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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.

I used to attend CumUnion fairly regularly years ago, before I moved to FL. I decided to try CumUnion here in Ft. L. last night (first Wed of every month). The crowd was large, but not at all as large as on Fri/Sat nights. One of the three parking lots was closed, one had maybe 8-10 cars (normally 30-some cars), but the action was as filthy and delicious as usual; just not as many guys. Shoved it to one guy in the darkroom, and he hollered so loud it was like flies to honey. It was fun, of course - but - just not as much fun as when the place is jammed with Breeding men. At least there's at least one day per month with good prospects over there.

No, but the priest at my neighborhood church is so hot and has a devious look to him. I've always fantasized about worshipping his cock on all fours and letting him breed me... one could only wish.

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.

In the UK, we’re lucky if we see the same doctor twice. For generic sexual health, you generally see some judgemental upstart who looks down their nose at you when they ask how many sexual partners you have had. 400 is not the answer to give them apparently.

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.

Fucking hot! Ollie is a very lucky boy to find such good mentors!

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!

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

I'm not aware of any bath houses in Memphis, but I frequent an adult theater that has a big open theater, and in another section, booths. I prefer to be in the big theater because i guess I'm something of an exhibitionist. I also sometimes go to a monthly blackout party at a venue that has lots of spaces, slings, benches, anon fuck boxes, etc. My routine for both is the same. Get completely cleaned out, take a shower, and once there, strip down to a jock and lube my hole. Guys seem to have a sense of who wants to be mounted, so they never ask.

Of course they were able to tell. And I'm not being a cynic in saying that. There were people interacting with Biden who could see the cognitive decline but for the sake of the party and an election, they were willing to gaslight people on the narrative until they could see that "Emperor has no clothes" moment in the 2024 debate. Peter Doocy came out with a post series on X yesterday that cited his knowledge from being in the White House Press Pool and his conclusion was that people chose not to pay attention. It's called a complicit media. As Americans, we have a right to know who knew what and when, as well as who was actually guiding the country. That isn't being disrespectful, but questioning if he could even make decisions, or who was running the auto-pen. The press has and continues to lose credibility with me and most of the public. The figure I've seen is 86% of the public holds a distrust of the media. And Jake Tapper is a total cunt in my view. Among others, he lied to us (commission or omission) and later penned it into a book. If you felt like Biden was forced on you, how did you feel about being denied a primary and having Harris shoved down your throat? Much the same as Sanders being cast aside in favor of both Clinton and Biden. As for dementia, my Nan had it and I could tell when she was in her late 60's based on the behaviors and loss of memory. Over time, it was just amplified degrees of being mean, since she always had been but when the dementia took hold, it got ramped up to 11. Now that things are emerging about Biden, people are starting to relate that they felt that he wasn't engaged or understood much of what he was being told. I wouldn't quite say that he "had partners in the governing process" but that people behind the scenes were actually running things, potentially without his knowledge or understanding. That makes one entire branch of government pretty dysfunctional if the single leader of that -- the person people thought they voted for -- was not cognitively at the helm. Even during the debate prep, the details have come out that he lost energy and interest and often went away to take a nap. Pretty certain that detail was from another tell-all. You might not like Trump, and he leaves some things to be desired, but we've seen more interaction with him and the press even in the first 100 days having extemporaneous conversations than we saw in 4 years of Biden. And the interaction from Biden even then was very tightly scripted ("they told me I need to call on..."). I want to call on the prostate cancer issue. Scott Adams of Dilbert fame also came out with his late stage prostate cancer and he's said he likely has just weeks to live. That's not a sudden thing, especially someone who should be receiving the top-tier care of a President. Does anyone really feel that it had been missed, it was very sudden, or that the timing might be a method of deflection when the questions are hitting too close to home?

My hungry hole

fucking slam him and let him take 2 BBC in his tight ass at the same time. big raw cocks only! no condoms

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 🤪

Should I Stay Or Should I Go (Scorpion’s View Of Things) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Do you know how painful it is for an alpha male like me, if your balls are full of hot and steaming POZ seed and there is not a faggot around, willing to accept my gift? Don’t get me wrong. I don’t give a shit if my victim is volunteering cheerfully. I just want a hot faggot cunt massaging my cock and accepting my charged cum. And if my prey is taking my POZ load, without knowing about me - being so contagious - hey that’s not my fault! It is YOUR responsibility to protect yourself – you stupid fags! So I guess it was one of those painful days when I met Keith at a local fast food restaurant. Just one glance at him and I knew this guy was a Prima-A fag. Not so much because of his behavior. He was acting quite straight. He was still in his teens and looking seriously naïve. The only thing that was weird – this guy was looking around, like he was scanning the place for somebody. But his gaze was always focused on the crotch area of some strange dudes, passing his table. He was looking for cocks – no doubt. Sweet Jesus! His shy and stolen looks talked about, how inexperienced this lad was. So I knew I had to get into his pants, but I also knew it would be a challenge. This was not a naïve bath-house newbie, falling into the trap ‘Let’s play it safe – Oooops, shit! The condom’s broken!’ No, no – I had to invest more time into him, but it would be worth it. No doubt! He was sitting all alone at a table and sipped at a soft drink, while I was ordering a burger and some fries. I avoided looking into his direction, but I grabbed my crotch from time to time, like I was squeezing my cock through my pants. Every time I surveyed the area, waiting for my order, I saw him staring at my jeans and the huge bulge within. And every time our eyes met, he turned to his mobile phone and checked some things busily, and a minute later he was again staring at my actions. It was too cute, they way he tried to lurk at me from the corner of his eyes and every time he felt safe he focused his gaze at my crotch again and again. After picking up some napkins and a bit salt I took my plate and went straight to his table. “Is this seat taken?” I asked him with a low voice? The boy blushed and didn’t reply at once. Then he answered with a meek voice “No” I guess he was surprised, because there were plenty of other tables available. Instead of moving to his opposite side, I sat down directly next to him. He shifted a bit back, but since he was sitting close to a window, he wasn’t able to move far away from me. I was manspreading, totally invading the guy’s space but I didn’t care. Without a word I started eating, feeling his right thigh pressed next to mine and the useless attempts to become even smaller, than he actually already was. “You want some fries” I asked him, as if we would be friends already. “No thanks” he replied, feeling totally mixed up. “Not the best food around here. Well? Since you are not eating, what are you doing here?” I inquired. There was a long pause. “Killing some time?” he answered. “Are you asking me?” I turned to him and grinned. “No… No…. I’m killing some time…” he stuttered. I leaned closer to him and whispered: “Yeah… I saw that” I put my left arm around his shoulder and pressed him against me and with the right hand I took a good grip at my crotch. “I saw that….” I repeated myself and made sure he saw my prominent bulge before I continued swallowing my food. The lad’s face turned white. “I think, I better go now” he sounded stressed. “Don’t be scared. Are you new to this… concept?” I asked and smiled at him softly. He nodded without answering. “That’s sweet. I remember when I first looked furtively at other guy’s privates. That’s okay you know?” I talked to him in my seducing low voice. “What’s your name?” I continued invading his privacy. Again he didn’t react. I could smell his fear. He was ashamed of being caught, staring at cocks in this restaurant. I was the only person in the world who knew his secret: about being gay. And I knew, his mind was rapidly thinking of a way to escape. I almost could hear his prayers, if God would grant him just one wish, it would be – that he could flee from this awkward situation. “My name is Scorpion” I continued my attempts to find a connection between the two of us. A connection that would be strong enough, to let him off the hook in a couple of minutes, but to ensure he would return to me. “Look – maybe I come too hard on you… but I saw you the moment I entered this place and I felt like ‘wow’ – you are such a handsome guy. Don’t be mad at me, for taking my chance – okay?” I tried to calm him down. “Really? - I am sorry, but I am a bit scared right now” he mumbled. “I know” I simply replied. For a while there was no other word spoken until the lad broke the silence: “Keith…. my name is Keith.” “Thank you Keith….” “You really think I am handsome?” he asked softly. “Are you serious? You are like the cutest guy I have ever seen, in my whole life… and I am a bit older than you, so I saw some good looking guys, but no… NO ONE can compare with you” I said and tried to make my most honest face about it. “Listen…. I don’t want to torment you any longer.” I waited a bit before I continued. “Can I give you my cell number – and you can decide if you would want to meet me again” After a short while of thinking he nodded gingerly. I grabbed a pen from my jacket and wrote my cell phone number on a napkin. “Don’t lose it….” I smiled and handed him the note. He accepted my offer and I moved away from him and got up. Slowly he got up also and tried to pass me at the front of the table. My raging hard-on strained against the inside of my pants. Keith couldn’t help but stare at it. “I am sorry, but I am just happy I met you” I grinned and looked at my bulge also. Keith smiled at me for the first time. He was a virgin. A fucking virgin and I planned to fuck him for all he was worth. But I had to be careful. He was not stable yet. The wrong move and he would be gone and hide and I wanted him. I needed to stick my cock deep into him and rip him apart, only to shoot my load into his bleeding hole. My boys would like to meet him too. We used to look for fresh meet all the time to pollute those guys. Keith…. sweet little Keith… I was sure I would hear from him… and I was right.

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.