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I awoke the next morning, feeling as though my rest hadn't done much to solve my tiredness. My throat was still dry, and I crawled out of bed and hit the kitchen to gulp down some water--hydration before a run was important. The cold water felt wonderful going down, and I trudged back to the bed room and slipped into a light-fit shirt and shorts and pulled on my running shoes. I headed down the road to my local trailhead, and decided to take one of the easier paths--I really wanted to run. I was about 20 minutes into my run and I just didn't seem to have the energy I normally do. I had definitely worked up a sweat, despite my short exertion on the trails, but it felt good to be outside in the warm air. I decided if I didn't have the energy to run, I'd at least explore a trail. I found myself heading up the same trail on which I had met G a week past. I struggled a bit to get up some of the initial steep inclines, almost pushing myself up off each rock. It took me about 45 minutes to reach that fallen tree where I had been caught so off-guard, but there I was again sitting on it. Catching my breath, I looked around and again took in the scenery. A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped straight off the log. I heard a laugh from behind and knew instantly that Gerry had once again managed to sneak up on me. I turned and there he was, in that same red tank top he'd had on before and a pair of basketball shorts, with a small backpack slung over his right shoulder. "Well hey there, Reid, haven't seen you the last couple days! Good to see you back up in the hills." "Yeah," I responded, "been a crazy, busy week. New job and all." "Oh yeah? Last we talked all I knew is you had just gone through a breakup and were out exploring the world again," he said with a smirk. "Guess you really are going through a period of new beginnings and all!" "Yeah, I suppose." "You seem a little off today," he said, with just a hint of concern on his face. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a little worn out already. Wanted to really get in a good run and all, but I'm just not feeling it today, which is unusual for me." "Oh really? Well maybe some company will help perk you up?" Oh, it would, and it did. As if on-cue, I felt my cock twitch. In all the ass-fucking frenzy of the previous night I hadn't gotten off. My ass may have still been a bit sore, but my cock was all ready to take the lead. And by the lead, I mean straight into more trouble of the sexual kind. But hey, I'm gullible, and I figured maybe this time I could keep my composure and let a hike be a hike. "Sure, maybe the motivation will get me going." "Great! Let's head up the trail again, it's my favorite of course!" And with that, we were off again. G had taken note of how I didn't seem to be at a full-energy level, so he didn't press the pace. We headed up the trail, occasionally chatting about my new job. Being tech support, it's hard to converse about what I do with people not technically-inclined, but he seemed to grasp most of what I told him when I did occasionally get into some detail. He really seemed fascinated by the fact I was able to do as much as I did from the comfort of my home, though as I pointed out most tech problems usually end up being the user or the software. I hadn't yet encountered a situation where hardware had been at fault. "Here, want to take a rest?" he suddenly asked. I looked around and realized we had reached that spot where last time we had explored each other. Or, well, G had explored me. "Yeah," I responded. "I didn't realize we had gotten this far up already." "I figured if we talked a bit, it would take your mind off the climb. Seems I was right," he observed. And he was. I hadn't really been focusing on my lack of energy, which seemed to be a little higher now that we had been moving around. We sat on that same large fallen tree that just days ago I had been bent over. G pulled a pair of water bottles out of his backpack and handed one to me. We both drank pretty greedily--it was fairly warm after all. With just an inch or so of water left in his, he lifted the bottle over his head and poured it over himself. He shook his head back and forth, spraying the water in all directions including on me. "Ha! Sorry bud, got you a little wet there," he laughed. "All good," I said with a little laugh of my own. The silliness of it brought a little levity to my atypically down mood. His hand landed on the back of my neck as he brushed some of the splashes off. My cock twitched feeling the warmth of his hand hit my skin. He noticed. "Oh, didn't realize brushing water off would affect THAT!" I blushed and turned my head to the left to face him, and realized his face had already moved in close. I was powerless to respond as his lips made contact with mine, separating them and his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hand moved up from my neck to the back of my head and pulled me face further against his and his tongue sank back almost to my tonsils. His tongue explored my mouth for a couple minutes as his other hand moved to grip my now rock-hard cock through my shorts. He gave my member a few squeezes, before reaching down my thigh, finding the opening in my shorts where my left leg exited, and reaching up in to caress my balls. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, but locked his eyes on mine. "I've been hoping to see you again. I had such an amazing time with you last we met, I've been hoping we could do it again." I didn't know how to respond, and as his hand in my shorts slowly moved from my balls down betwen my legs, I simply closed my eyes, moaned, and spread my legs giving his fingers access to probe my hole. I felt one of them begin to just penetrate my opening, and suddenly felt something begin oozing out. G noticed it too, and pulled his hand back slowly, and his hand emerged from my shorts with a glob of cum on the inside of his fingertip. "Oh my, what have we here?" "Oh, um, sorry," I said weakly, "I fooled around a little last night." Shit, I felt like such a fool not having anticipating this, or at the very least cleaning myself up a bit more after last night's plowing. I knew I had just blown the moment. "So what you're saying is, you came prepared?" Whoa, hadn't....... thought of it that way? G stuck his finger in his mouth briefly and sucked the cum off it, then stood up in front of me. He reached forward and with his hands clamped in my armpits, pulled me up off the log to stand squarely before him. For just a moment neither of us moved, our eyes were locked and nothing was said. His hands drifted down to my shorts and with a quick tug they dropped to the ground once my cock had sprung free. It bounced up and hit my pelvis, a strand of precum swinging up and sticking to my stomach. His hands next moved upward, slipping under my shirt and pulling it upward. My arms swung up and my shirt was up and over my head and on the ground in one swoop. I stepped gently out of my shorts, naked in front of G except for my shoes. His eyes remained locked on my as he slowly pulled his tank top up and over his head. His massive chest was fairly furry as he exposed it to me for the first time, and I noticed he had some tattoos, though it was hard to make them out fully beneath his fur and his dark, tanned skin. I was about to ask him about it when my eyes followed his hands down to his shorts, and the cock pointing out from within them. He knew I was watching and slowly pulled the front of his shorts out and freed his 8-inch, thick monster. As his shorts dropped to the ground, his own strand of precum dangled from the droop of foreskin hanging from the front. He gripped his cock with his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink mushroom it covered. My eyes never left it. He broke my trance by reaching down and picking up his shorts. He took them in hand, along with his tank top, and then reached down to collect my shirt and shorts. He laid them out on the trunk as if creating a bed. He turned to me and held out his hand--I took it. He guided me over and then sat me in the middle of the blanket of clothing. He pulled up on my left leg while pressing down on my chest and I realized he wanted me to lay back on the log; I did exactly as he wished.

Part 3 – Personal Attention Reggie stood up and collected the parTy supplies and placed them in the black leather bag. He then turned to Travis. I’m going into my room to continue. R: You can sit hear and wait for Garth or you can follow me. He’ll be fine right there. We’ll come back to check on him in a little while. T: Okay Reggie grabbed Travis and threw him over his shoulder. Travis was turned on by being manhandled. They entered a dark room with a bed in the center. That is all Travis could make out with the low lighting. Reggie threw the twink on the bed and threw him the black bag. R: Lets see how well you were paying attention. Go ahead and pack the bowl. And make it a big bowl. I wanna unlock you inner whore. Travis did not know why he was so turned on by being called a whore. He didn’t know why he was turned on by any of this. He followed the directions as well as he could remember and lit the bowl with the torch. The first hit was a huge success and huge cloud. R: That’s it my boy. That’s it. Here hand me that. Reggie took his hit and got next to Travis on the bed. He turned to Travis and blew the cloud right in his face while reaching for his nipples. Just a slight tug and a moan escaped the twink’s mouth. R: I want you to blow clouds on me but this time on my dick. You got that? Travis nodded and lit his bowl. He took a big hit and lowered his mouth on the black meat. He was able to get about half of it in his mouth before coughing up the cloud. Reggie rubbed the back of the twink’s head softly. R: Again Travis repeated but this time when he went to exhale, Reggie pushed him down further on this dick. Travis coughed trying to breath but the big black dick was cutting off his air. Reggie relented and let go just in time. R: Again Travis repeated this process until he was able to get all the the black meat down his throat. It was only for a few seconds but gawd did it make Reggie feel great. Each time Travis’s throat clenched his dick, he almost wanted to cum straight down his throat. But he was holding out. R: ok now get on all fours. I wanna see that ass winking at me. Travis complied and was head down ass up read for inspection. R: Mmm, nice smooth white boy pussy. Mmmm. Reggie lunged right in and pushed him tongue into the quivering hole. T: OOOOH MG. omg, ahhhhhhhhh That’s when Reggie realized the boy was hard trying to jerk off at a weird angle. He had not thought about the boys dick at all. It was a creamy white 7’’ but almost at thick as his own 9’’ meat. This brought an evil thought to his mind. R: do you want this big dick in your hole? T: yes, I need to get fucked. I want to give my virginity away. Take it from me. I’m giving it to you. Fuck me already please. R: Alright but I need you to do something for me first. It’s a bit evil and I think the T has helped me open your dark side. I wanna feed that dark side. I’ll be right back. Part 4 - Waking up Garth Reggie walked out of the room. A minute or two went by before reggie returned with Garth over his shoulder. He walked over to dimly lit corner of the room. Travis finally focused enough to make out a sling in the corner. He was strapping Garth into the sling. R: okay so I think it’s safe to tell you what the plan was when you got here. Now that you are tweaking hard, you will appreciate this. In those sodas was another drug called Gina. It calms shit down and relaxes while the tina energizes and makes your horny. you drink enough Gina and you pass out. You were supposed to pass out and placed in the sling for us to use. I think you are tweaked enough to do this voluntarily now. Am I wrong? T: No, I wanna get fucked in the sling. R: Thought so. Well someone couldn’t handle the plan and drank too much of the soda. He’ll be okay. In fact he should be waking up sooner rather than later. I want you to fuck him awake. Your load in him to get my load in you. Travis was shocked. How could that have been the plan? How could Garth have betrayed him like that. He knew the answer though. Tina – this evil drug that works magic on your body and mind. But could he actually go through with it? Rape his best friend? He had always pictured him getting fucked by Garth not the other way around. Travis kept trying to think straight but the evil Tina thoughts won out. Of course he wanted to rape his best friend, that cunt tried to set him up. T: I’ll do it. What do I do? Reggie lined him up with Garth’s body in the sling and pushed his head into the twunk’s ass. R: Eat his hole. Lick it right up. Lube that fucker up. Travis stuck out his tongue and had his first taste of hole. He was slobbering it up in no time. He was tongue fucking his friend like he was born to do it. With Garth knocked out still, his hole gave little resistance to the tongue invasion. Travis pulled away and pushed 2 fingers into the wet cunt. The soft feeling was strange to him but his dick jumped at the thought of being inside of his friend. He was ordered to push a third and then fourth finger into the sleeping hole. Reggie maneuvered around Travis and pushed his fingers into the hole. His fingers had 2 chunks of Tina between the fingers. He left the fingers in while the Tina melted away. Travis hadn’t caught it but was told to stand up straight. R: now don’t over think this kind guesture. Reggie got down on his knees and put Travis’s dick in his mouth. He quickly coated the dick with saliva and then got back up. R: Don’t ever think it. Just line it up with his hole. He’s out cold right now so his hole should be easy to slide into. Travis pushed forward and the feeling nearly overwhelmed him. He was holding his breath. He let it out as he bottomed out his thick meat inside of his friend. His best friend. His beautiful bitch of a friend. Travis felt his friend’s ass grip his dick like a soft glove. He slowly rocked back and forth. R: Now don’t do that. Don’t soft fuck him. You’re not laying with a lover. You are fucking a little whore who loves the dick. Travis heard the words and picked up his pace. He was slamming into the sleeping body with intent to leave sore. Reggie walked around to Garth’s head and opened some smelling salts and placed them in Garth’s nostrils. This jolted the poor boy awake. Awake but still out of it. He was trying to come to but moaning every other sound. Travis had stopped in his tracks and waited for his friend to get more awake. As soon as Garth was able to look up at Travis, Travis pulled all the way out and slammed his thick meat straight back in. This kicked all the air out of Garth and he was stuck in a different daze. His hole gripped down on the invading dick. Travis responded with another pull out and slam in. He continued to fuck him like that until Garth was no longer gasping for air. He was in moaning mode. G: Whaaaats going on? Why am I in here? Mmmmm R: Travis is just waking you up from your G-hole. Dont you just love his thick dick? You never told me he had such a great dick. G: Ohhhh! Mmmmm But I'm supposed to top. Ohhhhh. T: Plans change Travis grips Garth by the waist and long dicks him again. This time he's cumming into the used hole of his best friend. T: I'm cumming. I'm cumming Reggie grabs Travis by the shoulders R: Congratulations on becoming a man. Hope you liked the feeling of nutting in a whore. But now its your turn to be fucked like a bitch. get back on your fours.

Sorry for the slow start Part 1 - Intro Travis POV- I’m Travis, I’m a 5’ 8” blonde haired, green eyed white boy that just turned 18. I have a wonderful twink body that requires no attention but gets all the attention from girls and guys. I’m attracted to both but am very shy. I’ve never gotten past 2nd base with anyone. I have this best friend named Garth. I’m totally in love with him and will do anything he asks me to. We’ve talked about doing sexual things together but I usually chicken out due to my shyness. My parents are going out of town for the weekend and I’m going to spend it with Garth. He wants to hit up a party and he swears that he has found some sort of medicine that will help us relax. I really hope so. I really want to lose my virginity to my best friend. Today is the day of the party. I got all ready for this event that I had no idea about. I am hoping that we only stay at the party for a short while. Maybe we can come back to my place or go over to his place. I hope that everything will work out alright and we get to some sexual experience. I bought an enema set just for this special weekend. I followed the gay instructions and cleaned out; way out. I’m ready to do, just waiting on Garth to pick me up. I stare at my phone longingly, waiting for his text message. I start to mentally go over everything I had to go over for the night. - Clean out – check. - Shave everything smooth – check. Not that I really needed that one, I’m pretty naturally smooth. I just like to shave over to make sure. - Sexy underwear – check - Sexy new cologne – check - Condom in my pocket – check. Needed safety if we get that far. Text message hits my phone. It is Garth. He is out front waiting for me. I’m so nervous but ready for anything. I grab my house keys and head out the door. Garth POV- I’m Garth. I’m 18 and a half. I’m 5’ 10’’. I have jet back hair and piercing brown eyes. My body is right between twink and twunk thanks to the in house gym I have at home. I was also a virgin up until a few weeks ago. I mean, technically I still was but now I’ve given head and gotten head back. I even had 2 fingers in me while I was getting sucked off. It felt amazing. I attended this party at a friend of a friend’s place. He ended up pulling out some T for some of us to smoke. I didn’t want to be the only one not having fun so I also smoked some with the crowd. I say crowd but I ended up alone with Reggie. One thing led to another and suddenly we were going at it a bit. The second time I met up with Reggie was a week later and it was just the 2 of us. We hung out and smoked. The the next thing I remember is his body slapping into mine. That’s when I knew I was no longer a virgin. I was pretty high and loved every moment of it. I really liked Reggie and his bomb smoke. He told me I could come back but I had to bring a friend. He didn’t say why but I think I have an idea. Anyways, as soon as he said to bring a friend, I immediately thought of my best friend Travis. If anyone needed to unwind a little it was him. Plus he says he has the whole weekend to have fun without any interloping parents. But most importantly, I wanna see him on all 4’s begging for some dick like I was. I got ready to the evening the way any other guy does. Shower, shave, and overdue it on the cologne. Haha. I laugh because I know we are gonna be a sweaty mess soon enough. I know I loved trying the smoke out. I cant wait to see how Travis looks all smoked out. My dick starts to thicken just thinking of it. I calm myself down and get into my car. I’m driving over and get to Travis’s house. I text him and wait a few minutes until he ventures out. I ask him how he’s doing and I get a calm response of I’m ok. I laugh to myself, oh we’re gonna be a whole lot better than ok in a bit. I wait for him to buckle up and then im off to the races. I drive about 10 mins away and pull up to my favorite place on Earth, Reggie’s place. I text him that we are there and he opens the garage door. I pull my car right into the garage. As the garage door drops and finishes moving, I turn to Travis and say No going back now. I smile a handsome grin give him a kiss on the cheek. We exit the car and are greeted at the garage/kitchen door. There stands Reggie, our great host for the night. Part 2 - Reggie’s pad Reggie stood in the doorway. He is a a 5’ 11 African American man in his early 40’s. He has a muscular frame with broad shoulders. He has great pecks and arms. He is dressed in a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He has a very commanding presence; very alpha male feeling. This was went through Travis’s mind as he stared up at the man. R: please come in boys. The boys followed Reggie into the living room and sat on the large sectional couch. Travis sat right in the middle and Travis sat on one side of him. Reggie stayed standing up. R: are you boys thirsty? I can get us a couple of cokes. T: That will be great. Reggie disappeared into the kitchen. He cracked open 3 cokes and looks over at the boys. They are still sitting quietly on the couch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial and drops some thick liquid the cokes. He shakes them briefly before taking them into the living room for his guests. R: I hope you guys like your coke. They taste Great. All three take drinks from their cans. T: Oh mine must a be a little old. It has a bitter taste to it. G: Mine tastes great. I don’t know what you are talking about. R: I’m sorry. Would you like another? T: oh no, it’s fine, I drink them how they come **smile**. A nervous Travis downs his coke. Reggie picks up a remote and starts some music to fill the silence. T: I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where is everyone? R: oh I though Garth told you. We thought we could hand just us for a while before the parTy. So we can all relax a bit and see where the night goes. G: Yeah, I know how you are with too many new people so we decided this would be better. At least for a little while. T: Oh thank you for thinking of me. I thought that we were going to work on our stuff separately like after the party. G: Don’t worry. Reggie is just going to watch, observed and help guide use through this. He just wants to watch. It’s one of his things he likes, to watch younger guys parTy get wild. I’m getting ahead of myself though. Garth turns toward Reggie who already pulled out the black leather bag. Garth unzipped the bag and brought out the contents onto the coffee table. G: I’m going to show you how to relax and just go with things. Just like he showed me. T: Show me what? What is all that stuff. Garth pulled out a pipe and lighter and baggie filled with T. he opened baggie and filled the pipe. G: This is called Tina. It works like magic. You’ve got to try it with me. Garth lit the bowl and melted the T inside the bowl. The smoke started to collect and then through the pipe into his lungs. Garth held it a moment and then pushed out a big white cloud of smoke. G: okay, your turn. Here hold it like I was. And I’ll light it for you. Don’t suck until you see the smoke start to collect. Okay? Travis was overwhelmed. He was apprehensive about this situation and especially with a drug he’d never heard of. But his beloved asked and he gave in. Travis put the pipe up to his mouth and let Garth light the bowl. He breathed in G: Now hold it a moment. Good… now breath out. Travis let out a medium sized cloud. G: Good try. Now do another, this time bigger. Travis breathed in and held it. Breathing out another medium sized cloud but bigger than the first. Reggie stood up and reached for the pipe. R: Here, let me show you. Reggie took out a small torch and used it on the bowl. He blew out a huge white cloud that filled the line of vision for a moment. R: like that little boy. He hands the pipe back to Travis along with the torch. Repeating what he had just witnessed, he lit the bowl up with the torch and blew out a huge white cloud. R: Good boy Trying to impress the alpha male, Garth book the next hit using the torch and he too blew out a room full of clouds. R: Good Boys. Again. Oh, did you want another coke? G: Sure I’ll take one. We’ll share one. Reggie walked back to the kitchen knowing the boys were busy with their cloud competition. He didn’t even half to sneak with the G. He just pulled it right out and gave a double dose in the can. Reggie walked back to the living room with a can of soda and a wet towel. R: here you go. Another soda and a wet towel to cool off the pipe to refill it. Here hand me the pipe and I’ll refill it. Garth took 2 big bulps of the coke and sat down. G: is it me, or is it really hot in here? T: oh yes, it is warm. R: oh let me go turn on the AC but feel free to take your shirts off. I know I will be. Reggie got up and turned the thermostat on. Walking back he had his shirt already over his shoulder. He walked over to the boys. R: here let me help you. Reggie pulls Garth’s shirt right up and over his head. He does the same to Travis. Reggie started the next bowl with the torch and handed them back to Travis. He took a huge hit and tried to pass it to Garth but Garth seemed to be almost sleeping. T: Garth, are you alright? R: oh he’ll be alright. He’s just overheating because of the T. look he get better the more clothes I take off of him. Reggie practically rips the pants open and pull them down and off his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and just sat there in the nude. His dick was semi hard and leaking precum. Reggie squeazed the boys nipples and then used his finger to collect some precum from his leaking dick. He pushed the finger to Travis’s mouth. Travis had never tasted such an amazing taste. T: OMG that is amazing. Is he okay? R: Yeah he just needs to cool off a bit and he’ll be white as rain. We should probably try to cool down too or we might overheat too. Travis didn’t need to hear anything more. He just listened to the alpha and dropped his pants and underwear. He revealed his own semi. Before he could even register that he was naked with Reggie, Reggie was naked too with his hard 9” dick sticking straight out and slight curve to the right. He used the same finger to scoop up some of his own precum and pushed it to Travis’s mouth and again he licked it all up.

I was 19 years old in 1984 when I took a taxi to a gay bar in the small city in Upstate New York where I grew up. There was no sign identifying the bar, but all the local gay men knew it had a red lightbulb over the front door. I met a hot guy in his 30s named Mateo who wanted to fuck me, but we did not have a place to do it. An overweight and rather unattractive guy in his mid 50s named Larry sat on a nearby stool and overheard our dilemma and called Mateo over to him so he could share a possible solution. They introduced themselves by name and shook hands as Mateo took a seat on the stool next to Larry. What was interesting about the ensuing conversation with Larry, was that I was not part of it as I now sat on my stool as a distant bystander, while they talked about me like I was not even there. Larry told Mateo he would love to help Mateo fuck a slut. And while he did not have a place to go, he had a huge Chrysler New Yorker in the parking lot with dark tinted windows. Larry said there was lots of room in the backseat to fuck if Mateo wanted to use the backseat of his car. Larry said he would do one better and drive on the nearby freeway and some deserted roads while Mateo slut fucked in the backseat. Larry said if Mateo was going fuck a slut in a car, better for it to be moving than parked somewhere where the authorities could come across you at any time. Larry told Mateo that if he stayed within the speed limit and obeyed the rules of the road, no one would expect fucking going on in the backseat. Larry then asked Matteo if he had a driver's license which Mateo confirmed he did. Larry told Mateo the only thing he wanted in exchange for his time and gas for driving around, was to fuck the whore in the backseat as payback, while Mateo drove the New Yorker back to the bar. Mateo responded, "Fuck yeah, let's do this!" and he and Larry started to move off their stools. Mateo came over to me, briefly making eye contact, and held up his thumb and index finger, pointing to the front door of the bar, as Larry led the way out. Once we got to Larry's car, Mateo and I got in the back seat and closed the door. Mateo’s demeanor toward me changed during his conversation with Larry. When we first met, Mateo seemed excited to meet me and freely engaged me in conversation like he was interested. Now he was no longer communicative and quite honestly, I felt I was nothing more than a sexual object. There was a distance and hardness to Mateo’s temperament that had not existed earlier. As Larry got behind the steering wheel, he started the car. It was a humid night in upstate New York, even late at night after dark, so Larry rolled down all the electronic windows to let some fresh air in. In the meantime, Mateo pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, like I was a kid needing help getting undressed. Once I was bare-assed naked except for my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers, Mateo announced to Larry, “I think we are all ready to go!” As Larry put the car in drive and drove out of the gravel parking lot, Mateo picked up my shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and threw them over his shoulder, tossing them out the open window! Suddenly panicked, I attempted to open my car door to get my clothes, but Larry had the childhood locks set so the door would not open! Mateo commented to Larry, “I wonder if the whore’s clothes will still be in the parking lot when we get back?” to which Larry responded, “Hard to say!” with a chuckle. I was both panicked and at their mercy as Larry approached the nearby entrance to I-81 and turned onto the freeway and accelerated to 60 mph. Mateo meanwhile stripped off his sneakers and jeans and then pushed my mouth down on his big brown uncut cock to get it wet. Mateo then pushed me on my back and lifted my legs up in the air high, so my sneakers were almost touching the ceiling. Mateo pushed himself inside of me with one full thrust and laid his body on top of mine, his 6’2” body engulfing my smaller 5’7” thin body. Our heads were side by side, but there was no talking going on as he started to thrust inside of me feverishly. I am not sure how long he fucked me with me wedged between the backseat and his body, but my pussy was now open, freely accepting his cock. After a long time, Mateo lifted off me and looked around to see where we were located. He pulled me up, and as I looked around, I realized we were now driving down a dark deserted country road. The one thing about upstate New York is it did not take long to get from populated to secluded areas… Mateo decided to fuck me doggy. He pushed my legs and knees together, so he had room for his right knee on the backseat and his left foot on the floorboard. Mateo stuck his cock in me and started fucking me full force, bucking his hips hard against my ass as his big hands clamped tightly against my hips. As he fucked me hard, my hands were on the seat holding me up. Each time Mateo's hips forcefully thrust forward, however, it caused me to inch forward and after a short time, the top of my head was literally hitting against the car door as I stared down at the seat! After several thrusts, I lifted my hands up against the side of the door, and up further until my hands were squeezing the top of the door where the window slit was located now that the window was down. This not only stopped my head from banging against the door, but it gave me some leverage so Mateo could not push me forward any further. Mateo must have sense my naive plan, because he unexpectedly bucked my hips with so much force, my body lunged forward and my hands lost their grip on the top of the door. My body lunged forward, so my hands slipped though the open window! As my body tilted forward and having lost all my leverage, Mateo used his strong thighs and knees to force my hips forward, until they were against the door along with my thighs and knees. This caused my naked body to be hanging outside the open window from the waist up! Mateo firmly grabbed the top of the door where the window slit was located with his big hands, like I had done just moments before. Unlike mine, Mateo's grip was firm and with his bigger body planted directly behind me and big cock stuffed up my hole deep, I was wedged between Mateo and the door with no place to go. I yelled as my head, arms, and hands were dangling and flailing out the window and I felt the night wind blowing against my naked body. Mateo did not break his pace and continued to fuck me hard from behind. After a long fuck and feeling some wind burn on my face, Matteo pulled me back inside of the car, keeping me impaled on his cock as he sat in the center of the backseat with one foot on either side of the center hump of the floorboard. I became Mateo’s bouncy little boy as he continued to grip my waist, lifting me up off his cock and then pulling me back down until he was balls deep again. At one point, Mateo put his hands under the back of my thighs and started lifting upward so my knees moved against my chest. Mateo ordered me to spread my legs wide so the bottoms of my sneakers were against the back of the front headrests. I felt like a two-bit whore with my legs spread so wide, as gravity fully impaled me on Mateo's cock, with Mateo lifting me up and pushing me down by my waist to control the rhythm of the fuck. After a while, Mateo positioned his hands underneath my thighs to pull my spread knees back toward my chest again. With a fluid motion, Mateo moved his hands and arms, so his arms snaked under my arm pits and his hands moved and clasped behind my neck. Mateo had me restrained in the full nelson wrestling position, with me totally immobilized and I was forced to take his full cock and he pistoned it in and out of me as hard as he could. That put Mateo over the edge as he soon yelled, “Take my babies, bitch!” and buried his cock and his seed deep inside of me with one final thrust. Mateo released his hold, and I stretched my legs and put my sneakers back behind the headrests. Mateo held me in place fully impaled on his cock and let out a deep loud growling “WOOF!” as Larry pulled the car to the side of a deserted road. It is like the three of us were in a coordinated dance as Larry got out of the car and opened the back door behind the driver’s seat slightly so Mateo could get out when ready. Mateo lifted me off his cock and pushed me over to sit on the backseat behind the front passenger seat, ordering me to “keep my babies inside of you, bitch, so you don’t get them on the leather seat.” Mateo got fully dressed as Larry moved around the back of the car to the back passenger side door where I now sat. Larry unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He slipped off his loafers and took his pants and underwear fully off and then slipped his loafers back on his feet. I shuttered a bit as I looked at Larry's body because he was someone I would never consider having sex with. He had a belly, and man boobs, and an unattractive face. As I was lost in my thoughts, Larry opened the back passenger door where I was sat and said, “Time to pay up, bitch! Get on your fucking hands and knees!” as he threw his clothes on the floorboard and started coming toward me through the open door. By this time, Mateo had exited the backseat, closing the door behind him. I moved in as far as I could toward the door Mateo had closed as Larry crammed himself in the back seat and closed his door behind him. I was a bit startled as Mateo reached through the open window and grabbed underneath my armpits with his big hands. He firmly pulled my body toward him and through the open window until my waist over the edge of the door, with the top half of my body fully hanging outside of the car again. Mateo harshly said, “Stay in this fucking position and be a good whore to pay Larry back for the generous use of his car!” With that, Mateo slapped my face hard and opened the driver’s door to get in the front seat. In the meantime, I felt Larry’s body behind me as he ordered, “Take my fat German sausage up your used cunt, whore!” as he shoved his surprisingly fat cock deep inside of me. I inhaled at the thickness of Larry’s cock, as Mateo pulled the car back onto the deserted road. While Larry’s cock was nowhere near as long as Mateo’s, it was much thicker and stretched me further. Larry got a steady rhythm down when I suddenly and unexpectedly felt something wet hit the portion of my body hanging out the window. At first, I wondered if it started to rain, but as the wetness hit me again, I realized it was at the wrong angle for rain. By the time I felt the spray of wetness the third time, I realized that Mateo was hocking up loogies and blowing them out his open window to let the force of the air as he drove splatter the loogies against my body! As Mateo’s loogies continued to splash against my body, I started getting nervous because I saw lights in the distance as we started getting closer to the city. Panic hit me when I saw the headlights of a vehicle driving toward us. As the headlights got closer, I started pushing my ass back on Larry’s cock as I intuitively tried to push myself inside of the car to keep my naked body from being seen. Larry’s body, however, held the top half my body firmly in place outside of his car at my waist, and headlights be damned, he was not about to let me back inside anytime soon. The road was wide enough that the car did not pose any physical threat to me, but the vehicle’s headlights allowed the driver to see my naked body from the waist up hanging out the window, including my full face! Because I was grinding my ass against Larry’s cock, futilely hoping by some miracle that would get my body fully back inside his car, I’m sure it was pretty obvious to the person driving toward us that I was getting fucked! As the vehicle got closer, the guy flashed his headlights a couple of times and as we passed him, now under streetlights at the edge of town, the driver's eyes make direct contact with mine for an instant. I had a sense that my eyes were pleading to be anywhere else but there, staring at this stranger for a fleeting moment. The stranger meanwhile quickly tapped on his horn twice as he drove past us in his red truck. Mateo tapped the horn of the New Yorker twice in response, sharing a moment with the stranger now in the rearview mirror. At this exact moment, I heard Larry's labored breathing as he grunted hard and loud, dumping his load inside of me. Larry pulled his cock out of me and pulled me back inside of the car. He ordered me to turn around and clean off his cock as Mateo drove through the city and back to the parking lot. The parking lot had no direct lighting but the nearby streetlights casted an orange hue that softly lit the parking lot. Once parked where it all began, Mateo got out of the car and walked around to other side of the car to let Larry out. After Larry got out of the car, he grabbed his underwear and pants from the floorboard and left his door open as he put his clothes back on. As Larry zipped himself up, I heard a vehicle pull into the parking lot, driving over the gravel. It drove up next to Larry’s car facing the opposite way, so the driver was looking straight into the window where I was sitting. It was the driver of the red truck who saw me getting fucked 10 minutes earlier. Both Mateo and Larry walked over to the stranger’s truck to speak with him, but I could not hear what they were saying. After a bit, Mateo walked over to the driver’s side passenger door and opened it for me, and I got out of the car, naked except for my socks and sneakers. I stood behind the open door, using it as a shield to hide my naked body. I noticed the parking lot was empty except for three vehicles, the third which I assumed was Mateo’s. The stranger got out of his truck and walked over to get a better look at me. In the soft orange hue of the parking lot, this stranger looked like he was in his late forties and more of a farm hand kind of guy. He had cowboy boots on and jeans, as well as a button-up shirt. He was taller than me and bulky. He was a decent looking guy overall. I asserted myself momentarily by telling all three men that I needed to find my clothes, and started walking away from them, desperately searching the parking lot for my missing t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. They were nowhere to be found, and the stranger finally yelled, “Boy you better get bare ass over here before someone sees you and you get arrested for indecent exposure.” And with that I walked back toward the three men feeling defeated. The stranger looked at me and said, “You have a choice boy: The three of us drive off and leave you in this parking lot bare-assed naked and you take your chances, or you come with me and let me use your cunt to empty my bull balls.” He turned and walked to his truck and I followed him. As he reached his truck, I started to walk around the front of the truck to get in the passenger seat when the stranger told me to hold up and called me over to him. He walked toward the back of his truck and said, "Boy, you ride in here," and patted the top edge of the truck bed. Feeling I had no choice, I walked to the end of the truck and hoisted myself up into the truck bed by putting my foot on the bumper. Once inside, the stranger motioned me toward the front and told me to sit in the center of the truck bed with my back against the window and wall of the front cabin where he would sit and drive. I felt like his possession as he reassured me that it was about 4am and I would be fine riding in the truck bed for the 35-minute drive to his place in the country. The stranger got in his truck and started the engine, put his truck in drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. As the truck started to pick up speed and drive down the road, I heard a car horn beep twice. I looked up to see Mateo and Larry standing at the New Yorker with the driver's side door open. They both smiled big and waved to me…with my clothes in their hands. I was startled when the stranger tapped is horn twice in response, as I watched Mateo and Larry get into their respective vehicles, taking my clothes with them.

It would be nice to start all of this to say I had no idea when I entered the Bathhouse what Bug chasing and Neg/Poz sex was about. That would make all of this look innocent.That I had no idea what might happen and that I was forced into this against my will, almost. That would be a total lie though. Do you notice how many stories and porn stories with pozzing as it’s main subject , always have a guy slightly unwilling, naive or duped into becoming a poz slut? That was not me . I was no victim. I wanted that poz cum in me when I went into the bathhouse. I selected that bathhouse because the reviews had mentioned lots of shady men and bareback sex. More than one review mentioned guys with veins popping out and breeding going on. It was a magnet to me. The moment I saw a comment, that some guy had got pozzed there, I knew I had to go. Like a moth to the fucking flame, I was at the door of the bathhouse to get fucked poz This night I walked into the small bathhouse with purpose. I had seen an ad , an ad for a guy to be pozzed and like the voyeur and slut I was, I had to see, I had to go .I barely noticed the guy who smiled as I gave him my money , when I walked in. I asked where the Steamroom was , he replied . I walked to the lockers and I quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around me. The Steamroom was downstairs. I ignored everything else and tried to find it That is where the young guy in the Bareback Ad online had said he would be. He wanted to be Poz. The ad had 14 replies. At least 5 fully poz guys with no medication answered. The bottom was 19 and you could tell many guys would go just because he was young. I went because I knew one of the guys going. He wasn’t poz and he had fucked me before, but he was hot and so the young guy had readily accepted the request and told him when and where it was happening . The same bathhouse , with the same reputation and here I was outside the Steamroom. I put my towel on the hook outside the room. There were only about 4 other towels on hooks. I walked in. The first thing I noticed was not being able to see .It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and even then all I could see was shadows . What was surprising or really not ,was how few shadows there were and how none of the shadows seemed to be engaged in anything resembling sex. Before I could sit down on a bench, I saw a shadow lurch towards me. It was my fuckbud . In an angry whisper he said to me “ I knew it was you. That fucking stuck up slut never came. He bailed. They nearly always do. “ with that he walked out. Silence, darkness and heat and what was I clutching, oh yeah the poppers. I sat down. Part of me knew he wouldn’t turn up. It was all too much of a fantasy and what was I hoping anyway? To watch him be pozzed . Why never me ? I was thinking of all of this when I noticed a sudden movement near me. One of the shadows started moving towards another shadow and started speaking. “Well fuck it , if I am not going to gift someone I am going to the pub.” The guy he was talking to laughed. “ These fucking flakes, you know it is all just bullshit” then it happened. I don’t know if it was poppers or fear or darkness or that I was desperate ,but I heard myself speak. It was so lacking in confidence , but it was me, there was no doubt. “I am Neg. I would love to be charged Poz.” There was silence. I had no idea how many people were in the Steamroom. Including me , maybe 5? Silence . Nothing. Then one of the voices spoke. “You want my Poz seed?” “Fuck yeah “ I replied. Out of darkness I felt a hand. It lightly brushed my cock, then I felt myself being lifted up as the hand went under my balls and started to search my ass. “Fuck yeah ,Poz him “ someone said out of the darkness. I was both terrified and exhilarated. Out of the steam the shape of a fat cock came into view and my mouth opened as the hand beneath my balls started to lift me up, still searching my ass. I knew i was about to be lost . I grabbed the poppers and held it against my nose and sniffed hard. At that moment someone grabbed me and took the poppers out of my hand and while I tried to get them back started to turn me around towards the wall. I could hear myself breathing , talking to myself “ Fuck what are you doing ? “ I said to myself . “Don’t stop relax you want this ,”the other part of me said. Then my voice came out again “Poz my Neg ass” There were groans . I could hear people jerking off and then suddenly I saw a small man with a crix belly . He had a big fat cock. He had veins out everywhere that I could see. He had the “look”. Now it was my turn to groan. He came close to my ear and loudly whispered “ I was going to ask if you were sure” He said , “ but we both know you are.. slut “ He disappeared behind . I felt someone spread my legs . I couldn’t tell who. Suddenly as out of nowhere I felt my bottle of poppers against my nose. I sniffed it in hard, as it was taken away again .I relaxed and lent back, but started to feel a dick start to probe my ass. I panicked. Had I even lube up there?. But then I could feel the cold distinct feeling of lube being rubbed in my ass. Just as I felt this I felt a guy’s cock behind push into me hard. I groaned hard. I almost panted. I could hear groans around the room and the loud sounds of wanking. I was terrified and in heat. I hoped and feared it was the crix guy behind me,but both of us were panting and the pain and the pleasure kept up . My moaning was becoming loud, like some bitch in heat I was. Someone opened the Steamroom door and closed it. The heat started become hard to bear. Still I was bent towards the wall. The shadows seemed closer, the groans and the jerking. Someone groaned loudly and came on the floor. This made everyone louder. I was lost. “Make me pregnant” I yelled. “Charge me “ The door kept opening and closing . There was a loud groan and suddenly stillness behind me. “ You got my babies mate” and he laughed. At that there was a loud groan of “Fuck yeah” . I thought it was from some other guy, but it was me. A dick left, another one replaced it . I was being converted.i loved it The guy with Crix came up beside me again. “Tonight your going to be fucked up. “Please fuck me “i yelled . “ I already made you pregnant mate. The guy fucking you now is the guy who let you in and he has never taken meds. You will be truly fucked up by the end of this.” I don’t know how long I was there. I don’t know how many loads I had. Eventually I ended up at the showers. Everyone I passed smiled. Others would smile and pat me on the butt. I was humiliated. I was in heat . I could still feel cum inside me. It was still going down my leg .I went upstairs and dressed. As I went to the front door dressed ,the guy who let me in smiled. “Do you need a water. You must be dehydrated .”He handed me a bottle. I offered to pay . “ Are you kidding , after the floor show you put on tonight. Everyone should be buying you drinks” . I looked him over. He didn’t have the look . He smiled and almost blushed. “ Hey bud don’t worry I have it and you have well and truly been infected” . It was my turn to blush. “ I um.. “ I managed to stammer. The guy had a broad smile on him. “ I may not be obvious, but you are. As soon as you walked in I thought yep he wants the bug. When your friend left he was pissed because the 19 year old wasn’t there. He told me that at least you would be pozzed tonight. I mean that is how it always happens”. I was abit confused. He looked me in the eye and said “ There is no 19 year old begging to be pozzed that has an ad out to meet at this place. I place it, every couple of weeks , a different one. Sometimes they are 25, sometimes 30. Always hot. Always desperate to be pozzed.” “But why ?“ I stammered out “ Because it drums up business. People always come. The Tuesday night used to be dead. Now we have people crawling all over the place. The 19 year old may not be here, but someone always leaves converted. Someone always leaves with the Gift. Tonight that guy is you.” My legs felt weak, but I could feel my dick get stiff. “ In a couple of weeks hopefully you will take “ he said. “ The next time I put out an ad for a hot 27 year old you can be there and help convert a newbie . Someone like you . But if you don’t convert you can be that newbie. Can I sign you up for a membership for this bathhouse?” “Sold” I yelled too quickly. “ I want to be a member “. He smiled “ This week you are the newest member”

Hooked up with a top in his 70s online this week. He had a rather large dick and a fuck bench so what's not to like. Invited me over and when I arrived he told me he wanted to be sucked off first. He was 6ft,3 , wearing army boots and combats and I could hardly get his dick in my mouth. He told me he was going to breed my hole and took me into his garage. His fuck bench was home made but did the trick. He bent me over it and applied straps to my arms wrists around my boots and thighs with a big one over my body leaving me totally secured. He fucked my face again pushing deep down my throat and then said he was going to "bugger" me hard and raw. I was in no position to back out and didn't want to as I was very turned on by this. He said i'd needed to be gagged and took some duct tape and silenced me with it then got up behind me and pushed hsi big cock up my arse hammering me for ages. He was very verbal and told me he took ages to cum and I was his bitch until he did. Finally he shot a big load inside me ripped off the duct tape and made me clean his cock up. Best bondage fuck in ages.

Sorry gents, as it often does life got in the way a bit. I circled back a couple days ago, and had to re-read this myself to get the brain rolling again. After a few false starts, happy to say new chapters are underway. Reid is definitely in for some hot and heavy adventures, and they're going to "cum" hot, fast, and heavy! +=========================+ As is the case when you're looking forward to something, time passes painfully slow. I tried to avoid thinking about our impending fuck fest, but every time I took a piss through the day, it hurt more and more. I began to wonder if I had hurt myself with the sounds, though I hadn't been any more aggressive than normal when massaging my prostate. I freshened up with another quick shower around 6, and when I hopped out I noticed Ryan had messaged me, asking if it would be okay if he and Drew brought yet another bud along. Apparently my ass must have had a growing reputation thanks to those two. I figured the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound," pretty much applied here, so I replied that they could bring him. About 30 minutes later there was the anticipated knock on the door, and this time I answered it with some clothing on. There stood Ryan and Drew, both as I remembered them, but along with them stood a third man who looked rough, and I mean the kind of rough where he looked like he needed to take better care of himself. He wasn't my ideal fuck type at all, but given the two he was with I knew I could focus on them and he would simply be there in the background in my mind. As had become the routine normally (except for this morning), we headed for the bedroom and once there everyone began to shuck clothes. Drew was already half-hard, with another off-color strand of precum hanging down from his piss slit. Ryan looked his normal self, not much muscle mass and those purple blotches across his chest, but my eyes quickly fixated on that cock of his, as his shaft began to expand and his oversized mushroom started to rise. I then looked over at their friend, who introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was the same height as Drew, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. I could see his rib cage and his skin looked dry. My best guess put him in his 50s, though I couldn't have known he was a year younger than Ryan. He had the same purple blotches as Ryan and Drew all over his chest, abdomen, and upper legs. And there, between those legs, was a cock with a thickness just less than Drews, and a cock head just smaller than Ryan's. He combined the best of both cocks, and he was already erect and throbbing at a solid 9". He was cut, like Ryan, and I noticed a couple of the purple bruises on his cock as well. Ryan saw me looking over Dirk and quickly moved in and smothered me with a kiss as I felt Drew kneel behind me, spread my cheeks, and begin probing my ass with his tongue. I moaned into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began exploring the inside of my own mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed the bliss to envelop me. I sensed Dirk moving around behind me and shortly after felt his two warm hands gently grip my shoulder and begin to massage my upper back. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. We must have been quick a pile of man-flesh there in the middle of my bedroom. Everyone seemed to be doing their part to hold me upright as each worked a part of my body; I was in heaven. I felt Drew pull his tongue away from my ass and he shifted himself around and swallowed Dirk whole, sloppily deep-throating him and coating his cock with his saliva. After a few minutes of this, I hear him stop and sensed him shift out of the way as Dirk came up behind me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. He gave a few short mini-thrusts, and his head popped in on the fourth thrust. Drew's tongue had done excellent work opening me up. Dirk slowly sank himself fully into me and came to a halt pressed up against me. I could feel his ribs against my back, but only for a moment as he slowly withdrew and slid in again. He repeated this a few times before I felt him slam into me several times in rapid succession and roar in my ear as his warmth spread deep into my bowls. "Fuck that was nice, I needed to release that one," he muttered as he slowly softened and begin to pull his cock from my ass. "Plenty more where that came from, gotta make sure the job gets done." Drew chuckled and I felt him slide in behind me, and start fingering my hole. His finger kept moving deep into my hole, and I felt it begin to twist around inside. It felt a little rough, but Ryan had my lips locked and I couldn't say anything. For a minute or so Drew continued probing my hole with his thin finger, until he pulled out with a curious feel. He rose to his feet and stepped behind me and slowly began to press his precum-smothered head to my anal opening. He decided not to go slow, and as I felt the tip of his arrowhead part my lips he slammed forward and hilted himself balls-deep. I cried out into Ryan's mouth and my eyes teared up; his entry had been the most painful I'd experienced. Much like this morning's first fuck, he brutally pounded me from behind as I heard Dirk softly egg him on. "Yeah, work that seed in there. Really fuck him and load him deep, ruin that hole so it's never quite the same." I began to feel a little uneasy, but just then Ryan reached around and hugged me tight and for some reason I relaxed, despite the pistoning of Drew behind me. Having already cum twice today, it took him about 20 minutes to finally reach orgasm, and as he swelled and exploded deep in my ass, my hole felt like it was on fire. I realized he only cared about fucking me, and really nothing else, and a part of me felt sad at this fact. He held himself still, once again cursing at how much it hurt to cum, and after I felt his cock begin to ease its spasms, he went back to work slamming my ass for all it was worth. My hole had become loose and sloppy, I could hear the sloshing as Drew slammed around in there. His fourth load was forever in cumming, and after nearly a half-hour, he swelled inside me and pushed as deep as ever and rockets a few more ropes of his cum into my second hole. This time he held himself deep, shuddering and moaning, until he gradually softened and his cock fell out. He dropped to his knees and I felt him again slide his longest finger up inside me, twisting it around as deeply as he could. How I could still feel anything inside my hole was beyond me. After a couple minutes of work, my ass hurt in so many ways, and still I knew Ryan had not yet cum. His dick had been pinched between us and had softened somewhat, but as I felt it begin to achieve full bloat I knew I still had another several loads to take. He broke our kiss as my lips felt chapped from the constant workout, and he looked at me with a surprisingly tender glance and using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He took my right hand and led me to the bed where he had me lay on my back and slowly pushed my legs up to my chest. His mushroom head found my hold and met no resistance; he slid balls deep. Drew and Dirk both joined us on the bed, as I felt a shiver run through my body. Both placed their hands on the back of each thigh closest to them and began gently kneading those muscles as Ryan began to withdraw and slide back in. His giant head always acted as a plunger, and this time was no different as his thrusts pushed Dirk's and Drew's loads deeper into me. He established a gentle rhythm, working my hole over in a way that I knew he understood how much I was hurting at the moment, but also in a way he could bring himself across the finish line as well. It didn't take him long, and after just a few short minutes his breath got ragged and his head swelled a bit painfully that deep in my ass and with one finally thrust I felt him break deep into my colon before loading me with one of his cum enemas. He held himself deep inside me, a bit uncomfortably so as I felt my abdomen begin to fill. After a couple minutes the feeling subsided and he returned to his gentle in-and-out. I noticed to my left Dirk was stroking himself back to full mast, and for the first time I felt a little repulsed by his look. He looked almost sickly, and I shivered again thinking I had allowed him to cum in me. Ryan needed a bit of time to work up to his second load, and after about 20 minutes he deposited another enema deep inside me. My bowels felt like they were swollen, as if someone had pissed inside me, and yet I apparently wasn't done. Ryan got a determined look on his face and suddenly began a rapid and almost Drew-like brutal thrusting deep into my hole. I could feel the cum sloshing around inside me from the suction, and I glanced down and noticed a bump moving around where my own slight definition of abs were located. I realized I was seeing Ryan's cock head pushing against my inner abdomen and I tensed up in a moment of panic. It took him 15 minutes of tearing my ass up to deposit a third and final load from him. He closed his eyes, avoiding meeting mine, and he sighed and with a slight grin withdrew his cock from my hole. It was streaked red with blood. I knew real damage had occurred inside my hole, and seeing his cock looking like that made me question everything we had done over the last two weeks or so. Dirk shifted himself between my legs with his now-again solid boner, and this sickly-looking man slide into my ass with barely any resistance. Covered in his purple bruises and skinny as he was, I closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCCKK..." He hilted and came. He held himself in place as he spasmed, and I opened my eyes to find him staring into them. I felt cold, my body began to shiver. "You really have a great ass man. Ruined now, but amazing to have been inside it," he said as he shuddered, releasing his last drops of cum into me. Well maybe if you guys had gone a bit gentler, it wouldn't be so sloppy and ruined I thought. Dirk laughed first, and Ryan and Drew started almost immediately after him. "Kid, you really don't know how much we enjoyed that," he said chuckling. "But you probably need to get some rest now, you're looking a bit rough for the wear." I was feeling pretty exhausted, and my throat was dry. They dressed quickly and I walked them to the door, a stream of cum beginning to slide down my legs as I brought up the rear; my hole was unable to fully close, nor contain all the cum that had been deposited beyond its gates. I closed the door and made for the shower. The hot water felt good and I grabbed my largest butt plug and worked it in, stemming the flow of seed. I noticed the cum on the shower floor was pink, and as it flowed into the drain I knew my hole had been absolutely wrecked. I toweled off and slipped into bed. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I was going to go for a run the next morning. I needed to get out and do something other than just offer up my ass. Yet as I drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking of Dirk and how rough he had looked. I needed to perhaps be a bit more selective of the guys I let fuck me, and I entered my dreams deciding I would take more care in the future.

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

I was a late bloomer, with my first gay sexual experience being sucked off at an adult bookstore booth when I was 17. Then, I kept going back, of course. It was at the bookstore that I read about the existence of bathhouses. I headed for the nearest bathhouse and I’ve been hooked ever since. They are safe places tomorrow have sex with a variety of men, which is why it’s sad to see them dying. Younger generations who rely on apps have no idea how much more fun bathhouses can be. I stayed in the closet a while, so bathhouses were my only sexual outlet. I learned so much watching and experiencing. It the first place I fucked someone, got my ass eaten out, tried poppers, fisted guys, dildoed guys, had group sessions, learned to enjoy bottoming, glory hole sucking, had my ass played with (expertly by my college English professor—but he didn’t recognize me). I’d also gotten the chance to watch so many guys having sex—fun and educational! My motto has always been that I would try anything sexually twice to see if I liked it, and bathhouses help me try many. What did you first try or see at a bathhouse?

“I don’t feel anything!” start medium with me. But you quickly can accelerate to hard. Very hard. Work my tits and I will flop all over the bed, frienzied with ecstasy. It’s about the hardest my dick will get. And I can come without touching myself. I don’t mind scabs on my nipples the following days. And I want to feel my nipples rub against the inside of my heavily starched dress shirts. I’ve been like that since I was a teen. Many years ago, somewhat jokingly, Friends gave me a set of jumper cables for Christmas. 🥰

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

Just a heads up so far, counting is still going to be going on until Wednesday so I have a chance to get each story written, and each story is now fully planned out. Anyone who commented on the previous thread is welcome to repos their choices here, and I will update the choices. I was able to recover the emails saying their choices, and added them to the mix. Make sure you are putting your top choice first, as this does have a higher point count. Anyone posting a single choice will have all points counting towards that choice. So far, everything is pretty close. Thanks for the comments and look forward to the stories soon. (Each will be posted separately, and there will be a completely new set of choices at the end of the second one on the next round of voting). Also, don't be discouraged if your choice isn't picked, as I may end up recycling some choices farther out. ALSO: There is going to be a new story I am working on as a collab with someone on here, so that will also be worked on in the background (going to be a really busy summer for me lol) so keep an eye out for that.

On the beach, with people around. We were kinda out of view a bit with some driftwood in front of us. He’d pulled down his board shorts and laid back on a towel and I went to work deep throating him right there. I’m sure folks on the bluff above could see. Didn’t matter, I was just focused on sucking cock and swallowing some cum.

Was set up behind a closed McDonalds Place were trucks park at night. Can usually get a few guys pull up and it mostly oral. I was leaning against the car when I felt someone lean against me and push his hips intro my ass. I kind of just stood there. I could feel him moving around then I felt his hand on my short and he pulled them down to my knees, I heard him spit a few times and he moved closer pushed me against the car and guided what felt like a respectable 7.5-8”. He slid In slow and stead, was a bit uncomfortable ., he then started to go to town. Ounces me for about 5 min, I I could tell he was about to cum. I felt him twitch and heard him grunt and suddenly my as was real slippery. He reached into car and grabbed on of the towels and walked off. probably one of the drug dealers in the area, but he sure knew what was going on and he took advantage of it. as he walked off I got back in car and headed out of there.

I was taken to another room that had what looked like a rubber coated floor, and leather padding and mirrors on the walls, a mirror on the ceiling and sling right in the middle. There were about 12 guys there, dressed in anything from full Daddy leather to head to toe rubber with a gas mask, jockstraps or completely naked. All of them, slowly stroking their cocks and looking at me with lust and hunger in their eyes. These are men from our Community Contributors. Our affiliate Doctors refer these recently diagnosed men with high viral loads to us to be part of our "seeding program" that you'll now be experiencing. All the hot men gathered around me and lifted me into the sling, securing my arms and legs. They started massaging my arms, chest, forcing their fingers into my mouth, massaging and fingering my hole. Then they started slapping their cocks against my face and damn, there was so much pre-cum dripping from their cocks it soaked my face. I greedily licked every cock, savoring the sweet, salty taste. The leather Daddy positioned himself between my legs and rubbed his cockhead against my hole. Boy, I caught my bug when I was down in Brazil at a bathhouse a few weeks ago. And most of the men here got their bug in other countries too. We’re gonna give you so many strains tonight that at least one or more is going to catch. His cock wasn’t that long, but damn he was thick. He slowly pushed inside me, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. Staring into my eyes, he began slowly pumping, grinding, rotating his hips at every angle. I could feel the heat from his body, his nipples looked so hard as he tweaked them with one hand. He started speeding up, telling me now boy, start squeezing your hole, Daddy’s gonna cum soon! He started squeezing both his nipples and then groaned and pushed deep inside me. Stop boy, let your hole become loose, stay still, stay still. He was gasping and sweating with a glazed look in his eyes. Now slowly tighten up, yeah that it, shit, I’m cumming again! I slowly milked his thick cock with my ass, trying to squeeze out every drop. He slowly pulled out and I could hear the cum splashing onto the black rubber floor. He bent over and scooped up the cum and fed it to my mouth. Ok gents, he’s nice and wet. What strain of bug do we have for him next?

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

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

I've got a 0g PA but I like to go with a shorter interior diameter so it "hugs" the head of my cock a bit more closely than PAs with a larger interior diameter. I wear a tribal ring PA, so unless I have my screwdriver, it's not coming out 😈. I've been lucky and haven't had any UTIs, but I've had a few times where my PA did come out dirtier than desired.

It is amazing when you have sperm up your hole how much you need more. Every evening after the Bathhouse pozzing I dreamt of being made pregnant again. I had lost all control. I constantly thought about the Poz cum up my ass. I was terrified it would take. I was terrified it wouldn’t. On the second week I waited for the fuck flu like a woman waits to miss her period. I was going to be pregnant. The fear, the stress. 2 weeks exactly ,nothing. I wandered the roads angry and stressed and then I found myself walking to the Bathhouse again. My heart beat faster as I walked in the door. The guy who let me in and pozzed me last time was not there. Someone looking bored hardly looked at me while I paid and handed me a towel. This was a mistake. What the fuck was I doing .? But I kept walking forward. As I walked to the locker room there was small refreshment area and tv screen, that you passed. I walked through quickly only to hear someone loudly whisper to someone “ There is the Poz chaser from a couple of weeks ago. That slut took so much Poz cum it was dripping out his ass. Well and truly converted. Pregnant slut !” I nearly fell over. I blushed to my roots, both ashamed and proud. “ I wonder if he is going to charge up that hot bug chaser in the Steamroom .” My dick went stiff. Then I realised that was the dupe. There was no hot young guy. This just the ruse to get people in. It worked. Here I was, bugchasing poz slut. Outside the Steamroom I smiled to myself, 7 towels. Those Gift givers hadn’t worked out there was no young slut waiting to be fucked Poz. Hopefully I could be helped on my journey. I took off my towel and walked in. What greeted me when I walked in the steam room was completely different from 2 weeks before . There was the heat. But in front of me were lots of shadows all near each other. But it was the noise that overwhelmed me. “Infect him”. “ Poz him” “Charge him with the virus “ “ Make him part of the brotherhood” “I can feel the last of his Neg juices” I walked towards the noise. At first no one noticed me. I could see what looked like a young 20ish guy bent over bench. He was being fucked hard. There was no spot where someone was not near. His ass was being barebacked by an older guy with thin legs and hardly any ass. “ I am going to charge you full of Poz cum ,slut “ he yelled. Then suddenly he pushed forward and held himself there. “ Fuck my babies are in you.” He was hardly out of the young guy before he was replaced by another. I noticed this was the guy who had let me in 2 weeks before. I became erect The guy who had let me in 2 weeks before , must have heard my panting behind him, as he slightly turned around. He smiled broadly. “ Fuck I am cumming .... take that infected Poz cum “and he pushed himself onto the young guy. He took his time standing there over the young man. As he pulled his dick out he loudly said “ The guy behind me was made pregnant by me .and many others a couple of weeks ago. This infected slut is the next guy to Poz the slut beneath me. He went closer to young slut and said “ The slut that is going to infect you is a newbie and probably a bottom. You are going to be charged with his newly infected babies” I was slightly shocked. I was mainly a bottom and though I had fucked some guys , and liked it, I always felt abit insecure but now I positioned myself behind this younger version of myself. This bug chaser who was doing exactly as I had 2 weeks before. I slipped into him. I will say that again. I slipped into the chasing slut. I can’t describe how wet and warm he felt. He was sloppy but tight . I pushed further in ,I was in heaven . I had thought the young slut was not saying much, while he was being charged up, but now I could hear moaning, intermittently with words I could just hear “ Poz .. me ... Please. ..... make me yours “My pace picked up.i could hear the voices around me. “ Poz him, infect him Harder Harder. “ I could feel cum hit my leg as I fucked this slut. Then I felt a hand against my ass. I saw a shape behind me “ Fuck I am a Poz pig slut and I am going to charge a newly infected bitch”Without a moment hesitation he grabbed my ass and drove his hard fat dick into me. I groaned . I was impaled I was in another world. I pushed harder into the young slut. He was more than moaning now. He was almost pleading.” Poz .....infect ...Po.. “it was too much. I felt myself sink into the wet juicy Poz Pussy and start to pump my slut full of my babies. I managed to yell “ Poz “ as I unloaded. Just then I felt the Poz pig push into me . “ Your fucking pregnant” he yelled and pushed into me. I was smiling. I was laughing. I was full of Poz cum and had just made a young slut pregnant. I moved away. Someone took my place it continued. I walked out of the Steamroom. As I walked to the showers,I was not full of shame. I was happy. I felt complete. I started smiling. I still had cum going down my leg. Now I was me. I walked up the stairs and the door. 2 weeks later I received a call . “ Hello “ the voice stuttered. “ Hello” I said .” I am the guy you fucked 2 weeks ago” he said” “ I am sorry to call you but I was told by the guy at the Bathhouse you would be the right person to speak too”. I was silent” I am pregnant” he said. “ So am I “ I replied . There was silence. “ Do you want to meet? “ he said “Yes” I said “At the steamroom in the Bathhouse where we became pregnant. “

I live in what would otherwise be a quite town except for the fact that it's home to a decent size and well known university. It's the kind of place where, if it weren't for the college, gay life would be very lonely. Fortunately for me the college means a steady stream of horny young guys, many of whom are exploring gay sex for the first time. For a guy like me, who likes nothing better than depositing a load of poz cum in the ass of some unsuspecting innocent little twink, it's heaven. I thought the group might be interested in a few of my favorite stories of boys that I've converted to the poz brotherhood. One of my favorite pozzings was also probably the least likely. You see this guy had been doing a study in one of his classes and noticed that the HIV infection rate in the town was a little higher than the norm for the state, which was odd, given how 'quaint' our little town was. Hmm. I wonder why. Anyway our do gooder, (let's call him Jason), started an education campaign reminding the community to always practice safe sex. Needless to say, as a bareback-only-kind-of-guy, I found this was putting a major dent in my sex life as suddenly all the little twinky boys on Craig's List were demanding safe sex only. Then one night I meet Jason at a bar and luckily for me he was alone having a quiet mid-week night out, and since he didn't have class the next day, he was giving himself a treat. When I realized who I'd sat down next to, and also noticed that he was pretty darn cute, (5'11 165 red hair, and in good shape), I started buying him drinks. I wasn't overtly coming on to him just being friendly and after we'd been talking a bit I learned he was straight and more than a little 'frustrated', shall we say, being between girl friends. Having got him more than a little tipsy I offered him a ride home. While in the car I was quite sympathetic with his little problem (i.e., the lack of sex) and when I thought the moment was right, I slid my hand up his thigh and give his package a squeeze. He was surprised but too drunk to get angry, responding only by saying "Hey man, I'm not like that." Whereupon I countered "I know bro, but a blow job is a blow job, and I know you need one. I know you need it bad. Does it really matter who takes care of you?" I knew I had him when he didn't immediately argue but rather started thinking about the truth of what I'd just told him. I reached over again and squeezed his now hardening cock, telling him how good would feel. "Dude, you gotta promise its our secret ok?" he said. "No problem. We'll go to my house and no one will know I've taken care of you." I got him home and guided him back to my bedroom, telling him to take off his shirt and that I would handle the rest. He did so, and I quickly started undressing him, feeling his cock up the entire time, making sure he stayed horny. I got his shoes and socks off, then his pants, and finally his boxer briefs which already sported a nice pre-cum stain on them. I started slowly working his rock hard, seven inch cock with my tongue, taking it deep down my throat. Soon he was in heaven, his smooth skinny body twisting and writhing as I gave him the kind of blow job he had only dreamed of. All the while I was working on him, I was also stripping off my own clothing, getting myself ready for phase two, which began when I slid a finger, nice and slick with my pre-cum, into his virgin pussy. At this stage he was past caring what was going on, so long as it felt really good. And man, had he found something he that he liked. As I worked my finger around his ass I watched his reaction, and found myself wondering if this self-proclaimed straight boy had a secret gay side. I came off his cock and pushed his legs up, driving my tongue inside his hole. I was not surprised when his reaction to my rim job was to moan loudly and his entire body to shudder with pleasure. I work my tongue deep into his hole, opening up his ass, all the while slowly stroking his cock. I pulled back and looked at him asking "Like this, Jason?" "Fuck yeah, man!" he replied, his speech still slurred by alcohol. I got my lube and start working it up his ass with my fingers loosening him up. I know part of him is confused and thinking this has gone too far but the other part is loving how it feels and doesn't care how its happening. I lube my cock and get atop him spreading his legs wide exposing his virgin fuck hole. He sees my hard cock and suddenly grasps what's comign next but its alreadry too late. "wait man no..I'm not..no...." he whimpers as my cock head finds his hole. Ignoring his cries I lean into him pushing my 8" death stick slowly into his virgin ass. "Owww fuck noo it hurts owwww..." He's whimpering as I pop his cherry but soon my cock head is massaging his prostrate and he's back in heaven again. I'm fucking him slowly at first but with building intensity. Talking to him, telling him what a good little faggot boy he is and ordering him to beg for my cock. He complies of course too engrossed in the pleasure to think of anything else begging me to fuck him harder which I do. I feel the load building in my balls and my excitment grows knowing that I'll soon be infecting his young ass. "Yeah boy I'm gonna cum inside you...you ready for my cum?? ready for my hot load up your faggot ass?" "Yeah man fuck uhhh uhhhh yeah..give it to me" he moans. I drive my cock in deep and my toxic load explodes deep inside him as my poison cock fills his boy ass with poz seed. I stay inside him fucking it into him watching his cock twitching as the pressure on his prostrate causes it to fire off its last neg load. I pull out and order him to suck my cock clean which he does making sure that every ounce of poz cum ends up inside him. I had him sleep in my bed that night where I fucked another load into him but the best was in the morning when he woke up sober. He finds himself naked in bed with another dude and his ass sore. What he'd though was a dream he quickly realizes wasn't. I pull him too me and slide my cock up inside his ass which I'd conviently lubed again just before he woke. "No man nooooooo" he whimpers as I start fucking him. "you want me to stop fucking you boy huh?" I ask as my cock head hits his prostrate again. All I get back is a whimper of pleasure that tells me he's hooked on cock. Then "wait are you wearing a condom?" he asks quitely. Nope I only fuck raw I tell him as I continue to pump his ass. He's shaking now partly from fear but also from the pleasure of being fucked. "Are you neg?" he asks so quitely I almost miss it. "I'm afraid not boy" I reply "you want me to stop fucking you..?" Silence......."huh boy you want me to stop?"......."You want my poz dick out of your lil faggot ass?".......Or do you want another load of my poz cum in there?"......Hearing nothing I whisper in his ear "your addicted to cock up your ass aren't you boy huh?" "yes" he whimpers back which makes me so fucking horny I start pumping him hard and deep. "Beg for my poz load boy" I order him and "tell daddy to poz your boy pussy" and as we near climax he cries out "yes daddy give me your poz cum yes!!" which drives me over the edge and I give him his third load of toxic jizz. In one night a promising young straight boy and been converted into a poz lil pussy boy and he started taking a lot of loads where ever he could find them after that. Of course his be safe campaign died and that enabled me to get back to by normal routine of filling young college ass with tmy toxic seed.

Either the downtown or E Palm Canyon Motel 6, or I like the Travelodge on E Palm Canyon as well. Club 541 is a must if you like no hassle fucking. There is also a cruising area along the creek SE of the footbridge not far from Club 541 and the Toolshed bar where you can almost always find guys to fuck late nights and early AM. If you stay in one of the motels on E Palm Canyon you can usually get another load or 2 there on the walk back to your room after Club 541 closes.

Motel cumdump activities.

A few weeks back I bred this cute young skinny shirtless blonde guy out on the trail near me and we’d swapped digits after. He’s texted me pretty regular to hook up and I finally got to take his loads too. He’s admitted he gets overexcited getting fucked and cums too quickly so I’ve learned to have him breed me first. He messaged me this morning saying to meet me on the trail as he couldn’t host but wanted it. We started out kissing and stroking each other’s cocks and he begged me to fuck him, was very verbal about how bad he wanted it. I really wanted his load bad, but slid his shorts down, turned his ass to me and did the spit and stick in his hole raw. His ass had already been loaded and I slid in with ease. “You already been fucked?” I asked. He admitted another guy on the trail had bred him and pumped two loads in him. I love that he’s turning into a dirty little slut taking anon loads on the trail no questions. I asked if he’d swapped digits with the guy and what he looked like. He said he did and that it was a redheaded guy on a bike in his 20s. I know the guy and I’ve swapped loads with him. “Yeah, bet you loved taking his loads didn’t you?” The kid was moaning saying that he did, that he begged for his cum. “Bet you’re gonna take him again like you did me, aren’t?” The kid was enthusiastic saying the redhead had a nice big cock and knew how to fuck. “Bet you’re taking a lot of loads aren’t you?” He admitted he was and pretty much spent most of the day hooking up with guys. “Guessing you’re going to find another guy after me to add his load too aren’t you?” The kid was now panting say he planned too and let out a loud groan and I could feel his hole clench around my cock. It felt amazing and I bust my load deep in his guts, adding mine to the redhead’s sperm, all swimming around now in the kid’s ass. I pulled out and was again amazed at the load he spurted. As much as I wanted that in me I knew I’d get it again sometime this week and it’s hot to know he’s getting bred by other guys too. I rinsed my dick off in the water fountain and could see he was checking messages on Sniffies, so clearly he was serious about taking more loads. He said he’d text me again and headed off on the trail on his phone.

Hi! I'm Tom (Tomas), I'm half Spanish and Albanian but I was born and live in Italy. Usually living near Venice apart from spending weekends in Milan or visiting relatives in Spain. I'm here because I started having fun with guys and I am really obsessed with this thing of BB sex and cum. I play soccer ⚽ By the way, I'm almost 19.

When I was a teen (my cousin is 3 years older) made me give him some blowjobs when I stayed at his place. We were in the same school and, as he was a tall sport guy (boxing) and family, he was the only one I told about the bullying I was enduring. I think I was looking for some shelter or protection and, as we had this "connection" (he even did fuck me 2 or 3 times), I naively thought he would make it stop. He never did anything except becoming friends with on of my bullies. I ve always admired the strong and successful men he became. Years later, as I was with my first boyfriend, at a family party, he tricked us both, me and my boyfriend, into wanting to give him a two head blowjob. He was still single at the time but dating the girl he since then married. Everything started because we had a discussion about the difference between straight and gay couples. He stated gays were not faithful and we stated we were and that there were no difference between gays and straight when it come to being faithful. When we were about to blow him (we had all drank too much) he stopped it saying he had his point and that gays would do anything for dick. When I finished with that boyfriend, he joked about the shame of not having let us blow him that night as he liked my ex and now he was gone and he d have no more occasion to. Now he s married with children and he a fucking sexy dad. He confessed to me once that he sometimes gets head from gays, but very rarely. He cheats on his wife with another woman, too. Last year, I got fucked and abused by another younger cousin which I found on a dating app. Straight but fucks gays for money. I paid. I told this story here in another forum.

I walk around to see where to see what's available and where the horniest action may be

Nothing wrong with being greedy😀🤪

Started with a small 1.25in wide and worked up to 3in wide..... Start small and deep if you can - deep is where the fun begins.......

Well, now you know why so many of us that want to ditch Old Man Winter move to Ft. Lauderdale. It's not always like P.W. of course, but just think of P.W. on a smaller scale - every weekend* *weekends tend to start early here - like Thursdays, for instance ... but there's always pigsex being celebrated around here.

Sounding with actual sounds - that is items made of steel intended as medical instruments for the purpose of urethral insertion - bears little risk of causing bleeding through abrasion, tearing or puncture, as the surface is extremely smooth. You can do it, nevertheless, if you misuse them, applying them at an angle, too quickly, or with too much force. If sanitary protocols are not rigorous, it is very easy to introduce bacteria into the urethra even with genuine sounds. Using any other rigid object stands the risk of damage to the urethral wall, which is extremely delicate. Rough, rapid, or forceful sounding is not recommended. A little bleeding may occur if there is some scratch or abrasion, as may occur if sounds are cheaply made and not absolutely smooth. You may also feel burning when you urinate. In my experience this generally resolves overnight. You should not, however, be peeing clotted blood, torn tissue, pus, or anything other than red blood, and it should not continue bleeding. If it does, that suggests significant damage and/or a urinary tract infection. A UTI is not going to resolve on its own, and will require medical care. Before you sound again (if you ever do after this) be sure to read up on all the do’s and don’ts - you really need to know what you’re doing to sound safely.

Sucked a few guys at the urinal at Eagle Bar in Manchester while my mates were back at the table. That was a fun night.

7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."

Part 12 - The Jamal Effect Jamal turned out to be a tower of strength for Conrad over the days that followed. For March the weather was unusually warm and almost skipping spring and straight in to summer, spending the days out in the gardens working and hiding from Simon when he came out to check on them. Neither of them spoke about that Friday night afraid of what the other would think, or just pure embarrassment and a subject best left along. Jamal now thinking he was totally gay after giving up his arse, he had only done it the once in school just before leaving after attending the end of term party. Letting Conrad fuck him that night had really left him quandary, yes he sort of fancied Conrad in a way but loved how close their friendship was beginning to evolve, god knows he needed a close friend in this out of the way place. Conrad had a veil of guilt shadowing him and kept a close eye on Jamal for any sign of him falling sick, he felt some relief with each day that Jamal acted quite normally. Conrad had no way of knowing that Jamal asked Simon about the tablet bottle that Conrad had on him that Saturday morning, it was only after his persistence that Simon said he would not need to be concerned unless he had sex with Conrad. After a long conversation Simon handed Jamal a bottle of tablets he kept and told him to start taking them immediately. He never blamed Conrad but it struck home how dangerous his own actions had been getting them both high. The headache and nausea he suffered the first few days were depressing until they started easing off with his body adjusting to the potent chemicals in his blood stream. Sitting close to each other in the greenhouse it dawned on Conrad that he didn't actually know how old Jamal was, he naturally assumed from his looks he had just turned 20 and was shocked when he finally found out he was in fact 23. He loved teaching Jamal about horticulture using many of the same teachings he learnt from Jack when he started out. Often Jamal would sit there and sneakily glance at Conrad and smile, frequently he thought that moving here may not be that bad after all. The time they spent together made Jamal love him so much as a friend. When Jamal wasn't watching Conrad he would glance looking at Jamal and the fading bruise on his face that still sent a shiver up his spine, it served as a reminder that he wanted to forget. He was spurred on by the interest Jamal was showing starting to show in horticulture, the promise to show him how to take acid tests in the soil around the garden ended in one massive dirt fight with Felix having to come down and intervene. Both Conrad and Jamal stood in fits of laughter their faces and hair caked in mud, Felix giving them a good telling off finding it funny he tried not to show it, instead marching them up to the house to clean using the shower off the utility room. Beth walked in with two bathrobes and stood looking at them shaking her head, their clothes we through and dirty their hair and faces covered in mud, she had never seen such a sight. "Just make sure you clean the shower when you have finished" Beth said putting the robes down. Conrad chuckled "We will, sorry Beth" he replied as she stood there "we can manage now". Beth smiled "Clothes, take them off and I will put them in the wash" she said holding her hand out. They stripped down to their underwear "For god's sake you think I haven't seen cock before" Beth said. Covering their modesty they handed over the underwear "I will make you coffee" she said closing the door. Jamal chuckled and pushed Conrad in to the shower "You go first I will wait" he said. Conrad turned and grabbed Jamal pulling him "Don't want to waste water" he replied laughing. Jamal tired to hide his growing erection "What do you think you are doing?" he asked embarrassingly. "Showering" Conrad replied turning on the water "you got me in to this mess" he laughed. Jamal was almost afraid to touch him after the events with Joshua, his cock was thinking along different line and he didn't know how Conrad would react if he tried to fuck him. He couldn't contain the erection with his hand anymore thinking back to that Friday night in the bushes wondering if Conrad even remembered anything since neither of them spoke about it. What made things worse was Jamal actually enjoyed having sex with him, he wanted so much to feel his body. He remembered the feeling in his body from touching Conrad that night, like a sense of pure freedom and naturalness engulfed him. He tried to hold tight and not give in to temptation. "I cant' shower with you" Jamal finally said "I mean I want to but this isn't right". Conrad turned seeing his cock standing fully erect then looking him in the eye "What is that?". Jamal put his hand over his cock "Crazy isn't it" he simply said "that night I took advantage of you". "Right" Conrad replied going quiet for a second "I don't want to ruin what we have". Jamal nodded and watched Conrad pick a clump of mud out of his hair "Get cleaned up" Conrad said. They showered bumping in to each other frequently and giggling trying to get under the water, washing each others back and hair to make sure all the mud was off. Conrad now covering his modesty getting erect from Jamal's hands touching his body softly. Jamal unaware of the soft moans he was making glanced down at Conrad's arse cheek noticing just a faint red mark now where Joshua had struck him aggressively with the belt. Not one to be emotional he couldn't stop his eyes welling up and feeling so sorry for Conrad and what he had been through. Jamal had never made real friends just associates, now though he loved being around Conrad, he liked the closeness they now seemed to share. Jamal wrapped his arms around Conrad unable to fight off that little bit of pity and sorrow he felt for him. Conrad stood still feeling the arms holding him the firmness of the Jamal's cock pressed against his left arse cheek, he slowly leaned his head back against Jamal's neck and shoulder. It was a hold of comfort and healing touch assuring him he was not alone. Like a magical touch that pulled all the badness Joshua had done flowed out, clearing his head freeing him from turmoil he finally broke. Wanting to fall to his knees and sob hard but the arms held him closer, his body slowly releasing oxytocin in to his blood stream. The endorphin rushing around with every sob easing the physical and emotional pain sending his body in to a numb state. Jamal could feel every sob passing from Conrad in to his own body, the soul destroying sobs getting inside him and shedding tears of his own in sadness for him. Simon sat in his office switching through the security cameras sitting up in his chair seeing the scene in the utility shower room. He was about to go running before realising that Jamal seemed to have everything under control. He called to Felix and told Beth and him not to go in to the shower room until they came out. Simon turned the camera off leaving them with some privacy. The oxytocin moved through his body with more of the chemical being released and filling him with a sense of calm. Conrad's hands went up holding on to Jamal's arms, his body slowly easing with the sobs. Jamal held on to him and Conrad reached over and turned the shower off feeling the arms releasing around his body. Conrad said nothing and reached for a towels passing one to Jamal, he stepped out of the shower drying his face and hair watching Conrad rubbing his face and seeing his red eyes. Jamal held out his hand and helped Conrad out of the shower standing face to face he put his arms around Conrad's wet body and hugged him. Conrad smiled "You still got a hardon" he said. "Can't help it" Jamal replied stroking his back "you feel better?" he asked. Conrad nodded "Yes" he quietly replied "I needed this so much Jam, thank you for being here. It means so much to me". Jamal kissed his head "How you haven't exploded by now I don't know" he said hugging him. Conrad moved his head and looked at Jamal "Thank you" he said looking him in the eye. Jamal stared back drawing closer to Conrad he kissed him in the lips "My oik" he chuckled. Conrad kissed him on the lips back and pulled away "You haven't called me that for ages" he exclaimed. Jamal chuckled with his hand absent minded stroking Conrad's face, the friendship momentarily forgotten about. Their mouths crashing against each other kissing madly, knees buckling falling to the tiled floor clutching at each other. Conrad thinking he was going to fuck Jamal again soon found himself on his stomach against the cool tiles with Jamal on top of him kissing his back inching lower down and slipping his tongue between his arse cheeks dribbling saliva over Conrad's hole. His kisses moving up along his back then over his shoulders and neck finally finding Conrad's mouth and simultaneously moving his cock in to position and pushing gently, teasing and waiting for the hole to give. Lips locked together Jamal pushed his tongue deep in to Conrad's mouth stimulating him and teasing the muscles around his hole allowing Jamal's cock to penetrate him slowly. Deeper it sank inside and Conrad grabbed on to Jamal's arms, his hands wriggling up to the wrists then finally closing around Jamal's hands holding them tightly. The tender and slowness of his hips moving over Conrad's arse giving a pleasure neither had felt before. A force at work keeping their mouths together which had a calming effect over Conrad relaxing his body. Jamal was already close to orgasm having sustained an erection for nearly twenty minutes in the shower and now inside Conrad, he tried to retain composure moving as slow as he could, the arse lovingly holding his cock wanting more. Despite Jamal's fight to contain his cock, his hips increased in velocity slowly and Jamal couldn't even get to full on fucking before clenching his arse tight feeling the power of his seed moving. Breaking the kiss his hands tightening against Conrad's he groaned and moaned, his body shuddering feeling his cum spurting out from his cock. Conrad's arse pushed up off the tiled floor, raising his head in to the nook of Jamal's neck. The sensation of Jamal's orgasm travelled in to his own body, desperately wanting to rub his load out from his aching balls then residing to having to wait and left Jamal enjoy his moment. Their hands held firmly resting his body back on the cool tiles, Jamal's arse still clenching down and grinding his cock, slowly petering out until he stopped moving. Jamal coming back to his senses having blown his load released Conrad's hands "God I'm sorry" he said. Conrad turned his head and kissed him "Don't make a habit of it" he said smiling. Jamal smirked "You are turning me gay" he said slowly pulling his cock out. Conrad sat up "You mean your not gay?" he asked looking at him weirdly. Jamal sat down leaning against the wall "No, well I wasn't" he replied "it looks like for you I am" he chuckled. Conrad grabbed the towel and wiped his damp face "You need to stop smoking weed" he laughed. Jamal nodded "I know" he replied "got me in to all sorts of trouble in the bushes" he said. Conrad stood up "Oh, you remember?" he asked. Jamal stood up "You gave me a sore arse" he said "fuck knows how you got me to take it". "Oh" Conrad replied feeling extremely embarrassed "you were not making much sense and stoned" he said. Jamal looked at him "As long as you don't feel guilty about what you did" he exclaimed looking away. Conrad shuffled uncomfortably "I didn't mean to but the weed and all" he tried to explain. Jamal kissed him "I know, figured you didn't mean to but it's done" he replied. "Are we talking about the same thing?" Conrad nervously asked stepping back a little. Jamal nodded "I saw the tablets in your pocket Saturday, Simon explained what they were for" he said. "Oh fuck Jamal" Conrad said sitting on the floor leaning against the wall holding his knees. Jamal sat next to him "Simon gave me some blue tablets to take for a few weeks said it might stop it". "I never meant to do it" Conrad said looking even more upset. Jamal smiled and put his arm around him "I know" he confirmed "you still are my friend right?". Conrad looked at him and smiled "I suppose I have to be now". Jamal French kissed him for several minutes "Better stop or I will do you again" he said teasing him. Conrad stood up "So much for not being gay then" he chuckled putting on a robe. Jamal put his robe on "Oh I don't know, you have become a weakness in my armour" he winked. Conrad was about to the open the door then turned to Jamal "You won't go all crazy on me will you?". Jamal chuckled "No, I love being your friend" he said pulling the door open "and fucking you. Well that is a nice bonus to have". Sitting down at the table and drinking coffee that Beth had made them, Simon casually walked in and saw an immediate change in Conrad. It was like having the young lad back all over again, no demons, no dark secrets, Conrad was just himself. Jamal still had a fading bruise on his face and it was evident that the two lads looked closer than ever. Jamal gave a knowing nod to Simon that confirmed Conrad and he had spoken about the Friday night episode. He sat down at the table and joined them for coffee whilst Beth put their clothes from the washing machine in to the dryer. She returned putting a bottle of cleaning fluid and two clothes on the table. "Oops" Conrad said giggling "sorry Beth we will do it in a minute" he said. Beth stood there hands on hips "You better or there will be no lunch for you both". Simon laughed "Then after lunch you can clean your muddy prints off the terrace as well" he said. Conrad put on his puppy eyes looking at Simon "No" Simon said "both of you will have to clean it up". Jamal shook his head at Conrad "Of course we will Simon" he said. Conrad made a face "Of course we will Simon" he mocked trying to put on Jamal's voice "creep". Simon laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair "You go and start cleaning" he said to Conrad. "Sit back down Jamal" Simon said after he stood to go and help Conrad "So he know?" he asked. "Yes" Jamal replied "he had a massive breakdown, not over that, I think it was Joshua and I mean a heart wrenching one Simon". Simon nodded "It was probably what he needed" he replied "and everything all right with you?". "Mostly" Jamal said "few days to get over the side effects. Do you think it worked?" he asked. "No telling just yet it takes a few weeks to know if your clear" Simon said patting his hand. Jamal nodded "I need to stop smoking weed" he admitted "and I'm sorry for getting Conrad high". Simon chuckled "Next time you might not be so lucky if you have dodged it this time" he said. There was a pause between them "You serious about this horticulture thing?" Simon asked. "Yeah, it is very interesting although never got around to the acid test this morning" Jamal replied smiling. Simon nodded "I wonder why..." he laughed "you want a job here helping Conrad?" he asked. Jamal looked over at him "I need someone to do maintenance things around the grounds as well" Simon added. "Sure" Jamal replied "if you stop strip searching me in mornings" he laughed. Simon grinned "Dam, best part of the day watching you strip down" he said bursting into laughter. "You can look but not touch" Jamal said grinning "thanks Simon, I would like to work here with Conrad". "Good" Simon replied "we can sort salary out later and I will back pay you a couple of weeks". Jamal looked over at Simon "Why are you doing this, I mean with the hiv thing and now a job?" he asked. Simon smiled "You protected Conrad and have been there for him. He would be lost without you". "Get a move on" Conrad shouted from the utility room "I didn't make all the mess". Jamal stood up "Better go help him clean up our mess" he said. Simon stood "Now your on the payroll yes you should" he said "have dinner with us tonight?" he asked Jamal. "Who me?" Jamal asked looking surprised, Simon nodded "cool yeah thanks" he replied darting off. Felix walked over "Soft stupid old man" he said to Simon chuckling "good move though, he is a solid rock for Conrad". Simon smiled "Jack would have been impressed with Jamal's action" he said fondly. Felix chuckled "I think Jack would have had him bent over in the greenhouse wrecking his arse all day" he said. "That as well" Simon said laughing "Jamal took quite a hammering protecting Conrad and that we should never forget". Beth stood over them watching them clean and pointing out anything they missed finding it amusing, she had also taken a big like to Conrad who brought much sparkle back to the manor since Jack. Happy with their work she left them to finish off cleaning the floor whilst she prepared their lunch, Beth had also offered to go to Conrad's house once a week to keep it clean. Simon smiled reading his message from Adam telling him he was coming down on Friday and would stay overnight with him before Conrad and he left for the villa in Sardinia. Conrad and Jamal appeared smelling like cleaning fluid and Beth fussed over them at lunch. Simon sat down on one of those rare occasions and had lunch with the lads. Clearing their plates quickly Conrad and Jamal hadn't realised how hungry they were and sat there satisfied chatting whilst Simon finished his lunch putting his fork down on the plate. "So Conrad" Simon said "Jamal is going to work with you around the gardens and grounds to help you out". Conrad nodded "Brilliant" he replied enthusiastically "I don't know how Jack managed on his own". Simon laughed "He didn't, he had you helping him all those years" he reminded him. "Oh yeah of course" Conrad chuckled "I want to go and see him" he said out of the blue. "Today?" Simon asked looking at him, Conrad nodded "Felix can take you" he said. Conrad looked at Jamal "I was hoping Jam might come with me" he said and Jamal nodded. "Of course" Simon replied "Felix will drive you both there". "We can walk it is not that far" Conrad protested. "No" Simon said abruptly "sorry, it is best if Felix goes with you" he said with adamant tone. "Felix is taking us Conrad" Jamal said putting an end to his argument. Simon stood up "Shall we go and find some flowers for him?" he suggested. Conrad stood up and hugged Simon "I know just the ones" he said putting his clean dry clothes on. They spent a few minutes picking some hibiscus flowers from the greenhouse and Felix brought the limousine round to the front of the manor. Felix walked a few steps behind Conrad and Jamal who were holding hands, Conrad took him to the grave removing the dead flowers he put the fresh ones down and stood up taking Jamal's hand again 'I brought someone to meet you Jack, this is my new friend Jam'. Conrad looked at Jamal with a tear running down his cheek 'So much happened and sadly you was right about Joshua. I don't know how you saw it but I am glad you did otherwise who knows where I would be now. Simon is looking after me in fact he won't let me out of his or Felix's sight at the moment.' Conrad looked at Jamal putting his arm around his shoulder 'I am going away with Adam for a couple of weeks to Sardinia to rest up, god knows I need get away. You didn't help by leaving me and I can't help thinking that in some way you brought Jam here in to my life.' Conrad wiped his eyes 'I am going to teach him everything you taught me and together we are going to look after the manor's gardens and drive just like always.' Jamal hugged him tighter and bent over to lay a flower next to the ones Conrad had placed 'I will come back next month Jack, I miss you so much, can't wait to see you again.' Conrad sniffed and cuddled Jamal for a moment then Felix walked up and laid a flower, he kissed his finger and placed it on the tombstone then patted it. The drive back was quiet and Jamal had seen a side to Conrad he never really imagined, understanding clearly how very close the two of them had been as friends. What he saw now was a very subdued and devastated Conrad, it was like Jack's death had ripped part of Conrad's soul out. Felix stopped the limousine outside Jamal's home so he could clean himself up properly and change for dinner, he parked up outside Conrad's home and followed him around holding clothes that Conrad felt he would need. Never loosing sight of him and constantly on alert then driving Conrad back to the manor. Jamal showered and started getting dressed, he looked in the draw at the bottle of tablets knowing it was time to take one. Tipping a tablet in to his hand he looked at the small blue tablet he was holding. Laughing in his head thinking it was a tablet to stop him being gay, he made a rash decision and replaced the tablet hiding the bottle deep in his draw. He swallowed hard realising he may regret not taking it, his hand on the draw wondering why he was screwing with himself. The forbidden fruit of male sex in his father's religion was playing on his mind, the temptation though was what made it all the more sweet. He thought of Conrad who had got to know him more than anyone else in the last few years, Charlie who he had got on so well with during their short meeting. Jamal sat on the bed doing his shirt up and looking at the draw, eventually raising his hand he slowly closed the draw. He knew the risk he was running turning his back on the one thing that could protect him, so what he thought, if Conrad did it then at least he always have a part of him. Conrad walked in to his bedroom at the manor and noticed immediately that the wardrobe was gone replaced by a more modern sleek one with sliding doors in a different position in the room. He shook his head, Simon, he thought smiling undressing and heading to the shower. By the time he was dry and half dressed there was a soft knock at the door and Jamal walked in. "So this is where you are hiding?" Jamal asked walking in seeing Conrad looking at the wardrobe half dressed. Conrad looked at Jamal's reflection in the mirror "This is where it started that Saturday" he said. Jamal stood quietly looking at him "Simon changed the wardrobe" Conrad said looking where it use to be. Jamal picked Conrad's shirt up off the bed "Do you hate me for not telling you?" Conrad asked looking ashamed. Jamal walked over and put Conrad's arms through the sleeves of the shirt then pulled it up to his neck, slowly running his hand over the bare smooth chest he brought the two sides together and slowly buttoned them up for him. Conrad watched Jamal, following his eyes as they roamed downwards with each button his hands smoothing out the shirt after doing the last button up. He pushed Conrad away looking how he looked then leaned in and French kissed him for a couple of minutes. "How could I ever hate you?" Jamal asked looking at him "Conrad you are my bestie now" he said. Conrad half smiled "Are you sure I am not just your oik?" he asked. Jamal chuckled "You will always be my oik not matter what happens" he replied "having you as a friend is the best things that happened to me". They hugged each other hard "Glad you brushed your hair" Conrad said. Jamal held Conrad at arms length "Why?" he asked curiously. Conrad grinned "So I can do this" he said rubbing his hands over his neat hair messing it up. Jamal moved his feet pushing Conrad back to the bed "Now you have annoyed me oik" he said mischievously "you know what happens to bad oiks". "No Jam we don't have time" Conrad pleaded giggling. Jamal had Conrad laying on his stomach on the bed so quickly, his hands seamlessly undoing his trousers and pulling them down. He could hear Jamal's zip on his trousers 'Oh fuck' Conrad said wriggling his arse and giggling. Jamal leaned forward giving Conrad a wet kiss before penetrating him slowly and in one movement until he was balls deep. Leaning fully over Conrad's body then engaged eye contact and kissed. Jamal using the kiss to stifle Conrad's moans, his hips rapidly bouncing up and down on the firm arse underneath him. The randy ex-public school boy wasted no time in getting to work and seeding his favourite new oik. Quickly his body tensing up making long moans and clenching his buttocks tight forcing his cock deeper. He collapsed panting on top of Conrad, both giggling and kissing him. "I like you Jam" Conrad stroking his face "I'm glad you stayed around" he said looking serious. Jamal kissed him "Same here" he replied pushing his hips down making Conrad moan and giggle. "If you two have finished" Simon said standing at the door "you are late for dinner". "Ouch" Conrad cried with Jamal lifting off quickly panicking "he keeps doing this to me Simon" he complained. Simon smirked watching Jamal tidy himself up "You shouldn't be such a cock tease" he said to Conrad. Jamal looked a little worried "Sorry Simon" he apologised. Simon shrugged his shoulders "What for?" he asked "Fucking that sweet arse?" he looked at Jamal. Jamal blushed a little "Yeah got to admit that is one fine arse to poke" he replied grinning. Conrad finished tidying himself up "Is that it, I am just a toy for you both?". "Yes" they both said in unison laughing, Conrad walked to the door "come on your late for dinner" he said. Simon put his arm around Jamal's shoulder "By the way you fuck like a naughty school boy" he laughed. Jamal laughed "Is that so!" he exclaimed "you want a go for a ride on it?" he asked looking at the shocked expression on Simon's face. "Hell no" Simon replied laughing "I am not letting you lose on me". Dinner was full of laughter and happiness around the table that had been missing for many weeks. Simon was way impressed with Jamal's impeccable table manners clearly showing off his public school upbringing. He even scoffed at Conrad when he asked for his favourite champagne with his steak instead of the beautiful claret Felix produced. He amazed Felix and Simon about his broad knowledge of wine and how to pair them with the correct foods. Conrad took the piss out of Jamal with his glass of champagne and tried swilling it before swallowing like Jamal did. It ended badly with the the fizziness shooting at the back of his throat making him splutter it out. Simon laughed and told him he would need to clean the wooden flooring in the morning. Simon dismissed Felix for the night and instead of going to the lounge they stayed at the table until gone midnight. "Guys it is getting late" Simon said looking at the clock "I have an early meeting in London". Jam stood up "I should get home then" he said. Simon stood "You can stay the night if you want Jamal" he suggested "if Conrad doesn't mind". "What about you?" Conrad asked looking at Simon. "I told you I have to be up and out early so need sleep" Simon replied. Conrad looked at Jamal "Please?" he asked. Jamal held out his hand and walked with Conrad up the stairs, they kissed Simon good night and headed down the landing and Conrad's bedroom. What started out as a fairly normal thing Jamal stood in the bedroom looking at the bed, maybe this was a step too far he thought and in the corner of his eye he noticed a sofa that faced the fireplace. "I will sleep on the sofa" Jamal said and noticing a confused look Conrad gave him undoing his shirt. Jamal looked at the bed "You understand right?" he asked "I have never slept with a man before". Conrad nodded "It is up to you Jam, I would prefer to have you next to me" he said folding his shirt. "Are you falling in love with me?" Jamal asked now wondering why that even came in to his head. Conrad chuckled "Nah I like you as a friend" he replied in a sweeping statement. Jamal liked the words he spoke and smiled "If I do are you going to go all gay on me?" he asked. "Depends if you want me to" Conrad replied smiling "May surprise you but I was straight, well so so". Jamal laughed "But you take cock so well" he said grinning. Conrad now stood naked "If you get in to bed with me I will tell you everything, and I mean everything". "Okay" Jamal said pausing "you must have figured by now I can't say no to you, fuck knows why". Jamal took all his clothes off standing naked before climbing in to the bed, his cock already singing and dancing between his legs. It was a worrying thought Jamal had, unable to explain why his cock reacted so quickly each time he was near Conrad. He snuggled down lying next to Conrad their bodies touching, he took Jamal's hand and as promised he told Jamal everything. He started from the time he first spoke to Jack, how his desperation to pay for the course lead him to sell his arse for money in one stupid moment. And then there was the whole Harry debacle, Jack's tattoo, finally ending on how he got poz from too much champagne after one of Jack's bouts of illness. Jamal laid there silently and Conrad didn't know what to make of it "Jam?" he asked. He turned his head to look at Conrad, a big grin on his face "You were a whore?" he asked laughing. "Fuck, I suppose I was, well only with one man" Conrad tried to explain himself away. "A whore?" Jamal repeated cracking up with laughter "Cheap as chips whore" he said unable to contain himself. Conrad rolled his eyes chuckling "Stop making fun of me I did it for a reason" he tried explaining again. Jamal rolled on top of Conrad laughing and before either of them knew what was happening he was laying in between Conrad's legs, their faces close feeling each other's breath tingling over their skin. Conrad's fingers lightly caressing he side of Jamal's body calming down from the fits of laughter. A cross between a moan and sigh escaped Conrad's lips, Jamal was kissing his neck with slow tender kisses. "Stop it" Conrad said with a smile on his face. Jamal looked down at him "I can't, you have some very weird hold over me Conrad". Conrad chuckled "Don't be silly Jam" he said breathing out nervously. Jamal ran his finger over Conrad's lips "Can I ask one thing?" he asked staring at him. Conrad nodded "Just tonight" Jamal started saying "can I make love to you?". He looked taken back staring up at Jamal "Is that a good idea?" he questioned. "No" Jamal replied "it is a terrible idea but I want to, just once, with you" he spoke with clear intention. "Jam" Conrad spoke softly "Jam" he said again his voice quivering "I..." he stuttered to find words. "I need to show you how much I want your friendship" he said rubbing his lips against Conrad's. Jamal took his silence as a hesitant confirmation and leaned down kissing him on the mouth slowly several times until Conrad responded locking their lips together. Their bodies felt warm almost hot from hiding under the duvet, feeling each other and locked in a time consuming French kiss, neither wanting to let the other go their tongues providing the source of their heightened sexual desire that spread through their bodies. Finally Jamal broke from Conrad's mouth and kissed down his chin and neck then across his chest, his tongue flickering over his nipple, licking then sucking and nibbling sweetly. Conrad pushed his body up arching his back driving Jamal on, kissing him all over and hastily making his way back seeking Conrad's mouth again. Rolling Jamal on to his back Conrad now took over sinking lower down the body with his kisses until he came to the rigid cock blocking his path, his tongue running up the shaft and gently enclosing the head of Jamal's cock with his mouth making it jump and bounce against his lips. The sweet salty taste of precum already dancing on his taste buds that turned Conrad on even more. He licked down the shaft and finding the sack containing the two large globes that he took in his mouth in turn. Jamal pulled Conrad's head deeper against his balls, Conrad sniffed deeply and moaning at the faint male odour of Jamal. His body on the move again finding Jamal kissing him deeper, his arms wrapping around the soft silkiness of Conrad's body, kneeling on the bed holding each other with their cocks rubbing together. Jamal's hand roamed down the inward curve of his back then finally over his arse, the other hand joined in cupping the buttocks in his hands. Slowly Conrad felt his body being pushed backwards until he once again laid on his back. Jamal kissed his feet and ankle slowly working his way along the leg, switching from one leg to the other that he held in his arms. He leaned forward placing his own legs either side of Conrad's hips keeping his arse up and hole exposed, he kissed Conrad again only now his cock was rubbing up against his exposed hole. Moving his cock down and pulling his hips back letting the head of his cock caress the hole gently and teasing it open. Conrad's shoulders moved back against the bed, he kissed Jamal harder feeling his hole opening from gentle prods that continued until the head of Jamal's cock fully entered. Jamal slipped his arm under Conrad's neck holding him closer returning the force of Conrad's kissing. The muffled moans vibrating into Jamal's mouth as he eased his cock in deeper, Conrad's fingers grabbing Jamal's back his body filling with a love only they could share in this moment. Seduced by the slow tenderness of Jamal he floated away feeling the taught skin of the compact muscular body above him and the gradual coarseness of the his pubes rubbing up against his hole. Jamal slowly rocked his hips treating Conrad with respect and adoration, holding back and edging for over an hour. The quick breaks in kissing, tongues aching from dancing together 'Your so special to me Conrad' Jamal's words soothes over his cloud lifting him higher 'Jam' Conrad squeaked through his moans closing his lips against Jamal's again. He balls tightened the feeling of an orgasm washing over him, he couldn't hold back any more then breaking the kiss he pulled Conrad in to the nook of his neck holding his head and groaning in ecstasy he pushed his hips forward and allowed his cock to take full control. Flowing ribbons of his cum released in to Conrad whose hands grabbed and held on to Jamal. Before his orgasm finished he quickly sought Conrad's mouth and kissed him. The sensation of how Jamal was holding him and kissing him still riding his orgasm proved to much for Conrad to concentrate on, his body overloaded reacted starting it's own orgasm. Conrad moaned then his body shook and Jamal felt the warm slickness of his cum being expelled between their bodies. Something inside Conrad felt incredible with Jamal's cock still hard and his kissing, there was no sign that Jamal was finished, his hips already starting over indicating he wanted it again. Jamal rolled off Conrad on to his back drenched in sweat touching his cock he rolled the foreskin forward over his semi erection, his hips aching breathing heavily. Conrad laid on his stomach unable to move, the sheet under him sticking to his body panting, his feet and toes still wriggling and curling in. His only thought was that Jamal was an arse destroyer, four times it took until Jamal collapsed unable to continue. He moaned softly feeling the hand of Jamal stroking and squeezing his arse. "Fuck, what have you done to me Con?" Jamal asked in between heavy breaths. Conrad laid with his head facing Jamal "Me?" he asked "what the hell did you just do to me!" he chuckled. "So confused Con" Jamal said looking up at the ceiling through the darkness "am I gay?" he asked. Conrad moved his hand and stroked Jamal's chest "Don't care if you are not" he replied "does it turn you on more than sex with a woman?". Jamal laid quiet hearing his own breathing "I don't know, never had a woman" he confessed. "Sorry?" Conrad raised himself up on his elbows and looked at him "how come?". Jamal shrugged his shoulders "Always been in a private schools" he replied "guys were just there on tap ready to take cock". Conrad grinned "You used them?" he asked. "Suppose so" Jamal replied turning to face Conrad "never even thought of girls when I was shagging them". Conrad laid back down "You are so fucking gay" he said giggling stroking Jamal's ear. Jamal smiled and rolled over sliding on top of Conrad "Oh god not more" Conrad said sighing. "You made me gay now you pay the consequences" Jamal said in a sadistic voice chuckling. Conrad moaned through the penetration in to his sore arse "Does it turn you on fucking me" he gasped. Jamal ground his hips kissing Conrad "It would be doing it if it didn't" he replied thrusting in hard. Conrad clasped Jamal's arms moaning louder "Come on then fuck me, fuck me until your gay!" he cried out. Simon was up and around at 7am he quietly opened the door to Conrad's bedroom and smiled shaking his head, their naked bodies lay on to top of the bed with the sheet only covering their feet. The warm smell of sex hit his nostrils, it was faint but enough to tell what had been going on. Conrad was laid flat out with Jamal laying half on top facing each other. He smiled closing the door knowing that Conrad was going to be alright.

Here is another one of my favorite pozzing stories for your enjoyment: As I think I mentioned before I often meet up with guys through Craig's list and the like and I have a couple of different email addresses as sometimes I might post multiple adds. Generally one will be a normal "top looking to fuck bottom" type of add and sometimes I'll hang it all out there and see if someone is up for something much more radical. So one night I have an ad up "Poz top seeks younger neg guy interested in taking my raw seed." Its not the sort of thing that generates a lot of response but I figure heck maybe I'll get lucky and find a bugchaser in my area. Well one night it paid off when I get an email from this kid Nathan who says he's a top but interested in getting pozzed so that he can poz guys he fucks. I of course invite him over immediately telling him we can talk a bit when he arrives. Nathan shows up a short time later and he's around 19-20 about 5'11 165lbs or so with a good build and it turns out very smooth. He looks very much like your typical midwestern farm boy which is what he turns out to be. And as I discovered later he has a gourgeous 7.5" long thick cock with a nice set of shaved balls. I ask him he he got interested in bug chasing and he explains to me that he'd found some stories online about guys getting pozzed and it had been and incredible turn on. He loved thinking about fucking a buddy at college knowing that he was gonna give the guy a load of charged cum. He said he'd never really bottomed before but he knew if he wanted to get pozzed it was probably the best way. I asked him why he'd never bottomed before and he said that he'd tried it once and it hurt like hell just getting the guy half way in so he had stopped it there. I explained to him that when I was through with him his staus would definetly have changed from neg to poz and that once we got started there would be no backing out. I also warned him that I wasn't going to be gentle popping my cock up his tight ass. He was clearly very nervous but agreed to go forward. I ordered him to strip naked and then collected his clothes and locked them away explaining to him that like it or not he was now staying for the night. I'll never forget the sight of him standing there with a "what the fuck am I doing" look on his face breathing slightly fast his cock rock hard looking hot as hell I took him to my bedroom where I undressed and ordered him to his knees so that he could suck my cock. He eagerly complied and it was quickly obvious that while Nathan might be a virtual anal virgin mine was not the first cock he had sucked. He took my 8" length down his throat and worked it like a pro my pre cum filling his mouth. But it wasn't his mouth I wanted it was that beautiful neg ass. I pulled him up and pushed him onto the bed pushing his legs up to his chest and fully exposing his tight lil hole. Best of all his ass was natuarlly completely smooth. "Fuck yeah man" I said fingering him "you ready for my poz fuck tool up inside there?" He was breathing fast at this point and clearly not sure if he really wanted 8" up his ass but he bravely replied "yeah man give it to me." I moved into position between his legs my cock slick with pre and his spit and proceeded to roughly lube his hole with only my spit. "Aren't you gonna use lube?" he asked nervously to which I replied no as I wanted to make sure my poz cum got inside his blood stream. I mounted him and began to firmly push my cock inside him and as I did he winced and squirmed begging me to stop and telling me how much it hurt. Ignoring him I drove my death tool inside him as he all the while was whimpering "Fuck that hurts noo please ohh God uhhhhhh". I gave him only a short moment to adjust before I started fucking him and soon the combination of fluids in his ass had my cock sliding smoothly in and out. As his hole opened up Nathan began to discover just how good a cock head massaging your prostrate can feel and his cries of pain so became moans of pleasure. The best was yet to come though. I don't think Nathan had really thought through getting pozzed and instead had allowed himself to get carried away with a fantasy. And much like a person who does something dumb and then regrets it as I fucked his hole Nathan's mind started reminding him that maybe getting pozzed wasn't in fact the best idea he'd ever had. Sensing this I began to play to it as my cum surged in my balls. "Yeah Nathan you feel my poz death stick inside you? Feel it fucking your ass? Yeah boy I'm getting close..getting ready to poz your little ass but good" Hearing me talking like that Nathan started trying to back out. He couldn't supress his rock hard cock or the feelings my cock head was giving him as it massaged his prostrate but he started trying to play what I'll call the "time out" card. "Wait man.. wait.. no" he was saying and he limply tried to push me off him. I held him firmly though and continued to fuck him telling him how my poz load was building and how soon it would be inside of him infecting him. "yeah boy my cock his opened up that little ass of yours....Its ripe Nathan... Its ready for my poison seed" I told him. His meek attempts to back out only made me hornier and I wanted to make sure he knew the moment it happeed to him. "Fuck boy here it comes" I whispered in his ear "here comes my toxic death seed" Nathan hearing this whipered "Ohh fuck..Off fuck Ohh fuck..God..no..please..Ohh Fuck" almost non stop and I turn Got louder "yeah boy here it comes..here comes my poz seed in your neg cunt... yeah....uhhh.....uhhhh....ahhhh...AHHH.....FUCK BOY YEAH I"M CUMMING!!" As I yelled this and came I drove my dick extra deep inside Nathan planting my poz load deep in his gut. This drove Nathan over the edge as he cried out and his cock exploded shooting several large spurts of cum onto his face and chest. I worked my cock around inside him making sure to coat as much of his hole as possible with my toxic seed. And Looking at the tinges of blood on my cock I was sure it would take. Then I wiped Nathan's cum with my fingers and made him eat what was the last purely neg load his cock would ever shoot. He confessed later as we lay there in bed that he'd never cum so hard in his life but he was definetly having second thoughts about what he'd just done. He wanted to go but I wouldn't let him and I fucked another 3 loads into his ass that night and by the last he was begging for my poz seed and begging me to poz his ass. Sure enough the pozzing took and Nathan got his fuck flu. Having awakened him to the pleasure of being fucked he never went back to being a total top though I'd say he was about 90% since from what he told me I was the only one who fucked him. The best part was hearing him describe how he was sinking his own poz seed into neg boy pussies over at the school. He actually managed to capture on video too the first guy he ever pozzed getting the kid into his dorm room with his web cam running as he fucked his load into the guys ass. Nothing like watching a gifter you created pass on his gift to another.....