

I have been in more Catholic rectories than I have in Catholic churches. I was not the threre for spiritual instruction

There is nothing better than skin on skin. I love knowing that my seed will soon be inside the man I’m fucking.

It's a matter of each guy determining, and then communicating his limits, and in a completely non-judgemental way. It's not at all necessary to in any way demean others for their choices, but that does not mean you need to submit to other folks choices either. Plus, it's more enriching to know that the "connection" you refer to is genuine. I've fucked guys that were wired out of their minds, and it's not anywhere near as "complete" a connection as when two men, in lust for what the other possesses, and achieve when they breed. I don't mean guys have to "interview" each other at the fuckjoints - that wouldn't be very conducive to an intense mating experience. I don't know if you live in a large city or a small one, but with some awareness, there are characteristics one can learn to discern a given situation. Gracefully demurring is always preferable to any outright demeaning comments. If pressed, it's easy to say something like 'thanks - maybe a little later/some other time, or something similarly innocuous. And then, simply move on. Each of us has agency, and we don't have to give that up.

Spoiler... Everyone dies...

I’m a serial cheater, always have been. It’s huge turn on and I just accept that this is who I am. I love having loads inside me sitting on the couch next to my wife or fucking her with my dirty cock after just fucking some anon guy.

Part 3: Dylan didn't notice much of the ride to his new home because he fell asleep as soon as the car started. Dylan had no idea how long the ride took or where they were going because the chems and the intense session with his new master had completely exhausted him, and the break was welcome. Dylan woke up when the car's engine stopped and he heard Zack get out. The sliding door opened, and Dylan saw that the car must have been in a garage because they were indoors. Z: Did you sleep well, boy? Dylan was pulled straight out of the car. Dylan took his suitcase out of the car and followed Zack. Zack stopped at a room and opened the door. Z: This is our room. You can put your things here and we can unpack them later. Zack walked to the kitchen and both Dylan and Zack sat down at the table. Zack poured a glass of fruit juice and handed it to Dylan. Dylan was quite thirsty and drank it all in one go. Z: Are we thirsty? 😧 Sorry sir, but I was indeed thirsty. Z: I think we'll have to agree on a few rules first, don't you think? Dylan nodded. Z: To start with, when we're not in session, you don't have to address me as sir or master. At least not when we're alone or unless I indicate otherwise. We'll see how it goes, but for now, just call me Zack. I'll do the same with you. Is that okay with you? 😧 Yes, sir, uh, Zack. Z: For now, you'll stay here. I want to train you intensively first and build a relationship with you. Once that's done, you can go wherever you want, but you'll still be under my authority, of course. Z: For the first few weeks, I want you to focus on the housework, make sure you exercise enough to build some muscle, and keep yourself clean. Z: When we're done with your training and we continue together, you'll also have to work because I'm not your sugar daddy who will support you. Either you go out to work, or you work here with me in my sports shop, or you rent out your pussy or sit in front of a camera and make sure you bring in money, I don't care. 😧 That's fine with me, Zack. Z: During sessions, you address me as master or sir. I don't want any backtalk from you, and you do what I tell you to do, or you'll get slapped and punished. Z: You stay off the chems, you only take something when I give it to you. Z: Playing with yourself is forbidden for the first few weeks, then we'll see how it goes. Z: When guests come, you will be the perfect host, and the guests will always come before you in the coming weeks. Is that clear? 😧 I understand. Z: Good, then I'll give you a tour now. Zack took Dylan with him and showed him every room. Dylan listened carefully to Zack, but he couldn't take his eyes off Zack and looked at him with loving eyes, because deep down he felt butterflies in his stomach. Zack was absolutely perfect, he was handsome, muscular, dominant, and he could also be sweet and attentive, and what topped it all off was that he had a huge, fat cock and he knew how to use it. When they reached the last room, Dylan felt himself getting horny and struggling to control himself. He felt his submissive side taking over and a huge urge for Zack's fat cock. Zack opened the last door of the room. Z: So, this is our playroom. You can see that, just like your father's, it's well equipped and we'll have a lot of fun here. Dylan saw the playroom and now he couldn't hold back anymore. He realized that there must have been something in the orange juice because otherwise he wouldn't have gotten so horny and he would have been able to control himself. But Dylan was no longer in control of his actions and sank to his knees and rubbed his mouth against Zack's fly. Zack watched the spectacle with a big grin, grabbed Dylan by the head, pulled him away from his fly, and saw that Dylan's eyes were spinning in his head and saw the familiar horny slutty look that G brings out in real bottom slaves. Z: Do we think we can do whatever we want here? 😧 I'm so horny, sir, and I long to taste and feel your fat cock. Z: Is that so? Z: And that's why you think you have the right to touch my cock without asking? 😧 Sorry, sir, punish me with your fat cock. I'll never do it again. Z: I'll certainly punish you. But you would love for me to punish you with my cock. Zack pulled Dylan up and grabbed him by the throat. Z: I will decide what happens here and how I use or punish you, is that very clear? Although Dylan was already heavily under the influence of the G, he sensed that Zack wasn't playing games and felt the dominance that Zack exuded. He wasn't afraid that Zack would hurt him, but he was impressed, and although he had trouble controlling his body, he nodded in agreement. Z: I can't hear you, slave. 😧 Yes, sir. Z: You're lucky it's your first day and that I'm forgiving. Zack grabbed the T-shirt and tore it to pieces, then gave Dylan a few hard slaps on the chest. Z: Naked, that's how you're going to walk around here from now on. Until you're worthy of wearing clothes again, is that clear? 😧 Yes, sir. Zack pulled off the briefs Dylan was wearing and then pulled hard on his balls. Dylan curled his toes in pain and tried not to whimper so that Zack wouldn't get even more irritated with him. But he couldn't help letting out a small cry. Zack was impressed by Dylan's pain tolerance but didn't show it. Z: You'll have to learn your place, boy. 😧 Yes, sir. Z: Go into the room and choose the torture device I will use to punish you, and if I don't like it because you're trying to avoid your punishment, you'll get double the punishment, slave. So choose wisely. Dylan walked into the room and looked around, his mind racing. A large dildo, no, he couldn't take that. A whip, rope, or no, a wooden pallet to beat him with. No, not that either. Then he saw a kind of stun gun lying there. He took the gun and a piece of rope and two wristbands and a gag with a ball on one side and a dildo on the other. He put on the wristbands, wrapped the rope around his ankles, and saw a chain hanging from the ceiling. He gave the gun to his master, put the straps of the gag around his head, stuck the dildo in his mouth, and clicked the wristbands onto the chain. Zack was watching in amazement at what his new acquisition was doing and was pleasantly surprised by what his slave had come up with as punishment. Z: That looks good, boy. I am pleasantly surprised by your ingenuity and that you did not think of your own pleasure. Zack picked up the stun gun and walked around Dylan. Z: I can live with this punishment for the mistake you made. Dylan looked fearfully at Zack, waiting for the first electric shock and wondering where Zack would deliver it. Zack caressed Dylan's body with the gun and when he reached Dylan's nipple, he delivered the first shock. Dylan was startled and tried to scream, but the dildo in his mouth prevented him from doing so. Instead, saliva began to run from his mouth. Dylan also had trouble staying upright because he had tied his own legs, which meant he didn't have a large support surface. Zack watched approvingly and was still impressed by Dylan's choice, but gave him a few more electric shocks. With each shock Dylan received, he tried in vain to scream. Zack now rested the gun against Dylan's cock and looked him straight in the eyes. Z: Do you think you've learned your lesson? Dylan nodded, hoping Zack would spare him and not give him an electric shock on his cock. But that was a vain hope because Zack gave him not one but two. Dylan screamed and struggled to stay upright. Zack grabbed Dylan's head and looked into his tear-filled eyes. Z: That was so you wouldn't forget, slave. Zack removed the gag and placed his lips on Dylan's, kissing him lovingly while caressing Dylan's pained body with his hands. This was even more torturous for Dylan because he wanted to run his hands over Zack's body too, but his hands were still tied to the chain, so he couldn't. Zack broke the kiss and untied the rope and wristbands. Z: Get on your knees, slave. Dylan understood what Zack meant and got down on his knees. He hoped Zack would let him suck his cock or at least let him smell it, but Dylan was out of luck. Instead, he had to get on all fours and felt Zack tie a rope around his balls and tie it to the bed a little further away. At first, Dylan didn't understand why Zack was doing that. But then Zack took a chair and placed it in front of Dylan and sat down on it. He unzipped his fly and let his limp cock hang out of his pants. Dylan looked lustfully at that juicy fat cock and wanted nothing more than to lick it and let it grow in his mouth. Z: Well, slut. What are you waiting for? Come and suck it. Dylan looked at Zack in confusion at first because he wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. But when he saw Zack nod again, he crawled forward. He crawled until he suddenly felt a tug on the rope attached to his balls. The rope was tight, and Dylan couldn't crawl any closer without hurting himself. He didn't have to go much further, just another 50 cm. He could already smell the cock slightly, but he was still too far away to take it in his mouth. Z: Well, slave, what are you waiting for? You can suck my cock now. 😧 I can't reach it, sir. Z: You can't reach it. You have to make an effort, boy. Dylan tried to get a little closer and felt the rope cutting into his scrotum and pulling his balls out completely. Zack saw that his student was trying hard to get closer but couldn't reach his goal. Zack stood up, moved his chair a little closer, and sat back down. When Zack was fully seated, Dylan could just lick Zack's glans with his tongue, but he couldn't get any closer. Although he could only lick the tip of the glans, this gave Dylan a small sense of satisfaction and he licked the tip of the glans like a man possessed. Zack watched with a big smile on his face as his slave eagerly licked his tip. Z: Shall I help you a little? Dylan looked at Zack with a longing gaze, and Zack moved forward a little more on the chair so that Dylan could now suck the tip and the first few inches into his mouth. Dylan was ecstatic because he finally had his master's cock in his mouth and could suck on it. Zack grabbed Dylan's head and tried to push him deeper, causing the rope to cut deeper into his balls and pull harder, and then suddenly Zack's cock shot deep into Dylan's throat. Not because the rope had been pulled, but because Zack had stood up straight and pushed his cock deep into Dylan's throat. Now Dylan went wild and let the thickening cock slide so deep that he started to choke. Zack pulled his cock out of Dylan's throat and then pushed it back in again and started fucking his throat. Dylan had no gag reflex and could let the cock slide as deep as he could. This excited Zack because, even though he had a big, fat cock, his pubic hair was touching Dylan's lips, which hadn't happened much in his life. Z: Fuck yeah, bitch, swallow my cock. Dylan had gone completely wild and let Zack do his thing. Zack pushed his cock so deep that his pubic hair touched Dylan's lips, and this went on for several minutes. Drool and tears ran down Dylan's cheeks. Zack pulled his cock out of Dylan's throat and mouth, pulled him up, and started kissing him fiercely again. Z: I'm going to have a lot of fun with that throat of yours, slave. Zack slid his strong hands over Dylan's body and felt how Dylan enjoyed his caresses. Zack grabbed Dylan's ass and with both hands he grabbed Dylan's ass cheeks firmly, squeezed them and pulled them apart so that his pussy was exposed. Z: But I'm also going to have a lot of fun with that ass of yours. Dylan smiled and kissed Zack again. 😧 It's all yours, sir. Z: That's right, bitch, from now on I'll decide when, how hard, how long, and by whom that pussy of yours gets fucked. Zack pushed his finger into Dylan's hole and enjoyed the attention his pussy was getting. Zack saw that Dylan was enjoying it and now pushed a second finger hard inside. Z: You dirty slut. You enjoy it when a real man touches your pussy. That's how it should be, slave. When I'm done with you, you'll still be alive to have your pussy used by a real man. You'll offer your pussy to every man you see to be fucked. Z: Stand up, slut, and dance for me, and if you make me horny enough, I'll reward you. This was new to Dylan, and at first he didn't know what to do. Zack sat back in the chair and held his now limp cock in his hands. Z: If you can get my cock hard again, slave, you'll get a reward. If it stays limp, you'll feel it. Do you understand? Dylan nodded. 😧 Yes, sir. Z: Get started and show me what you've got. Dylan began dancing awkwardly and shyly in front of Zack. Zack watched the spectacle and knew it wasn't going to work. Z: This isn't going to work, honey. You'll never get my dick hard like this. You know, since this is your first time, you can take a few puffs on the pipe first. Zack stood up, took the filled pipe that was ready and handed it to Dylan. Dylan knew what to do and blew a few big clouds. Dylan looked at the stuff on the floor and, to his surprise, he also saw that there was suddenly a pole for pole dancing next to him. Dylan felt the horniness rising through the Tina that was inside his body, and he felt his desire for Zack growing. Zack sat back down on the couch and took his limp dick in his hands. Z: So, bitch. Now you have everything you need to make me horny again. It's up to you. Dylan's shame and shyness had melted away thanks to Tina. His horniness and the bitch inside him took over, and they knew exactly what to do to make a real man horny. Dylan grabbed the pole, wrapped his leg around it, slid his arms around it, and looked horny at Zack as he started licking the pole and then dancing on it. Zack looked at the spectacle again and knew that this would make him horny. Z: This is much better, baby. Show me what you've got. Dylan wriggled around the pole and saw that it was starting to turn Zack on. Dylan leaned his back against the pole and licked his fingers, looking at Zack lustfully and starting to play with his nipples with his fingers. He pinched them and circled them. Dylan saw that Zack's limp cock was starting to get hard and knew that what he was doing was already having an effect on his master. Dylan slid his hands over his body and he started to moan softly. He slid his hands over his caged cock and then looked questioningly at Zack. Zack started to laugh. Z: That stays locked up, baby. You'll have to do without that pathetic cock of yours. Dylan nodded and slid his hands back over his body, then turned around and grabbed the pole again. He sank to his knees, sat down on his knees, turned back around, pushed his ass against the pole, and started riding his ass against the smooth pole. Zack bit his lip and felt his cock begin to swell slightly. He knew he had struck gold with Dylan and that this boy would drive him wild and become the perfect partner for him. Dylan saw a whip lying nearby and picked it up. He stroked it along his body. Z: Yes, slut, make me horny. Hmmmm It turned Zack on completely when he saw Dylan working himself with the whip. Dylan saw that it was doing something to Zack and he looked at Zack with a horny look when he held the whip against his ass and teased him when he pretended to slap his ass. Z: Hmmm, yes, slave. Give yourself a few nice slaps on your ass. Dylan teased Zack a little more to turn him on even more. Z: Hmmm, you dirty slut, teasing your master like that. Wait until it's my turn. Your ass will be covered in red welts. Dylan gave himself a few spankings on his ass, then took the whip in his mouth, got down on all fours, and crawled toward Zack. On his way to Zack, he bumped into a dildo. He stopped for a moment, dropped the whip from his mouth, and sat up straight. He looked back at Zack with lust and desire and licked the tip of the dildo as if he were licking a lollipop. Zack bit his lip again and began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, because he was starting to feel very tempted to take the boy in hand. But even a master must be able to control himself, and he let Dylan continue his horny spectacle. Dylan got back on all fours, took the whip back in his mouth, and crawled back to his master like a lustful bitch. Z: Yes, doggy, come to Daddy. Dylan saw that Zack's cock was now completely swollen and just needed to stand up straight. When he reached Zack's feet, he slid his hands along his master's muscular legs and stopped when he reached his groin, teasing Zack some more and making him even hornier. Dylan hung his mouth over the swollen cock and stroked it with the whip. He dropped the whip from his mouth, licked the swollen glans briefly, and then turned around. He heard Zack start to breathe heavier and look at him longingly. 😧 Does master want a piece of this ass? Zack began to moan and looked longingly at his slave's ass. He grabbed the ass with both hands and squeezed it firmly. Z: Hmmmmm, you dirty dog. I'll let you feel how hard I want that ass and that pussy of yours. Zack took the whip that was lying against his now erect cock and slid it along Dylan's body. He also put it between Dylan's butt cheeks. Dylan moaned like a bitch in heat. Z: You dirty bitch. I'll make your ass nice and red and full of marks. Dylan felt Zack start to spank him with the whip, and with every lash, Dylan let out not a cry but a moan of pleasure. He felt his ass begin to glow, and then he felt Zack suddenly pull open his ass cheeks and spit on his sphincter. Z: Hmmmmmmm, your pussy looks perfect, slave. Look how hard you've gotten your master's cock. Shall I reward your pussy, baby? Z: Shall I give you another piece of candy first, baby? Dylan moaned. 😧 Hmmm, yes, master. Make me nice and slutty. Z: May master destroy your pussy completely, slave? 😧 My pussy is all yours, and you can do whatever you want with it. Z: Hmmmmm, that's the spirit, slave. Dylan felt Zack push a few crystals into his pussy and then put his face between his butt cheeks and start licking his sphincter. Dylan sank down on his arms in pleasure and started moaning loudly. Z: Yes, slut, let master hear that you're enjoying this. Dylan felt his pussy start to glow and his Tina high intensify. Dylan's pussy was licked completely wet by his horny master, and he felt Zack suddenly push his cockhead against his sphincter and thrust his balls deep into his pussy in one stroke. Dylan moaned with pleasure and Zack grabbed Dylan's hips firmly and pulled him close to him, starting to fuck his pussy hard. Z: Look what you're doing to me, slave. You're driving me wild. I'm going to destroy your pussy with my fat cock. That's what you want, slave, to have your pussy destroyed. 😧 Yes, master, destroy my pussy with your fat cock. Jack and Tom, two of Zack's friends, were standing at Zack's door. They had agreed to go to a party with Zack, but now they were standing in front of a closed door. J: Maybe he forgot. T: I think so. Luckily, I have a key, so we can go and see if he's in bed. Tom took his key and they went inside. In the distance, they heard moaning and the two looked at each other with big grins on their faces. T: The man has a slut in his house and doesn't tell us anything, how nice. They went to the playroom and saw Zack fucking a slut hard. They let their cocks hang out of their pants and started playing with themselves. Z: Do you want to be mine forever, boy? To bear my mark, serve me, please me, and love me? 😧 yes sir, i do Z: Fuck, boy. I'm going to make you the best slave, whore there can be. Tom and Jack looked at each other and didn't know what they were hearing. Has he found a permanent slave? Tom thought it was time to let Zack know they were there. Tom: Well, well. You kept that a secret well, friend. Zack, who was completely absorbed in his game with Dylan, was startled when he saw Tom and Jack standing in the doorway, but he didn't stop fucking. Z: What are you doing here? J: We came to pick you up for Michael's party, but I see you have other things to do. Zack started laughing. T: I have a feeling this isn't just a fling, and you've kept that a secret well, my friend. Z: This is Dylan. I met him yesterday, and he's going to be my permanent live-in slave. Zack saw that his friends were jerking off. Z: Fancy a test drive, guys? T: I thought you'd never ask. Zack started laughing. Tom and Jack now entered the room, and Dylan, who was completely in a trance, only now noticed that others had entered the room. He looked up and saw two pairs of jeans that had fallen to the ankles of two men, with each of the men having a fat, hard cock that was looking longingly at Dylan. Zack, who was still fucking Dylan's pussy, slapped his slave's ass. Z: Bitch, these are Jack and Tom, and you're going to see, feel, and taste them a lot in the future. To start with, you can welcome them by sucking their cocks and showing them what you're made of. Zack didn't have to tell Dylan twice. Because both the two cocks and the accompanying bodies were of the better quality, Dylan sat up straighter and took Tom's cock in his mouth and grabbed Jack's cock with his hand and started jerking it off. Tom closed his eyes, put his hand on Dylan's head, and pushed his stiff cock as deep as he could into Dylan's mouth. Tom: hmmmm fuck yes bitch, and without gagging, I'm impressed. Dylan now took Jack's cock in his mouth and started sucking it. The cock was longer and slightly thicker than Tom's and smelled and tasted like male sweat. The salty taste drove Dylan wild and took him to slut heaven. Zack signaled to Tom that he needed to get some extra stuff to send Dylan to the stars, and Tom knew immediately what to do. Tom prepared a drink with some G and also prepared a syringe to catapult him all the way to the stars. Tom put the stuff on a small table and came back to stand next to Jack. Suddenly Dylan felt his face getting wet from a warm stream and he looked up and saw Tom pissing on him. Dylan let Jack's cock fall out of his mouth and tried to catch the stream of warm piss with his open mouth. Z: Yes, that's right, slave, don't let any of that golden nectar go to waste. Jack had meanwhile walked over to the sling and laid out some things so that they could use Dylan properly for a test run later. When the last drop of piss had sprayed out of Tom's cock, Zack pulled his cock out of Dylan's gaping pussy, who was sorry that his master had stopped fucking him. Tom pulled Dylan up and kissed him on the mouth. He tasted his own piss and felt Dylan's fucked pussy with his hands. T: Hmmmm, what a lovely sloppy pussy you have, slave. Your master did you good, didn't he? 😧 Yes, sir, master has a nice cock and he can do whatever he wants with my pussy. Tom squeezed Dylan's ass and looked deep into his eyes. T: Can we also do whatever we want with your pussy, slave? 😧 Only master decides that, sir. T: But you would like to, wouldn't you, you dirty whore? Should I ask him, or will you beg him yourself to let us use you? Dylan turned around and looked at Zack with a longing and horny look. Z: What is it, slave? 😧 May my pussy pleasure your friends' cocks, master? Z: Will you be a good and obedient slave to Master if he lets you do that? 😧 Yes, Master, I will do everything you ask and desire of me without resistance. Z: Okay then, you may pleasure my friends' cocks with that toxic pussy of yours. Tom and Jack heard the magic words “toxic” and looked approvingly at Zack. J: Is it your DNA flowing through his veins? Z: No, his stepfather's. Both Jack and Tom's jaws almost hit the floor. J: Fuck, man. That's fucking hot. Z: His father is his stepfather's slave, and his stepfather has transformed him from a neat and innocent boy into a contaminated toxic slave who will do anything for a load of contaminated cum, isn't that right, boy? Zack put his hand on Dylan's head, pulled him toward him, and kissed him. 😧 That's right, master, and daddy and poz daddy then looked for a new master and partner for me to serve him. Z: That's right, boy, and as of today, you are mine. Jack and Tom saw Dylan nestle into Zack's arms, seeking his warmth and love. T: Oohhh, so cute and romantic. Zack laughed and pushed Dylan into Jack's arms. Z: Now pamper their cocks, slave. I'll see if you're doing it right and if you're worthy of serving others. Zack nodded to Tom Z: His pussy is still dry at the moment because I haven't shot my load in it yet today. So fill him up completely, and when you're done and he's done well, only then will he get my load. Z: Did you hear that, boy? 😧 Yes, sir. Tom gave Dylan a glass. T: Drink up, slave, so you'll be a more willing whore later. Dylan drank the glass empty, and then Jack grabbed him and dragged him to the sling. Dylan lay down in the sling, and Jack tied him up so he couldn't get away. Z: Come on, guys, have a drink first and let G do his job before you use him. T: That's not a bad idea. Tom and Jack followed Zack, leaving Dylan alone for a moment. He could still feel the effects of Miss Tina, and his pussy begged to be filled. It didn't take long before he also began to feel the effects of the G, and half an hour later he heard his master and his friends returning to the playroom. J: How's our slut doing? Are you ready for our cocks, boy? Jack grabbed Dylan's head and saw that his eyes had turned into flying saucers and that he had a horny and longing look on his face. T: That doesn't look bad. J: No, that's true. But I think he wants this too, doesn't he, slave? Jack held a syringe filled with Tina in front of Dylan's face and saw how eagerly Dylan looked at the syringe. J: See, he wants this too. I knew you were a real Tina whore. J: Shall I shoot you to the stars, slave? 😧 Yes, sir. J: Will you then offer your cunt completely to us? 😧 Yes, sir, master said I can pleasure your cocks with my pussy. A broad grin appeared on Zack's face when he heard that his slave was still dutifully following his orders. J: Good answer, slave. Your master can be proud of you. Dylan felt Tom put a tourniquet around his arm and Jack look for a good vein. He felt a small prick and saw a few drops of his blood appear in the clear syringe. Then the plunger was pressed, and he saw the liquid disappear into his arm and felt the familiar rush flow through his body. He felt the tickle in his throat, coughed a few times loudly, and became the slut that Pozz daddy had made him. Jack and Tom saw the slutty, cock-hungry look on Dylan's face and knew that the party could begin. Jack first caressed Dylan's sphincter and then placed the tip of his finger against the open hole and felt the sphincter trying to suck his finger inside. Dylan was moaning loudly and whining to be fucked. J: This slave is ready for use, Tom. T: Hmmmmm, move aside, Jack, and I'll let him feel how a real man fucks. Zack had to laugh. Z: Hey, watch what you say, man, or that dick of yours will be in your own ass instead of my slave's. Tom and Jack had to laugh. 😧 Please fuck me, sir, I can't take it anymore without that fat dick of yours piercing my pussy. J: You heard the boy, Tom, fuck that ass. Tom pushed his fat mushroom against the sphincter and without any resistance he drilled his way in until he was balls deep. Dylan began to moan with pleasure and enjoyment and Tom felt the warm and moist cave suck around his fat cock and begin to milk it. T: Fuck yeah boy, what an eager cunt you have. Hmmmmm. Tom started fucking Dylan's ass slowly at first, not because he wanted Dylan to get used to his fat cock, but because he wanted to enjoy the delicious ass he was about to fuck wide open. Because once he was done fucking, Dylan's ass would no longer be able to suck around a cock the way it was doing now. Dylan was panting and moaning heavily. Jack grabbed Dylan's head and pushed his cock into Dylan's open mouth. Dylan was in ecstasy and eagerly sucked Jack's cock, while Tom began to increase the intensity of his thrusts and started to pound Dylan's pussy harder. Zack, who had been sitting stretched out on the couch enjoying the scene the whole time, started playing with his cock himself because it was too hot to watch his new slave being used by some of his best friends. Z: Treat them well with your mouth and your pussy, slave. Suck their load into that dirty, toxic cunt of yours, and if you're filled up well enough, you'll get your master's load too. T: Did you hear that, slut? We have to fill your cunt with our infectious load. We each have at least two for you, but you're dirty enough to let a filthy infectious load be dumped into that toxic cunt of yours. Dylan nodded because he didn't want Jack's delicious cock to slip out of his mouth. Tom slapped Dylan's ass. T: That's what we like to hear, a cock-hungry slut who offers her pussy to real men and lets them do their thing. J: Let me fuck that pussy, man. I want to feel it myself while it's still reasonably intact. Tom laughed and pulled his cock out of Dylan's already very loose pussy. Dylan's hole didn't stay empty for long because Jack quickly took Tom's place and pushed his cock inside without mercy. Not that Dylan felt any pain or discomfort from Jack's cock because his pussy had already been fucked so open that the cock slid through it like a knife through butter. Tom offered his cock to Dylan, who willingly began to lick it clean. J: Fuck. You've brought some good grief into the house, Zack. You can lend this one out anytime. Zack, who was quietly jerking off his fat cock, started laughing. Z: You'd like that, wouldn't you? No, he's mine, and if you want to fuck him, you'll have to get my approval. Despite already being very hot, Dylan felt a warm glow come over him when he heard Zack say that. It turned him on even more, and he wanted to try even harder for his master, so he started sucking Tom's cock harder. T: Wow, man. I think your boy is happy with what he heard. Because he's trying really hard to suck my babies out of my balls. Zack stood up and came to stand next to Dylan and rubbed his head. Z: Yes, boy, you heard right. You're mine and mine alone. I decide who will fuck your pussy. I'm not letting you go anymore. Dylan's caged cock started to jump with lust, and Dylan grabbed his master's cock and started not to jerk it but to massage it, and Zack closed his eyes and enjoyed the delicious stimulation his slave was giving his cock. Jack was pounding hard, Tom was getting sucked nicely, and Zack was being jerked off by Dylan. For Dylan, this was the perfect session. After Jack had pulled his pussy even further open, he untied Dylan's legs. J: On the bed, slut. We're going to stretch that cunt of yours wide open. Dylan was helped out of the sling. A pipe was pushed against his lips and he had to blow a few clouds first. Then he was pushed onto the bed where Tom was already waiting. Dylan fell onto Tom's chest, who started kissing him passionately. Jack took a crystal and pushed it into Dylan's gaping pussy, who quickly felt a burning sensation. Dylan started rubbing his ass against Tom's cock, which he felt pushing against his ass. T: Hmmmm, sit on my cock, slut. Dylan had no trouble sliding Tom's cock into his pussy. When the cock was completely inside his pussy, he was pushed against Tom's chest and felt Jack's cock pressing against his sphincter, trying to drill its way inside. J: Open your fucking cunt, bitch, and let my fat cock inside. Zack pulled Dylan's ass cheeks apart, opening his sphincter even more. Z: Yes, baby, show me what kind of whore pussy you have. Dylan began to pant and moan heavily and felt his sphincter open more and Jack's fat cock slide into his pussy. Z: That's it, baby. Hmmmmm, you fucking dirty bitch. Dylan moaned loudly with pleasure as Jack and Tom took turns thrusting into his pussy. Zack stood next to Dylan, grabbed his fat big cock, and started pissing on Dylan's head. Z: You dirty whore. You deserve to be pissed on. You should stink of piss and cum. Because that's the kind of dirty whore you are. Getting fucked by two pozz studs without your pussy putting up any resistance. Z: Fill his dirty cunt with your toxic cum, guys. Fill him up with your DNA and let him feel what his cunt is for. That it's only for real men to dump their cum in. J: Fuck yeah. I'm going to dump my load, slut. T: Wait, I'm almost there too. Jack and Tom now started pounding Dylan's cunt together, who was cumming internally with every thrust because his prostate was being overstimulated. Dylan was moaning with pleasure with every thrust, and then suddenly he heard both Jack and Tom let out a primal roar. He felt Jack's nails digging into his shoulders and his pussy being pumped full of two toxic and infectious loads of cum. Jack and Tom slid their cocks out of Dylan's pussy, and Dylan felt how empty his pussy felt. Jack pulled Dylan back so that his mouth was now level with Tom's dirty cock. Dylan wanted to catch his breath, but he didn't get the chance because Jack put his mouth on Tom's dirty cock. Clean our cocks, slave. Jack lay down next to Tom, and Tom and Jack started kissing and letting Dylan lick their cocks clean. Dylan felt Zack's cock pushing against his gaping sphincter and sliding in without any resistance. Z: fuuuuuuuuuuck, you guys did a great job. His pussy is nice and warm, wet, and loose. Zack immediately started fucking Dylan's pussy hard, and it didn't take long before he was about to cum. He slammed Dylan's pussy a few times, moaned loudly, and shot his load deep into his slave's intestines. Dylan was allowed to catch his breath before the second round began, and after they had fucked him a second and third time, Dylan was finally allowed to enjoy some rest. His sphincter was completely swollen from prolonged use and his body was completely exhausted. Z: He'll have to work on his stamina a bit more. T: That's right. But he's not doing badly for a first test. Zack stayed behind to chat, and after they had gone home, Zack went to pick up Dylan and allowed him to sleep with him for the first night. Zack held Dylan tightly and hugged him. The first few weeks were a series of sessions to mold Dylan into the image Zack had in mind, and when he was completely ready, Zack took him to a party where masters shared their slaves with each other.

*** more explicit chem stuff is coming promise lol there is a build to these things 😉 *** Knock knock knock I opened my bleary eyes feeling worn out to someone knocking on my door. Still half asleep I dragged myself to the door and looked through the peep hole. The hallways was empty. Jus then the knocking came again and I realized it was from the communicating door. Without thinking I went over and opened it up, eyes still half closed. “ Do you have a towel I could borrow just got back form the gym and mine are all out” Standing there was the senior partner , in just a jock with his hands resting on the door frame. Sweat from his body matted his chest hair down and glistened in his furry pits. The scent coming form his body was like a popper hit. Mumbling something I turned around and headed to the bathroom with him following behind. As I reached up to grab an extra towel from the rack I felt him move fast behind me and turn me roughly to the big mirror. His hand went up and grabbed my face. His sweaty body pressed against me x his other arm came around and held me roughly at the waist. “ I heard you last night you fucking slut. Getting pounded and begging like a whore. Ims or glad to here you like taking raw cock.” With that I felt some moving between my cheeks now slick with his sweat. With a single shove his cock slid balls deep in my stretched hole , the left over cum and lube from last not allowing him to sink fully into my hole. Watching ym eye bulge in the mirror the breath was knocked out of me as he just started pummeling my hole. “Fuck this hole is still sloppy and wet . Such a fucking piece of trash taking raw cock from anyone. Just a fucking slut and hole to be filled aren’t you” Still trying to catch my breath I was able to respond. He ripped his cock from my tender hole and turned me around and slapped my face. “ Answer me slut” Meekly I answered yes quietly. “ not good enough say it out loud let me hear, or do you need some encouragement to be a totally cum slut pig? “ grabbing my head he shoved me face first into his sweaty hairy pits. Instinctively my tongue flashed out licking up the bead of sweat and getting his scent all over my face. I greedily lap and licked and moaned as I worship his pit. Grabbing my hair his pull me out and brought a bottle to my nose……where did he get poppers from… I had already taken two deep hits before I even thought about what I was doing. “ Two more pig fucker we aren’t done yet” The four hits went straight to my head as he spun me back around and grabbed my hair , pulling me up to look at myself in the mirror. My eyes hungry and glistening with spit and sweat. His cock was right at the entrance to my hole. “ Say what you are you fucking cumdump. Look yourself int eh eyes and say it or I walk away and leave your hole empty” “ im a slut, sir” “ What else you fucking cunt?” “ i need to be used and filled with cock . please fuck my hole and breed me. Popper me up and use me like the fucking trash I am” With that he rammed his cock in my hole as I watched my eyes bulge and the flush from the poppers was spread across my face and chest. Sweat glistend on me as he pummeled my hole not stopping until finally grabbing my hips he slammed me all the way back. Pain exploded in me as he broke throw the second ring and his hot cum flooded my hole. My own cock erupted spraying the mirror with cum coating the reflection of my face. “ Lick that cum up fucker” In a dazed I leaned forward and licked my cum from the mirror. He pulled me back his sweaty body pressed against mine. His hot mouth whispered against my ear. “You’re mine now…….”

Part 8 Dad drove us home, well to his house. In silent. Once arrived, I went to my assigned room and shut the door leaving him awkwardly struggling with what he thought I was feeling. I sit on my bed, feeling the plug being pushed up my mattress, awakening me some desire again... lost in the thought of this fucked up weekend ending with me lusting for man's meat and juice... All of that mostly because of my twisted Dad... Should I resent him for what he have done ? For planting the seed in my mind that this would free me ? For actually plating his seed deep in my guts ? I should resent him for that... I mean he even let two strangers breed me as lunch for desert... but I cannot... Was it thankfulness I was feeling ? Speaking of the devil, I heard knocks on the door... "May I come in ?" "Yes" "I asked this time, and I am dressed. So do you want to discuss what happened at the restaurant ? it seems that whatever happened with your boss in the toilets triggered some turmoil..." "That is the least to say, Dad... My boss is not poz and all I saw yesterday was roleplay. So yes she cheated on me with him but yet all was a fantasy" "oh... Oh I see... Well I am sorry son... this would have brought us closer... I was able to disclose you I was myself positive" I looked at him puzzled... Does he even realize it is only this ?!? "and we have become more intimate. You discover part of your body that could give you pleasure like you never expected. You discover facets of you craving for different desires, primal ones. There is no point regretting what you saw yesterday, what you have experienced since then. First because it is too late, but more importantly because you need to be true to yourself : you fucking enjoyed yourself. Did you not ?" I lay there reflecting, feeling lectured... but also reassured maybe. "Saying no would be lying." I admitted. "Though, I struggle to understand how the full straight jock I was 48 hours ago could fancy such twisted things you made me do... I mean, I just have the impression when I replay the whole situation that you are the one who tricked me, that you made me your fleshlight" I see dad think about my statements, accusation even, and it does not seem to anger him. "You would not be my son, I admit I would plead guilty right away! I converted a few neg guys that way. Thinking about it could make me hard right now... But you are my son. And things did not developed that way... you have to admit it". He replied assertively, maintaining eye contact, and his reference to he pozzing neg guys made me look at his scrotch, furtively, or so I thought. "Listen Son, I am sorry. What happened does me you could turn positive... you can always take PEP, which would highly reduce the risk... I will take an appointment tomorrow with my doctor so you can check this out with him". I looked at him, and I seemed relieved that he is taking of me. I went to hug him and just sighed in his chest. Being held in his arms this way felt secure and in some way his scents triggers some arousal in me which I tried to hide. Either he did not notice it or faint to. After a while I unfold my arms and just say "Thank you. I think I need to meet the doctor" "Alright. I will arrange this fist thing in the morning". The rest of the day went on quietly, as we settled in the garden near the pool. He was reading, while I was browsing content on phone... Well actually looked for information about the risks, to be sure to ask every single question to the doc the next day... The next morning, I woke up hearing dad on the phone, and to my understanding he was according to meet the doctor. As he hang up, he knocked on the door and I yawned as just said "Yes". "Hi Son, I hope you slept well. Everything alright ?" "Yes, thanks. It seems I had a restful night. I has been a long time, though I felt some pain in my ass... but well I would discuss this with the doctor" "Yes about that, appointment is in one hour. So you have 45min to get ready and I will drive you there. I took some days off to be sure everything is going okay." "Thanks Dad, let me properly wake up and prepare and I will be there". I hung out a bit more in bed, before showering and getting. As I notice I forgot to was my laundry, I decide to wear yesterday clothes... not that I have much choices... Dad drove me the local clinic, we sat in the waiting room, while I hear my name called. I raised to my feet and went to the exam room. A very handsome man in his fifties was sitting on a chair, looking at his computer. As he saw me, he greeted me "Hi, I am Doctor Gabel. First time we meet, Jay Marsch, is it ?" "Hi, Yes Doctor." "Okay, I see you are the son of Andrews Marsch, who called for you saying this was an emergency. So explain what is happening to me." "Indeed... well I am not sure how to say this... " hesitating wht to say and not to say "Jay, no need to be ashamed or fear anything... I see plently of men and women here with things that would seems awkward to anyone... So feel free to speak. no judgement" he said seing my reluctancy to develop. "Okay... well I had unprotected sex with a man who is HIV positive, and I would like to see how I could get PEP". "I see" he simply replied raising an eybrow "Were you top or bottom ?Are you usually barebacking ?" "heu, bottom I guess, and yes I used to with my girlfried, who appeared to be cheating on me" "Owh okay. You are bisexual then ?" "Well, I have never done a thing with a man before this weekend." "Okay. Since this have been you first time, I might need to have a look at you. WOuld you mind getting undress and lay on your back on the eximanation table ? "Sure". I started to get undress until being in the jock Dad lent me "You can keep that on, Jay" he said with a smile. I climbed on the table an laid on my back, as I saw the doctor apprroaching - noticing a bulge in his pants. "Alright Jay, please raise your hips and your legs so I can see your anus. I might need probe at least one finger inside before inserting a speculum to check. Any pains there since you get fucked ?" I did what I was told. He lubed his fingers and inserted it. My felt my sore ass reacting and clenching on it. The doc goes on, inserting a second finger. My body was reacting to the intrusion, and I started to get a boner. "Okay Jay, no neeed to be ashamed of your reaction. It is totally normal. I will now insert the speculum, that will feel quite cold but that would allow me to see inside if there is any bleeding." "Okay doctor, but I think there was bleeding... I mean the man's penis was pinkish once he withdrew from me" "Okay, let me confim this" with that he starting to insert the metallic tool, which felt cold. Once inside he opened it, and feeling opened, he inserted a finger which I felt was caressing my guts. "Okay Jay what I see here is a bit messy. Besides traces of cum, there are indeed nice scratching marks and they seem to go far" I started to worry about that description "well he was pretty hung, like 11 inches and a piercing sharply drooved." "Interesting. I know some guys that could match that description" wait was doc gay ? "And were you able that the stud was positive before in came in you ?" "Yes I was" I admitted. "So if I sum up, you are a straight man who was fucked raw by a very hung man, who has a piercing designed to scratch your insides, a man who is HIV positive and you let cum him in you. Am I correct ?" he asked. Laid on the table I could only see the astonishment and smile on his face between my legs, and all the time having a finger rubbing my inside "Well said like this, if seems completly crazy... but yes" "Ok Jay, so let me ask you more questions. It seems that having things down you ass is exciting you. And so is telling me what happened. You jock is being soaked by you dick as we speak. You let a positive man gift you. Did you enjoy the moment ? Do you think you would do it again ?" "I did enjoy that yes, but wait you said gift ? How is that a gift ? "Ow this is the word poz man use when they share their semen to neg guys usually. And we consider this has a gift because it set free of the fear of catching it. And for some men, it is also an attraction. Were you attracted to that cock ?" What the fuck was happening... where this consultation was going. And did he just said 'we' when talking about poz men ? and yet i hear myself replying "Yes" to the doctor. "I come back in one minute Jay" the doctor said leaving the room and me exposed on the table. "Okay Jay, I am back and I asked your father to join me". What the fuck was this doctor. "Andrews" the doc calls my dad by his fist name as well ?? "Have a look at his guts." Dad did bent an check through the speculum my guts. "You fucked him good, Andrews" the doc said, before adding "Jay, you can take PEP, that would work, but before this, I would like you to consider this." with that he opened his flyer and revealed a 9-inch cock. He withdraw the speculum and put his dick at my entrance looking me in the eyes. "I can feel your ass pushing on me Jay. Do you want me to go further ?" I was again losing control over my cock which has been drooling precum since the first finger intrusion... i just sighed and nodded. With that the doc just slided in, inches after inches until I feel his balls against my ass. "You feel these balls ? They have a huge load for you Jay. Now be a good son and suck your old man cock while I breed you". Dad was already stroking his cock, leaking with precum as he came near and directed my head to his mushroom. The doc started to go back and forth. "Yeah suck that dick Jay. You know your father is the one who converted me. In a way is a kind of father to me." he said. "Fuck your ass is good. I will not last long Andrews" "Well breed his cunt Mark, I will fed him his breakfast" Dad said, in my disbelief. The doc just rushed in and out and just shout "Oh fuck, take my seed boy!" as I feel him filling me. A few seconds later was cumming down my throat, petting me. As they both got their dick back in their pant, I recovered slowly from the fuck "Well Jay this was an interesting encounter. You can get dressed as well. Here is your prescription. Up to you to decide to take it or not. But please take an appointment to have a checkup in one month" he said, winking at my dad, and handing me the drug list.

I was at a bathhouse on the sun deck laying on my stomach. I put towel over face as I wanted to relax. I feel this weight on me and this cock in my crack. I was no stranger to bareback but never had it bare and anonymous. I feel him plunge in my hole and well I enjoyed his cock. No protest from me. A few minutes later he is telling me he is going to breed my ass full of his cum. I feel the warm flow of cum, a lot of it, in my ass. He pats me on ass says thanks and walks away. I kept towel over my head for awhile longer. Every time I go to this bathhouse I do same thing. I am addicted to anonymous bb fucking, and continue to do this on the sun deck and also glory holds now.

This is so hot omggg

I have not, as far as I know. But my dealer also escorts. And one of his regular clients is a catholic priest. I have heard many of the details, although my dealer abstains from any details that could allow me to figure out who he is.

I do not go to a specifically gay-oriented organization. When I have to find a new provider and/or organization, I try to find ones that are non-judgmental about gay issues, though I don't make a big deal of it. I've generally found people to be more sympathetic than not, including (maybe surprisingly?) in conservative West Virginia. I do switch doctors if one seems so obtuse about the issues that it becomes a lot of work. I am mostly honest with them, including about sex practices, though I occasionally withhold information that I think would be prejudicial and isn't a serious health issue. However, I'm the kind of guy (overeducated in science and medical-related fields) who mostly tends to drive my own healthcare decisions rather than relying on the medical establishment.

working from home 1st guy was a repeat from a local council worker who fucked me once before. asked it I was free, and came over. just like the first time he made me suck him hard, then lie flat face down, and then pushed in and pounded away until he bred me. cleaned up and was gone. 2nd guy was somebody I maust have chatted too on the apps and given my number too but didnt remember him. texted me and said he was close to my house and facied a wank. Told him I only wanted to btm even if just for a quick fuck, he said see you in 8 minutes. texted when outside and pulled up in a white van came up stairs, I sucked him hard got on all fours and he pushed in with a huge thick cock and pounded me until he just said cumming and flodded my hole. He was so thick i was glad of the first load for lube. I sucked him clean, he tucked his thick cock back into his pants picked up his jacket and was gone. off to Sitges Pride tomorrow so feel like i have got off to a good start for the weekend!

Chapter 2 In Florian's hotel room. Just the beginning. We're sitting with a glass of champagne. My test’s running. Both still dressed, but already just in socks. My test comes back negative. Second glass. The champagne kicks in. I start playing footsie with Florian. He touches my thighs. Strokes a little. I get up, go over. Sit on his lap. He grabs me. Asks: “You feel it?” Me: “Yeah. A bit. Should take off my pants. Feel it better.” I do it. Now I’m in my jock, sitting on him. Feel his bulge through his pants. He spreads my ass. His hard-on, still in his pants, presses into my crack. I get hornier. He says: “Close your eyes, my soon poz boy. Stand up for a second.” I stand. Hear fabric sliding. I know—his pants are off. He says: “Sit back down.” I sit. His bare cock against my ass. He holds me tight. Spreads my cheeks again. His dick slides into my crack. Already hard. Getting slick. Pre-cum. He: “You feel it, boy?” Me: “Yeah. I feel your poison cock. And your pre-cum on my neg hole.” I rock back and forth. My crack gets wet. Wet with pre-cum. Wet with his poz pre-cum. The champagne hits harder. I kiss him on the lips. He hesitates. Pulls me in. Kisses me. His tongue in my mouth. Passion. Lust. My neg hole’s slippery. Suddenly—his poz tip at my neg hole. Resting there. I move. His tip presses gently. Sharp sting. In. Just the head. More pre-cum. He says: “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, boy.” His tip coats my insides with his poz pre-cum. Heat. He pushes me away. Strips naked. Fast.

My hungry hole

I've decided, fuck all men. By that I mean both "I hate men" and "I will have sex with as many as I can." Why? Because a man screwed me, both literally and figuratively. It started on my after my high school graduation. I decided to do some 'voluntourism' over the summer, and I picked South Africa as a good place to go help out. My church funded it so a few of them accompanied me. We got along okay, but I was never that pious and I liked the pleasures in life. It made it a little weird between myself and my overly-religious companions. I think I hid my true nature pretty well while they were around, but I knew I had to get away and enjoy myself a little or I'd go mad over there. After a few days of bricklaying and other menial tasks, I finally got a chance. It was a Friday night and they were planning to go to some nearby church to speak. I told them I was too tired (and who preaches on a Friday night anyway?!?) and they left me in the hotel. As soon as it was clear, I left for a nearby club. Once inside, I headed to the bar and waited for guys to come hit on me. I'm obviously attractive, and clearly an American which means I have money too. Every guy there wanted to dance with me and if they didn't try, it was because they knew they had no chance. Within a couple minutes a tall black guy orders me the most expensive drink in the club. I'd already received several drinks, but this sucker was $200. I figured if anything I owed him a dance. I downed the drink and he brought me to the dance floor. I was already getting a bit toasted, since I'd already drank a couple from random guys, so our dancing quickly devolved into raw grinding. At first I was hunched over with him grinding his crotch against my ass. I figured I shouldn't get too into it, since this is South Africa after all, but when I stood up he started kissing my neck. I now realized how turned on I was. I was warned about the reputation of the country though. Something like 33% of people have HIV, and that's the country overall. The poorer parts have much higher rates. Since I was supposed to be volunteering, we had come to one of those poorer parts. I knew it would be suicidal to go home with anyone. I tried to push away from him a little, but he grabbed me by my stomach and pulled me back. I said "I can't, I've gotta go." But he said "Just a little longer baby, til the end of this song." I suddenly realized how tired I was, and decided I didn't have the energy to say no anyway. The next part is a little fuzzy as my memory isn't that great past this point. I remember the guy kept grinding his not-well-hidden boner into my butt, but this time moving his hands upwards to my breasts. I moved my hands to push his away, but my coordination was off. I assumed I had drunk more than I realized at that point. He pulled down my top just enough to let a breast out and started fondling it. It actually felt really good, but I still knew I couldn't let myself do anything rash. I tried to stop him, but couldn't figure out how to move my hands to get his own out of my shirt. I tried to walk forward to get away, but I almost fell down instead. The guy caught me and led me away. After that, I vaguely recall a car ride before he carried me into his house. Once inside he started kissing my neck again and reaching his hand into my panties. I tried to get onto my knees, but he spun me around and shoved me onto my back. He started humping me from the missionary position. The last thing I remember is him calling in several other guys to the room. I never thought that would be how I lost my virginity. The next day I woke up at his place. There were like 13 guys sleeping nearby, most of them naked. I looked towards the door and saw the dude who had originally drugged me. His eyes were open. I asked "Did you use a condom?" He just grinned. I tried to turn over and felt something stick between my legs. Looking down, I realized I was covered in semen... and some blood. I lethargically got on my feet, and got out of the house. My clothes were gone so I was butt naked, but I managed to steal some from a nearby house that had left them out to dry. When I got back to the hotel I cleaned up before my bible group woke. My excuse was that I went to an orphanage to help, and ended up sleeping there. I thought I could hide the truth and put it all behind me. I thought wrong. A few weeks later I came down with the worst flu I've ever had. I knew what it meant. I knew I could go to the doctors, but then my parents would find out and they would probably be more upset that I had sex at all. My bigger concern though; I was angry. If I went to the doctors and got an official diagnosis, I couldn't plead ignorance when I slept around with folks. And boy did I want to sleep around with folks. Why should other people get to be clean when I had dirtiness thrust upon me? Besides which, the more poz people there are, the more people just like me. When college started, I decided 'fuck it'. I lived in a co-ed dorm, so there were a ton of guys around and a ton of opportunities to slut myself out. I made sure to always wear my best make-up, but also to dress a little slutty so guys knew I was available. Within the first day, I had managed to fuck 8 guys raw. I made all of them promise not to tell anyone else though. I knew some of them wouldn't keep that promise, but I was hoping to keep this up as long as I could. In the first week, all the freshmen were out in the common areas, trying to make new friends and things. I would just find one, let him chat me up, laugh at his jokes, then ask where his room was. Once he brought me there it was game over. I knew it couldn't last forever though. As soon as a couple guys tested poz, the school would surely catch on. I didn't know how long that'd take though, since it took a few weeks to come down with the fuck-flu, and a lot of them wouldn't go to the nurses to get it checked, and when someone did go it would still be a bit before they diagnosed it correctly. My campus is fairly big, with about 20k undergrads and almost half of those living in dorms. With such a large sample size, I tried my best to visit other dorms as much as I could so they may not even know who I was and wouldn't have a way to contact me afterwards. The first guy I know I infected was named Tommy. He was a bit of an ass. When I came to his dorm he tried to impress me by calling some other kid names and shit. I pretended to be impressed and asked him to lead me back to his room. Once inside, before I even had a chance to make moves on him, the fucker had the audacity to say "Wow it's hot in here" and take off his shirt. As if that wouldn't seduced me. Luckily for him, I didn't need seducing. I started rubbing his chest, he reciprocated by massaging my own. I pushed my hips into his, and he started kissing me. While we were still standing up, he grabbed my arm and spun me around, pinning me against the wall. While kissing my neck, he lifted up my short dress and pulled down my panties. He whipped out his cock and shoved it in. He fucked the shit out of me for maybe 15 minutes before cumming in my pussy. A few weeks later he came back as poz and dropped out. Only he knew what I looked like, and he didn't know where I lived or what my name was, so I never got implicated from that. Immediately after I fucked Tommy, I went up a few floors in the same building. I saw some guy enter the showers in only a towel. He was muscled and well-toned, and when passing he had a clear 'fuck she's hot' expression on his face.. I knew I needed another fun ride. After he started the shower, I noted there was no one else in the bathroom and slipped in. I got in the shower next to his. They were individual showers, but with an open top so you can put stuff on the barrier you share with your neighbor. I took off my clothes and put my bra and panties where he could see them. I heard him audibly stop showering as he realized there were now girls panties next to his head. I left my shower and entered his. He had a very brief moment where he freaked out and asked me to leave, but then he realized there was an extremely attractive naked lady in the shower next to him. He paused his freaking out, and I took the opportunity to push him into the wall and start kissing him, then I guided him to the floor. I knew there was probably semen from the last couple guys in there, so I wanted to control things to ensure he didn't notice. When he was sitting down, with his back leaning against the wall, I lifted up his cock and let it slide in. I rode his cock for a good 15 minutes. He was moaning the whole time, but I started getting tired and was wondering if he'd ever cum. I told him he'd better cum soon or I'd quit, and he took that as the signal to take control. He pushed me back so I was on the floor on my belly. Then he got on top of me and started power-humping me into the ground. Within maybe 30 seconds he had the best orgasm of his life. Apparently people heard though, and before I could get dressed the RA on the floor came. He said I was in trouble and if I could wait there while he called someone. I said I'd prefer if I could wait in his room... and I think you know what happened from there. It's been a couple months now and I'm still going strong. I have a reputation with some people and they know I'm the slut, but that never stops guys from fucking me. No one the big secret though. It's even more surprising since we've actually gotten emails about an HIV outbreak on campus. As several guys have apparently got it recently. None of the guys knew who I was though, so I guess they assume it's being spread through needles or something. Another small factoid; I never used birth control. A few weeks ago I finally got pregnant. I don't really want a kid, but I'm holding off on an abortion to see if anyone implicates me later on. I figure they can't get that mad at a pregnant lady... right?

Chapter 13 – Tom’s weekend Tom head just left his son and was on his way to one of Will’s friend’s place. He had played with Daddy Greg before and knew him well. He pulled up to the familiar address. He walked around back and entered the house from the back sliding glass door. On the kitchen table there was a note waiting for him. He was to join his host in the basement. The note went on to say to keep dressed and tight lipped until told otherwise. They would be inducting a new guy, a wanna be thug, into to their circle. He was instructed to bring down some premade refreshments with him into the basement. Tom grabbed the bag on the table and went to the refrigerator. Inside ready to go were 2 red Gatorades, 1 blue Gatorade, and 1 bottle of coke. He was familiar with the set up. This would be a introduction of a straight boy. Tom snickered to himself. He threw them in the bag and walked down to the basement. Tom opened the basement door to find Greg and another guy already sitting on a couch, passing around a blunt. Greg was a strong looking fellow that obviously spent much time at the gym. He was muscular but not over the top muscular. He was in great shape for a 45 year old man. Greg was dressed in a white shirt and grey sweat pants. The young man next to him was a slender 19 year old black jock type. He was a high school athlete that wasn’t good enough for college scholarship. But he knew how to keep fit. He has a baby face that has a small patch of peach fuzz on his chin. He’s wearing a white tank top and black dickies pants. Even sitting down, you could tell he had his pants sagging, showing off the green plaid boxers under his pants. Tom approached the men and introduced himself. T: Hi, I’m Greg’s friend Tom. Hi Greg. G: oh hey, join us for this smoke session. This is Cameron. He’s my daughter’s boyfriend. C : Sup. Call me Cam. They fist bumped and Tom took a seat on the recliner by the couch. G: Pass it to my friend Tom here. Don’t be greedy. Cam handed the blunt to Tom. He took 2 hits and passed it back to Cam. He took the last hit and put the thing out on the ash tray on the little side table. T: I brought some drinks. Good thing I brought extra. A red for Greg, and a red for me. Looks like your choices are blue Gatorade or a cold coke. Should help with the dry mouth from the blunt. C : Hand me the blue. Blue is my favorite. Cam reached for the drink and it fell to the floor just as the hand off was approaching. Tom picked it up upside down and then swished it upright to hand Cam. He twisted off the lid and took a good 2 gulps. He hadn’t noticed the cap was loose. It was full of a premixed with ground ecstasy, Cialis, and a good dose of G. They made small talk for a while until Cam was noticeably starting to sweat. He looked a bit dazed. T: Hey Cam, you feeling alright? You look a little warm? G: Yeah it feels warm in here. The thermostat is too high. I’m gonna go fix it. C : Yeah, I'm feeling warm. T: Good thing we have these nice cold drinks. Tom took a gulp of his Gatorade and Cam followed with taking another few gulps of his drink. Greg walked back and said he turned on the AC. They made small talk as Cam continued to sweat and glaze over. He was able to slur some answers when talked to but his answers were getting shorter. G: Hey Cam, why don’t you show Tom here your tattoo. Cam was barely audible when he answered. C : Cool. He began to pull off his tank top and took some time but yanked it off after a slow struggle. C : Isn’t it tight. G: Look, it says “Tyrell”. It is his last name. T: It does? Where does it say that? Greg scooted closer to Cam and laid his hand of his chest. With his index finger he traced the letters written across the young man’s chest. After the last L, he dragged his finger to Cam’s nipple and flicked it. A slight moan came from the boy. T: Wow, that’s a cool tattoo. Tom got up and sat next to Cam on the opposite side from Greg. Tom put his hands on Cam’s chest and groped his chest and ran his fingers down his abs. Again, Cam let out a moan. T: Do you have any more tattoos Cam? C : Nnnnnno G: I thought I heard from my daughter that you have another tattoo on your leg. T: oh wow, can we see that one too? C : Nnnnnno G: Here let’s find it. Greg reached down to the young man’s pants and opened the button and zipped down the fly. Greg and Tom each grabbed a leg and pulled his pants right off of him. G: Now lets see that tattoo. Greg and Tom each ran their hands up and down the man’s legs and up his thighs to the start of his boxers. Moans escaped Cam’s mouth. G: No, Haven’t found it yet. What is it you told my daughter? My 18 year old baby. Keep looking for the star. Greg grabbed Cam’s green boxers and pulled them straight down. T: oh there it is. Tom reached down to the man’s shaved skin right above his dick. There he touched the star they were looking for. Tom would touch the star and drag his fingers down the length of his growing dick. Greg did the same from his side of the man. The growing dick was curved slightly upward and slapped against his skin touching his belly button. Greg grabbed the 8 inches of black meat and gave it a squeeze. Moans escaped Cam’s mouth. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. G: What was it that you said to my baby girl? Kiss the star? Don’t let that big black meat get in your way. Is that what you said to her before you defiled her and bred her? You stupid fuck did it right here on this couch. I have this entire basement set up to record shit. I had to sit and watch to pop her cherry in the 5 minutes you lasted. Must have been your first too. Well now you both have your cherries popped in this basement. When we’re done, you’ll be too hung up on dick to worry about pussy. Tom bent down and pulled the dick outward and kissed the star. He licked the star every which way and ventured south and licked the length of the teen’s dick. Cam squirmed slightly but was helpless as Tom engulfed the entire dick down his throat. Louder moans came from Cam. They kind of sounded like no but just melted into a long OOOOoooo sound. Greg ran his hands up and down the teen’s body. Every time he passed the nipples he would flick or twist them. This illicit more moans from Cam. Tom got between the teen’s legs and push his legs up. He held one leg up and Greg held up the other. Tom licked downward and circled the balls. He wet the taint and arrived at the teen’s quivering hole. Greg and Tom switch positions. Greg touched the exposed hole with his finger. A weak No could be heard from Cam. Greg just laughed and folded the teen in half. He drove his tongue into the exposed hole and tongued it open. Cam gave a yelp and then sounded like he was singing aaaaaaaaah. Greg dropped the naked teen down on the couch. G: Tom, get him on the ottoman. Tom picked up the teen. In his relaxed g’d up state, he was dead weight but easily moved. Greg threw off his clothes and showed off his 10 inch snake. As tom laid the teen on the ottoman, his head was hanging off one end and his ass/legs were hanging off the other end. Tom got naked and his 7 inches were on full display. Tom went back to eating the teen’s hole. Greg circled to the teen’s hanging head. He waited for him to start moaning again, then he slapped Cam’s cheek with the head of his dick. G: Open up you baby. Take it in your mouth. You know you want to. He put his dick at the teen’s mouth and coated his lips with precum. Greg reached down and played with the nipples. Cam’s mouth opened and was filled with the head of Greg's thick dick. G: That’s okay baby. You are new to this. Just suck on the head and get it nice and wet. Tom go over to the dresser and get out the glass pipe. Lets get this parTy started. Tom grabbed the pipe and brought a chunk of T with him. He handed the pipe to Daddy Greg, who breathed out a large cloud right in the teen’s face. Tom put the shard in between his fingers and slowly pushed them into the teen’s hole. Once he was fully inside the hole, he released the shard and held it in place. The teen started to squirm and gyrate his hips which made his dick slap against his stomach. Tom waited for the movement to stop and pulled his fingers out of the hole. He was handed the pipe and took his hit. Greg motioned for him to keep going so he took 2 more hits. G: Tom come over here and let him slobber on your dick for a bit. Tom happily moved to the teen’s mouth. He pushed his dick half way into the boys mouth. Greg walked over to his dresser and pulled out a Polaroid camera. He took a closeup of the teen with a white dick in his mouth. He took a few pictures and put the camera down. G: okay it’s nice and wet. Let’s move him to the bed in the next room. Greg picked up the teen like he was a sack of potatoes and threw him over his shoulder. He threw the body onto the bed and put him on his back. Greg pulled his ass to the edge of the bed. The bed was the kind with a canopy and poles on each corner. Each corner had restraints at the top and bottom of each pole. Greg placed the teens ankles into the higher restraints and threw a pillow under the teen’s ass. There his prize was, legs spread open, hole unattended. Greg once again ran his hands all over the teen’s body, working him up with strange noises escaping his mouth. Once he felt the teen was ready to take it like a man, he stopped his hands on the hard dick before him. Greg rubbed his head on the hole, teasing it. G: Don’t worry I’m not that fucked up. I wont devirginize you with my thick dick. Cam gave a sigh of relief but it was short lived. G: That’s what Tom is for. He will break you in so your not so tight for me. I don’t want to rip you in half or anything. Tom waited for Greg to move and then took his place between the boy’s legs. He placed his dick at the saliva wet hole. Greg handed Tom a bottle of T laced lube and Tom coated his dick with it. He dropped the bottom to the floor as he pushed forward. The hole tried to keep him out. Push, push, push, on the 3rd push the head popped in and the teen came alive with movement. The G had been wearing off and the T starting to really course through the teen’s body. Tom held his dick there as the teen made his yelp. He was starting to make words. "No’s" and "please’s" were audible. Greg grabbed something from the dresser and went to Cam’s head. He placed a ball gag in his mouth. Muffled sound escaped the teen but words were gone. Greg gave Tom a nod and it was off to the races. Tom grabbed the teen by the hips and pushed his full dick into the hole. The teen was trying to move but his legs were still tied to the bed. Tom just held his waist and slammed into him, over and over. Muffled screams were half heard and tears ran down the teen’s face. Greg just looked into Cam’s eyes and gave an evil grin. The room was filled with the loud sound of skin slapping into skin. Tom kept up a fast rhythm and felt his nut starting to build. T: I’m almost ready to breed him. G: Go ahead. I love stretching a wet hole. Tom slammed into the teen and gave a grunt as he shot ropes of cum into the teen’s open hole. Cam had felt the intruding dick thicken and throb before the cum filled his insides. Chapter 14 – New Chem Daddy Cam laid on his back. His hole filled with dick and cum. Tears running down his face. Tom pulled out and pushed a dildo in the teen. Where Tom’s dick was the same thickness as Cam’s dick, the dildo was thicker. It was a big step toward the thickness of the 10 inch snake that was going to attack him. Cam felt his hole stretching to accommodate the dildo. He cried into the ball in his mouth and only guttural sounds made it out. His whimpers finally settled down. Greg get between his legs and looked Cam in the eye. He grabbed the boys dick that was still rock hard and jerked it. G: See when you are good, I can help you feel good. When you are bad… Greg grabbed the teen’s balls with one hand. All the air was pushed out of the Cam’s lungs. G: When you are bad, you get pain. Greg released the balls. As an olive branch, he bent down and throated the teen’s dick. All 8 inches of it was in his throat. Greg touched the dildo and twisted it inside the teen. Cam moaned like he was enjoying it. Greg pulled off the dick and went and removed the ball gag. G: Now don’t start pleading and crying. I don’t give a fuck. All I care about is that you listen to my commands. Do we understand each other? Cam nodded up and down. His hands that he forgot were not bound at any time, they had been gripping the bed sheet the entire time. Finally moving his arms and hands around, he wiped the tears from his face. G: Cam, I want to see you touch yourself for me. Yes, pleasure yourself for my amusement. As ordered, the teen’s left hand went to his chest and rubbed himself. His right hand went down to his dick. He gripped the tip and worked down the shaft slowly to the base. He started long stroking himself. G: That’s right. Greg gripped the dildo and started pushing into the teen and then back. Cam gasped but continue to jerk off for Greg. G: That’s right. You know who your daddy is now, don’t you? Who’s your new daddy? C : you are. Your my new daddy. G: Good. Time to take Daddy’s dick. Tom was now laying at the other end of the bed recovering after his orgasm. Greg went to his dresser and came back with a few things. He pulled out a rubber cord and tied it around the teen’s arm. Cam started to get worried. C. No, no, I cant do that. I don’t need that. G: oh trust me. You do. Greg pulled out a needle filled with a clear liquid. G: Don’t worry. It’s a beginner’s dose. Believe me, it’s a kindness. Cuz your gonna take my whole dick like a good little whore. So calm down. Remember, I help you feel good. Cam held still for his daddy. Greg found a vein and pulled back, registered, and then pushed it all in. Worry filled Cam’s face. Greg released the rubber tourniquet and Cam started coughing up a lung. Greg pushed his arm up toward the sky and let the teen hold his arm up with his other arm. Greg released the tied up ankles. He laid the teen’s legs on his shoulders and pulled out the dildo. He replaced it with his dick head. He let the teen catch his breath and then pushed his head in one go. C : oh fuuuuuuuck. Greg pushed forward letting his weight carry his forward. C : ohhhhhh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck. G: Good little whore. You have half of it in you. Pushing forward the dick was fighting the stretching hole and the dick was winning. All the teen could do is grip the bed sheets and moan. Greg bottomed out and held his place. C : oh shit. It’s too big. I can’t take it. G: you know if feels good, even if it hurts a little. Baby I make you feel so good Greg pulled out until the tip was the only part inside. Then slam, he pushed back in. Cam was seeing stars, but in a good way. Yes, it hurt but something inside of him was wanting more and more. Greg pushed balls deep into the teen and then held himself there. G: I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. You know you want it. Pull yourself up a big and push back into me. Go ahead. Cam slowly pulled his body away from the top and then pushed down toward him. C : oh my god. G: see I told you. Keep going little whore. Cam kept fucking himself on his daddy’s dick. Greg reached down and jerked the bottoms dick which made the teen fucking himself faster. Greg pulled out and jumped on the bed, laying on his back. G: Get back on it and fuck yourself. Cam sat straight down on the dick and straddled the top. He started bouncing on the dick. He was lost in the greatness of the moment and just kept riding. Cam lost track of time and had no idea how long he was riding the huge dick. Eventually, Greg grabbed the boy and started drilling up into the young man. G: so are you ever gonna fuck my daughter again? C : no sir, never. G: what do you want from your daddy? C : I don’t want pussy. I want daddy’s big dick. Greg pulled the teen down and shot his load into the love tunnel. They both collapsed into each other. Each trying to catch their breath. Tom started clapping. T: Bravo. Bravo. Perfection. G: oh we seem to have forgotten our dear friend Tom. T: that’s ok. I was watching the hot scene in front of me. Plus it gave me time to piss and take a blue pill. I’m all boned up again and ready to go. G: lets get you a point. Cam lifted off of Greg and just laid on the bed while Greg got up to prepare a needle. Tom sat on the edge of the bed and waited patiently for his Daddy to shoot him up. Greg walked up and tied off, pushed in, and untied. The experienced man barely coughed but felt the tingly T all over his body instantly. G: Tom get on your knees. Head down, ass up. Tom obeyed Gregs orders. He walked behind Cam and started rubbing his shoulders. G: Remember, I make you feel good. You are my bottom to fuck as I please now. but I also recognize you have manly urges too. So, get behind that other whore and fuck a load into his hole. I know you haven’t cum yet. It will feel amazing baby. Cam’s dick was still so hard it almost hurt. And he had not shot a load off yet. He listened to his new daddy. No, his new chem daddy. He got behind Tom and pulled his dick head down to meet the hole. Cam hesitated a moment and Tom was not having it. Tom pushed back and back peddled until the dick was balls deep in my hole. Cam just stayed still, enjoying all the feeling he was getting. He pulled back an inch and pushed forward. He pulled back 4 inches and pushed forward. He pulled out completely and shoved back into the experienced hole. C : OMG that feel amazing. It is so much better than pussy. As Cam continued to thrust, Greg noticed that his movements were a bit robotic and stiff. G: Holy fuck. My daughter was your very first fuck. And that would make this your second fuck ever. Holy balls. C : Yes, daddy I was a virgin and this is my 2nd. Greg climbs up on the bed behind Cam and puts one arm around his body and onto his chest. The other hand gives his ass a slap and then goes to Cams hip, right above his ass cheek. He helps guide Cam’s body into a rhythm. Greg backs away and watches as his new fuck boy nails his whore on loan from Will. After some instruction, the boy shows to be a natural. He is slamming into Tom, making him moan. They sound like they are both in heat. It doesn’t take long for the teen to build up his nut. He collapses onto the bottom’s back and almost falls down as he shoots his load. They all sit down on the couch. They are all unsure how long they have been at it. It’s obviously sometime into Saturday. They just chill and do small talk for a bit. They take turns jumping into the shower to wash off. First Cam showers, then he comes out. While Greg showers, Tom spends the time eating Cam’s hole out. Greg comes out and switches with Tom. Tom comes out to Greg fingering Cam. G: Guess who’s ready for another point? C : ME! G: What a good chem whore we’ve made. They 2 older men each give Cam another load. After partying with those 2 all that time, Tom drives home and rests. Its is Sunday night now. Will walks into the house with an exhausted Brad on his shoulder. Will places the twink on the couch. W: Hope you had as much fun as we did. T: yeah, looks like you wore the little bottom out. W: he was a great boy. I have to go. I’ll be in touch. Monday morning— When Brad finally woke up, he had a blanket thrown over his naked body. His dad was in the kitchen and yelled at him if he wanted a cup of coffee. Brad walked over to the kitchen wrapped in the blanket. T: wow, you look like shit. drink some coffee and then pound some water. When you feel better, we can share stories of our weekend apart.

Of course many of us are concerned, petrified, mortified... A solid half the country voted against the syphilitic cheeto, and of the half that did, many of them have been misled politically by charlatans on the right for decades. It all comes down to two things: (1) Branding, and (2) Zero-Sum Politics. With respect to branding, there's a lot of folks who just won't cross party lines because the other party is the enemy, because political divisions are entrenched. And increasingly parties are reflections of their most polarizing features, which in turn allows others to dismiss as caricatures. Couple that with zero-sum politics where there's two parties and for one to win the other must lose, and there's no such thing as compromise. It's been YEARS since the majority of the middle has managed to even come remotely close to accomplishing anything because Republicans refuse to advance anything that they can't pass without Democratic support, and when Republicans are in the minority they stonewall any democratic initiative. Then on the flip side, Democrats are bad at drawing a line in the sand, saying "this is where this bill ends and we can't solve every issue all at once," and messaging a victory so they struggle to coherently articulate a position. The modern Republican party is a party of opposition that is now governing, which is the worst of both worlds. And many Americans recognize that. If you scan domestic news, most are highly critical of the Administration; anti-Trump protests draw major crowds; and everyone's downright panicked that this time he might manage to break the government beyond simple repair. In terms of perspective, most Americans you meet beyond the US's borders tend to be wealthier, tend to be more liberal, tend to be more educated. Only half of Americans have a passport, and most Americans who have a passport use it exactly once (i.e. they get a passport for a specific trip and that's it). So, not universally, but generally around the globe the average vacationing American you meet will look at Trump negatively. In terms of the appearance of contentment, the US is almost as large as all of Europe, and contains certain geographic features (e.g. the Rocky Mountain Range) that significantly divide and disperse the population. If, for instance, Belgians wanted to, they could easily congregate in Brussels and protest, with nobody having to travel particularly far or expend significant resources. Not to pick on Belgians, just an example. The US is almost 5000 KM across, that's not feasible. This issue of scale plays out in all sorts of distributional ways in the US, but importantly it makes collective action hard to objectively recognize. Meanwhile, news sources love to feature MAGA whackjobs hooting and hollering about how much they love what Trump is doing, because he's a cult leader. Ultimately everything's about money, higher prices and inflation and an uneven recovery from Covid-19 led to disillusionment with the governing party and for all his flaws Trump is an excellent self-promoter with a natural instinct for generating news coverage of himself. So he won the election against a politically weak incumbent. Unfortunately, this is the hell we get to live in. But I'd strongly caution against assuming we're all content with it, any educated American wouldn't assume that the average citizen in the UK or France or Germany or Italy backs Keir Starmer or Emmanuel Macron or Olaf Scholz or Giorgia Meloni...

i dont know why i did it. when i read his profile he seemed hot, right? and it said his HIV was undectable. so i thought it was safe. he was super fine. looked like one of those swimmers from the olympics. and he was packing a huge dick. i never did nothing with a poz dude before. maybe because i drank some, thats maybe why i said he could come hang. when he got to my place, he told me that his doctor changed his meds and that his virol (sp?) load might be super high. i wish he told me that before i was already turned on and had a boner. he had a big boner. his huge boner made mine look so small. but i didnt care. i guessed i was just going to suck his dick. he put his big dick into my mouth and it felt so good. but i kept getting more turned on. he kept asking me like "do you want me to fuck you?" and i did but i was afraid so i said i don't know. he told me to lie on my stomach and i dont know why i did. next thing i know his tongue is in my butt and it felt so good. i didnt want him to stop. "if i fuck you now, you might get aids. are you okay with that?" he asked me. i told him i didn't want aids. then, i felt him try to put his dick in me. "hey" i said, "i dont want aids!" but he was already pushing it inside me. i know he herd me. it was feeling good now though. and then he just told me, "im gonna fuck your ass good." it felt so good, all i could do was just say "ok." he started fucking me! i had an hiv dude fucking my ass! this was crazy. i told him "maybe should stop. i dont want aids." and all he said was, "does it feel good?" so i said "yes, it feels great!" he started fucking me even more deeper. it felt wonderful. "i really like that!" i said real loud like. "oh, you dont care about aids anymore now?" he asked. i guess i was just so horny and it was feeling so good now so i told him "i dont care! fuck your aids into me!" i didnt think he could fuck me any harder and deeper, but he did. it kinda hurt sometimes but more than that it felt awsome!!!! "you are liking my aids dick in you now huh?" he asked. all i could do was like clench my teeth and moan bc the pain and good feeling was so much. the pain started going away and my dick was so hard it was gonna bust. all i could think was that i was getting aids but it was a hot fuck. this guy might have aids and i like him fucking me ! my orgism was getting to close. "im about to cum . you want it?" he asked me as he slammed dick into me. "YES! I want aids!!!" was all i could yell. it felt amazingly! he fucked me even more quickly and i felt wet inside. it made me cum bc it felt all so good and wet ! "You're getting aids" he whispered into my ear as he slowed down. i felt his dick jerk as he came inside me. i came too. it was insane! he left kinda quickly after that. i texted him "thanks for aids cum! i loved it" i hope i hear back from him soon. i had no idea getting a hiv dude to fuck me would be so hott!

I have been poz, high toxic and not on meds for many years. I would love to feel Jamie's AIDS ☣ strains in me 😉 I want it deep inside me 🤪

This is another story that i did write on another site, which might be fun to read here. I was always a submissive guy already from the early years of childhood, as i was abused by some of my familymembers, so i guessed it was mu second nature. At an older age, i just did not know anything else, but i kept it always safe and sane. There was a time when i cruised my local park at night, just for the kick out of it, mostly i would meet with some married guys, out for a quick trick, or blowjob before going back to the missus after work.At a certain time it was just not enough for me anymore so i had to find another way of pleasing guys. A guy at the net told me about a certain site on the net fit for slaves and masters. I checked the site out and did take a profile listed as "extreme slave open to anything" not really knowing where it would take me. I entered the site and opened a profile straight away and added some newly pics to spice up my profile. First days I had a lot of visitors on my profile since I was listed as a new member, but there was nothing that could stir my interest. I almost did give up on the site when i received a message of a guy somewhere down deep in Spain, his message to me said " hard Master looking for a slave willing to give up his life for me" it seems you fit the profile? he wrote.This intrigued me, what was there to give up for a master???? I was abused the whole of my life, by men who did take advantage of me, but this was just sexual abuse, that what he said send made me think twice, what could he mean bu giving up my life????The guy asked me to drop a line with my address when i would be interested so i did, i added him to my list of friends. The same evening when i was checking out my mail and opened also my when i suddenly received a message " hola puto". This was the guy from Spain, i amost did forget about him that day. I greeted him and we started to get into a conversation. "Hola esclavo que es tu nombre" My name is Micky, what is yours? Tu es stupido o que????? was his answer. I am your future Master you stupid cunt, nothing more nothing less. Are you willign to go hole the way to serve a Master, are you fit for it???? He did check me out big time, did ask me questions how far i was willing to go, and if i was ready to start a new life as a permanent slave and serve a master. He asked me out about my family, and i explained to him that they all had past away an that i was on my own. He did ask about boyfriends and close friends, but there where not any, besides a few friends at the local pub, but nothing that matered to the hart.He told me that he had big plans for me, but that i needed to give everything up big time, and nobody should know about him, or me travelin to him. I explained to him that i had to travel to him someway or another and crossing borders to reach him. He told me to save up some cash money, enough to travel to him, so that i had not to take up some cash at the ATM machines who could trace my route, i had to make sure that i would drop my mobile somewhere at a lorry going up to the opposite direction of my destination to Spain.He told me not to ask questions, just to make sure that i was ready for him, and to give it all up for him. I travelled from my homecountry Belgium by car through France into the direction of Spain. I made sure that i did not use any motorways, since they would register the license plate of my car, so did take all the small roads heading south. At the border there where some trucks going to England, and i planted my mobile in a document badge of one of the containers leaving direction England.Te last kilometers before the border i dropped my car on a mountainroad, did take off the licenseplates and sett the car on fire, and walking away real quick. Passsing a river i chucked away my license plates and started to pass the mountains to Spain. I crossed the border nearby Irun going into the direction of Donostia, there i had to go to a local busstop where i would be picked up at 3 in the morning, when the local village would be empty and sleeping.At 3 o clock i was nearly a sleep when a car did stop over, and a guy next to the driver ordered me over to the car, and they asked me my name, and a password that was given to me prior to me departure. They ordered me into the back of the car, and ordered me to lie down on the floor between the seats, and covered me immediatly with a blanket, and the care drove away.We where driving for about 4 hours, i was flowing from one site to another, which made me think that we would be driving somewhere in the mountains, the 2 people in the car where talking spanish amongst each other, but i could not make much of it, since it seemed to be a local dialect. The car came to a stop, and both guys did get out, and opened the door to my site. I was pulled with a force out of the car by the guys, and roughly pulled over the grass to the insides of a barn on a farm. Inside the barn they did shine with a torchlight on me, and told me to get naked immediatly, before i could say anything i was slapped around the face, and ordred to do it quick. I undressed as they told me, and i had to hand over all my things i did bring with me, which was a small rucksack with some whitties, papers, some snacks and some water. The driver did come over to me, and said, happy to meet you Micky, welcome to your new home, here in Spain, from now on you are my property, before i knew it, he injected me with a syringe, and the lights went out. When i came by, i did not remember what had happened, i was no longer in the barn on the farm, it looked more like a dungeon somwhere in a cave, it was quit cold here, i was freezing. I was in a cage, i had a larg steel collar aroung my neck, where there was a heavy chain hanged on, hooked in a ring in the wall. Between legs and hands the where bars hooked on my hands and feet, i could not move them with out hurting myself. My head was banging and spinning, i did not feel so well, and i still had some blurred vision. There was only a large amount of straw on the ground, and a sack with straw that they used to set my body against it. I felt so bad, i was getting second thoughts, about what i had decided to do to myself, was I really ready to give my live up to a total stranger? I had pain everywhere, my legs and arms where numb, i could not move to get into a better position. My mind was racing, what would thety do to me??? How far would they go??? Would they really go all the way???? I had not much time to think about my situation, footsteps where approaching from the cave. My Master was there, with 3 other guys, they looked all very rough, and hard, really mean machines. Hey guys what do you think about my newest acquisition, this sick piggy has offered himself to me to own, and i can do whatever i want with him, he is mine now. The puto looks a bit common don't you think, he looks like a guy just coming from the office, one of the others guys sneered, he needs some alterations, we should take him under our wings a make a real pig of him. Don't worry guys, when i am ready with him, nobody is going to recognize him any more, he is going to get a real makeover. Now they scared me, what do they mean by a real make over, i wanted to ask them, but i could not speak, i had not noticed that they had gagged my mouth.Ok guys, make you hands dirty and bring the cunt to the next room, we are starting with his body changes, by the end of the week nobody will recognize him anymore. The 3 guys came over me, and unlocked the chain from the wall, and they dragged me from the ground, into a cell next to mine. There they did take the bares of my feet and hands and i was chained to a kind of table, foot and hands locked into the ground. I was trying to ask for something to drink but i could only produce a muffled sound, one of the guys must have read my mind, because he started to poor a vile tasting drink in the hole of the gagg, and he forced me to swallow the liquid, it did taste bitter, I nearly did throw up on it. It did not take long before i realised tehy had drugged me again, but this time i stayed conscious, i never had used any chems in the past, so i was wondering what they where giving me, and if it could lead to addiction. My body became warm, and i was feeling a sexuall buzz going on in my body, it was a strange feeling. One of the guys started to work on my ass, he was fidling with his fingers deep in my ass, I never been fingered before, but this felt so good. On of the other guys was taking of the gagg, and inserted his dick into my mouth, before he entered i saw a tattoo on his dick looking like SS signs, this was real strange to see.While i was going down on the dick, i heard my master coming next to me, and he said ready for your change puto??? Here it starts, he started to shaving off my hair on my scalp, my beautifull blond hair was falling in heaps on the ground, i was crying, while i was sucking, and in the meantime, the other guy on the end did stop his fingering of my ass and started to replace his fingers by his huge dick, it was like i was split open in my rear, he must have had a huge dick. My master was still cutting of my hair, while i was abused by the 2 guys, i was wondering where the other guys was. It did not take long to find it out, he suddenly started to shave of the last remains of my hair with a razor from my skulll, i did feel so humiliated. The foam and the water was running down my face, so i knew there would not be one hair left on my skulll, i did feel so naked. The guy who was violating my mount was getting the pace up, and it did not take long before he shot his wad down my throat, filling me up with his seed like there was no end. He staid locked in my throat and soon after that he started to piss, his acrid tasting piss was send down my gullet like there was no tommorow, there was nothing else to do then to swallow or to drown. My head was dried with a towel, and the gagg was replaced in my mouth. The guy who had shaved me came in front of me and started to piss on my head, it really did stinge on my head, i was trying to cry out, but i was not able to. The guy who was fucking me, started to come harder on me, and it did not take long before he was crying out to me, and said I am going to breed you Puto, here it comes, deep in your bowels whore, that is what you are going to be, a simple whore, taking our poz loads up your cunt. I was panicking, does this mean that he did just poz me????? It did not take long, when the guy who had just fucked me retracted his dick from my ass, that it was replaced by another dick, soon the guy was hammering my ass with such a verocity, that iw was thinking that he would damage my ass permanently. The first guy came over, and ordered to clean his dick with my mouth, "taste your own ass whore, smell it, and clean of the remains of my juices Puto!". The master was fidling on my upper arm, i could not see what he was doing, but it felt like he was binding off my arm with a belt, shortly after i felt a sharp needle going into my arm, and i just could make out the master saying "sweet dreams puto", that i went off in a deep sleep, the guy still fucking my ass as crazy. It all went dark.When i came back to it, i was in agony and pain, i was back on the floor om my cell lying on the floor in the straw, i had the feeling that a truck just had run over my face, i was still to drugged up to realize what had happened to me, i was to tired to work it all out. In order to let go of the pain, i decided that it would be better to sleep. I dozed off and i must have slep a long time, when i woke up again, the pain in my face was massive, my forehead burned as hell, and my mouth was so painfull that i did not realized where the pain came from. Sudenly there was movement around me, and my master and his goons where standing over me. Well guys, what do you think of the doctors handiwork hihihi, does he not look pretty???? What is he on about???? I could not figure it out, but it had to do something with the pain in my face, my mouth was all swollen, and it felt i could not move my tongue. The guys where laughing and making jokes about me, but i did not know why. Bring out the mirror Javier, so the Puto can admire the handywork of our friends. One of the guys came back with a large mirror, and 2 iof the guys grabbed me from the floor to sit up right, and then my master did hold the mirror in front of me. What i saw was a big shock to me, i could not believe that he had done this to me. All my teeth where removed from my mouth, there was no tooth left, and on top of that, they had "PUTO" tattooed on my forehead in big capital letters. I was so shocked also because it was the first time that i saw myself with a shaved head, they had removed all my body hair, even on arms and legs. "You like it Puto?????? I was numb, crying like a litle baby, what had they done to me, how could they all have done that on the time i was out, without feeling anything. I tried to move my tongue over my gum, to see if there was maybe one tooth left, but my tongue did just not moved.Don't worry Puto, we are not ready yet, there is more to come, just wait and see, you will be real handsome when i am ready with you, and then you are going to be the ultimate whore for me and my clients. My mind was racing, what more could he do to me??? How much more could i take from him. Ok guys, take the little cunt out of the cell nexdoors, it is time to get him filled up again. I builded up a load of 3 weeks just to dump in the Putos cunt, but first we are going to work on his ass, to make sure he becomes part of us.The guys did rough handle me again on the fuckstool, hands and legs cuffed to the floor, I was still crying like a baby, my master came to stand behind me, and he was poking on my asshole. Gimme that toothbrush there Carlito, i am going to open up that cunts ass so he enjoys what he will receive from us. Some minutes later, I did feel the brush entering in my ass, the master was making quick moves deep in my guts, it was really agonizing and painfull, wow the putos ass is already bleeding after the first strokes, hihihihi that is a good sign, soon he will be one of us.After he retracted the toothbrush from my ass, he inserted a syringe in my ass, and injected some liquid in my ass, it did not take long or i could feel a buzz in my ass, and my asslips where twitching like crazy. "Look how the putos cunt is opening up hombres, we are going to breed that cheetoh real good". It did not take long before he was touching my ass with some cold metal ring, it turned out to be his big Pa that he had in his dick, I never been fucked before by a guy with a PA, i was so scared. He did enter my ass with one big trust, whith made me scream like a pig, i could not take it, it was so painfull, my master was laughing like crazy, and started to rape me real hard, i had the feeling i would pass out real soon, byt the mix of the drugs, and the painfulll movements by his big pierced dick deep in side me."Look hombres, my dick is covered in blood from the Puto, he is ripe for the taking guys, we will breed him real good tonight, he will receive the "gift" from each of us". He was hammering my ass like crazy, and i guess after 10 minutes of raping, he was close to shoot, he retracted his dick again and entered the brsuh again deep in my ass, stabbing my bowels with it, and soon replaced his dick again, raping me over and over again till he cried out and shot his load deep in me, i never knew that i single guy could shoot so much as he did, he just shot 10 wads one after another deep in my bowels, i must have been filled up real good. When he was ready shooting in my ass, he was lying on top of me catching his breath. Soon he recovered, and pulled out his dick out of my ass, i could feel something tricking out of my ass, I was not sure if ti was cum or blood. Not much longer after that, his dick was repalced by one of the other guys, this guy dick was smaller so i was quite happy about it. My master came in front of me, and i was shocked to see his bloddy dick up front of my face, he smeared his bloody dick in my face to clean it off, i felt so humiliated, i never have been so humiliated in my live. The guy who was drilling my ass, said "damm i have to piss bro's i am gonna piss in the putos cunt", was he serious does he really going to piss in my gut???? I was just thinking about it, when i felt the piss streaming down in my bowels, he must have not pissed for a while because it was a huge piss.Don't move puto, keep it in, I am going to fuck you with my piss in you bowels, can you feel the chemicals in my piss taking control of you???, I was not aware that somebody could do drug you by hiss piss, but it obvious did. He started to fuck me again, and the piss was shooting out of my ass by each movement, my legs and back where soaking wet from his piss. It did not take long or he was shouting" here comes another load whore, thank me for it you whore, beg me to receive my precious load, i could not say anything as just mumble, he was laughing and said, that will do hihihihi, here it comes you whore another pozz load in that virgin cunt of you puto.I did feel his jizz shoot in my bowels mixing up with my blood, his piss and the sperm of my master.

The Trainee (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** When Shane entered my office he looked frantic. “Excuse me Sir. Do you have the time…? I need to address something to you” he started. I looked up and nodded bad-tempered. “What is it?” I asked. He turned around and closed the door, before approaching my desk, his whole body shivering as he started several times to speak, but couldn’t form a word. I let him take his time and wondered what happened while he was on his break. “I… I can’t… I…. the guys…. I can’t…. I want to….” he mumbled incoherently. “Calm down boy and take a deep breath and then say what you want to say” I ordered him. He took some deep breaths and then said he wanted to quit. Wow! I hadn’t even started working on him and he wanted to escape already? No way! “May I ask you about your reasons? Was shelving too demanding for your skills?” I asked seriously. “No… it is not that. I am… I was…. those guys…. they sexually harassed me….” he spit it out. “Sexual harassment… that is a strong accusation!” I exclaimed. "Tell me what happened." He opened by telling me everybody was whispering about him, and that when he was on his break no one wanted to sit with him at the table. This was a nice story, but there was nothing about sexual harassment in it. Then he told me about the events in the restroom. “Slowly… slowly… you are going ahead of yourself. Show me exactly what happened” I demanded and got up from my chair, walked around my desk and stood close in front of him. I focused on his eyes and looked at him aggressively. Of course he felt unpleasant by my strong appearance. “Show me what happened… don’t summarize the events. You make serious allegations boy. I will decide whether you were harassed or not. Now show me exactly what happened!” I thundered. “This one guy offended me, by calling me a faggot” he blathered. “Okay… faggot. What happened next? Make it real, so I can absorb the whole situation fag!” I ordered. The poor lad experienced the whole degrading situation all over again. “Then one of the two guys hit me” he said. I gave him a strong push with both of my hands and he stumbled backwards. “No… not a push. He hit me in my face!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you says that… come back in front of me” and after he moved back to his old spot I slapped his face softly, more like a friendly slap on his cheek. “NO… he really slapped me hard across my face. I hit the wall behi…..” *SLAP* He didn’t know what hit him, but he almost sailed against the back of my office wall and slumbered down finally. He tried to catch his breath and looked at me stunned. “Like that?” I asked with an indifferent look at him. The poor boy held his right cheek and almost cried when he begged me to stop, exclaiming “Do I really have to go through this again?” I explained to him, that if he wanted my opinion, I had to ‘know’ what happened back there. Not just to be told about it. “They asked me then," his voice dropping to a near whisper "if I would suck – cock.” By this point he was staring at the floor in abject humiliation. “So faggot do you? Do you suck cock?” I snickered. “I told them no, but they would not believe it. Instead they forced me to admit it!” "How did the two guys force such a confession out of you?" I asked. "They slapped me, forcefully," he replied. Whereupon received another blow from my hand. “Then one of them, I think his name was Jon, said something about respecting his dick and then… then," now sobbing "I had to touch his junk through his jeans and try to find his glans and lick it.” His eyes were closed as he wept, as if again reliving the horror. When he opened his eyes he saw my bulge straight next to his face. While he was sobbing and crying I had taken my place and demanded him to repeat each and every grip he made. “Oh Gaaaaawd….” he continued wailing, but raised his hands and started to give me a nice massage and realized my cock was hard already. “Lick my cock faggot – let’s keep it real… show me some respect and lick my dick” I grinned while poor Shane started kissing and licking my dickhead through my slacks. For at least a minute he was nursing my dickhead through my pants and kept on massaging it, so I asked if something else happened then. He stopped drooling over my penis and just answered, that both guys left the toilette after that incident, but pressured him again; then he resumed nibbling on my dick. For another ten seconds he continued his act, before realizing he was still degrading himself. He added the thing that happened to him while he ended his break also. With a shocked expression on his face his movements stopped abruptly. “I am sorry…. “ he stared at the wet spot he caused to my pants, because of his spit. He didn’t know he had sucked already some of my precum through the fabric. “Never mind that… get up and let’s sit down on the couch and talk about the things, that happened really….” I suggested. Without helping him up I walked slowly to the couch and turned to him, so he could see me adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position. “SIT!” Shane didn’t even get up yet. His movements were slowly. Obviously the whole situation had worn him totally out. In fact a minute passed before he reached the couch, silently taking a set on the end opposite to my position. From time to time he sobbed desperately. “Let’s start it this way. It was all your fault Shane.” The silence was absolute. “My fault… my fault? I didn’t do anything. I was attacked by those two guys, without giving them any reasons to pick on me” he bawled. “There was no sexual harassment going on Shane. Keep in mind, you are the newest player on the team. The other guys don’t know where you stand. You need to find your place in the pack and I admit, they probably over exceeded things a little bit," (which, I thought to myself, they actually did not), "but you simply could have showed a little bit more resistance. Why didn’t you Shane?” “I was afraid they would beat me up” he admitted. “And that’s why you are in so much trouble now” I told him. “Still I am sure, that nothing worse would have happened…” I continued. “But their cocks were hard. They wanted to rape me….” he interfered. “Now it is already RAPE… interesting Shane. No – their cocks were hard because they got power over you. You are young but you will realize in years to come, that power is a great aphrodisiac. And if you get stimulated, while being bossy it is not a gay thing and it is not rape. It was simply a demonstration to illustrate your position in the pack. But don’t despair. This isn't irreversible. You simply must stand your ground and react in a proper way.” I smiled like a wolf at him, but he took it as a friendly gesture. Continuing I suggested “The next time someone passes out at you, for example making a gesture or something – it is all about the right signal to answer this impudence.” He looked at me with big puppy eyes but didn’t have a clue. “I studied psychology for several semesters," (another of my lies), "and I know about those things. For example – some guy passes you like the one in the stock, with the poking tongue against his cheek…. use a simple form of his gesture and reply with sticking out your tongue…. no not like that, you are not eight years old anymore… No, more like putting the tip against your upper lip… yeah – better… you could even move your tongue around a bit, following your upper lip…. no, just the upper lip,” I advised him. He was really not too bright after asking me if this would really help. “This is all non verbal Shane, he gave you a signal and you expressed your position with your gesture” I replied, adding “Well it will certainly do the trick. He won’t do anything bad” I said thinking to myself 'At least not then and there'. In fact I thought it likely if the other guy found a cozy place behind some pallets or in a toilet stall Shane could prove his fast tongue while sucking on yet another dick. "In any event, Shane, you need to know all the signals and the proper ways to react to them… for example the guy that grabbed his bulge in front of you - that was a pure sign of dominance… the proper way to react would have been to pass him and then simply grab one of your ass cheeks and pull them a bit apart. If it bothers you a lot you could also pull both ass cheeks apart – this way you return a strong signal from your side.” He looked at me puzzled. “Yeah – you would express that you are a fa… fantastic associate who doesn’t need to put up with this and that he should simply look for a place and shove it up the ass. " "I see," Shame commented, "that would be a strong signal indeed. Maybe he would then leave me alone.” “Believe me – if you do this I am sure he won’t bother you again for a while” I snickered, again thinking to myself 'At least not as long until his balls have not recharged'. “There are plenty of other situations and we can analyze them when they happen” I added with a warm smile but cold eyes. "Besides, there will be always occasions like this and it would happen in your life over and over again. You simply need to adjust your responses properly for the occasion," I explained in a soothing voice, adding “Listen, I am really sorry, that the whole thing is pushing you to the edge, but I really think this way all a lack of misunderstanding” “It would be a terrible loss for us, if you would leave us now – if you feel uncomfortable in the employee rest room, there's another rest room we don't use right now, but which I can make available to you. It's in an unused section of the warehouse. There you would have the time to relax and you wouldn’t be bothered by some noises or so. And no one would hear you too,“ I offered adding “I am sure we can work this out if you are just willing to take each and every dick… or Jon or Brian as a new challenge. Let's work these things really deep into your system and I am sure you will grow in person, but you will also help other guys additionally to grow.” 'In their pants' I thought to myself. “So… what’s it gonna be?” I asked, conveying a look that said 'Take it or leave it'. “Can I see the other restroom?” he asked in a subdued voice. I rose, and instructed him to follow me. My bulge was still evident to anyone who looked, Shane and I left the office, encountering a couple of my employees. I'm sure a they noticed the wet spot on my pants, Shane followed me through the store, somehow looking utterly defeated. Looking to give him some encouragement I advised “You've made the right decision, Shane. I will help you grow into something totally new. Just follow my orders… Shane looked back and saw Jon massaging his cock openly through his pants forming the word ‘FAG’. Timidly he reached back and pulled one of his ass-cheeks apart only to see Jon nod in approval. What had he done?

Virgin POZ Night (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I fondled my cock gently. The boys’ head was hanging down again and he begged me not to fuck him. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. He grimaced in torment. Then I snapped a picture and let go of his mop of hair unceremoniously. “Stop muttering faggot, I told you – you had five toxic cocks already in your asshole. Another won’t hurt you” I slapped him on his ass cheeks. His hole was leaking cum. I didn’t care. I like my fuck holes tight, but I am okay to be a sloppy second…. or sixth. I rubbed my cock head up and down the wet cleft and I could see the guys back muscles tensed. He tried to move away, but he was strapped so tightly. He wouldn’t have a chance to escape. Still he fought with all of his power. I was sure his cunt would be nice and tight. He would be a good fuck. My cock stood out proudly. I didn’t even care to take off my jeans. I like to fuck in full gear. It is kind of hot to keep your pants and shoes on and simply open the buttons to fuck right away. You can get naked with your lover, but you don’t have to have this intimacy with whores like this one. My cockhead touched the boys cleft. He yelped, when he felt it. I caressed his back and could still feel the power he summoned in order to break free and get away. “Do you want my cock? Do you want my toxic cock faggot?” I whispered. “NOOOO… I am not a faggot. Please untie me and let me…. gooooo!” the lad whined. “You are not a faggot hole?” I snickered. “No… no… Sir… I got a girlfriend… I am not a faggot. I am not… *shivers* a faggot” “And your girlfriend knows, that you take raw dicks?” I went on while probing against the young guy’s hole softly. I could feel the entrance prepared for the attack and tighten up. His back muscles strained. This was beautiful. “You know what I think?” I whispered. “I think you are just a whore, who just gets his kick from teasing POZ cocks like me – and now you changed your mind, but 5 loads already working in your system to pollute you, to drag you down… do you feel the virus cursing in your blood already?” Somehow in his dazed brain the words ‘Virus’, ‘toxic cock’ and ‘raw’ made a fatal combination and again he groaned pitifully and tried to free himself by trashing around. Supporting both of my hands on his back I could feel his muscles working to escape. My right hand went down to my cock, lining my pole up to his asshole and pushed it forcefully inside his body. There wasn’t a tearing sensation or such. He was well lubed by the cum shots he received earlier already. With one prominent push I sunk my whole infested dick into his defenseless hole. The feeling was incredible being balls deep into his cunt. My right hand went back to his backside and while it was not necessary to hold him down, I was still using this angle as a leverage to pull out my dick almost fully from his well stretched hole. With only my cockhead resting in his slit, I pushed back brutally into him. He didn’t say anything anymore. Only his sobbing could be heard while I rammed my cock in and out of his almost virgin asshole. His muscle tried to deny me the entrance. It was cramping so hard, that it gave my cock such a good feeling. I got into a nice fucking motion. My grunting echoed from the walls and mixed with his pitiful sobbing. My upper body lowered to his back and my face was now almost next to his. “Do you like my AIDS cock giving you another brutal fuck. Try to tighten your hole, give me the chance to rip your ass up, so my AIDS babies can find their way into your system, eh?” “Nooooo…. oh God please no…. don’t do this to me man…. PLEASE!” he whimpered. “Please…. God…. Jesus…. help me please…. is anyone out there… PLEASE HELP *shouts out loud* Stop hurting me… stop doing this to me…..” “This place is away from God. No one will help you boy. Accept the inevitable… *pants* No one can help you now….” I raised my upper body up and started speed fucking the little brat like a rabbit. This raised his voice also to a crescendo. “SHUT THE FUCK UP” I yelled and hit him three times with my right fist hard on his right shoulder blade. He yelped out in pain and his sphincter narrowed itself once again. “Good bitch… nice tight whore…. giving you my GIFT… you stupid… FUCK” and with that I shot my hot cum into his absorbing cunt. I was balls deep while one gush after another left my dick only to pollute this beautiful twink. I repeated resting my upper body against his back and relaxed there. His whole body was shaking because he cried so hard. My dick was slowly expelled from his tight hole, followed by a stream of slime running down his inner thighs, which wasn’t all mine necessarily. Once my dick wasn’t in his body anymore I walked slowly in front of him and crouched before him. He was too weak to raise his head completely, but it was enough for him to see my semi-hard cock, covered in his ass slime. “Listen pal…. I said listen to me…” His sobbing ebbed down. “Do you know, that there is still hope for you? Hum?” I asked in a soothing voice. “If you get into a hospital soon, they can still prevent you from turning into a poz cum-dump for the rest of your life.” “Is this true?” he sniffed. “Yeah – If you get there in time, they will give you something, which might save you from becoming positive. There is no need to go into details, I just thought you might want to know.” I grinned and got up stroking my dick slowly, watching down at the lad who tried to raise his head more and more. “Would you please help me to get there then? I promise I won’t tell anything. I just want to get the chance to get saved.” he begged me. “Well boy, I would – but it would give me the feeling you didn’t like the ride with me. It is almost like you didn’t want my cock and didn’t enjoy the hard fuck I gave you… I don’t know…. that doesn’t sound good to me.” The twink wailed but I couldn’t understand what he was babbling. “No…. nooooo… I li-li-liked your co-cock very mu-mu-much!” he exclaimed. “You enjoyed banging the shit out of you – really? “Yes… I-I-I never did this be-before, but… but I liked that very… very much” he promised. “That’s so sweet of you . I liked ripping your asshole up also very much.” I chuckled. “Listen…. time is ticking and there were 5 other guys before me, fucking their toxic slime into your body. So - how about you, cleaning my cock from all the slime covering it. If you do that – I promise I will call an ambulance, so you can get into a hospital as soon as possible.” I suggested wickedly. I had a raging hard-on again. “I never sucked a guy clean” he answered broken. “Never you mind, I will help you…” and I raised his head up by grabbing him by a shock of his hair again. “Just open your mouth and use your tongue a little bit, I will do the rest and fuck your face – how about that?” I instructed him. Without waiting for an answer I fed the young boy my cock. I didn’t want him to puke so I was not deep throat him, but he surely gave me a nice feeling, fucking his mouth quite fast. Of course I didn’t care about slime on my cock. Hell, if you cruise in bath houses you can be happy if that is all you get on your cock. I wanted to shoot another load into him and I was confident I would accomplish this task. His eyebrows furrowed, because of the unpleasant way I held his head up, but I didn’t care. For a first timer his tongue gave my cock head a great stimulation, although he was probably only trying to push me out of his mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my balls boiling. Then with a long, low grunt I shot my second load into him. He swallowed some of it, but coughed the other half up, seriously trying not to choke on my cock and the respectable amount of cum, flooding his throat. I let go of his hair another time and propped up on his shoulder blades trying to catch my breath. Patting him on his head I started to button my pants up. “You did a good job whore” I hissed at him. “Please…. call for help… you promised!” the words were almost inaudible. “If you are not busy, I will call for help as soon as possible.” I lied and snort back my own snot and spit it on his head. The phlegm pasted his blonde hair. Once I unlocked the door I could see two fully bearded leather daddies standing nearby turning to me. “About time!” one of them mentioned to me. There was a long queue of other guys waiting also for their time to bang the kid. I turned around and went back to the sniffing lad. “Listen… a slight change of plans. There are at least 6 guys outside waiting to fuck their slime into you. I guess you will be busy serving them for a while. You got no choice anyway”, tapping at his tied up body. “I will be here for another couple of hours, cruising and probably having some drinks at the bar. If you are not busy anymore, before I Ieave, I will get you some help. Let’s keep our fingers crossed, that it is not too late then, okay?” “But you PROMISED” he screamed. The two leather guys entered the booth. “You guys are doing him simultaneously?” I grinned. They nodded grimly and I felt it was time to give them their privacy. The blonde one tried to raise his head as high as possible and followed me with his eyes shouting again that I promised to help him. When I left the corner of his eye he focused on the guy in front of him, who was revealing his huge phallus and felt another cock inspected already at his cunt. I can’t even explain the noise the lad was making. I guess this was the moment he realized, there was no God protecting him from his terrible fate. This was a holy place indeed. But not in the way he assumed it. I closed the door behind me and heard the locking noise. Outside I grabbed the chalk and drew another line on the little blackboard. We all listened to a high pitched muffled scream and then two other low voices grunted loudly. My balls needed a recharge, but after one drink or two, I would go down and check on this blonde faggot again.

3. Nathan Despite having just blasted a load of viral cum into Jason's hole, watching him play with himself was getting me aroused again. I wanted to get back inside of Jason, but I knew I would need a short respite before I would be ready for another round of fucking him and seeding his hole. In the meantime, we continued on the photo shoot. I had grabbed the camera and Jason was more than happy to continue to model for me. He laid down on the couch and continued to play with his cock. Of course, he was still hard as a rock. His masturbation was more than enough to start him dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum. I had to restrain myself from putting down the camera and licking it up. He covered his finger with the slick, milky fluid, and slowly licked it off. "I can tell. It's still clean," he said. "Unfortunately. I'll need more of your sperm to get what I need." This invitation was too much for me to resist, and I had to get a taste. I put down the camera, and kneeled down in front of him with his cock right on level with my face. From my new perspective, it was easy to see why he had been a top until now. There was an unforced masculinity about him, from his hard cock, to his heavy balls. His powerful chest and hint of chest hair only re-enforced his maleness. I didn't need any excuse, and took his cock head right into mouth, licking up every drop of his pre-cum. He was right. I also could tell that the virus hadn't yet had a chance to take root in his body. There was a purity and freshness about his pre-cum that I had not tasted from a man in a long while. It had been at least several months since I had the pleasure of playing with a neg boy. His pure pre-cum was an unique flavor, redolent of cleanliness and innocence. I could have easily sucked on his cock for hours at a time. It would be even easier once he had some of my DNA pulsing through his veins. Then, the two of us would be closer in flavor than ever before. "I was going to ask if you were always a top?, he began as he ran his hand over my close-cropped head and gently pushed me a little further down on his cock, but answered his own question remarking "...but I think you're answering my question." I didn't say anything. I just did my best to take as much of his cock as I could. It had been longer than I wanted to admit since I had even sucked off a guy, having been almost exclusively a top when I had the chance for intimacy. Still, I knew that with a bit of effort, I'd get all of his shaft down in my throat. I went down as far as I could, to an appreciative moan from Jason. I didn't quite get to the base, but it was a good first try. I pulled off, catching my breath, and looked at him. He was smiling, enjoying the attention I was giving his manhood. "God. No," I said. "This virus I've been fucking into you. I got it the same way you're going to get it. Lots and lots of bareback fucking, every load landing inside of me, not a single drop going to waste." "Can I fuck you? Please?" he asked as his hand returned to slowly stroking his shaft. My spit was providing more than enough lubrication for him. I grabbed his cock. Between my sucking and his stroking, it was rigid and engorged. It was about seven inches long, thick and meaty, with veins running along the length. Hanging below the base he had two egg-size testicles, heavy with accumulated sperm. He had never cum for me, and I knew how full his balls must be. He needed to be drained, and soon. His cock and balls weren't quite as big as mine, but it felt like a good match between us. I knew eventually I was going to get fucked by him. More than that, I really wanted to get fucked by him. I wanted to look into his face as he shot his wad into my guts. But first, I wanted to make sure my seed had taken hold inside of him. I wanted him to be pregnant with my sperm and my virus before he shot in me. "Let's make sure your gun is fully loaded, and you're not shooting blanks before you get into my hole," I answered. "Meaning?" "I want you pozzed up. Charged up and ready when you fuck me." "I understand," he said. "Completely." He reached down and pulled me up to his level. We kissed, and I felt my cock slide in between his legs, eager again and searching out his ass. As we broke off the kiss, he asked me, "Did you know who pozzed you up? How did it happen?" "Yeah, I know who did it." I had wanted him to poz me up. Just like Jason wanted me to infect him. "Do you still talk to him?" "Well, he died about two years ago. But before that, we had been lovers." I paused, then corrected myself, "No, we had been partners." "I'm sorry. How did he die? From this?" I assume Jason meant the virus. "No, he was always healthy. It was in car accident." "I'm sorry to hear that," Jason said, adding "I guess life can be odd that way, that something as random as a car accident could have done it." "Yeah, it happens. We had been together about eight years. He was the one who got me into barebacking regularly. Not to mention he was the one who infected me." I still thought about Alan almost every day, even if it was just for a moment. I still keenly felt what was missing. Not feeling his warmth next to me in bed, not being able to smell him on my clothes, not having his cock inside my hole. And most of all, not being able to feel his beautiful cock filling me with cum. And not being able feeling his masculine body underneath me, as unloaded my balls into his amazing ass. When we first met, I had been an arrogant little prick. I was twenty-five and still thought I knew everything. I had been barebacking seriously for about a year by then, but was still always insisting on 'neg for neg only'. No doubt I had many guys lie to me. Until Alan I had still tested negative. Alan had helped me finally grow up and understand my needs and desires, both in bed and in life. Alan had been defiantly, proudly poz, a biohazard tat right above his eight inch rod. I had rebuffed him several times, scared of his HIV status, of his age, and of his maturity. He was ten years my elder. One night we were talking online, and he invited me over. "You don't have to take my poz fuckstick raw. But I know, eventually, you'll want to. And that you'll love it." That night, I had been exceptionally horny. I let my cock do my thinking and decided to take him up on it. I was at his door fifteen minutes later. The home I was now living in. We shared some beer. Shared some weed. I had a sexy, masculine man sitting next to me. Then I was making out with him. He produced a bottle of poppers, and we shared a hit We made out more. We took off each other's shirt, and I discovered his muscular, hairy chest. Then we moved to the bedroom, and our pants and underwear came off. I licked his hard, dripping cock. He found my young hole, and rimmed me. Then, me on my back, him on top of me. His raw cock was against my hole. Then a shared kiss and a shared hit from poppers. And his cock was inside me, bare. I was finally being fucked bareback by a poz guy. I was past caring about his status. I was enjoying him inside of me, this amazing, positive man. The closeness and intimacy of our fucking was invigorating. It was the best sex of my life. When he finally came in me, I knew I could never rebuff him again. I'd take his load whenever and whereever he wanted to give it to me. After my test came back poz only a few short weeks later, he finally let me come inside of him. Several months later, I moved into his house. We never brought a condom into our home. We always fucked skin to skin, truly knowing each other, truly sharing ourselves with each other. "You okay?" Jason asked. I had drifted off, thinking about Alan. I missed him. I wanted him back. But I also knew what he would want me to do when presented with an opportunity like Jason. He'd want me to mount the boy and pump my jizz into him as often as possible. I knew instinctively that the best way to honor Alan's memory would be to make sure that his virus would live on in another man. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about Alan," I answered. "That's cool. I understand. Do you want to talk about it?" "No. I know what Alan would want me to do. And it's not talking." "What is it?" Jason rubbed his hands over my shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath. "He'd want me to fuck as many loads of sperm into you as I can." I smiled at him, knowing we both wanted this equally. "He'd love knowing he would live on, inside of you." "Why are we waiting?" Jason asked. I didn't need any more encouragement. He had slouched down on the couch a bit, and his ass was almost hanging off the edge of the couch. I got up on my knees, and pulled him a bit closer to me. He was in position for me to enter him again. He grabbed the lube, and poured some on my cock. I was already hard, ready to enter him for the second time that evening. "Give me a second," he said, as he rubbed a bit of lube into his hole. "I'm not quite used to this yet." I knew he was talking about getting fucked. Despite the insistent throb of my cock, I let him finger his hole and stretch it a bit. He swapped the lube for the poppers and did a short hit. He looked me right in the eye. "Go for it, Nathan. Please." Following his instructions, it took me only a moment to line up my cock with his hole. He grabbed my hips and pulled me inside of him. There was no resistance as my shaft slid back inside of him. I felt at home. I was going to fuck him for as long as he would have me, today, tomorrow, forever. We found our rhythm easily, my cock sliding into his hole then pulling out. Inside of him, my cockhead squished around in the warm, wet load I had fucked into him earlier. I rubbed it in, trying to make sure it was absorbed by his body. I needed it to become an integral part of Jason. This was a slower fuck than before, more deliberate and intentional. We were comfortable around each other, and there was no need to rush to the inevitable orgasm. This time was for us to learn the deep secrets about each other, to share our inner needs and desires. "God, this feels so good," Jason said. I leaned over and kissed him. "Yes, it does. I could do this every night. Several times every night," I said. "I'm going to hold you to that," Jason replied. I slowed down, still forcing my cock deep into him. This was an intimacy we both needed. He had wrapped his legs around me, pulling me into him. "I want you in me all the time." "Will you ever going to top again?" I asked, "or have I permanently turned you into a bottom?" He laughed. "Oh, I'm definitely going to top again." His hand went down to his groin. I thought he was going to start stroking himself, but he moved down further, and I could feel his fingertips against his hole and my shaft. "But this. This feels good. This feels right. Your raw cock inside of me. Breeding me." I just smiled, as he continued. "But you've got a point. I really need to wait before I start topping again. I have a new perversion, more than just fucking other men up the ass." "What's that?" "Swapping fluids. When you came in me last night, that first time, it all made sense." He paused for a moment. His face looked so innocent, happy, and at peace even as he was talking so forthrightly about these dark needs and desires. I had wrestled with them for years, only recently fully understanding my need to cum inside of a man. Or for a man to cum inside me. "Men are designed to inject cum inside a hole. It's their purpose in life. I had never denied it, but it really became real for me last night." "You're pretty perceptive," I said. "It's taken me years to understand that fully. And too many broken hearts." There had been many relationships that hadn't gone anywhere before Alan. Looking back, it was clear that what had been missing was a level of intimacy that could have only gotten through unprotected sex, by sharing our sperm. "Raw sex deepens a relationship, strengthens it. The bond between men can be very strong. But sharing cum can make it indestructible." "Yeah. I know what you mean." We kept on fucking, our faces inches apart. I was staring into his brown eyes, watching them as they searched out each nuance of my expression. "I'll still rubber up every once in a while, when I hook up with a guy. And there is a difference." "Are you still going to go safe?" "Never," he said, smiling. "I know I'm going to need to spread my seed. It's your seed, as well." "Good. Once you're locked, loaded, and pozzed up, we'll have to share our wealth." "Definitely. But for now, I'm a greedy bottom. I want your load. In me. Now." There was a hunger in his voice that was unmistakable. I recognized that hunger from my own past, when Alan and I had been starting out. I had the same need for Alan's cum, and I had been perfectly clear with him about my needs. "Of course," I said. "Don't worry. You're going to get a load from me." I pushed into Jason hard. I wanted to make sure he could feel the full brunt of my fucking. For an inexperienced bottom, he was doing amazingly well. I knew his ass was getting sore and raw, but I wanted it that way. I knew the tenderness was going to be the best way for my seed to take root. "Please, Nathan, cum in me. Give me your infected sperm. Make me your boy." He was begging me, and it was getting me so close to cumming. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a long hit. After his hit, he held it under my nose. I inhaled, knowing the poppers would be all I needed to push me over the edge. "Fuck man, knock me up. I want it," he screamed, his legs still wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep into him. "Take it, boy. I've got a loaded gun in your ass, and I'm gonna fire." Between my legs, I felt my cock throbbing. I lost all control, and then my cum was shooting out, landing deep in his hole. I didn't want this feeling to end. I knew it was for a good cause: making Jason my poz son. "Breed me! Fucking infect and kill me!" he said. He wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking off furiously. "I'm gonna cum," he said. I tried my best to keep on fucking him and pounding his hole, even as my own orgasm waned and my cock grew incredibly sensitive. Each stroke in and out of his tight hole was more stimulation than I could stand. "Don't stop," he said. I knew how close he was by his breathing getting shallow and fast. I did my best not to stop, feeling my still-stiff cock mixing up the cum and rubbing it into his hole. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, his hole tightening around my shaft. I felt Jason's explosive orgasm from my unique vantage point, my cock buried inside of him. The clenching of his ass milked out one more bit of cum from me, just as his own cock started to spurt. It was a thick, runny load of sperm, dripping out of his cock onto his flat stomach. With each spurt, I reached down and scooped it up, eagerly eating every drop. It was like manna to me: with every taste, I felt refreshed and ready to fuck all night. But, I was also longing for the time when he'd be able to shoot his own toxic loads into my ass. As I swallowed the last drop of his cum, it suddenly hit me why I was eagerly lapping up his jizz. His semen tasted like Alan's did. It had been so long since I had tasted Alan's cum. Now every time, every memory came flooding back. Once in a bath house, he had been at a glory hole and I was kneeling in front, sucking him off. Once on a dark transatlantic flight, carefully arranging the blankets, his cock buried in my throat. Or the many times as we woke up, kneeling on the floor, and servicing him before he dressed for work. His jizz was like drinking a fine wine, full of depth and complexity, changing with the seasons. I wondered what Jason wanted from me. There was a connection for me. And it was getting deeper and more intense with each hour of intimacy. But maybe he was just wanted me for my cum, my virus. I didn't want to think about that possibility. For now, it was enough for him to let me fuck him raw, and to hope he would want to come back for more. I wanted him to fill the void Alan has left. But that would have to be later, subject to all the vagries and randomness of life.

2. Jason I got home around 3:00, and managed to get my shoes and socks off before falling into bed. Nathan had gotten two more loads into me that night, and I could feel both his sperm and his virus slowly penetrating my gut, becoming a part of me as I fell asleep. In a weird way, it made me feel safe, that Nathan was becoming a part of me. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. Normally, all I could think about was sticking my cock into a warm mouth or a tight hole and blasting my load into it. But that morning, I really wanted to feel a cock inside of me, pounding me, and forcing a load deep into me. And I wanted it to be Nathan's dangerous cock. My hand went down to my shaft, and started to stroke it. As I jerked off, all I could think about was the night before. Nathan's body against mine. Nathan's dick inside me. His mouth against mine. And most of all, those moments when his eyes rolled back, his hips thrust, and he exploded inside of me. His toxic dick snot shooting into me. I had only cum once last night, as he was fucking me the second time, so it didn't take long for me to get off that morning. It was a deep, wrenching explosion shooting hard from my cock. I shot all over myself, covering my chest with cum. Looking at it pooling on my pecs, I knew that I was still shooting blanks. Nathan hadn't yet been able to fire the kill shot. Lying there with a trail of jizz across my chest, freshly jerked out in Nathan's honor, I knew I had to see him again. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be just like him. I gave in to the inevitable, and called him. "Hey there. Was just thinking about you," he said. "You were?" "Yeah. We started something last night, and we need to finish it." "You mean?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. He had gotten to my desires so directly. But, my dick surely knew my needs, getting hard immediately upon hearing him. How had he known so well what I wanted? "I was looking at the pictures from the photo shoot. We never even managed to get you undressed." I laughed. It never occurred to me that we hadn't even gotten a naked picture of me. "True, I guess we found other things to do." I remembered how I had begged him for the third load of the night, how it surprised me how much I needed it. And how much both of us had enjoyed the long fuck to get it into me. Part of me wasn't quite ready to face that need again. I had butterflies in my stomach, but my cock was throbbing. "We did find better things to do, didn't we? Don't worry though. I'm sure we'll be doing those things soon enough. I could give your ass at least two more loads right now." My ass twitched in anticipation. "Not having any second thoughts about me fucking you raw, are you?" "No. I've already jerked off this morning remembering it," I said. Judging by how hard my cock was right now, I probably had at least one more load in me. "Nice. I wish I had been there to see that." I asked "Please, can I see you tonight?" I was pretty sure of the answer, but I didn't know his schedule. "Of course. Swing by around 7:00. Wear the same clothes. We do need to finish the photo shoot. Otherwise Thomas is going to wonder." I wanted to keep Nathan on the phone and hear his voice as I pounded out another load. But I knew he had work to do. And I needed to start my day. "I'll see you then." "Good. And don't jerk off again. I want you horny and eager. I'm not going to jack off, so there will be a few big loads for you." We hung up. I was literally shaking in excitement. And fear. I had just made arrangements for another round of bareback fucking by an HIV-positive man. As the bottom. No pulling out. No avoiding his deadly virus. Two days ago, it would have been something I would have never imagined, much less considered. But today, I was fighting myself not to jerk off again thinking about it. I decided to try to distract myself and went to the gym. At the gym, I found myself working my glutes hard. It was as if my sub-conscious wanted to give Nathan the best possible ass to fuck, for him to want nothing else than to have his cock deep in my hole. Of course, seven o'clock didn't come anywhere near fast enough. As the hours dragged by, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to show up a little early. Before the gym, I had laid out the same clothes as the day before: the jeans, the tank top, and the jock strap. The jock strap smelled a bit of sex, some lube, a bit of cum, and a bit of Nathan. As I put it on, the smell and feel of it made my cock harden. I had to try to think about something other than Nathan in order to fit into the jock. Even the walk to Nathan's house was a constant source of reminders of him. In guys I passed, I thought I could see his eyes, maybe a hint of his smile, or worst of all a shadow of his cock in their crotches. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get through a full photo shoot without jumping Nathan and making him ravage my unprotected hole. Finally, I got there, and rang the doorbell. In moments, he was at the door, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. I could see a bit of his chest hair poking out through the top of the t-shirt and it was hard not to bury my face into it right there at the door. He pulled me in, grabbed my ass, and started to kiss me. I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. I let him explore my mouth and push himself against me. Like the night before, as I inhaled his scent, I knew I wouldn't deny him anything he wanted. It would be fundamentally wrong deny him any pleasure I could give. Finally, he broke off the kiss. "God, it's good to see you again." "Yeah. I couldn't wait to see you either." "So, should we get to work?" He closed the door, and motioned for me to follow him back to the studio. As we walked to the back, I noticed his ass for the first time. Like everything about Nathan, it was nearly perfect. I wondered if I would ever get to slide my cock up there, and mark, just as he was marking me. I wanted him to be mine. "Here we are. Why don't we start with you getting undressed?" he said. "Go slowly, so I can take pictures." "Sounds good." He had the camera and lights already set up, so I just started to undress. I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall. In some photo shoots, it was hard for me to connect with the photographer, and figure out what he wanted me to do next. But with Nathan, it was easy. I wanted him as aroused as possible, until he had no choice but to rape me. I turned around, and bent over to unlace my boots. I knew he was getting an excellent view of my ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jock. I reached back, and pulled apart my cheeks. He moved in for a close-up of my hole. We continued this slow dance of me undressing: first, boots off. Then close-ups of my feet. Standing and stretching. Next, a slight smile on my face as my hand dropped into my jock strap. Stroking my cock. Tank top coming off. Tweaking my nips. Bending over. Pulling off my jeans. Finally, I reached back again, and slid a finger into my hole. As I pulled my finger out, I heard him stop taking pictures. "Wait. Stop," he said. I stood up. "What's wrong?" "This isn't right." I looked at him, but he was smiling. "There's no cum dripping out of your hole. We need to fix that." He unzipped his shorts, and stepped out of them, his already erect member popping up. "I think you're right. You got some fresh jizz ready for me?" "Definitely. Get my cock wet and ready, boy." I got down on my knees right in front of him, wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft. Nathan's cock was pretty thick. I did my best to get it in my mouth. But, I wasn't really used to giving head. I tried my best to work my way down his shaft, I was able to get about half way down comfortably, his cock head was just pushing against the back of my throat. I looked up at him, and he was looking down, smiling. "All the way boy. You can do it, I know." I could hear the steely masculinity in his voice. I knew if I couldn't do it, Nathan would have no trouble forcing it into my throat. And he would probably even enjoy it. I swallowed, and started to work his shaft down my throat. Better I did it at my pace rather than at his pace. After a few minutes of effort, his cockhead was nestled in my throat, pushing against my windpipe. It was a new feeling of submission for me, knowing how close I was to either choking or gagging. Other guys, when I gave them head, it wasn't such a big deal. I'd work on their dickhead, lick up the pre-cum, and move on to the main course of getting my cock into their hole. This time was different. Nathan wanted control over my body, to know that he could do anything he wanted. And I was giving it to him, inch by gag-inducing inch. I looked up at him. He was watching me, enjoying me getting his cock hard and wet. "Don't stop, Jason. You're doing fine." He reached up and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it in the corner. Seeing his hairy, muscular chest made me want him all the more. I reached around, and grabbed the small of his back, using the leverage to force myself the last inch down his shaft. That proved to be a little more than I could bear, and I felt myself gagging, unable to stand his cock in my throat any more. Nathan reacted quickly, pulling his cock out. "Relax boy. It's ok." His hands rubbed my head, comforting me. Just his cockhead was in my mouth, letting me breathe again. My mouth was watering, and a few tears dripped from my eyes. "You're doing well. It's not easy, is it?" he said. I nodded, just enjoying feeling his legs press against my chest, his dick drip some precum into my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and kneeled down, his face level with mine. I stared into his penetrating hazel eyes. "You look so beautiful with my shaft in you mouth. I want this to work for both of us." He kissed me. "It's bigger than I'm used to," I said. I was still crying a bit, a reaction to gagging on his manhood. He wiped the tears away from my cheek. "But I want you inside me." "I know. Just a second. Stay there." He stood up and went to a table in the corner. As he walked there, I couldn't help but stare at his now naked ass once more. Even that was sexy, I found myself wanting to bury my face in his crack, find his hairy hole and lick it. Get him to moan, and beg me to stick my cock up there. Not with the weak shaft I had now, but fucking him with my powerful poz cock. When both of us were infected with his virus. He pulled some lube and a bottle of poppers out of a drawer, and came back. "This should help," he said, as he put the bottle under my nose. I took a long hit, then he put it under the other nostril. "Again, Jason." I did another huff, knowing I'd be flying shortly. He did a hit himself, then held the bottle back under my nose. "Ready to take it all the way down, boy?" he asked. I nodded, and he put the cap back on the bottle. I looked at his hard shaft, right at eye level. Powered by the poppers, I knew I could do this. I felt his hands on the back of my head, his dripping cockhead against my lips. Then his cockhead was in my mouth, the virus-laden precum on my tongue. Further in, his cockhead was against the back of my throat,and I felt the beginning of a gag. I forced myself to ignore it, and then his cockhead was in my throat. Nathan pushing in further, and I was opening up to accept him. Then his cockhead was deep in my throat. Finally, my lips hit his pubes, and the two of us were linked perfectly together. It was one of the many ways two men could join as one, and it was a connection that we both needed right then. His balls were resting on my chin with his shaft deep in my throat. He was dripping his deadly pre-cum right into my stomach. The poppers had turned this from merely me on my knees sucking him off to outright cockworship. I was giving him the devotion a masculine, commanding man demanded and deserved. I had my hands wrapped around his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle in them and letting me keep my head right against his body. He was still holding the back of my head, which helped to keep my lips right up against his trimmed pubic hair. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of getting all the way into me, and me swallowing the full length of his shaft. "Fuck, Jason. That feels amazing." He relaxed his grip on my head slightly, and pulled out a bit. Then pushed his dick back in, the edge of his cockhead massaging my throat. I found, to my surprise, that my throat had relaxed enough that his penetration didn't bother me at all. I let him enjoy the pleasure of throatfucking me. I was finally able to let him slowly work his cock in and out. His hard shaft was going in and out of my mouth, rubbing against my tonsils and pressing into my airway. Finally, I had to take a breath, and pulled off of his dick. I looked up at Nathan, and he was staring down at me, his expression one of total bliss. "That head was fucking awesome, boy," he said. "How did it feel for you?" "Like kissing a god," I said, in between gasps of air. I hadn't thought I would be able to do it, but between the poppers and deep concentration, it seemed almost easy. "I love your cock inside of me. Any way I can get it. Any way you want." "And I love sticking my erection in you, Jason." He held my face close by his cock. I could feel the heat from it and could sense how wet it had gotten in my throat. "You want me to continue mouthfucking? Or cam I get back into your ass?" he asked. As much as I had liked sucking him off, I really wanted his weapon in my ass. All day, I had been dreaming of him fucking me again. The blow job was just to get him ready. I needed him to blast another load of his pozcum inside of me. "Get back in my ass. I need you to breed me again." "Right on, Jason." He pulled me up from my knees, and kissed me. His hands moved down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel his fingers gently rub over my hole. The contact sent chills through my entire body. He broke off the kiss, "You recovered from last night? Ready for more?" he asked. "I hope. Go slowly at first, please." "Once my cock gets inside your hole, I'm not sure I can control myself. I want to plow that hole deep. And hard." He pushed his cock between my legs, the head rubbing up against my hole. He continued, "I want to plant my seed way up there. Let it grow in your fertile, innocent body." "Please. Fuck me. Breed me," I said. I was rubbing my hole against his cock like a cat in heat. "Turn around. Bend over," Nathan told me. I did as I was told. My ass was up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Nathan handed me the poppers, and poured some lube on my ass. It was a little cold at first, but he rubbed a finger over my hole, pushing in and loosening me up. I opened up easily, and soon he had three fingers inside of me. "Ready?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I need your cock inside of me. Your cum blasted deep." I was surprised at how quickly I had opened up. It was a sign of how badly I needed him. I took a hit from the poppers, and was then ready for his penetration. Nathan put some lube on his shaft, then lined his cock up with my hole. I could feel the head pushing against me. In an instant, I was no longer in control of myself. Some animal part of me had taken over, and was making all of my decisions for me. It was looking only for the immediate pleasure and not worrying about or caring about the consequences tomorrow. I pushed back against him, and with a quiet pop, his dick entered me. His poz cock. Again, totally raw and skin to skin. "Oh fuck. You feel so good," he said. "I could cum right now." He plunged all the way into me. With the poppers fueling me, I felt filled for the first time that day. Nathan fucking my hole raw was something I had always needed, but until yesterday had never known I wanted. "I'm not going to be able to last long," he said. He was pounding my hole in short, quick strokes. His dick was opening up my hole quickly, trying to force itself deep inside of me. "As long as I can get another load from you later," I answered. I didn't care when he came. I just wanted his sperm inside me. Although, I knew as soon as he pulled his cock out of me, I was going to want him back inside of me. I took another hit from the poppers. As I was snorting on the bottle, it suddenly flashed through my mind what else was in Nathan's semen: his virus. I was terrified, as my human, rational mind took over from my animal pleasure center. I wanted there to still be time to escape what I had gotten myself into. I would get some kind of morning-after pill. I would run away from this man, repress my attraction to him and his power to kill me. Be a good, safe boy for the rest of my life. But I knew it would mean I'd never really be alive. I'd never realize my true desires. Then the poppers hit me, and my animal side asserted its control again. I revelled in the pleasure of his cock inside of me. Suddenly, the danger and the risk of the bareback fuck became something that only tweaked my mind further. I was pushing back against his cock, and he was pounding me hard. We were both lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies, and the connection we had. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers from me. He did a hit. "I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "You want my load, don't you?" "Please, Nathan, cum inside of me," I said. Nathan grabbed my hips, and pulled me hard onto his cock. "Breed me with your poz cum." I didn't know where that outburst came from, but it was how I felt. I wanted to be related to this man. And getting his virus was the only way I knew how to seal that bond forever. Of course, it had to take. "Take it boy," he growled, "Take my toxic sperm." He slammed his cock into me one last time and held it there. I could feel his sperm shoot into me. He pushed in again, deeper and harder, right as another spurt of cum shot into my hole. He pulled out a bit, and the stimulation forced another jet of cum into me. On his next thrust, he let his dick fall out of my hole. I could feel some of his dangerous sperm land right on my pucker. I tried not to think of it as a waste, but I wanted it inside of me so badly. "So fucking hot, my jizz on your hole," he said. "Stay there, and don't get up." He quickly grabbed his camera, and started to take pictures. "Fuck, that's nice. Seeing my cum right on your raw ass." I heard the shutter click a few more times. "My negative, unprotected ass," I said. "Well, that's what we're trying to fix, boy," he said. "Too bad it didn't all go inside of me." "If you want my sperm so badly, why don't you push it into you yourself. That would be fucking hot, seeing you push it in." I reached back, and fingered my hole. It was still warm from the fuck, and wet and sticky from his cum. I used my finger to push his precious cum into me. He was taking pictures the entire time. "Damn. Thomas is going to wonder about these pictures," he said. "Let him," I said. "Not worried about your reputation as a top?" Nathan asked me. "I love bottoming for you," I said. I had stood up, and had turned to face him. Nathan was still taking pictures of me. He had fucked me with my jock strap on and my dick was sticking out of it. "Take off your jock," Nathan told me. "Not too fast though." I did as he asked, sliding my hand into my jock, and then slowly taking it off. He kept on taking pictures the entire time, getting close-ups of my hard shaft. "You want to be a bottom just for me?" he asked, as my jock dropped down around my feet. "Or would you let other guys top you?" I hadn't thought about that. Thomas usually always had a few guys gang up on a bottom, and I loved getting into a hole already wet with jizz. My attraction had initially been to just Nathan and his unique power over me. His question made me stop and think. "I don't know," I said, hedging my options. But as I thought about other guys getting their semen into me, my cock stiffened again and I started to leak pre-cum. Nathan saw the drop of pre-cum form at the tip of my cock. He took a few pictures of it, getting up close. "Seems like your cock is answering that question for you," he said. He ran his finger over the drop of pre-cum, then licked it off. "Tastes good," he said. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Your pre-cum? Delicious," he said. "No. About other guys fucking me. Bareback." He smiled. "Fucking hot. I'd love to see you take on a small group of guys." I started to stroke my cock, as he took more pictures. "Or, maybe a big group. And I'd like to be the last one, getting to feel my cock slide into your cum-filled hole. Get to work all that jizz into your body." "You serious?" I asked. I couldn't quite tell if he was just spinning a fantasy or being honest. But the thought was a total turn-on for me. It was as if I had just set foot into an entirely new world. There was so much here to explore. It was a scary world, but it was also incredibly exciting. Everything felt so new and fresh. I had never done anything quite like it before. "Absolutely. But you? Would you want do it?" he asked me. "Yeah, I would. Especially if you were involved." I said. "You want me to talk to Thomas about it?" I hadn't thought about that part. Getting it on tape, and knowing that guys would be jerking off to me getting bred was an entirely different level of involvement. Knowing that strangers would be imagining their cocks inside of me raw, fantasizing about their opportunity to knock up the strong, muscular top. It was exciting, but also overwhelming. "Not the first time," I said. "It's going to be intense enough without the overhead of filming." "I understand. It makes sense and it's cool. But, do you want me to make it happen? For real?" Nathan asked. I noticed his cock was getting hard again. One hand was on my cock, one hand was playing with my nipple. Between Nathan having just fucked me, and him asking if I wanted to be gang-banged by a group of men, I was completely aroused. "Yes. I do. But I want you in charge." I said. I noticed that Nathan's cock was getting hard again. "Seems like you are into the scene as well." "Fuck yeah," he said. "You're a hot guy. I'd love to see you get pounded raw by a bunch of men, dropping their loads into your hole." "And these guys?" I paused. "Are they going to be poz as well?" "I had thought they would be. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nathan said. "Yes. It is," I said. I had made another step into this new world, another decision on my journey. And my cock was throbbing in anticipation.