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'Please read all sections of the contract and ensure that you are fully aware of the implications and obligations regarding the procedure before signing. 1. By signing this agreement you agree to submit your body to the procedure and that you will be be infected by anal insemination. 2. That you do so of your own free will and have not been coerced into to doing so by any third party. 3. That you are not under the influence of any prescribed medication, drug or illegal substance. 4. That you are not under the influence of alcohol. 5. You must understand that once you have entered the premises (in this case the room hired for the purpose) you are obligated to submit to ALL instructions given by the person, or persons, inside and give up the right to withdraw from the procedure. 6. That you are fully aware of the consequences to your health once you have submitted to the procedure. Date: ../../.... Full Name: .................................. Signature:.................................... As I read through the contract/agreement I felt hot and began to sweat. I was shacking and my stomach was churning. Suddenly it had all become very real. Up to this point I was just incredibly horny. My cock had been hard for the two hours it took to drive to the hotel. My mind was in a whirl. I could just turn around get back in my car and drive home. No one apart from whoever was inside room 327 would ever know and I could continue my life the way it had been upto now. But, I had come this far. At first it was a fantasy. Wanking to bareback porn then moving on to porn depicting guys being pozzed. Submitting themselves, their bodies in the ultimate way possible. Slowly, over a couple of years the fantasy became a need growing stronger all the time until it was an obsession. All I could think about was being knocked up, impregnated, gifted, pozzed, infected with the bug. How another mans toxic seed would take over my body, mutating in every cell and live in me until I die. Now, here was the moment I had desired for so long. Was I going to back out?

VPNs are a hot topic lately, so I figured I’d start a thread where they could be discussed. I’m headed to China in a few weeks. It’ll be interesting to see what I can and can’t access without a VPN and how well the VPNs work. China is at the top of their game playing whack-a-mole with VPNs, so I’m thinking what works in China should work in slightly less restrictive locations. Anyway, the three I’ll be trying are: ExpressVPN, $13/mo, but comes with a 1GB eSIM which should be useful. Historically this has been the best VPN for China, but lately there have been reports of issues. Mullvad, €5/mo ($5.83), has a stellar reputation for privacy. V1VPN, $6/mo, Europe-based but targeted to work in China. My theory is China focuses on the major VPNs, so I’m hoping this one is somewhat off their radar. When I’m back I’ll let you know my thoughts on each.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

Doug sat on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. Jay was on a work trip and had been since their revealing last encounter. Jay's absence made his confused feelings even harder to manage than they already would have been. His fingers traced the edge of his phone, hesitating for a moment before he finally tapped Jay's contact. The call connected, and Jay's face appeared on the screen, his silver hair slightly tousled, cheeks a bit red and a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, handsome," Jay greeted, his voice smooth and warm. "What're you up to?" Doug felt a flutter in his chest, the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness that Jay always seemed to evoke. "Not much," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just missing you. What about you?" Jay's smirk widened, and he turned the phone slightly, revealing the room behind him. Doug's breath hitched as he saw Jay lying on a bed, a young twunk with long blond hair straddling him, riding his raw cock with eager abandon. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Doug's groin, his cock twitching in his pants. "Having a bit of fun," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "But I'll call you back later, yeah?" Doug's mind raced, a whirlwind of arousal and something darker, something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Later." The call ended, and Doug was left staring at the blank screen, his heart pounding. He shifted on the couch, his cock now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He unzipped himself, freeing his thick length, and began to stroke, his mind filled with the image of Jay and the blond twunk. He was jealous, but it also somehow turned him on to think of his man's raw cock in some other slut's hole. The raw cock that had fucked him and filled his own ass with cum. Later that night, his phone rang again. Jay's face appeared on the screen, and Doug answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Hey," he said, his voice husky. Jay's eyes were dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "You liked what you saw earlier, didn't you?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for denial. Doug swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the memory. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was surprised. I haven't really thought about fucking with other guys since we started dating. I guess I assumed it was the same for you." Jay's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Males are hardwired to want multiple partners," he explained. "It's only some other stronger desire that ever suppresses that urge. And I might really like you, Doug. But I know I really like fucking you. I don't want to mess up my chance to find out if I like you by confusing lust with love." Jay's smirk widened, and he leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Besides, like told you, I want you to be my slut for POZ cum," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Find someone tonight. Someone POZ. I want you to ride his raw cock and tell me all about it. And I'll tell you about my trick too." Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He still felt a pang of jealousy, but beneath that, there was a thrill, a dark excitement at Jay's words. "Okay," he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. After the call ended, Doug logged online, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Gord's profile, a POZ undetectable guy he'd hooked up with before. He'd felt a pang of guilt after their encounters and so had avoided Gord's further invitations, but tonight, Jay's words echoed in his mind, pushing him forward. He sent Gord a message, inviting him over. Gord arrived quickly, his tall frame filling the doorway. He had an ugly face but a killer body, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes filled with desire. They didn't waste time with pleasantries, their bodies crashing together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, exploring, claiming. Gord pushed Doug onto the bed, his body covering Doug's, his cock hard and ready. Doug spread his legs, inviting Gord in, and with a low groan, Gord entered him, his raw cock filling Doug completely. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Doug rode Gord's cock, his own thick length bouncing with each movement, his body alive with pleasure. He could feel Gord's cock throbbing inside him, the raw, unprotected sex sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He came with a cry, his cum spilling onto Gord's chest, and Gord followed soon after, his release filling Doug completely. The next night, Doug did tell Jay all about it, his voice low and as he described every detail. Jay listened, his eyes dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Very hot."

I love being poz… never used a condom always bareback… always chased poz dick

Same here, I just love being told that they’re toxic as they’re cumming inside me. I shudder and climax, too, as my receptive ass takes their poz seed to hold and absorb.

Do I like being Poz? Sometimes I don’t even think about the high level of toxicity of my dick. Is it free to think no more HIV scares? Absolutely. I love knowing that I’m already a Poz cum dumpster that loves taking loads no load refused. In all I love it.

Autumn in Milan Bob and I arrived back at the apartment on the same weekend after our summer internships ended. I joked with Bob and asked him how much drama he created during his summer. “Bro, you have no idea. I’m glad I could leave it all behind,” and he pulled me in for a deep kiss as he groped my ass. “I missed you, smart ass.” We ended up in bed and after he fucked my brains out, and then we relaxed there for a while, just catching up on each others exploits over the summer. “When is Dan getting back?” Bob asked. “I talked with him on Wednesday while he was at Laguardia. He said he’d be back in the apartment on Monday. He said he’d just landed and that he had big news, but he was being mysterious and wouldn’t spill any details. So, we’ll find out then,” I replied. Class didn’t start for a week, and I was determined to get back into my routine. On Monday afternoon, I just returned from the gym and opened the door, and Dan was in the kitchen and Bob was taking a shower. “Hey man, how was your summer?” I asked Dan as I leaned in and we shared a big kiss. Dan replied, “It was incredible. I can’t wait to tell you guys.” Just then Bob opened the bathroom door and walked out in all his otter glory in just his white briefs. “Tell us what?” “Ah, just in time,” Dan said. “You know I told you I had some interviews in Manhattan with a couple of modeling agencies? Well, I blew off my internship because three of them wanted to put me under contract. I had my dad look at the contracts and I signed with one of the agencies. I spent the summer working in Milan, Paris and Munich.” Bob and I sat in stunned silence. Then, he and I both hooted and hollered and I got three beers out of the fridge for us to celebrate. Dan continued, “I’m going to delay coming back to finish my degree because the agency lined work up for me for the next few months. Plus, I need to prepare more before taking the LSAT. At least, that was the argument I made with my dad for postponing school. He has visions of me joining his firm after law school.” Bob and I rolled our eyes because we’d met Dan’s father a few times and he was intense. “I’m sharing a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with 5 other guys who are also with the agency.” I said, “So you won’t be living with us, then. This sounds like the chance of a lifetime. When do you have to go back?” Dan said, “Well, I’m packing up my clothes and leaving tomorrow morning. Bob and I were sad that our little menage a trois was breaking up prematurely, but we were excited for Dan. Dan and I started that evening in his bed kissing and cuddling. I licked his nips and arm pits and nibbled all over him as he wrapped his legs around the small of my back. The agency Hair & Makeup gays had shaved his chest hair off so longer had a treasure trail, but I continued down to his cock and took his head straight down my throat and savored his precum. I moved on to his beautiful ass and pushed his knees up to his pecs, then I began feasting on his ass. “Dave, I really missed how you eat my hole,” Dan moaned. I was fucking him with my tongue which always put him into a frenzy. Eventually, I penetrated his tight hole and fucked him rough and sweaty, just the way he and I always did. I jacked Dan’s cock, rubbing the precum that was streaming out of it and feeding it to him and then to myself. I locked eyes with him as I groaned and picked up the pace and finally shot my load into him. I stayed in him as I jacked him to orgasm and greedily ate his load all by myself. During the night, I remember my cock entering his ass a couple of times as I woke up with my arms around him. The next morning, we awoke the way we began the night before…kissing and cuddling. For the last time.

It was my best friend’s Dad’s cock. I guessed he liked me and I offered myself to him. He was 34 and I was 14. It was the first time I’d seen a penis other than my own. He undressed and told me to pull down his briefs. He was fully hard and his cock reared up. I remember thinking what a handsome cock he had, about 7 inches, thick veined upward curved shaft and foreskin. He rubbed his helmet gently on my lips and told me to open my mouth. He slid about half his shaft in my mouth. He tasted slightly salty but the masculine smell off his balls was amazing. He guided me through my first time sucking cock. He was obviously very excited and several times he pulled out cuz he was close. He asked me if it would let him cum in my mouth. I told him yes. He put his cock back in my mouth and almost instantly he shot his load. My mouth filled up with his load and I choked, he held my head and said “swallow it”I did my best and swallowed some but most poured out my mouth. There was just too much sperm. But I did get to taste a man’s load and I loved it. As an induction to cock it was the best.

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

Guess what? You punched that ticket the day you were born, if you don't get hit by a bus first. Breeding or no, prep or no, pregnancy or no, you're on that ride. You're welcome.

I've been in Hawaii a lot lately, and have been having fun. Tonight I fucked and bred 2 guys in the park, and just had an older guy from Sniffies come to my hotel room and pump a load in me.

Voting is now closed, and writing is well under way. Expect a new story soon. 🙂

You are the type of bottom I am stealthing lol

AuthWhores Note: My apologies, I did get out in front of my skis some. I noticed a down vote and must say I concur. I'll see if I can not do better next string. I also realized I had jumped ahead of the real calendar but a day by day of even a sex crazed, chem fueled POZ college slut could actually have boring parts. When I was querying the very patient moderators, I got the answers and guidance I needed to avoid a faux pas, but then realized that it concerned Homecumming and Halloween and that is still off on the horizon Homecumming is nominally in September and Haloween some 6 weeks later. There was also my lubrication error. No, not in the story but while I was thinking about the story I no-shit slipped on my wd-40 nut loosener spill on a trailer deck and whacked my forehead on the driveway yesterday, -just like a few years ago attending the Leather Knights Dallas AWOL weekend, I had a free ticket to the Dallas Discipline Corps Warehouse Play space and again got ahead of my skis. My slutty mind distracted me from the task at hand. What happens when you mix a rushed cleanout and lubrication effort? Well, in that case it was a cracked rib. I still went and got flogged - after all I had the free ticket - and the flogging was delightfully painful! I will bring Sticky Situation up to Homecumming, and then pause for a couple of weeks. On my other story, there is still some work needed before I get to pit stop territory so you should see that also post next week/weekend. Cheers!

I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

Tea Dance, John’s Interlude John didn’t have luck in the showers this morning, but he did see one of the guys that fucked him in the shower yesterday. He was limping back to his campsite. John called out from the doorway of the shower building. The guy looked up, smiled at John and said, “Getting some more dick?” John was embarrassed at the question until he saw the good-natured humor on the man’s face. John said, “Why? You lookin?” The man says he hurt his ankle and doesn’t think he’s up for it. John half seriously says, “I ride dick well too. You can just lie there.” Both men laugh. Instead, the man asks for John’s help getting to his campsite. After about 10 minutes of helping him along, the two men reach the campsite clearing and the man’s friends come over to help. As they arrive at the campsite, a portable CD player is trying it’s best to belt out some sad version of Cheryl Lynn’s “To Be Real.” John turns to his limping companion says, “This is so much better on a boombox,” and his limping friend says, “the record is better dumb bitch.” The men laugh. John is invited to brunch at the campfire as the other man’s friends take care of him. John, having changed clothes after his shower, is back into his “90s top attire” of cargo shorts and a white tank undershirt. He’s carrying a small gym bag with his outfit for the Mardi Gras themed day and the cum stained shorts he’d worn yesterday. The men at this campsite are a little older than John – late 30s. He is attracted to each of them in his own way but he can tell the men think he’s a top. The bottoms are attentive and the tops are standing back. No big deal since John just came about 30 minutes ago and had gotten fucked by Snake before that. These guys are nice. They are having mimosas and laughing a lot. The food, cooked on the fire, is also really tasty. John makes a point not to eat too much as he does plan on getting fucked again later. The 8 men here for the weekend are all friends. They are staying in a small campsite which they’ve made their own with 2-man tents arranged well, leaving a separate space for chairs and a folding table. Two couples, four singles. Turns out the two men who fucked John yesterday are one of the couples. They all live in the same city. Pretty universally, on seeing this attractive man who was kind enough to help their friend back to camp, the men decided they liked John. As John got to know the men over brunch he liked them too. During their 20s, they’d known each other at the bars for years by sight or sometimes hooking up, but it was while visiting friends in the hospital that they really bonded. John knows what they mean by hospital. He can be oblivious at times, but not this dense. He is a nurse. He knows they mean the AIDS ward in their city. He’d seen this happen among his own friends and in his time working at different hospitals. John tended to keep his distance from these friend groups. Mainly because they had serious things happening in their lives; but also because he liked when men fucked him bareback. In fact, in this moment, John can feel the shame for this weekend’s behavior rising in his chest. He can feel his neck getting warm. John has been fucked by at least 15 men this weekend so far and he wanted them all to cum inside him. John knows if these men knew the truth about him that they would shun or scold him. John is forgetting that at least two men in this group know that John takes it bareback. John’s face flushes and he finishes his mimosa, which is quickly refilled. In fact, if John wasn’t beating himself up he’d notice that at least one of these men is interested and is right now plying John with more mimosas in the hopes of having sex later. As the brunch and conversation continues, John sees his group of friends walking through the clearing toward the Tea Dance and a couple wave and say hi. Then the stockbroker asshole calls out, “Hey John, you fucking slut. Giving up your ass again?” Rugby calls stockbroker an asshole and the German wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him along. Conversation among the new group stops as this comment is lobed at the nice, thoughtful, helpful man they just met. One of the men says, “Are those guys your friends?” John says, “Yeah. We are up for the weekend.” Before they are out of ear shot, stockbroker calls back, “Use a condom this time.” All John’s friends groan and collectively urge him to knock it off. The guy with the hurt ankle says, “What a douchebag.” The other men agree. One man casually rubs John’s shoulders. One guy says, “Speaking of condoms. What did y’all think of the show last night in the field?” The couple who fucked John missed it because they were off having some fun of their own and they ask for details. The other men regale the couple with the sexy twink who got fucked bareback by at least 5 guys. There is a brief, good natured disagreement over 5, 6, 7, or 8 men. But there is no disagreement that the twink asked for it bareback and begged men to cum in his ass. Some of the men reference, two other groups where bareback sex also took place last night. John can see a flash of recognition on one men’s faces. The other couple says, “Well…..we were a little inspired last night. We fucked bareback for the first time since we met.” This prompts more discussion and other guys discussing condom usage. Pretty universally, these men who have shared history of losing lovers and friends have been careful about condom usage for years. A few men admit to having fucked guys or been fucked without condoms. The men who usually bottom say it was a slip up or that they were drunk; but they also admit how much better the fuck felt. The tops agree that fucking without condoms feels better, but they also don’t do it regularly. The couple who fucked John bareback in the showers yesterday don’t offer details but say they shared a bottom bareback this weekend. None of the men are condemning anyone’s behavior. The conversation feels mature, but also revelatory. Condom usage has felt like such a necessary rule over the past decade that it was almost [banned word] to do what they were all admitting they had done. One of the men, noticing John’s silence, casually asks if John, as a nurse, is offended by the conversation. The rest of the men turn toward him, suddenly aware that he hasn’t participated at all in this discussion. John sighs and says, “Bareback sex feels better. It just does. We all know why we need to use condoms, but I’ll admit that I don’t always use them either.” One of the guys, who assumes John is a top, says “For us tops it’s not as easy to contract the virus, but there is still a risk. But I’ll admit I fucked a guy bareback last night. That twink was inspirational. My bottom dude wanted it raw.” The guys all hear the music begin for the Tea Dance. They want to go dance and invite John to hang with them. John, now on his 5th or 6th drink agrees. He and a couple of the other guys switched to vodka. The guys clean up from brunch and begin to change for the dance. The couple who John fucked in the showers yesterday decide to skip the dance since one of them hurt his ankle. John sees the guys changing into things they brought for the Mardi Gras themed day – lots of purple, gold and green. A tiara and feather boa on one dude. Most guys shirtless or in open shirts. John doesn’t really want to hang out all day in his “top attire.” He feels like what he is wearing is now an ill-fitting disguise. John says he needs to go change and holds up his bag. The guy who has been plying John with drinks asks John if he wants to change in his tent. John and the man go to the tent. When the tent flap falls closed, they can still hear the group discussion outside as the men get ready for the dance. The man in the tent with John says “You are very sexy.” John assumed this guy, with his queeny attitude and high voice for a total bottom. The guy has a tight body and a really attractive face. John says, “You look really great too. I was sorry to hear about your boyfriend over brunch. That must’ve been a really difficult time.” The other man thanks him for his sympathy and says it was two years ago, but he still misses him. The man, not wanting the conversation to drift too far from sex, says “I was surprised that he got it because he was always the top in our relationship. I mean we were always safe, but it still surprises me when my tests keep coming back negative.” John, remembering they were together almost 10 years, says “Always safe?” with a wry smile. The other man acknowledges to the occasional “slip up” when they were drunk, but generally they went through a lot of condoms. John is torn between wanting to hear more about the sex and turned off by the condoms. John knows he should act the way this man does and use condoms, but he has always enjoyed when a man cums inside him. Talk of condom use really turns him off. As John’s self-critic starts in and John falls silent again, the other man not wanting to miss his moment says, “Let’s go get you into that sexy outfit.” John half smiles and takes off his shirt. The man asks, “Did you hook up last night after the twink’s performance?” John blushes and says, “I did.” The other man nods and watches John drop his cargo shorts. He takes a good look at John’s bare ass and says, “Did you bottom or top last night?” John is silently cursing the stockbroker for the “giving up you ass” comment. John hesitates. The other man feels John’s ass. He smiles at John and says, “Feels good.” John is naked and the other man entirely clothed. The man begins eating John’s ass. John got hard as soon as the tongue entered his hole. John bent over and spread his ass for the man. The man could tell John wasn’t a virgin to getting fucked. This ass had been used in the last day or so. But, it tastes so good. John’s ass lips give way easily to the invading tongue. John is moaning as this man he just met is eating his ass. John remembers that just yesterday he got fucked by one of his friends and gave up all pretense of being a top. He grunts as this man’s tongue invades deeper. He remembers telling his friend to “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” The shame of that admission burns inside John. The man says, “Time to suck my cock muscle jock.” John turns around drops to his knees and engulfs the man’s average cock until his face is on the man’s pubes. He comes off and slides his lips back along the cock. He looks up at the man he just met this morning who says, “Feels good.” John wants to make this man feel good. He wants this man to want to fuck him. He wants this man to want him. The man is loving this blowjob. He is looking down at the muscle jock worship his cock. He is working for it. The man has given lots of men blowjobs like this over the years. Since the man is usually a bottom, he can tell that jock boy is desperate for cock. As John works the cock with his talented mouth, his hand slides from his own cock to his ass. He rubs a finger along his wet hole. He hears the man say, “Slide a finger in your hole. Work it for me. Show me how much you want to get fucked.” John slides a finger in his ass and then a second. He looks up at the man as he continues sucking his cock. The man says, “I can tell you like getting your hole worked over. I bet other men have fucked you this weekend. A hot muscle jock bottom like you. I bet you have lots of suitors. Men who have been stretching your hole. But I can tell from the way you are sucking my cock that you want more cock in your ass. Get my cock nice and wet for your hole.” John is a bit surprised that the queeny voiced man standing over him is speaking this way to him. It turns John on. He starts using more spit on the cock. He unbuttons the man’s shorts to get more access to the cock. They fall to the ground. John pulls the underwear down too and momentarily stops sucking the cock as they follow the shorts. He pushes his mouth back on the cock so it stretches his throat causing him to spit more on the cock. The man who is about to fuck John hasn’t fucked a trick bareback in years, not since that became so risky. And as a man who loved getting fucked, making tops use condoms has become almost second nature to him. But seeing that twink give his ass up bareback last night has him imagining feeling this jock hole on his bare cock. He pulls John off his cock and leans over John, maneuvering them so John is on his back and the man is between his legs. Instinctively, John spreads his legs to give the man room and more access to his ass. He exhales and reaches for the man to pull him closer. They kiss again and the man’s cock rubs John’s hole. He moans into the man’s mouth. John feels the man adjust his body and the man’s cock is now aimed directly on his hole. The wet cockhead slips against John’s wet hole and it pops inside. John kisses the man deeply as the cock slides halfway up his eager ass. First bare ass the man has been in for years and it feels amazing – so warm, so wet, so welcoming. The man pushes the rest of his cock into John and holds it there. Jock boy hasn’t even mentioned using a condom. The man thinks about it for a second as his bare cock is buried in this jock’s ass and he hesitates. He says, “I don’t have a condom on.” John says, “Oh” and kisses the man again. Confused by this response, the man thinks he should get a condom. As the man slides his cock back he groans at how good this ass feels without a condom. Again, he says, “I’m not wearing a condom.” John says, “Do you want to wear a condom?” The man, sliding back into John’s ass and starting to fuck him says, “This feels good.” John says, “Yeah it does.” He feels the man’s cock inside him and it really does feel nice. The man fucks John for a few more minutes and he says, “I can put on a condom if you want me to.” John says, “I don’t have any condoms.” The man keeps fucking John and says, “I’m going to cum in you soon.” John wanting this stranger's load, grabs the man's ass and says, “Cum inside me.” The man moans loudly and dumps his load in John’s unprotected ass. Ten minutes later, John is taking his bare cock again doggy style and the man is calling him a jock slut and tells John to beg for his load. John begs the man to cum inside him. There is no pretense now. Over the inviting beat of Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell”, the men heard the muscle jock nurse beg their “total bottom friend” to cum in his ass. Five of them wondered if John would also take their loads. The other two men smiled at each other secure in the knowledge that John would take their loads again. Whatever happened, the men knew that “tonight was meant for me and you.” Most of them imagining John as the ‘you’.

The night air was cool as Doug walked with Jay towards his apartment his heart pounding with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment since their last encounter. Now after another very pleasant dinner date (less interrupted by texting than before), Doug was hoping this time he would be invited inside, the memory of their last kiss still fresh on his lips. "Hey, come on in," Jay said, stepping aside to let Doug enter the building. He then led Doug by the hand into the elevator and up to his floor. He opened the door to to his apartment and ushered Doug inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the room. The scent of Jay's musk was intoxicating. Like Doug, Jay obviously did not use any scent besides his own. Doug felt a shiver run through him as he took in the familiar yet exciting surroundings. "Thanks for having me over," Doug said, his voice slightly trembling. He could feel the tension building between them, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air. Jay poured them both a drink, the clink of the glasses breaking the silence. They chatted for a while. "So, here we are" he said, handing Doug a glass. They chatted for a while about this and that, after which Jay asked how the week since they met had been for him. "It was good," Doug replied, taking a sip. The alcohol burned slightly, grounding him. "Just been thinking about our last date a lot." Jay smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? What about it?" Doug felt his cheeks heat up, but he held Jay's gaze. "Just how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed... you." Jay's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to Doug. "I enjoyed you too, Doug. A lot." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Doug's cheek. "I think we both know where this is headed, don't we?" Doug nodded, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yeah, I think we do." Jay's expression softened, and he took a deep breath. "Before we do, there's something you should know. I'm HIV positive." Doug's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Jay's words. "I'm not, but it's cool with me that you are." Jay's eyes searched Doug's, looking for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he smiled softly. "Okay then..." Doug leaned in, his lips meeting Jay's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a promise, a seal of their mutual understanding and desire. Jay responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Doug's hair as he deepened the kiss. Doug moaned softly, his body pressing against Jay's, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He followed Jay into the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed inviting and promising pleasure. Jay turned to Doug, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Doug's shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. Doug's hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jay's shirt, pulling it over his head. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the biohazard tattoo under Jay's navel, a symbol of his status and his openness about it. It was a turn-on, a testament to Jay's confidence and comfort in his own skin. Jay smirked, noticing Doug's gaze. He chuckled, his hands moving to Doug's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Doug stepped out of them, his cock already hard and straining against his underwear. Jay hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down as well, freeing Doug's cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Jay's eyes darkened with desire, and he dropped to his knees, his lips wrapping around the head of Doug's cock. Doug gasped, his fingers tangling in Jay's silver hair as he was enveloped in the warm, wet heat of Jay's mouth. Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, before he took more of Doug's length into his mouth. Doug moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Jay's mouth worked magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his stomach. But Jay pulled back, his lips leaving Doug's cock with a soft pop. "I want to see your ass," Jay said, his voice rough with desire. He stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's chest, his stomach, before hooking into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them all the way down. Doug stepped out of them, his ass bare and exposed to Jay's hungry gaze. Jay's fingers traced the curve of Doug's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over Doug's hole, making him gasp and shudder. Jay chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Doug. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of poppers. "Here, take this," he said, handing it to Doug. Doug took it, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it and took a deep inhale. The rush hit him almost immediately, his body relaxing, his hole loosening. Jay's tongue swiped over his hole again, and Doug moaned, the pleasure intensified by the poppers. Jay stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's back, making him shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jay. He heard the sounds of Jay applying lube to his cock and then to Doug's hole. He could feel Jay's cock, hard and thick, pressing against his hole. He was grateful there had been no discussion of condoms. Jay pushed in slowly, his cock stretching Doug's hole, filling him inch by inch. Doug gasped, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady sensation. Jay's cock was thick, stretching him in a way that made his toes curl. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock sliding deeper into Doug's ass. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Jay groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's ass. Doug moaned, the pleasure building with each thrust. He could feel Jay's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Jay moved Doug through a number of different positions. While on his back, Doug couldn't help staring at Jay's biohazard tat as he thrust into him. Doug had been fucked by poz undetectable guys before, in fact that's mostly who he got fucked by these days however infrequently that was. But he hadn't been fucked by a guy with an overt poz themed tat. It definitely added to the arousal. Their ultimate position was back to doggie style. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Doug could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with Jay's thrusts. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, his body trembling with the need to cum. Jay's cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock head sliding into Doug's second ring. Doug gasped, Jay's cock was stretching him in a way that made him see stars, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. "I'm getting close," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Where should I cum?" Doug moaned, his body trembling with need. "Inside me, if you want" he gasped, his fingers stroking his cock faster, his body throbbing with need. "Oh, I want" Jay groaned, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel Jay's cock throbbing, his cum filling him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slowing as he emptied himself into Doug's ass. Doug then started jerking himself, turned on by the raw cock still in his hole and the cum it had deposited there. He gasped, his own cum spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. Jay's fingers traced down Doug's chest, his stomach. "That was hot," he said, his voice soft and tender. Doug nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah, it was." They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air. Doug could feel Jay's cum dripping from his ass, a reminder of their intimate connection. He felt a sense of contentment, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of longing for more. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "I should probably get going," he said, his voice reluctant. Jay nodded, his fingers tracing down Doug's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." Doug stood up, his body still trembling slightly as he pulled on his clothes. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice sincere. Jay smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and tender. Doug walked out of the apartment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the night air on his skin, the cool breeze sending shivers down his spine. He made his way home, walked into his apartment and collapsed onto his bed, his body still trembling, his body spent and satisfied, but his mind filled with thoughts of Jay and particularly sex with Jay.

The next part is up, guys. Again, it's a big part. I hope you all like the continuation of the story of Jake. Part 17 I fell asleep. A deep night, full of dreams, lust, and fulfilled feelings. A used feeling, a feeling of getting fucked so intense that my body cracked. A feeling that I'm transformed into a real slut, a slut I always have been. I can smell the aroma of sex, rough sex. A smell of sweat and a mix of cum. I turn myself around in the sheets. My ass hurts, but it does feel good. I feel some wet fluids running down my hole and leg. Slowly, I open my eyes. It's not a dream; it's me I am smelling. Sweaty, cummy sheets are covering my body. A smile on my face, from the memory of last night. Slowly, I stand up, my ass still hurting and my sphincter puffy. My ass and body are all sticky, but a hunger satisfied. Damn, how late is it? I have no idea. It looks dark still. But I see some light shining from my room. It is the panel; it is shining brightly. I walk up to the panel to see what's happening. When I get closer to it, I can see all the room numbers from the hall. With it are the matched daddies that I coupled with last night. I can see Leroy's room with his daddy, the daddy that took the cruel condom. I can see my room too, with my daddy and Felix. I click on it. Fuckkkk...!!!! there are some photos of me. Sucking them, taking their cocks, my cummy hole. There are just five of them. Nothing more… but it is enough to leave no imagination. Right under the photos, it says public. Fuckkkkk. It means they can see this all too? So Leroy... can see it too? He knows now I matched myself to the daddy he fucked with the first night, the daddy he wanted again... Fuck... he knows I took revenge... I think... I thinkkk. I actually did in some sort of way the same thing Leroy did to me with Mark. I guess that does not make me any better than him. I hope he understands. Would he? In the meantime, I click on Leroy's room. There are three photos of him. His hole close-up with his daddy's cock in him. A photo of him, bound and slapped in the face. His face looks real red and used, and one when he's lying on the bed. His sheets are covered in red fluids. I guess the cruel condom made him bleed and whored out... Damn, did I really do this? Did I make these calls? I am a bit disappointed in myself. As I start to walk to get some water, I feel my ass sting. My hole really hurts and is still very swollen. What can I do about it? In the corner of my eye, I can see the ice bucket. There is still some cum in it. It has begun to melt, but most of it is still frozen. I start to walk to it and grab it in my fingers. It feels wet, sticky, cold. Slowly, I start to play with it in my hand. Should I? It's a waste to spill their cum, isn't it? And they gave it to me... I already have some loads of them in me, so why not? And if it can prevent Mark from taking the credits for my hole and might possibly infect me, why not? Slowly but steadily, I bring the frozen cum to my hole. I put it against my swollen sphincter, and I push. It is like my hole is hungry; I just push it easily inside. It feels cold in me, sticky, melting, but it feels so good!!!! I feel my hole clench around it... Damn, I love Daddy and Felix for this. It feels so good and cold for my hole; what better medicine is there? I watch the clock. Oh... it's 3 at night, but I'm clearly awake... I take a shower and jump into my jockstrap and some shorts. It's hot, so I leave my shirt out. I guess I should take a night walk; maybe that will tire me out so I can go back to bed afterward. Slowly and silently, I open the door to my room to look into the hallway. No one is there, not even the help. Silently, I walk through the hallway, following the path until I'm outside. I feel the air touching my soft skin. I feel like some sort of newborn. I'm all alone here in the dark. Slowly, I set my path to the main pool. Maybe I should get a drink at the bar? While I walk, I am thinking in my own mind. Not really watching where I walk, just noticing small stuff. I got messed around and used by Daddy and Felix. Their watches showed they were poz. They are toxic... and I'm neg... as far as I know... I still took their loads. I loved it. I still crave them. But why??? Because I want it, because I love it, I want to give them something they are not anymore? Or does it all have to do with Mark? I really don't want to give him the honor. But did he poz me up? I know his watch lit up red. I'm still mad at him. But is that all? Or... do I really like the risky sex and crave it? It might be both... I can feel my hole itch again while I am thinking about all this. Should I just see what comes of it? Should I just have fun and fuck? Why not? It's already too late, I guess, for me. So let me take it then, I guess. My mind and body have mixed feelings about it all. But I still love it. I love to get fucked and to get loaded. I walk and walk. At some parts, I see some decorations. It looks like they are making the hotel ready for another theme day or night. I wonder what more the hotel staff has in mind for us. Slowly, I start to get closer to the main pool. Am I seeing this right? Or? No, it is... in the back, I can see some sort of red lights moving. It looks like it is staying in the same place, one swings from left to right, others are more stable. It looks like it is hip high, but what could it be? And in the middle of the night? As I slowly walk forward, it seems like I'm getting closer to it. I stop for a second and listen. I can hear slapping, groaning... Is it what I think it is? Is there someone having sex? Poz guys? It has to be... the red lights, are they coming from smart watches? It sounds like someone is taking it really good. Just like... I probably did... my heart races. Slowly, I walk forward again. Should they mind me passing, or watching, or... more? I feel my own cock swell a bit. I am getting harder, walking up there with just some shorts. My nipples are hardening from the air that's touching my skin and the horny feeling I am experiencing. Slowly, I walk to it; it's close to the pool. I can see shades of people, and they are not noticing me. I hear whimpers, groaning, laughing, and hard slapping. It has to be the balls and thighs slapping against someone's ass. My heart raced as i approach the shadows by the pool. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping grows louder, and the scene that unfold before my eyes is one of pure lust. It's Kayode, bound to a table at the side of the pool. Strapped with his arms tight over the table, legs spread and completely naked. His cock is half-hard, swinging between his legs, cum dripping from his ass down his legs and onto his cock and balls. His ass is red and torn, his body looks bruised, his head hanging down, and with each thrust, his hair waves up and down and his body bounce against and over the table. The sounds of flesh slapping and muffled grunts are filling the air, with sometimes a moan from Kayode's throat. my eyes widened, taking in the sight of Kayode distressed face and the unmistakable evidence of the rough treatment he is receiving. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, mixed with something else—resignation or perhaps even a twisted form of pleasure. The men around the table are a blur of motion, their faces shadowed by the night. I can feel my cock swell in my shorts, a silent betrayal of my emotions. I bit my lip, my hand subconsciously moving to stroke my hardening shaft as I watched the relentless assault continue. Each time the top withdraws, I can see the shimmer of cum leaking from Kayode's abused hole, only to be plunged back in with a wet slap that sends tremors through the table. Inching closer, I smell the potent aroma of sweat and sex that clings to the air. The sight of Kayode's muscular ass being mercilessly fucked by the group of men captivates me. I can't help but feel a perverse attraction to the scene. My hand tightens around my cock, stroking it in time with the pounding rhythm of the men's hips. The moon casts a silvery light across the pool's surface, reflecting the anguished expressions on the faces of Kayode and his tops, highlighting every bead of sweat and drop of cum. My eyes trace the contours of Kayode's body, from the broad shoulders to the tight, round cheeks that are being so roughly used. The sounds grow louder, the men's grunts and slaps against flesh echoing in his ears like a siren's call. "Here it comes, slut, here it comes," he growls. "Another punishing toxic load, you slut." He smashes his body hard against Kayode's ass, his cock piercing deep inside him. Pulsing, moaning... fuck... fuckkk... dammmmm... you slut... I hear him groan. He just shot a load in Kayode. Photo of the group of men Fucking Kayode. Dont miss the guy with the yellow swimming shorts. As the group of men notices my approach, their grins grow wider, the glint in their eyes sharper. One of them, the guy who just came into Kayode, withdraws his cock; a veiny, thick cock is glistening from its withdrawal, covered in cum and red ass fluids. He steps forward to me with a smile on his face. "Looks like you want a taste, don't you, boy?" while he slaps Kayode's ass. We are almost done with him, just two more, then you can have his hole. The guy walks to Kayode's face. "Lick it clean, slut," he commands, while giving him an encouraging slap on the face. I can see the pain and tiredness in Kayode's face when he slowly opens his mouth. He has no choice; this is still his punishment for breaking the rules in the roulette game. The guy slides his veiny, thick, glistening cock into his mouth. "That's it, boy, clean it...." I see Kayode shiver, disgusted by what he is tasting. Smelling and tasting the guy's cum, his own ass, his ass fluids, his torn bloody hole, and all the cum he took before. It has to be hundreds of loads, old ones from the beginning of the evening and fresh ones, all mixed up in this hole and now tasting it in his mouth. But he cleans that cock like it is his job to do so. My own cock starts to swell more, looking at it. But I can also feel the pain of Kayode. I look at his ass. It's ripped open, bloody, cummy; I can see big plops of cum in his open hole and running out of him. His sphincter is ripped. I can clearly see where the muscles are torn from each other, from all the fucks he took. Kayode's ass will never be able to close anymore; he will never be tight again. I guess... I guess... his ass will leak for his whole life. As I watch the tops, my mind twists. They look rough, like dirty bad boys. And looking at Kayode, how they use him, they are. They have to be somewhere in their 30s or 35. Maybe young daddies? A group of friends, partying here, freaking guys, spreading their seed. They might have just come out of one of their matched rooms from the daddy event. They fucked a guy relentlessly before they left their matched rooms. They might have found Kayode here on their way back and decided to fuck as a group. A shiver runs down my spine with this thought. The next guy approaches Kayode's ass-a guy in yellow swim shorts. He looks smooth and wears a small necklace. On his face, he has a small beard, which gives him a bad-boy look. He slaps Kayode's ass. Damn, that's an open hole... and he starts to grin. The red screen of his smartwatch shines on Kayode's cum leaking butt. Within a second, he drops his shorts and a hard, unshaven cock becomes visible. His cock is average, covered in veins, pulsing with every heartbeat of the guy. Right on the top of his cock, he has a piercing and on his shaft. "I am going to fuck that hole real nice and rip it even more," he laughs, while he puts the cock's head against the open, sloppy hole of Kayode. I can see Kayode react to the cold metal piercing. Then the guy just pushes it in; he does it real fast. He isn't worried about Kayode; he does not ask him if he is ready, and he definitely does not let Kayode get used to it. He just slams it in. His hips slap against Kayode's ass. The sound of the slap echoes over the swimming pool and against the hotel walls and forest. With that, I can hear a clear "yep" from Kayode. I see him stare at me, tears running down his face. He is in pain. His hole is taking another cock, tearing him even further in his already torn-up hole. I'm standing there, watching the scene unfolding before my eyes. Watching the guys slap deep and hard into Kayode's hole, ripping him open. Clearly roughing up his hole and making him bleed again. Kayode is watching me, tears in his eyes. "Please stop," he begs silently. "Please... I can't take it... my hole... my hole. It hurts. Please..." Kayode is begging silently. He's just exhausted, and his hole is in pain. The guy does not look up; he just keeps ramming his cock into his hole. "Fuck, you're open-too open," he laughs. "It's hard to feel that hole of yours around my cock," he shouts to Kayode. I'm in shock, and I'm not sure what to do now. Somehow I have to give Kayode some relief, he clearly needs it. I need to help Kayode... but how... and what will it cost me? I look to the top. How can I stop him, how? The top shouts again, "Fuck, your hole is so open.... it is so sloppy. It's almost impossible to feel your hole on my cock. Damn, I can only feel the loads inside you, you slut." While I hear Kayode hiss in pain, I react instinctively. With trembling hands, i undo my pants "Is he too loose for you, mate? That cock needs a proper ass that pleases it." In an instant, I drop my shorts, showing him my ass. With that, I think... "Fuck, did I just do this?" I can see the guy smile. "Mmmm, that ass of yours might be better indeed. Bend over, boy." I see him pulling his cock out of Kayode's ass. A big plop of cum comes running out with it. His veiny cock, covered in thick, slimy cum, is all from Kayode's ass. It has to be cum from all the fucks he took before-a mix of cum... from how many guys... who knows. He walks up to me and pushes me to bend over on the same table where Kayode lies. Our faces meet, eye to eye with Kayode. Kayode watched with a mix of shock and relief, "I'm sorry," I hear him whisper to me while I feel cold metal touching my sphincter. Kayode's eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy, but I only nod in reassurance. I feel the guy's cock against my sphincter, slowly building up the pressure. Here it comes, he shouts. I feel a sharp pain that seems to rip through me like a hot knife. I clench my fists, biting back a scream as the stranger's cock stretches me open, a burning sensation of the piercing tearing through me, roughing up the walls of my hole. The cum from Kayode's ass coated the guy's cock and piercing, making the entry slicker, but no less painful. My own cock, which had been semi-erect from the arousal of the situation, now grows rock hard as the man's rough hands grip my hips, holding me in place. I can feel the cold metal of the piercing digging in, ripping my hole open, a constant reminder of the foreign object that is now claiming my body. Each time the man pulls out, a string of cum and sweat clings to the piercing, only to be pushed back in with the next powerful thrust. My ass is in a maelstrom of sensation. The pierced cock thrusts into me with a ferocity that is both terrifying and exhilarating. I feel myself being split open, the metal piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body with every thrust. Each time the man's thighs smack against me, the piercing digs deeper, the sensation almost too much to bear. Yet, amidst the agony, there is an undeniable thrill-a sense of belonging, of being claimed in the most primal of ways. I moan loudly, my body shaking with each powerful thrust from the pierced man behind me. My own cock bobs with the rhythm, smearing pre-cum on the table below. Despite the pain, I feel a strange sense of pride-a fierce determination not to let Kayode down, not to show weakness in front of the crowd of men who had used him so brutally. As the pierced man continues to pound into me with unbridled passion, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps echo. A new figure emerges from the shadows, a grin spreading across his face as he takes in the scene before him. "Looks like the party's still going," he says out loud. Dave just in time to join, the pierced guy says to him, while he thrusts his cock deep into me. His voice is a low, gruff rumble. The guy, called Dave, is only wearing some shorts. He has some chest hair, a bit of a sunburn, tattoos on his arms, short dark hair, and a small unshaven beard. He looks like a bad boy, a thug, a real jerk. photo of Dave I watch him while he is coming closer. I guess... he just came from the daddy event and fucked a guy there. His eyes lock onto me, me bent over and getting fucked by his friend. His cock is clearly half-hard in his shorts, from the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He steps up to the table while his hand reaches out to touch the bruised and abused skin of Kayode. Kayode's eyes grow wider; he thought that he had a break but is clearly unsure now. Instead of pity, there is a glint of excitement in Dave's eyes as he runs his fingers over the gaping, cum-filled hole before him. Kayode's eyes widen in disbelief as Dave approaches, "You thought you were done, didn't you?" Dave says, his voice a low, seductive purr that sends a shiver down Kayode's spine. "But the night's still young, and there's so much more I want to do to that pretty ass of yours." He reaches out and runs his thumb over the leaking sphincter, smearing the cum that coats it, eliciting a whimper from the bound man. Dave's shorts hang low on his hips, the waistband digging into the ample flesh of his thighs, and as he stands before Kayode, his cock strains against the fabric. It's a monstrous thing, thick and veiny, with a wicked curve that promises pain as much as pleasure. His hands are rough, his nails bitten down to the quick, and there's a glint of mischief in his eye that says he knows exactly what he's doing. Without a word, Dave reaches down and rips the shorts off, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. The head of his cock is a dark, angry red, and the veins pulse with the promise of an intense release. He steps closer to the table, the tip of his cock grazing against the side of Kayode's cheek, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. Kayode looks at me, our gaze locked on each other, silently begging for reassurance from me. I am lying next to him, my body bouncing with each thrust the pierced guy makes. My mind lost in pain and pleasure, doing a job I need to do, giving up my hole. I nod slightly to Kayode. The gesture is seen by Dave, who seems to take it as all the encouragement he needs as he lines his cock up with Kayode's gaping, cum-leaking ass. With a sadistic grin, Dave presses forward. His thick, mushroom-shaped cock head breaches the already abused and ripped sphincter with ease. A strangled scream is torn from Kayode's throat as a new cock fills him up, fucking him deeper than the pierced cock had. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, but it's not unwelcome. It looks like he craves the rough, painful touch that these men give him, and Dave is more than happy to oblige. A tear runs down his eye, but with a small smile on his face. my gaze gets atracted to Dave's smartwatch, wile it lights up red. He is Poz.... he is poz to.... fucking Kayode. Dave's strokes are deep and brutal, his hips slamming into the table with enough force to shake the entire structure. His hands grip Kayode's waist, holding him in place as he uses him like the fuck toy he has become. Each thrust sends a jolt of pain through Kayode's body, but it's a pain that's become almost sweet in its intensity. We are both getting fucked next to each other, both with smiles on our faces and both clearly in some pain. As Dave starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the air, punctuated by the wet, squelching noises of his cock plunging into Kayode's abused hole. The men around us murmur and groan, their own lust stoked by the sight of two beautiful bodies being used so mercilessly. My eyes never leave Kayode's as I take the relentless pounding from the pierced man behind me. Each thrust sends waves of pain crashing into me, but I can see a strange, almost masochistic ecstasy in my friend's gaze. It's a look that tells me that despite our situation, there's a perverse beauty in the connection we share-a bond forged through the fires of pain and pleasure. The pierced man's trust grows more vigorous, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It sounds like he is nearing his climax. I can feel the man's cock swell within me, the piercing pushing against my tender walls. Ripping and tearing as it stretches him to the brink. The pain is intense, like a hot knife ripping through my insides. It has to be his piercing doing this. I clench my teeth and take it all, my own cock bobbing in time with the rhythm of the fucking, precum leaking from the tip. With a roar, the man slams into me one last time, his piercing tearing through my insides, bruising and ripping me open. A final, brutal thrust. I can feel the man's hot seed flooding my insides, the sensation so foreign and overwhelming that I can't help but cry out, my body spasming around his cock. The men around them cheer and shout, urging on the display of raw sex before them. I moan loudly together with the pierced man. I feel his warm cum shooting deep inside me, his cock pulsing and his metal piercing deep in me. We stay like this for a minute, his cock slowly getting softer and his cum finding a path to drip out of my hole. Then he pulls out; I can feel the emptiness that follows, a stark contrast to the fullness that had so recently consumed me. My ass feels raw, bruised, and utterly claimed. Yet, as I feel the man's cum dribble out of me, mixed with the cum from Kaode's ass that he used as lube, there's a part of me that's eager for more. The pain has become a strange sort of comfort, a reminder that I am alive and feeling. Dave's gaze flicks from the glistening mess of cum that spills out of Kayode's ass to my tight, smooth ass, where only a drip of cum is running down-a completely different view compared to Kayode. He licks his lips before he even starts to move. Dave notices that the pierced man is finished with me and that the whole group has just left us alone. He roughly pulls his cock out of the exhausted Kayode, his cock glistening with a mixture of cum and sweat. The sound of his cock slipping out of the torn sphincter is wet and obscene, making my stomach clench in a mix of fear and anticipation. Dave crosses the small space between Kayode and me, his cock bobbing with excitement. He doesn't bother with any pretense of gentleness as he shoves his hand into the warm, sticky, cum-filled hole of Kayode's, his hand turning and pushing in Kayode's hole. Kayode's sphincter all wrecked, so he can't resist and can only endure. Dave pulls out a fistful of cum after a few seconds and smears it onto his own cock. The action is so primal, so utterly depraved, that it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. His cock all lubed with cum from other men, cum dripping down onto his now wet, cummy, glistening cock. The cum uses the veins on his cock like a highway, running down to the head of his cock where a big cum drop is forming-a drop of mixed cum from all the men that fucked Kayode. I know what's coming next, and despite the pain I have already taken, I can't help but want it. With a grin that's all teeth, Dave leans in and starts to whisper in my ear, "Your turn to fuck him," his hot breath a stark contrast to the cool night air. He gives me a little push, and I stumble forward, my own cock now standing at attention. I look to Kayode, who nods weakly, his eyes glazed over but a spark of life still burning within them. My hand trembles as I reach down to touch my friend's bruised, used body. I have never felt so conflicted-a strange mix of disgust and desire swirling in my gut. But as my hand wraps around my cock and I line it up with Kayode's ravaged ass, I know there's no going back. I slide my cock into Kayode's hole with surprising ease, the cum in his hole acting as a lubricant. I gasp at the feeling of my cock being enveloped by Kayode's warmth. Dave watches with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it," he purrs, "now I want you to fuck him while I fuck you." The words send a thrill of terror through me, but I feel my body respond, eager to obey the command. I start to thrust slowly into Kayode, each movement sending waves of agony and ecstasy through both of us, our bodies joined in a dance of pain and submission. I'm fucking my friend Kayode... for the first time.... I feel cum floating in his ass, while my cock pushes in and out slowly. It is coating against his walls and my cock, dripping out of his hole each time I go deeper inside him. Cum drips over my shaft down my balls. I'm trying to be gentle, so I don't hurt him. Kayode has had so many cocks now; he is so roughened up. My cock slides in and out of the destroyed hole; the feeling of power and dominance is overwhelming me. I can't believe I am doing this. It feels so wrong that it's almost right. Meanwhile, Dave steps up behind me, his massive cock still slick with cum from Kayode's ass. He presses it against my quivering hole, and with a firm hand on the back of my neck, he guides me back onto his shaft. I can feel his wet, sticky, cum-covered cock against my sphincter. So wet and cum-covered, using it like he is extremely lubed up. My sphincter just can't resist. He presses hard, and his cock slides into me. Fuckkkkk..... dammmmmmm. Auchhhhh. He presses deep. The cum on his cock, lubing and coating the walls of my hole inside me. He is massive. His cock is so thick and huge that I shiver. He is pushing against my prostate, pressing on, so it passes further, deep against my second hole, but also ripping that open. I moan loud..... fuckkkkk. And he slides even deeper. The head of his cock pushes deep beyond my second hole, till his balls touch my ass. He is in. I'm all filled up; I feel stretched, I feel pain, I feel cum inside me. The sensation of being filled from both ends is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable as Dave's cock stretches me open while I fuck my friend Kayode. I can feel the heat of Dave's body, the slap of flesh as we move together. Dave's grip tightens on my neck, forcing me to arch my back and push deeper into Kayode. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his words a stream of filthy encouragement that only serve to drive my own desperation higher. "Fuck him," Dave growls, his hips bucking as he starts to thrust into me with a rhythm that matches my movements. "Make him feel it, make him scream," he growls again. My ass clenches around Dave's thick cock as I obey, my own cock pumping in and out of Kayode's ravaged hole with a fervor that surprises me. The pain is intense, but it's a pain that I now crave, a pain that fuels my own climax. With each powerful thrust, I feel myself getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter. Dave's hands are everywhere-one hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping me in place, the other hand smacking my ass, leaving a red handprint. His cock is like a knife, driving into me without mercy, the head of it brushing against my prostate with every stroke, while he pushes it deep inside of me beyond my second hole. My eyes roll back in my head, a silent scream of agony and pleasure tearing from my throat as I'm sandwiched between the two men. Kayode's body shakes with each thrust, his muscles spasming from the abuse he's taken. Yet, as he feels my cock pounding in him, something changes. There's a spark of life that returns to his eyes, a hunger that wasn't there before. He starts to push back into me, meeting my thrusts with a desperation that seems to fuel the fire burning within him. I can feel the pressure building in my own balls, the pain from Dave's monstrous cock only serving to heighten the pleasure of fucking my friend. I can't believe I am doing this, that I am becoming a willing participant in this depraved act. But as I watch the pleasure-pain play out across Kayode's face, I know this is what all three of us crave now in this moment. Dave's grip on my neck tightens, his other hand coming around to grip my hip, pulling me back onto his cock with bruising force. "You like that, don't you?" he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. "You like being the little slut in the middle of this train?" I can't form words, but my moaning is all the answer Dave needs. The thickness of Dave's cock stretches my hole to its limits, the pain so intense that it borders on unbearable. Yet, with each brutal thrust, I feel my own cock getting harder, sliding in and out of Kayode's wrecked ass with a wet, slapping sound. My mind is a whirlwind of lust and pain. Dave's grip on my hips is like iron, holding me in place as he thrusts into me without mercy. Each time he pulls out, I can feel my insides clench around the thick shaft, desperate to keep it inside. When Dave slams back in, it's as if my entire body is being torn apart, the pain so sharp it makes me see stars. My ass is a battlefield, a place where Dave's mighty force meets me and crashes into me, leaving me feeling utterly used and destroyed. Fuckkk…… Fuckkkk…… Dammmm…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkk….. I keep moaning. The head of Dave's cock hits the bruised and swollen walls of my insides, causing me to cry out with every thrust. The pain is exquisite, a symphony of agony that resonates throughout my entire being. Yet, it's not just pain-there's a dark, twisted pleasure that accompanies it, a sense of being claimed so completely by this monstrous cock. My ass is ripped apart, my insides feel like a crime scene where Dave's big cock is destroying me. I can feel my own cock, still hard and pulsing with each thrust, sliding in and out of Kayode's used hole. I am fucking Kayode with a ferocity that matches the relentless pounding I am receiving from behind. Kayode's eyes are half-lidded, his body trembling as he feels my cock crashing in and out of his hole with each powerful thrust of Dave. His torn sphincter clenches around my cock, desperately trying to keep me inside him while I'm getting fucked hard myself. Despite the pain, Kayode's own cock is hard, leaking a steady stream of precum that pools on the table beneath him. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, a symphony of raw, animalistic lust that seems to echo off the concrete hotel walls. Kayode is moaning out loud now. His body, too, is a testament to the brutal pleasure we are all sharing. His cock is rock-hard, the head a dark red from being denied release for so long. His eyes are locked on me; the unspoken communication between us is a silent symphony of pain and desire. He clearly feels the beginnings of his own orgasm, his prostate swollen and begging for relief. I can feel it with every thrust my cock pushes into his hole. Dave's grip on me tightens, his thrusts growing more erratic. I can feel his cock swell inside me, the pressure building as Dave seems to hold back his climax. The pain is so intense that I can't tell if I am about to cum or pass out, my hole roughly fucked and torn. I feel wounds in my ass being roughly ripped apart, as if he's going to poke through the walls of my ass at any moment. The pain is almost unbearable, but I want his cock deep inside me. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his voice a guttural growl. "You're going to cum for me," he commands, his words a declaration of ownership. "You're going to fill his ass up with your hot, sweet cum." The very idea of it sends a jolt of excitement through me, my cock jerking inside Kayode's stretched hole. Our movements become a frenzy of passion and pain as we all race toward climax. The table beneath us shakes, threatening to give way under the force of our depraved union. My strokes become more erratic, my breathing shallow and desperate as I feel the inevitable building deep within me. Dave's grunts grow louder, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that speaks of his own approaching release. His hand snakes around my waist, finding my balls and giving them a rough squeeze. "Do it," he hisses, "cum for me, cum in him." And with those words, I feel my cock burst within him, my seed spurting a thick rope of cum into the depths of Kayode's ass, filling him up and painting his insides with my hot, sticky essence. Kayode's eyes go wide as he feels the warmth of my cum inside him, his own orgasm following close behind. His body jerks and convulses, his cock spurting cum across the table, his hole tightening around my shaft as if trying to draw out every last drop. The sensation of being filled and bred by me, his friend, is overwhelming. Kayode lets out a scream that's part pleasure, part pain, and all raw need. My body goes slack as I empty myself into Kayode, my eyes rolling back in my head. The feeling of my cock pulsing inside my friend's ass, the tightness that's been with me for so long finally giving way to release, feels so good. I am lost in the moment, the pain of my own ass being ravaged by Dave's thick cock momentarily forgotten. But the reprieve is short-lived as Dave's grunts become louder, more insistent. I feel the man's cock swell even further, his shaft grinding over my prostate with a pressure that's almost too much to bear. His cock thrusts so deep in me, so big and thick. And then, with a roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the hotel, Dave cums, his hot seed filling my ass with a force that makes me scream. The thick, sticky cum spurts deep inside me, coating my raw, torn tissue within me. The sensation of being claimed so completely by this brutal, primal force sends me spiraling over the edge, a second orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I am having an anal orgasm, just after I came in Kayode's hole. I feel my body spasm around Dave's cock, my muscles clenching and releasing in a desperate bid to milk every last drop from the man's swollen balls. Dave's grip relaxes, and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he pulls out, his cum dribbling from my abused hole, mixed with my red ass fluids. My legs give out, and I collapse onto Kayode. My breathing is raw, hard panting. David's seed leaks out of me, mingling with the cum that already coats my thighs. Kayode watches through half-closed eyes as Dave steps back, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. David's chest heaves with exertion, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks down at the two of us. He reaches down and runs a thumb through the mess on the table, over Kayode's hole, to mine, bringing the cum that's leaking from us and pressing it all inside of me. I can feel his sticky thumb pushing into me, massaging all the mixed cum from more than a hundred men inside my hole. He laughs. The air is silent except for the harsh breathing of us three, thick with the scent of sex and the coppery tang of blood. My ass feels like it's on fire; the piercing has left several small tears that now burn with the residue of Dave's climax. A sticky, uncomfortable reminder of the brutal fucking I've just endured. Dave steps back, grabbing my underwear that's lying on the ground and wipes his cock clean on it, making my underwear sticky and full of cum. "You two make a fine pair of cum dumpsters," he sneers, his voice thick with disdain. "You're both so eager to be filled up, aren't you?" He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes off the hotel walls and palm trees. Kayode and I lay there, panting and trembling, our bodies a mess of cum and sweat. We can't even find the energy to protest as Dave says his goodbye, his words a parting shot that stings like a slap. "You know you'll both be bent over soon again," he adds with a wink, as if the thought of them being fucked is the most delicious secret he could share. Our eyes follow him as he walks away, the sound of his steps on the concrete a fading echo in the dark. We are left alone, our asses still quivering from the relentless assault. Kayode's voice is barely a whisper when he finally speaks. "Jake... please... you need to get back to your hotel room and rest before... before others pass by." His words are slurred, his mouth dry from the exertion. I nod, my own eyes glazed with the pain and pleasure that still resonates through my body. Slowly, I pull my cock back out of Kayode's hole, taking some loads of cum with me, with a plop, dripping down his ass onto the table. Kayode pushes himself up a bit with all the power he has left, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on my mouth. "Thank you," he murmurs, the words thick with emotion. Kayode's own voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks. "Thank you for being here, Jake, really. For... for sharing this with me... for being my friend. For... for everything." The words are a stark contrast to the brutal scene that has just unfolded. "Now go," he whispers again. "Leave me; I deserve this punishment. Go..." while he falls back onto the table, his arms still chained to it. I can feel a tear running down my eye and cheek as I watch him. I turn around, grabbing my sticky, cummy underwear as I pull it on, feeling Dave's cum on my ass, cock, and balls. Whit my shorts in my hand, I walk off into the darkness, not looking back. Just leaving him there. ready for another predator that takes his ass. I run back to my hotel room, and crash into my bed. My ass still leaking in my sticky underwear. I feel fulfilled, used, tired and sorry for Kayode as I fall into a deep sleep.

Hi Guys: Thanks for all your kind words over the years about my story "The Ten." Here is my final chapter...and although this story is coming to a close, I will be back with more exploits of different guys, different situations, in the future. Thanks again! **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** FINALE: INSIDE THE BLUE TENT Once the bedroom set had been delivered, I made good use of it getting more guys into the brotherhood. Josh from Alaska, newly pozzed and highly toxic with my potent strain, recommended me to a few of his buddies who wanted the bug from the original source and I gladly complied, bringing a total of 9 other Alaska dudes into the poz world, my HIV strain working their bodies over and, most crucially, imposing the need to seed onto their minds. A few months later, when Josh texted me a link to a story in an Anchorage paper about an unexplained rise in Alaska HIV infections, I just smiled and took quiet pride in helping my newly poz brothers, and making plans with Eric for a 7th X tattoo. As for Furniture Guy Tom and I had met a few times at his studio and I even brought a couple of co-workers to buy some custom pieces from him. We also met for coffee and long walks a few times. One such time, he got very emotional and finally revealed the reason that, despite the instant and obvious attraction, he pulled away from me that evening at his workshop. “I was on PrEP pills for awhile, but I had a bad reaction to it. The doctor switched me to the once-a-month injection but still I had bad side effects…my body just couldn’t take it. So, when I saw all your….body art…” he said, trailing off. “So you know what it all means, then? My tats and the Xs? Did they freak you out a bit?” “Yeah, I think I know…a couple of my buddies chased it and caught it, and if that’s what they wanted, good for them, I guess. And a couple more guys I know weren’t really looking for it, but just lax in taking PrEP and eventually they turned up poz.” “So, you’re neg and not on PrEP and you don’t want to be poz, right,” I asked him, taking hold of his hand which trembled a bit in mine. I brushed a wisp of his hair back behind his ear. “I like you, Tom,” I continued “A lot. I haven’t felt a real connection like that with anyone in a very long time. And although I love my life and I have no regrets or qualms about my sex life and what the impact of it is, I knew I always would want to try a relationship again.” “Randy, I feel the same way about you…and I want us to be together. But, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be poz, and I know you don’t or won’t ever use condoms.” “No, that’s true, I won’t ever have a condom on me, or in me. Never. Men are meant to spread their seed.” “How many have you…how did you say it last week…’brought into the brotherhood?,’” he asked me, looking up from his empty coffee cup. “You know what these X’s represent,” I asked him. As he shook his head “no,” I filled him in on their meaning. “I’m part of an informal club called “The Ten.” It started with a dare, really, to poz up 10 willing chasers and then we’d get an X tattooed across our abs. I have 6 Xs now, Tom, and when I go to San Francisco next week, I’m getting my 7th tattooed. I’m pozfather to over 70 guys that I know about, and those 70 guys have spread it to countless others. And I’m not even nearly the most prolific member of the Club. We’re all super multiple cummers with huge loads, and spreading HIV is such a thrill, our cocks never go down until we’ve shot multiple toxic loads -- my buddies Eric and Keith and Sir Mack are well over 100 known pozzings…and hundreds more unknown ones.” “Wow, I had no fucking idea this was even a thing!” he exclaimed. I knew some guys chased it but not that there was an organized effort like that!. That’s amazing, Randy, but I gotta say, I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.” “That’s fair, Tom,” I told him, “it’s not for everybody, but it is growing in popularity and interest. We’ve even got a stall at the Folsom St Fair next week, and we’re setting up a space in a big tent, kind of an after-party for anyone we meet at the Fair who wants an upgrade. It’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Just thinking of the future mass pozzings we’re gonna spread makes my cock strain in my jeans and Tom reaches down under the table to touch it which sends it to even a harder, more engorged state. “I think I understand, Randy,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want to be poz…” he trailed off and looked up at me and then I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the hot furniture maker, anywhere further than coffee dates, anyway. It was an impasse I knew we couldn’t overcome. We parted that day with a long hug, and he turned down the street resignedly. I honestly didn’t know when – or whether, I’d see him again. I got in my usual gym session and got back home to get on a Zoom call with my poz brethren about Folsom St Fair – we made some final arrangements about the profile cards we’d be handing out, and the plan was in place. A week later, flying down to SFO, I was abuzz with anticipation about the booth at the Fair and the special surprise we had for the lucky chasers. In my mind, I had turned the page on Tom, so although I was sad about not being with him, I was eager and ready to bring some more guys into the wonderful world of the poz brotherhood. Setting up the booth was easy – our banner ‘Join The Ten,’ with a large reflective biohazard symbol shined in the sun. Eric, Keith, Sir Mack and I stripped off our shirts to display the tats signifying us as mass pozzinators. As the temperature heated up, we lost our leather shorts and stood at our booth proudly displaying our pierced pozzing weapons for all to admire. A few guys who stopped at our booth walked away in disgust, shaking their heads as they went, but many, many more were intrigued and we handed out our profile cards which displayed our stats like baseball cards: Last known Viral Load, how many pozzed, tattoos, etc…This brought more interest and we made a few more appointments for later for them to join the club. Interest was high…an hour in, Caleb, the 19-year old Berkeley student I pozzed along with his twin brother, strolled by and we reconnected with a loud recharge pozfuck right in the street against a chain-link fence, my poz cock unleashed the first of many toxic loads into the twink’s poz hole. Passers-by watched and stroked their cocks and recorded the Caleb’s recharge for social media, hashtag #TheTen☣️ Other guys passed by all afternoon, either taking one of our cards or proudly showing off their own poz tats, a sea of biohazard symbols, + signs, blood droplets, scorpions, and a few simply with the words POZ or HIV or AIDS emblazoned across their skin. One hot guy had his cock tattoed with a rattlesnake spewing venom, and I took the opportunity to go back to my Caleb-fucking spot against the fence and bent over to take his poison snake up my infected hole, his weapon spraying 8 or 9 shots of pure HIV into my hole. At last, the Fair was winding down. We made a few more appointments for the conversion treatment for later, and we packed up and made our way over to the notorious Ringgold Alley, where the tent was set up in the parking lot of a warehouse owned by somebody Eric has pozzed years earlier. As we walked up, we spied our special guest, filmmaker Todd Verow, himself a bug-chaser, setting up his video equipment. All the invitees who consented to be filmed would get their poz upgrades recorded so they could look back on the proud moment when HIV entered their bodies and changed their lives! Todd is a hot fucker himself and of course, we were gonna take the opportunity to bring him into the brotherhood as well, once the filming was done. The tent was divided into 2 sections, the first of which was lined up with mattresses, fuck benches and a sling, and the second had three portable medical exam tables arrayed one by one. I walked in to see the Idealistic Young Doctor there, wearing an open lab coat and nothing else but a fat metal cockring. He was readying alcohol pads and syringes for his part of the process. On the right side, I saw my brother mass infectors Eric, Keith and Sir Mack hard and stroking their cocks, each of them pierced, engorged and ready to breed. Between them, over 200 chasers had been infected with their strains of HIV and those 200+ men spread their seed all over the world, infecting thousands more. I took my place alongside them, greeting each with a deep kiss and a tug on their cocks, appreciating what they had all done for me and how together we had some small part in the burgeoning normalization, appreciation and enjoyment of HIV in gay circles. At the precise time of 5:00pm, our first appointment arrived. “Welcome,” Doctor Matthew announced. “Are you Blake?” Blake, a young twink of about 22, nodded and the Doctor ran through the choices: First, you get to decide which of these 4 hot poz men will breed you – they’re all super toxic. Then, once he has deposited his load in your hole, we’ll complete the process with some blood fresh from him to you. Here, sign this form and then pick your pozzer.” Blake studied each of our profile cards which we handed out at the Fair, while Todd readied his camera to zoom in on the guy’s neg hole; finally Blake selected Sir Mack as his pozfather, leaning over the fuckbench. Mack, the most prolific pozzer among us (as well as the most-toxic), then opened the festivities with a brushing of Blake’s neg hole, preparing it for the life-changing serum he would infect the guy with. This was followed by a brutal fucking from Sir as he drilled his fat toxic cock deep into the young guy’s guts. Blake winced and yelped at the anal invasion, but Mack just drove it in harder, covered the kid’s mouth and held his head down into the fuckbench. Pretty soon, our next appointments filtered in, staggering every 10 minutes. I got the 2nd customer, Davis, a 30-ish Asian dude with barely a hair on his body, except for dark circles of fuzz around his neg hole. I was pre-cumming already and lubed up my unmedicated pole with the precum that was swimming with my HIV, readying the guy’s hole with a quick brushing. A few brushes in his pussy completed, I drove my weapon deep into his fuckchute, precumming all the way and in no time I was balls-deep in the guy, bringing him roughly into the poz brotherhood – well, if my toxic load didn’t do it, the blood slam coming up surely would. Just the thought of it got my cock harder and with urgency and precision, sprayed 10 shots of venomous seeds into the dude. I wasted no time in dragging him over to Doctor Matthew, who was just finishing up with Blake, a syringe of Sir Mack’s blood freshly drawn from the infected Master and shot into the arm of the young lad Blake, completing his conversion and marking him as a poz breeder. Tears of gratitude streamed down Blake’s pretty little face, for he knew now his goal was achieved, and quest was completed. Filmmaker Todd handed him a video card of the conversion and off Blake went to spread the wealth. Matthew moved along to me, I reclined against the exam table while my victim Davis lay on it, wiped out from the brutal fucking he received from me, my unmedicated load seeping into him and I watched Doctor withdraw a syringe of my blood from my arm and inject it into Davis who trembled and whimpered a bit, but took the conversion well. I could see Eric and Keith deep inside the next customers, Sir Mack, having pozzed Blake now, moved over to the waiting area but was soon called over to breed the next guy. And so it went on and on, one or more of us continuously breeding the chasers with our poz loads and then our poz blood. Doctor Matthew stroking his cock all the time he was administering the treatment to the chasers, a couple of times, the doctor’s own poz load shooting into the face and mouth of the guy as he inserted the needle with the poz blood. Filmmaker Todd, meanwhile had filmed each conversion – all the guys so far consented to the filming – and by the 3rd hot poz breeding, Todd had one hand on his camera and the other on his hard thick negative cock. Todd knew he’d be upgraded to poz tonight but first we had 20 more appointments lined up. Now, all of us poz brethren are ever-hard multi-cumming machines, but to make sure we stay that way during the long session, each of us took a Trimix shot from Doctor Matthew before we had begun. Our cocks were so hard and rigid, even after cumming and pozzing multiple guys, I was hoping for some walk-ins who maybe heard what was going down in the blue tent on Ringgold Alley. Pretty soon, the pozzing extravaganza was almost over, it was a blur of neg holes getting fucked and inseminated and syringes of red poz elixir taken from us and injected into willing bugchasers. And even though my cock, by Todd’s count, had shot 9 loads, it remained rockhard and leaking, waiting for the next. Finally, the “next” was Todd himself, who assumed position on the mattress, riding Eric whose fat poz pole pistoned up and down into Todd’s beautiful neg ass. He leaned forward over Eric, making the classic opening for a double-fuck. I wasted no time, beating out Sir and Keith into the prime double penetration position and my own stiff infected cock drilled into Todd’s quivering asshole, alongside Eric’s and we soon had our alternating strokes, deep into the filmmaker’s cunt. I could feel Eric’s cock against mine, his 0g PA clanking against mine. Gradually, Eric began to shake and shudder and with a loud explosion, he shot huge streams of his full-blown AIDS deep into Todd’s gaping hole. I knew I was right behind him and without any delay, my own toxic cock impregnated him as well. Doctor Matthew, watching this hot scene, rushed over with 2 syringes. “Stay as you are, guys,” he commanded, and he quickly drew another syringe of Eric’s venomous blood and one of mine, and with our cocks still hard and leaking up inside the filmmaker, injected Todd with them both at the same time. Keith, videotaping this event for Todd, proclaimed “Welcome to the Class of 2025!” “You’ll never know for sure who your Poz Daddy is, Todd,” I whispered into his ear, giving him a little more push inside him with my bugged-up cock. Eric’s AIDS-pole joined me in driving deeper into the guy’s ass. We know we have just pozzed Todd, fulfilling his wish after years or trying to poz up. He is one of us now! Now, I am truly wiped out, and after our joint infection of filmmaker Todd, we dismount and Eric and I collapse into each other’s arms. Todd, not satisfied, being the cumwhore that he is, brings over Sir Mack and Keith and they proceed to double-fuck and breed him as well, also taking syringes of their blood from Doctor Matthew as well. He is good and truly pozzed now! We are just about to close up shop, pridefully recalling the over 25 guys we have pozzed here with our loads and our blood, laughing at the sheer depravity of it all, when, with my back turned, I hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, my plane was delayed. Am I too late?” It’s Tom. MY Tom. “There’s only one guy I want it from, if that’s OK,” he says, walking over to me. He’s got on leather chaps and his ass, which to this point, I’ve never seen before, is round and beautiful and just waiting for plundering. “What are you doing here,? I ask him, stunned to see him. “You sure about this,” drawing him in for a deep tongue kiss. “Totally,” he whispers, “and you have to do it for me. I don’t want to be without you in my life, and I want to share it all with you, including your strain.” “OK, but let’s skip the blood slam this time,” suddenly switching into romantic mode, “I’m super toxic and my loads will be enough.” After a deep loving fuck, I blew my load up Tom’s hole, feeling full and truly wiped out. Eric, Mack, Keith, Matthew and Todd all broke into a round of applause. As I kept my leaking poz cock deep inside his guts, we kissed deeply and I knew then my purpose was to spend my life with him, sharing what was now “our” strain, and laughing to myself at the irony of it all; for although I had spent so many years pozzing up chasers, it was a non-chaser who ended up capturing me.

G sensed my panic. My eyes shot wide open, staring right into his. We had been discovered! He didn't seem too concerned, and for a brief moment I wondered how many men he had bedded in this clearing. How many asses had been changed forever in this picturesque place. "What the fuck!?!" Wait, I recognized that voice. Where did I know it from??? And from what direction was it coming? Could they see me? My face? Was I about to be exposed as some pervert in the woods? "Well damn, this is HOT!" Even worse, I realized we had been watched by someone who enjoyed what he saw before him. G broke our extended kiss, and moved up to straddle my stomach. I was pinned under him, my cock smashed against my own groin by his beefy ass crack which now straddled it perfectly. I was rock hard of course, but I had no access to relieve my own throbbing member. "You should take a load off. Or, shoot one off." G said, with a chuckle. I realized he must have known or recognized who it was. And he was inviting them to join in. "Don't mind if I do!" I heard the rustling of clothes being quickly discarded, and I could tell the unknown figure was beginning to straddle the log right behind G. Gerry leaned forward and I realized he was preparing to take a cock up his own ass! No wonder he was so far gone, with his filthy strain! He was just taking cock and cum from anyone who happened to stumble across. I became immediately aware of the cum leaking from my hole and realized it was even MORE noxious a brew than I had initially feared. And yet, I had misread the situation a bit. I felt a hand pull my hard cock free from under G, his forward lean having exposed most of it. The hand stroked it a few times, and then let it fall forward--my helmet lodged right at the opening to G's ass. My cock head was still slick with my own cum, and the hand held it steady as G leaded backward ever so slightly. The stranger pulled his hand down, retracting my foreskin as G's ass lips parted and accepted my cummy, sensitive pink head. I felt his ass lips close around the ridge where my head met my shaft, and then he stopped. The stranger released my cock, and reached down for my legs and began pulling them up. As he raised them, my cock began sliding into G's ass as my pelvis rose. I felt my hole rise and expose itself to the unknown quantity behind G, and I realized that this person was going to fuck ME, as I fucked G. A cock head pushed forward into my ass, past my swollen ass lips and through an opening that still hadn't quite fully closed. No lube was needed, and the stranger placed about 3 inches in me before stopping and shuffling himself forward. Each movement of his body pushed more of his cock into me. It wasn't quite as thick as G's, but it seemed to push through my second ring just as he bottomed out. Quickly the cock began to develop and in-and-out rhythm, sliding effortlessly on a blanket of foul seed that coated and continued to leak from my hole. The cock was hard as a pipe, and I could tell from the raspy breathing that this person wouldn't last long. The constant thrusting and withdrawing had created a rhythm of movement for my own dick, as it slid in and out of G. G, of course, was rocking himself forward and backward to meet the thrusts the stranger was creating. I knew I wouldn't last long myself, and I felt my balls begin to pull up just as the stranger's did as well. We exploded in unison, his cock lodged deep in my hole, G's ass clamped on mine. I fought not to black out from the intensity of the sensations, my ass throbbing on a random cock that was exploding in my ass at the same time my own ejaculate rocketed into G. The sensation was intense, and I felt a burning deep inside me as the cum roared forth from my piss slit into G's ass. I was partially successful, as I remained conscious but found myself unable to process the sounds and sights around me for a moment. As I came around that minute or two later, the cock in my ass had resumed its rhythm and my own had softened to the point where I was falling out of G, spent. G looked into my eyes and smiled, and slowly pulled forward and allowed my cock head to fall down onto my stomach with a wet plop. I looked down and saw a blob of white cum land on the underside of my cock head; it had leaked from G's hole--I had cum a ton. He slowly began to dismount me, sliding off the log to my right. And as he drifted to my side, I realized the stranger holding my legs, and deep-dicking my ass... was Dirk. It all made sense now. If G knew Dirk, then Dirk must be poz as well! He wasn't thin, he was wasted from disease. Those purple blotches all over his body must have been lesions, and I assumed he was just as toxic as I now knew G was. And then I remembered those same lesions had been present on Ryan and Drew, who Dirk was friends with. I began to realize that likely every load I had taken over the last week or so was quite likely toxic cum. G confirmed it. "This is an old friend of mine, his name is..." "Dirk." I managed to croak out. G looked at me puzzled, then looked at Dirk who met his gaze and smiled. G realized we knew each other, and there was likely only one way that could have been. "Wait, so you know Dirk? When did you two meet?" "Last night," Dirk coo'ed. "Oh my god this ass is as good as I remember it, though a good bit looser. How long were you in it, G?" "Three loads long," he responded. "And he knows now." "Oh good, I tried not to spill the beans, wasn't sure if he was just another slut I'd never see again last night. Didn't want him runnin' to the doc!" "Oh I tagged him last weekend, so he's well past that out." "FUUUUCCCKKKK..." and with that I felt Dirk slam and twich as he unloaded a second time in my ass. "God, I love shooting my cum inside a neg bottom. IS he neg?" G chuckled and looked at me. "I think he WAS neg." "I was..." I heard myself say, almost ruefully. "Well, if you've been taking G's loads, you definitely won't be. And mine won't help you at all," Dirk said with an evil smile as he continued to twitch inside my hole. "You look a bit rough, just like last night, so I'm guessing there's a good chance you're already converting. G's seed is pretty powerful, and it never takes long." My head tilted toward G, and I felt a tear escape on that side of my face. He stepped forward and wiped it away as he knelt down and planted his lips on mine for a moment. "Oh my, G, have you actually fallen for one???" My lips were freed, and as G stared into my eyes I heard him reply. "Yeah, I think I found a keeper. But it has to be a two-way feeling." My eyes were locked on his, and I didn't know how to respond. Dirk was still lodged in my ass, and I felt his dick twitch again. I felt the blood flow begin to return to my own cock. "I..... don't know. This is all happening so fast. I'm... not even sure how all this happened." "Well, I know it's been a lot to take in," said G, "and I would like it if we could talk about it, unless you already know you have no further interest." Dirk was gently rocking back and forth just a bit, his cock slightly softened but still buried in my ass. My own cock twitched a bit. "Oh, I'm not sure he's disinterested..." Dirk said with a smirk. He reached forward and took my hardening cock into his hand. His cock was sliding in and out, hardening itself in anticipation of a third chance to cum inside me. "Maybe I should leave you two to it. A lot to discuss I'm sure. Just give me a minute here..." He went into overdrive, clearly motivated to dump and go. His cock was thick enough and long enough I could feel it really punching through my second ring in a rapid staccato. The determination was evident on his face, and as used and worn as my ass and first hole were, my second hole was crying out. I must have had a pained expression on my face because G leaned in and took my hand. "It's okay, he'll be done soon," he promised. "Dirk's third load comes fast." And cum it did. In just a matter of minutes gone by, Dirk slammed deep and hard and I felt a warmth spread deeper into my bowels than it had before. I knew new recesses of my colon were being exposed to the foulest of seed in that moment. As with each load before it today I offered no resistance, simply taking it into me. He twitched for a couple of minutes, then withdrew. His cock was coated in cum, and I noticed it was streaked with pink. Between him and G, my ass had been torn up pretty well, and it was now swimming with virus. G leaned over and swallowed him whole, sucking the cum off his ass in a few passes. Dirk pulled his clothes back on, his wasted body swimming in his tshirt and shorts, and with a quick step into his sandals he was off. G stood and straddled the log, positioning himself right back where he had started. His cock was hard again. He reached down and grabbed my legs and pushed them slowly to my chest. I instinctively took hold of them and held myself in position, as he reached down and, pulling his foreskin back, hilted himself balls deep in one thrust. "So, I should probably start..."

My cock got lots of time stealthed at a gloryhole in an public toilet at Walton Bridge (UK) It was an old cottage 24 hours open, very smelly and dirty. It had 2 long metal urinals and 3 cubicals with doors. Both walls had perfect gloryholes. I rememberd the first time... The guy invited my cock with showing me his open mouth and tonge wiggeling. I stuck my cock trough the GH and his warm wett mouth wraped my cock perfectly.... I did not feel any teeth. After a while he stopped did something and came back taking my cock all the way in starting milking my cock again in a perfect way. After a while I took my phone to take some pictures of my cock beeing sucked, put the light on and saw that my cock was sliding in and out his very slippery ass, creaming my cock with other mens cum..... I could smell the cum. At that moment I did not get angry because the feeling of fucking was soo fucking nice. I let him finisch me off and get my load up his ass. I have visited that cottage after that allmost every day after work or evenlate nights. There where allways guys cruising for cock there.

Part 3: Some Regrets? Hey guys. Sorry its been a while since i finished telling my story here. Some of you have been very supporting. A few of you sent me messages because my spellings arent always good. Im not book smart, but I am smart. And im not a flamer! You know how I would get exicited by Troy (hiv dude) buttfucking me? Well, I kinda had to stop for a while right? I started feeling stupid about what I did and wanted. I got myself tested and all and I came out negative and I figured I was over all that then. Good! He texted me and call me and I tried to ignore him. I finally called him back and we had a long talk. I cant get hiv fucked into me anymore, i tred to explan to him. I do like Troy. He's fun and super sexy and hes understanding. But he couldnt get how I begged him for aids cum and why i let him buttfuck me twice already. I guess I was a little confused. I told him the sex was great! Nobody fucked me like him. It felt so good! but im afraid to get sick. Troy said that I confused and he could help. He said I liked to get hiv dicks in my butt and I was afraid to admit it to myself. I dont know. I didn't think so. I just got carried away when he fucked me right? Anyways he said he could test me to see if I wanted hiv or not. He said he'd fuck me with a condem on and if I liked that, then I didn't really want hiv dick inside me. I was uncertain but this was a safe way for Troy to buttfuck me and I missed that. So I agreed to the test. Then he came over. This time, he put a condem on first and lubbed it and then put it in me. "Im going slow and not deep" he explaned to me. It felt weird. I dont like how condems feel, but I wanted him to fuck me more. I couldnt even get hard. He tried putting more lubbed into me than fucking me some more. It didn't feel all that good. I told him maybe he should go more deep and pound faster and hard. He said that he couldnt fuck me fast, hard or deep because the condem would break and i might get pozzed. I was kinda frustrated. You know what? He kinda surprised me bc he took off the condem and put his big dick into my butthole! "hey what ru doing?" i kinda yelled to him. he said that he was testing me and asked if I like this better. I didnt know what to say because yeah it felt better but i didnt want aids anymore. "I dont know!"i told him. And then he put it in deeper. Oh God! It felt amazingly! "You shouldnt fuck me with your poz cock" I tried to tell him. But, then I got a boner right away. Why did Troy have to make me get a boner? He asked me if i wanted him to stop and put the condem back on. Oh shit! This isnt what i thought was gonna happen. "You gave me a boner!" I told him. He explaned that I got a boner because I like poz dicks in me raw. Maybe that was true? I was very turned on and I couldn't tell him to stop. He gave me the choice to tell him to put on the condem again or to ask him to fuck me with his poz cock. omg! i didn't want to make that choice! he just stopped with his dick half-way into me. "whats it gonna be?" he asked me. I felt kinda scared but also good then. "buttfuck me!" i said. and he didn't start up again. "with what?" he asked. oh damn, he was gonna make me said it. "fuck me with your poz cock" I said. And then he slammed it in! And he started fucking me hard and fast. "I knew you wanted my hiv cum!" he said with smiles while he did more poundings. "That feels great!" I had to tell him. His dick was so big and he put it in me so right. "It feels better when you try to give me aids" I admited to him. Troy said I loved to ask him for hiv cum. And I guess I did. When I asked for it, he gave me more deep poundings. I cant believe he made me want it all again. "i want your aids cum!" I yelled so that he would keep pounding me. "I know you do" he said while he went on to buttfuck me even more! you know what he did next? he took his dick all the way out of my hole and then jammed it all the way in. my god! that fucking felt awesome! he pulled it out again. "what do you want?" he asked me and waited. "HIV!" I yelled back and then he jammed it in again. He did the same thing again, "what do you want." And I said "your aids cum please!" and jammed it into me again! "you're gonna make me cum!" i told him. And then he lifted my legs up all the way and pulled me as close to him as he could and said he was gonna fuck me as deep as he could. "You're gonna get aids from this!" he said and then I felt him so deep in me. Oh god. He was trying to give me aids cum. I knew it! I started to shoot my cum and it hit me in the face! That just made Troy slam faster and harder. "You're getting HIV!" he said real loud like and I felt him shoot cum deep into me! after all that, he stayed the night with me. I knew what I wanted then. And he knew how to give me it!

Hot. Love reading about the descent. We start out as virgins. Always craving... Something. Something we can't name. The we get our first encounter. Maybe we give some guy a clumsy blowjob. But we get a taste for it. We surrender our cherry hole. It hurts. Oh fuck it hurts. But it sets off something inside us as well. After he pulls out, we feel an emptiness. We want it again and again. Still painful each time but each time more and more amazing. Maybe we feel guilt. Maybe at war with ourselves. Need to stop. No! I need it again. Fear fights desire. Determination fights our desperation. Until we will do anything to feel a dick inside us again. No condom? Well... Just this once. I'm safe, are you? All leading to the inevitable. The surrender, the fuck, the cum. The sensation, the pleasure, even more intense. The feeling that you have truly given yourself to another man. No barriers. The feeling of his warm seed inside you. Maybe you try to play safe again. But it's not the same anymore. You want it raw. And you will do anything to get it. A little less picky about his age or build or looks. A little less attentive to his status. Until, on some level at least, you don't care. Maybe you even want him to be poz. The risk. The reward. And then, someday, that moment your doctor says he has news for you. You know what it is. He wants you to be sad. Maybe you are as reality sets in. But there is also that relief. I don't have to worry anymore. Maybe that elation. Even pride. You've crossed over. Welcome to the brotherhood.

Get at me when you arrive in NY, if you’re interested. I got you on that pounding.

I know that feeling well!

To all here, i will continie the story later but am a bit stuck right know with the plot. That s why the last chapter is indeed a bit long as bearffbrown mentioned. So don t worry i will continue with the story.

Welcome @Sebi23! Caleb, I think you will find this a supportive, sharing and frankly hot and sexy place to be. I am so sorry to hear the foolish choice your parents have made. I wish I they could bump into my 95 year old mother sometime. Despite being a very devout Irish Catholic lady her upbringing in NYC allows her a very expanded and enlightened view that not everyone in our particular branch of Christianity share, let alone those from even more conservative denominations and brands of Christianity. Anyway, she has serious words for parents who pull a maneuver like yours did, and with her quiet, soft-spoken voice and tears in her eyes, she has shamed and abashed a good number of parents who as she says "You chose Dogma over your own child? Your own son who was the result of your love for each other and God's love for you? You chose Man's rules over him? Remember, God made him this way and God doesn't make mistakes - we make them. Stop making mistakes and love your son - apologize, and maybe you will be forgiven, by him... and by HIM." Whether or not you or anyone reading this believes in God or not, in Jesus or not, in organized religion or not, you've got to admit my Mom's logic and remonstrance of parents who failed their child (and not children who failed their parents) is a bucket of cold water over the heads of some righteous fools. And it has WORKED. I don't know, maybe it's her delivery... soft, calm and full of disappointment and with tear filled eyes from a tiny 4'10" slip of a woman. But I've seen icy hearts thaw, iron wills rust, and proud heads droop with shame after hearing her plea. Until and unless they change, stay away or have as little contact as possible - do not let them poison your new found self acceptance and self love, as it is toxic to your well being. Continue to love what you can of their memory in your heart - and them at arms length. Cherish your relationships with your siblings and just continue to move forward. And now that you have found your place - enjoy who you are! Our lives do not have to be shameful or hidden. Embrace your sexuality and revel in it. Explore, indulge and expand your horizons and for goodness sake, HAVE FUN! Welcome!

Had the same issue the last time I went to cumunion. Sometimes it feels like flies buzzing around you desperately attaching themselves to you in hopes of getting what they want.

My dad’s best friend from college was gay (very progressive in the 80s) and he was the one who facilitated Aaron and whatever guy he was dating fucking me when my mom wasn’t around. The younger guys who hear this think it’s weird and predatory but I was so into it, always loved taking loads, and just thought it was hot to be with all the guys. They both got off so hard on watching the other one fuck me too.

HIV throws the immune system off balance. As the virus comes under control and the immune system begins to recover, you can see fluctuation in lab numbers. In my own treatment, my early labs were kind of two steps forward, one step back. I'd have two reports with gains followed by a report with a decrease in CD4. Treatment is a long term process, and everyone responds differently to medication. There are lots of reasons why a lab may show a decrease on one report. It's the overall trend that is important.

Your parents don't deserve you. Be yourself and be free.

Yeah, it got really late (or early depending on perspective), and the dark room was kind of empty but there was a guy on a ledge or bench; and I wanted to leave but I pulled my erect dick out, realised he was lubed, and fucked a load up him. This was in the days where people were dying of AIDS, the treatments weren't nice, but I was thinking with my dick...and truth be known I liked the risk. (And no, I didn't contract anything)

I love to hike. And if I can't find anyone to go with me il go alone. I tend to go off trail. I find my fav regular spot, but then suddenly I see tall skinny, strawberry blonde 20 something walking towards me, as he gets closer I see he's alone also, I stand up walk towards him. Now this boy is wearing above knee gray cloth shorts and a tank top. I noticed his hung cock a mile away just slapping back and forth. We are 10 feet from each other, both heads up, smile, nod, then my eyes right back to his junk! But whoops, I " "tripped"on a root and fall towards him he catches me but falls back and hits the ground. See I'm wearing black ish shorts and a T shirt and back pack but I land on top of him one leg to his right and my right thigh is caressing that cock. OMG, I'm so sorry. He says with low voice, oh no, you are fine, are you fine? I go, only thing I hurt is my pride. We both chuckle. As we sat on the ground I look down and my hand is now resting on that now growing dick. .Dam I'm sorry man. My cock gets aroused easily. I bite my lip, dam mmm. I mean . Its fine. I swivel myself so I am on hands and knees on the ground, making sure he sees my bubble butt no undies and the arch. Might be to forward, he goes, by dam please tell me you wanna fuck. Because I need to fuck that ass. I look back over my shoulder as I pull my shorts down and stay in doggy style, and say, Mmm you want this hole? Fuckin take it. Raw Only way I do 😈 he's on one knee on foot planted, he spits on my hole, and I feel his wide, giant cock harden between my cheeks, and slide the tip in grabs my neck back and tongues are twisting in each other's mouths as slowing goes balls deep and dam!! His sac is huge! Tall boy goes, I don't pull out and I shoot alot. I hope u like it. As I'm in heaven, fuckin fill me.

That's so interesting, because looking back I used to be fixated on armpit hair. I remember also staring at this one guy with a thick bush of armpit during stretches in middle school track, when I would sneak and watch some of my father's old pornos from the late 70s & early 80s I was always had my eyes fixed on the pubic hair of both the men & woman's bushes. Today I have a major fetish for pubic hair. It a top wants me to shave in order to fuck then it's just not going to happen.

I spun a yarn to my landlady about longer hours on site to cover for the fact that I started going round to the Barbican after almost every shift. I did have to be mindful of getting enough sleep to be able to do my job properly, so we kept it to one load from each of them on weekdays before I’d go off and find my bus. On the Saturday I just started skipping the pub completely and went a roundabout route straight to their flat, where I happily spent the afternoon and evening being available for an even larger number of guys than the previous weekend, albeit they came and went in dribs and drabs rather than it being an all-out gangbang orgy. The fuck flu hit me the following Thursday, and my landlady really showed off another side to herself as she swung into action to look after me. I managed to text Bill to let him know, but my landlady insisted on being the one to ring my foreman and tell him I had proper flu. She really was very sweet to me for those few days, what I can remember of them. Once I was in recovery the following Tuesday I struggled back to work, the foreman taking pity on me as I was still clearly under the weather and putting me on inventory duties. A couple of days later though I felt much more human, and was back doing proper work on the site. On the Saturday I went back to the Barbican flat, and Bill took me out to a clinic in Islington to get tested. He and Sean marked my conversion by fucking a few more loads into me that night. My fun times with them had never really been about chasing though, with the pozzing just being a happy side benefit. I continued to visit them frequently as I enjoyed both their company and the sex, particularly their ability to find a whole host of other men to use me at what were now weekly fuck-fests every Saturday, and they were becoming quite fond of me too. They eventually suggested I move in to one of their two guest rooms, to save me both the rent I was paying as well as the long bus journeys from southeast London, or at least for as long as I was working on the tower build. I jumped at that, and happily bid farewell to my landlady when I moved out, her battleaxe routine having returned completely once my flu was gone. Bill and Sean wanted nothing but my body in return for the room, and I had no qualms about such an arrangement. They brought me a good supply of other men to have fun with, and were also open to me finding my own guests occasionally. They particularly liked the vers couple in their early thirties who were fully up for taking loads from the older men while using my eager hole to deposit their own. I have made myself scarce on Sundays once out of bed so Bill and Sean can have some time alone as a couple. Sometimes I go to see my mum, sometimes I just get out and do something in London, and sometimes I’m up for a bit more fun and seek it out in a sauna or something. It all depends how worn out I am after whatever has happened on the Saturday, but I’ve become such a rampant cumdump that I’m usually able to muster up the energy for a few more loads. Increasingly I’ve been getting into anonymous stuff, with a sauna I’ve found in Hoxton providing me the opportunity to back up against a gloryhole to take whatever is available. I’ve even found a set of toilets in a park near my mum’s place that I sometimes visit for a load or two after before I get the train back to London. With more time and money, and a bit of encouragement from Bill and Sean, I got on with the inking of my back over many long, often-painful sessions. I had sketched the basics of the design I wanted, which the artist then translated into a final version. A mesh of thorns across the top of my back, it gradually transitions into a pair of snakes whose open fanged mouths look like they’re about to bite into a large, stylised biohazard symbol just above my buttocks. When it was finally done it looked fantastic, though Bill and Sean had been getting off on each addition as the whole design had been gradually applied. They marked its completion by surprising me with a pair of giant silver bracelets to complement my chain, with a B engraved on the inside of the lock of one, and an S on the other. My heart nearly exploded, but they assured me that this was as much for their benefit as it was mine, given how much they were still turned on by my big chain and wanted me to be wearing even more silver (and boy did they demonstrate how much it turned them on that evening). I now proudly wear my chains all the time, despite the ribbing I sometimes get from the guys on site. I’m not sure if I’ll stay with Bill and Sean after the tower is done, but it’s a pretty sweet arrangement for all of us and they have reassured me many times they like having me around. The Square Mile is also an easy place to start a commute to most other parts of London I could end up working at in the future, at least compared to the back arse of New Cross where I was before. For now, I’m not going to think too much about what’s to come, and just enjoy being me. Handsome, muscular, tattooed, slutty, blinged-up, pozzed-up cumdump Viking me. It’s ace!

Wow, thank you for the kind words. I didn't expect to receive this sort of responses. Given it's almost the end of pride, I'm giving you a little treat. It's not as long but I'll definitely upload more later this week. **** I went back to my room and turned off the lights. Something in me felt like it was necessary to do it even if the video wasn't instructive. I've watched the usual popper videos where they tell you to goon in the dark while taking hits every 20-30 seconds. I could never bring myself to do it. Now, after smoking what Uncle gave, I started to get it. The video started with David sitting on the stool with Hunter and Frank to his left and right. Each had one of their palm resting on his shoulder, squeezed if anything. They tell him that Greg's the community's cumdump and that a recharge was overdue. David then asks if when he'll be able to gift someone. Hunter then explains that he can gift whoever he wants but that doesn't mean they'd be a part of their family. Frank added that David shouldn't limit himself anymore because the gift he received from his new family didn't just promise a bond, it promised freedom. Hunter continued. "Let me tell you David, you don't know how good it feels to plow a twink who insists on rubber and halfway it breaks or slip off and they say screw it cause by then your stroke game will overpower any bottom's common sense. You'll figure out your position when his ass will take your cock with little friction thanks to your precum was doing the heavy lifting. You can tell the bottom that you're not on meds or that you're toxic but 80% of the time, I guarantee you that they don't care and will beg for your seed. 10% would tell you to pull out whereas the other 10% are the kinds to make a scene. But trust us, you're the one holding the weapon there. You call the shots." David listened attentively. He had a sort of smirk that wasn't as coy as I first saw him. A naughty smirk. Frank then asks if he's ready and if he's comfortable so far. David affirmed that he was and that it was time. He attempted to rise from the stool with both men holding onto him to carry him up and as the camera zoomed out, I see that David had been sitting on a huge dildo with his cock tucked into a kind of lock. I had never seen a dildo that big being taken easily by someone. Even in porn I stuck to the usual, never the kinky kind cause I wasn't into it. In actual fact, I might've just repressed it as something shameful. Being gay was already the first blow so I compartmentalized the other desires. Yet since I moved into Uncle's place, I no longer find the need to. I should embrace my hidden desires with no shame. Maybe it was Paul or Uncle in the other room earlier who was telling the bottom in between that "some might say that this is all depravation, but for me this was my salvation". Salvation. Was that what David felt like once it was confirmed that he was part of the family? I wonder if the Asian twink was a part of it too. I looked back to the screen. David stood upright before exhaling in relief as soon as the dildo was pulled out. He had a pinched look with his eyes squeezed closed and his teeth exposed. He was actually a bit taller than both men. I finally got a bird hard the longer I see David. I was a grower and grow it did, but it remained soft. I still played with it, stroking and rubbing at times in hopes I'd be able to cum. Frank tells David to turn and show cunt. Hunter held the camera to ensure the angles. He tells David to get on the floor in all fours. David didn't hesitate. He arched his back to give Hunter the view. I got harder when I saw it. The substance I smoked killed my hunger but seeing David's hole made starving. I could lap it up if David was in my room right now. I wonder if it's just the dildo or the cocks he's had. Part of me was nervous, a bit anxious too but another part of me was actually envious that his hole looked like that. Could my hole take it? Would Uncle Abel want it? I fastened my strokes to get my cock fully hard. The video continued. With his back arched to further flaunt his hole, David played with it by inserting his fingers in and out as the lube oozed out. The lock that kept his cock was then released and right before he stood up again, Frank inserted a glass butt plug. He then informed that Greg just got home after heading to The Eagle and he brought some guys over to chill. From Greg's text, it was a couple from out of town and their local friend who are into smoking clouds. The 3 men put on whatever little clothes they wore and got ready. David with his varsity thank top and jort while Frank and Hunter dressed as if they worked on a farm with their tight denim shirts and belts with buckles This is when the video got shaky with Hunter holding it in the car and them making their way. If it weren't for the David appearing every minute or so I would've turned it all off. Frank drove and Hunter sat in the passenger. David was behind them and sat in the middle with his legs spread wide. Hunter turned the camera to the back to show David, asking him what's up, filming David brushing his shorts and lifting his legs to push the buttplug that's hidden behind the denim. Even though the ride to Gregg was fast-forwarded, there were pauses where the 3 of them would talk. Frank: These guys Gregg picked up, how do they look like? Hunter: When has that ever matter? Here, Gregg just sent me this. David: Huh not bad. I would. But not really if it weren't for the T. They then all laughed. Hunter: Don't be harsh. You haven't came in 3 weeks and all that bottoming must've made you want to top anybody. Specially with the clouds. David: You're not wrong. Just a little joke. I mean, look at them. One of them would probably fuck Gregg, the other 2 would get fucked by Frank and I and you're there to keep the camera rolling. Hunter: Or Greg could hold it and we could all fuck them and test how potent our bonds are. Frank: I'm placing my bets on David. Beginner's luck and all that. Hunter: Make sure you keep in touch with whoever gets your load the most. David: Challenge accepted. The video then cut to Gregg's apartment. Gregg opened the door with only his robe and they walked in to see the couple and the local who were smoking and fondling with each other, hands rubbing here and there. Gregg introduced Hunter, David and Frank as his "chosen family on a higher level". They then took out their own stash and pipe and chit chatted. Again, the video fast-forward with clouds being blown and bodies moving with the conversation in between shots. Once it was regular playback, Gregg asked the 3 new friends he found from the bar bout their thoughts on David, and if they find him hot. David sat across from them but barely tuned in. He was fixated on the local who agreed with Gregg. They made eye contact after Gregg's question. The local looked away when he couldn't keep up with David's gaze. "If y'all find him hot, do you want to see how he fucks?" Frank and Hank both shouted hell yes without any hesitation whereas the couple and the local nodded in a hesitant sure and yeahs. They had no clue of what they had gotten themselves in. Gregg offered them to blow more clouds and soon enough, the couple was making out and Frank had his arms around the local. David didn't break his gaze until Gregg got closer to David. His legs rested onto his lap and David's attention finally shifted. Gregg kissed him first before his tongue danced with his. Hunter really knew his angles with the way he zoomed into them both. Greg was whispering to David. He got closer to make it more audible. "I see you've the hots for that 3rd wheeler over there. I'm surprised. I wouldn't take him for your type. The other two is more in your lane, no?" When David saw the photo Gregg sent earlier, it was the local who stood out as the one who he'd would but not really. A 5'9 geeky kind of guy with curly black hair. He was thinner than the couple who looked fairly active and were built similarly to David. The couple didn't register to him. "Yeah but they're for Frank and Hank. You know I also a soft spot for smaller boys right? Boys like you. And him too." "Oh I remember alright. You always know your way." "Hmhm. Maybe it's time I guide you to take my stinger? Pure toxic load as of yesterday. You'll be the first." "And definitely not the last for tonight. It's been ages since I got a recharge, especially if it's within the same strain? We're so lucky for Able to have bonded us all." Not too long after, David threw Gregg on the coffee table that was in the centre of the sectionals and sofa. Both undressed without any seconds wasted. Gregg lifted his ass up high with his back curved down to the edges of the table. David dove into Gregg's hole. He was seated in one of the chairs at first but decided to kneeled after positioning Gregg's ass lower. This made David's back arched with his butt plugged exposed. Hunter, not wasting any minute, pointed the camera to his back and pressed onto the plug deeper. Frank and the other guys could only stare at Gregg getting his hole eaten. David rose back up to have his cock sucked by Gregg, telling the crowd that that's the only lube he'll get. Only Frank and Hunter chuckled. Gregg never disappoints when it comes to taking dick. He was always the one to take the lead. David didn't have to put much effort in his thrusts as Gregg would swallow any cock he gets and milk it. His hips gyrated with speed and precision. His preferred position was cowboy since he's always in control but they were in doggy style. David wanted to maintain his gaze toward the local who wasn't faltering anymore. At times during their fuck, David would grip onto Gregg to slow down. He needs to keep his seed for the other guy he tells the camera. Gregg then tells David that he'll try. From what I saw, he increased his tempo to which David tried to hold himself. Finally David tells Gregg. "Okay man you win, you're going to make me cum fuck. But promise me that you'll hold the fucking camera and let Hunter fuck the other guys" Greg verbalized a yeah of course in between his moans. He begs David to recharge him. "Oh I already did a bit Gregg, here's the rest of my charged up load, brother" I was fully hard from watching David being drenched in sweat as he rails Gregg. When he pulled out, he crouched back down to suck some of it out of Gregg. I stroked my cock quicker. Then, they snowballed David's load back and forth, spitting into each other as if the coffee table was a pig sty. In some ways it's true I guess, it really isn't depravity but salvation for these guys to find themselves under Uncle. Once they were done, Gregg walked toward the camera and tells Hunter that he'll take over. David on the other hand approached the local and told him to open his mouth. He still had some of his seed to share. The local accepted with no hesitation. He tells David his name was Fred. They both then embraced each other with David throwing the guy's clothes off. Meanwhile, Hunter starred at Frank who had his lips locked onto one of the coupled guys. Bryan and Lake. Both were mid-30s. While Bryan was busy with Frank, Lake was busy with Bryan's cock. Hunter had no shame. He got closer to them and held Lake's head to have him suck his cock instead. This prompted Frank to do the same with Bryan. They both sat next to each other on the sofa, legs spread for Bryan and Lake to suck them off. Across the coffee table from where they sat, they had a view of David rimming Fred. He then placed his cock onto Fred's hole, teasing it by brushing his cock onto it but before he could point and plant it deep, Fred took out a condom from his wallet. David assures Fred that it's fine. He tore the wrapper and stretched the sheath before snapping it on. It was small. Tight too. The wrapper was an unheard brand. David realized that he had the right conditions to test out Hunter's theory, fingers crossed that Fred falls into the 80%. Bryan and Lake faced each other when they had Frank and Hunter's tongue in them. In between their kisses, they tell each other how good they both were feeling. They felt more electrified than when they had smoke. Lake sweated more than before. Bryan tells Lake that his ass had never felt so good. Lake agrees as well. As the camera zoomed out of them, Gregg went behind them to show Frank and Hunter fingering them both with some shards. It was hard to tell. Both men looked up to Gregg and winked at the camera. The video then cuts to David who was now drilling Fred in missionary. They were in what I presume to be Gregg's bed. The sheets were soaked with sweat. David kept his pace without any signs of exhaustion. He looked into Fred's eyes. Both their pupils were dilated and glossy. Fred had a lighter shade of brown than his. He held onto Greg's arms tight with his legs wrapped onto David's back. The biceps he gripped onto were firm yet slippery from the perspiration. The sight of the droplets falling into Fred's open mouth only accelerated their pace. David could've come by then but he'd rather savour the moment. Plus, Frank and Hunter weren't halfway done with theirs yet. David also didn't choose to come because he didn't want to waste the load that he has been keeping. As the newest brother, he wanted to prove his virility to the rest. Fortune favoured him when he suddenly felt a strange snap from the condom. Pause. He had to check. Fred: Is everything okay? David: Yeah, just that the condom broke. Like I feel your skin man. Fred: Shit, that's hot. Me too. Don't stop. David: Are you sure? Fred: Yeah, fuck it just pull out. Tell me when you're close. David: Great. Spread your legs higher now. They switched positions. Pile Driver. The camera focused on David, who signalled Hunter to grab a pipe for Fred. David lit it up to feed Fred and the next thing you know, his grip onto David got tighter. David didn't mind that his nails were pressing onto his skin. Fred became more primal. Better late than never, David tells the camera with a chuckle. Eventually, as David got close, he slowed himself down to ask Fred how he was doing. Fred: This is so good. You're so fucking good. Don't slow down man. David: Your hole's tight man and I'm getting so close. Fred: You are? Fuck. Do you want to come in me? Can you ? Will you? Please? David: I can. You sure you want that? Fred: Yeah whatever dude I just wanna feel your cum in me man. David: You'll feel it soon. You're going to get every drop my toxic load. Fred: What? Yeah, give it to me please David: Yeah man, I'm going to get you pregnant. You want that? Getting charged up like Gregg did? Fred: Huh...charged? Fuck just keep on going man give me your cum. I don't care I just want it. David: That's a good boy. You're going to take my load and carry it aren't you? Fred: y-yeah man i need your cum in me David: You gotta do better boy, tell me how bad you want my charged load in you. Fred: Please man I really fucking need your charged load in me. Please give it to me, get me pregnant of whatever, shit. David: There's no turning back from this boy. Here you go. At his climax, David moaned for more than a minute as he shot his warm charged loads into Fred. Ropes after ropes filled Fred to the brim of his ass. David underestimated how much he came. He held Fred's leg up high so that gravity does its job in making sure that nothing was wasted. He waited for Fred's hole to absorb it all as his legs suspended in the air. As Fred's hole bloomed in and out, excess loads made its way upwards to form a tiny puddle on it. In and out the load churned to tiny bubbles. David had one hand holding Fred's leg above and the other for his thumb to brush against the hole. He scooped a bit of the puddle from every brush of his thumb to feed Fred. He sucked it like a pacifier. I had also successfully come after what felt like hours. Never have I ever orgasmed with such intensity. I can't describe it. Was it the smoke? I hope the shout I let out wasn't too loud for Uncle to hear. The video on the TV fade to black. My phone buzzed. A message from uncle. Uncle A: Enjoying yourself? Brad: Was it that obvious? Sorry, will go to bed now. Uncle A: Don't be. I want you to be as comfortable as you can. Feel free to check out the cedar closet. What's mine is yours. Good night, kiddo. Brad: Nights Unc. Which cabinet was he referring to? Maybe it's the large armoire next to the bathroom door. I'll do it later. Another video came up on the screen. A continuation that began with an up close view of Gregg from the way he held the camera. He was back in the living room to check on Frank and Hunter. They had switched places but remained fucking like when had first left. Hunter pointed the camera closer to them. Frank and Hunter compared both holes of the guys they were plowing. Gregg made them guess which of them bottomed more. Both answered Lake. From the get go it did seem like he had been ran through. It's not just his huge ass and his loose hole, it was the texture of his hole's ring. Its circumference had folded lines that gave ass lips a whole new meaning. Hunter and Frank could rim him for hours. Bryan's hole however was tight and hairless. He groomed himself better than Lake. His beard was lined up and most of his body was shaved to reveal his smooth olive skin. Frank had a hard time entering Bryan with his beer can of a cock. He went in slowly at first, doing his best to suppress Bryan's screech. Once he was fully in, Bryan was quieter. Frank thrusted himself into Bryan who eventually acclimatized himself to the girth. When he switched spots with Hunter, there was no going back for either of them. Lake's hole was specially tailored for Frank's cock. As a size queen, Lake was hard to impress but Frank turned out to be one of the few exceptional men who Lake would would sincerely say Wow during a fuck. Hunter too had no regrets with the switch. Bryan was more loose than before thanks to Frank. He took Hunter's cock like a champ. No longer was his pleasure mixed with pain. Only bliss. Bryan enjoyed Hunter's stocky belly vibrating itself as it rested on his back. Each thrust Hunter gave was like a tremor that fuelled his libido. His large callous hands holding onto Bryan's shoulders was another. I wonder what it feels like to fuck somebody with the person next to you doing it too. The proximity and the camaraderie. Not to mention the bond they share. Would I be the one fucking or getting fucked? Who knows. I wasn't in the mood to finish the rest since I had already jerked off so I turned the TV off. Even though it was almost 5 AM, I still couldn't sleep. I might as well check what Uncle was talking bout. In varnished cedar, the armoire towered over me with two large doors that had a key already inserted into its right side. A tassel was tied to the key. The bottom half of the armoire were drawers divided into 4 with key holes on each. I turned the key and pulled the door outward. I then opened the left side. I shouldn't be surprised but I still was due to the sheer amount of toys Uncle kept. The same toys from the chest he had in the video was here. It wasn't hard to decide which I should start with, especially when I've never tried a butt plug before. I blame David for peaking my interest. Some were long, others had a large width and most in shapes that I left me perplexed at how one would use it. Yet, the collection of butt plugs paled in comparison to the dildos stored on the left side of the armoire. Some stood from its base in different colours and materials while other longer ones lied on its side. Perhaps I should go for the dildo instead? Then again, why not have one's cake and eat it too? I took out a medium length dildo. All black with a smooth texture. The lube I used felt like jelly. It was easier than I thought to get it in. The hardest part was when it's about to enter through your ring. A sharp pinch as soon as the tip enters and after you get a quarter of it in, smooth sailing. I fucked myself with the first one until it easily slid out. I then changed with a bigger size. Even though I increased it by 3 times, I can sense that I was more loose. I could pushed my index finger into me with no pain, just a tingling sensation. It was then time to choose a plug. While I scanned through the shelves to pick one out, I noticed that there were cock rings and chastity cages in steel or plastic. I pulled out the metal one. As for the buttplug, I picked something that wasn't too small. The dildos had done its job. I also opened the drawers below. There were clothes ranging from athletic to leather to latex. I went through it to see if there was anything cute. A g-string. There were also a pair of high socks. You can never go wrong with sportswear. In full nude I pushed the butt plug into me with the jelly lube. Its shape like an elongated cone gave a sharp pinch in me at first but the pain from the stretch was worth the sensation I felt once the plug is fully docked into my hole. Next was the cage. I was soft so tucking in was a breeze. Only a squeeze of lube. I put on the g-string and the socks once I took care of my cock and hole. I then top it all of with a NYC cap I had kept for years. I checked myself out in the mirror. Incredible. I would never have worn all this a few months ago. I would have said that it was too much, or too weird but none of that matters. The comfort I felt from the weight of the plug being clasped by my hole and the cold steel cage compressing my cock convinced me that there was more for me to uncover. I laid in my bed to try and get some sleep even though it was already 7. That stuff Uncle gave to smoke really you up all night. I tried to rub my caged cock but I felt nothing. I put on the TV to finish whatever Frank and Hunter were doing but I wasn't aroused. Right before 8, Uncle messaged. Uncle A: Morning! Did you get a chance to take a look? Brad: Hey morning! Yeah, it's something alright. Uncle A: Did you find anything you like? Brad: Yeah, a couple. Uncle A: Can I take a look? Brad: Of course. I hear the door upstairs open. Then some footsteps. Shit. I jumped off my bed and laid in front of the door in all fours. Let's see if I'll leave Uncle an impression this morning.

Chapter 11 I guess I dozed off after Tom left as I woke up and saw it was almost 2 PM. I call work and let my assistant know I’m feeling much better, though I don’t tell her how sore my ass still is. She runs a couple of things by me and then tells me she’ll lighten the calendar for tomorrow, so I don’t push it too much and relapse from whatever bug was ailing me. I told her I’ll work on emails this afternoon and see her in the morning. I threw on a T-shirt and shorts and head to the kitchen hungry and thirsty. Glancing at messages I remember I need to call Jason and dial his contact. Jason is 30, 5’7” average dude bod that leans to fit. Jason has a nice amount of chest hair, though definitely not in bear territory. His belly is covered in a nice amount of hair though and he has this treasure trail that heads down to a nicely curved 7’ dick. He’s got that sexy 30’s stud look, with eyes that let you know he still has lots of fun in him. He’s got a beard that is trimmed just right. Jason has a quick wit, and he’s got a sexy goofiness and knows how to laugh and make you laugh. Back in Chicago Jason and I had gotten together, and his cock fits my ass like it was made just for him. We started out as fuck buds but the more we saw each other I had developed feelings for him and I’ve thought of him as the one that got away. If our timing had been different … Jason was pozzed after moving away, the guy had become his boyfriend and he seemed to settle into a great new life. He came back in town in Chicago for a week and had helped nurseme through a wicked illness that I had thought was a conversion but I ended up not being pozzed. Jason answers the second ring and is so glad to hear my voice. He shares with me that the boyfriend left him with in an apartment he couldn’t afford, took most of the furniture leaving him with little more than a mattress. He lost his job a couple weeks ago and now has to be out of his apartment by next Wednesday or face eviction. He’s broke, scared and hates to do so but asks to borrow some funds until he can get back on his feet. I can hear the desperation in his voice and when I ask about prospects, and he breaks down as he tells me nothing is working out and he had to sell his car just to get by. While he doesn’t know many people, he hopes one of his friends will let him crash on a couch. My heart is breaking, and I tell him I can send him some cash, but suggest maybe a better plan is to come out here. I tell him how hot the job market is, a much better cost of living and I would love him to stay with me as long as he needs. Jason tells me how amazing that would be, and I hear hope starts to take hold of him. We talked for a bit, and I ended up sending him some cash and we booked a flight for him for Wednesday afternoon. By the time we hung up, I heard a bit of the old Jason creep back into the phone. It's a amazing spring day and grab a drink and head outside. Feeling good, I then start attacking the horde of emails I’ve missed at work. At around 6:30 my phone rings and it’s Tom telling me he’ll be home in about an hour and will pick up dinner on the way. It dawns on me, I hadn’t told Jason anything about Tom, my non-poz testing or what I’ve been up to rectify that. If I know Jason, he’s going to think it’s hot as hell and will want to be a part of the action. I’m not exactly sure how Tom is going to take the news of having Jason around. I figure it may be a bit complicated as Tom knows my past with Jason but I can’t deny I’ve felt a closeness develop between Tom and I as well. Shit, I’ll need to talk to both in the next few days. I need to help Jason but don’t want to lose Tom either. A bit later, I’m still buried in work when Tom comes through the hedge from the casita. He tells me he picked up enchilada’s, tamales, and chicken mole’ . He suggests I put it in the oven on warm and make a tall pitcher of margaritas while he goes and cleans up. I make margaritas and set out plates and stuff on the patio. After another 20 minutes, Tom appears through the hedge wearing a black leather chest harness and a black leather jock with “Fuck Me” printed on the side straps. Damn he’s sexy and I feel my cock start to chub. Tom looks at me and says, let’s eat as he pours us both a drink. I stand up, clearly tenting my shorts as he tells me to get the food. Laughing Tom says, calm down buddy, we’ve got plenty of time and Tom’s starving and wants to get a good tequila buzz going for tonight’s activities. Besides, Tom adds, Ivan won’t be here until 9 pm. He’s coming to teach me how to use the St. Andrews cross, tying Tom up and the art of flogging. Ivan’s a pro and Tom fucking loves coming under Ivan’s whip. Additionally, Tom and Ivan noticed how much I loved getting DP’s so at some point in the evening, Ivan is going to help me experience how it feels from the top’s position. Once I’ve turned Poz, I’ll need these skills because the virus is going to change me and I’ll have an overwhelming need and duty to breed negative holes as well as recharge poz guys with what he suspects will be one toxic poisonous strain. I have to admit the food is good and after making another pitcher of margarita’s we both have a good buzz. Tom is getting me turned on as he keeps teasing me with his foot in my lap and snaking it up my shorts. We’re just chilling when the door bell rings and right on time, Ivan arrives with a duffel bag in tow. Ivan is dressed in a leather full body harness with black shorts. Once he’s poolside, he drops the shorts and shows that the harness straps connect to a black leather jock strap. He’s accented his attire with leather arm bands and black boots. Reaching down into the bag he pulls out a few items and puts cuffs around Tom’s wrists and ankles as well as a collar around his neck. Ivan tells me to go get changed and expects me to be in a jock as well and to meet him and Tom in the playroom. When I return, Tom’s on his knees licking Ivan’s boots who is crooning good boy to Tom. Ivan spits on the floor and tells Tom to clean it up while he goes over to the cabinet and removes and number of short ropes with eye hooks. Ivan tells Tom to stand up and lean into the St. Andrews cross. Telling me to follow his example, Ivan attaches a short section of chain to Tom’s right wrist strap with an eye hook, tells him to raise his arms onto the cross where he attaches the other end to the metal ring using another short chain with eye hooks. I do the same on the Tom’s left side. Ivan says to me, now, the ankles and as Tom spreads his legs, we anchor his ankles in a similar manner with short chains. Ivan then grabs a ball gag and says to put it in Tom’s mouth and hook it around to the metal loop on the back of his collar and tighten the straps so they hold the gag firmly in place. Ivan says, now this next item is for more advanced play, and he goes to the cabinet and removes a long J hook with a ball at the end and a chain with an eye hook. He explains this is an anal hook that will force Tom into a single position. Ivan says, first we give Tom a bit of pleasure and instructs me to eat Tom’s ass to open him up some. Well that’s not something you need to ask me twice and I drop to my knees, spread his ass cheeks and start rimming his hole. As my tongue goes in, we hear a moan from Tom clearly enjoying the sensation. Ivan tells me once I have him open to add a couple fingers. Wetting them in my mouth I slowly insert one then two fingers. When Tom’s sufficiently open I spit and add a third finger and start finger fucking him with a steady rhythm. Tom is clearly enjoying it and is soon leaning his ass out almost self fucking my hand. Ivan says, ok, that’s good. He drops a good amount of lube onto the ball end of the J hook and slowly inserts it into Tom’s ass, far enough that the cold steel hits Tom’s prostate eliciting another moan. Tom instructs Ivan to stand up straight and then hooks the chain to Tom’s neck, tight enough that Tom’s ability to move is taken away forcing him to stand with his back straight and his head slightly thrown back as Ivan again adjusts the tightness at Tom’s neck. Ivan tells me, so now when we flog him any wincing will force the anal hook deeper into his ass and cause pain if he tries to move too much. Ivan then blindfolds Tom to further deprive him of his full abilities. We stand back and admire the sight. Tom is spread eagle at the hands and ankles and chained tightly to the cross. The hook causes him to stand straight up with his ass presented at a perfect angle. The collar and blindfold branding him as a submissive. I’m hard as a rock and turned on seeing this alpha stud now sublimated as a vehicle for our use. Ivan tells me normally things would be very quiet to keep the suspense and direction of attack unknown. But since I’ll be learning he’ll hear some of his instructions but keep the conversation to a minimum and he’ll try to be nonverbal in instructions. s Ivan graps a couple additional items. One looks like a stiff extra wide leather belt with a handle which he tells me is a paddle that delivers slightly spread out attention. Handing it to me Ivan is still holding what looks like a whip but has multiple strands tied in knots at the end which he explains to me is and is a flogger that provides a more diffuse sensation. He points out another flogger that has barbs on it and the cane next to it and both provides a sharp piercing pain says that’s for another time when I’m more experienced. Ivan steps up to Tom and gently rubs his back telling me to confine the flogging to this area and the butt as I learn. He tells me to remember bondage is about trust. Normally the sub will use a safe word but Tom and Ivan are so attuned there won’t be one today. For Tom, he loves the pain so long as we don’t draw blood. Explanations out of the way, Ivan then slowly glides the flogger across Toms back and the gently hits each side. His pace continues and begins whipping Tom on each side of his shoulder. As his pressure intensifies Tom begins a short grunt with each strike. Where the knots hit his back, Tom soon is developing a red rash. Ivan pulls back and then strikes Toms back with a strong but not abusive strike eliciting a loader groan with each blow as he alternates from side to side in a seemingly random pattern. The red rash now has darker red blotches where he strikes the skin. Tom starts to stand up, but the anal hook prevents him and causes a groan of pain. Reading Tom’s body language he continues until he senses Tom is truly near his limit then goes back to a gentle touch, almost caressing stroke on his back with the flogger. Fuck, seeing this new side of Tom is hot. Ivan motions for me to strike Tom’s ass with the paddle and I step forward and slap each side. Tom doesn’t react and Ivan mouths harder. I strike a bit harder but other than a loud smack, Tom still doesn’t react. Ivan grabs the paddle from me and then whallops each cheek of Tom’s ass hard enough that Tom starts to jump and moan and his ass cheek develops a bright red welt where Ivan struck. Handing it back to me, I try again, while it is stronger than before Ivan is still disappointed and motions for me to really hit harder and at least 3 times. I pull back harder and smack Tom’s ass and I illicit a pleasurable groan. Repeating it twice more then moving to the other side from his ass from his groans I can tell Tom is really enjoying the beating. Ivan then uses the flogger on his ass and it is sufficiently hard that Tom starts to jump which only intensifies the pain from the anal hook. He hits a couple more times on the ass and Toms grunts tone changes from pleasure to discomfort. Ivan stops and then slowly massages Tom’s bright red ass providing a soothing sensation. Ivan hands me the flogger and points to Tom’s back and I tentatively strike him. Ivan gives me a look that I’ve disappointed him, and he motions to strike harder and I do so. I start flogging back and forth on each side of his back when finally, I strike hard enough for a groan that is less pleasure and more pain. After several more strikes and seeing Toms back redden, Ivan motions for me to back down a bit and as Tom squirms his groans become more of a moan of pleasure as I see him relax. Ivan takes the flogger from my hand and sets it and the paddle down. Ivan says in a true session, we’d keep going but he thinks I’ve got the basics. Ivan tells me we are going to turn Tom around now but this next part he just wants me to observe. Ivan releases the chain on the anal hook and pulls it out and tells me to remove the gag for now. As the gag is removed from Tom’s mouth he says, “guys it was just getting good, why did you stop?” Ivan says, it’s just an intro class you can do more later. Ivan then adds, he wants to spend more time on the front of Tom anyway. Ivan tells me just to watch this time. Tom groans, fuck yes. We undo the eyehooks and turn Tom around, reattaching at the wrists tightly. Ivan yanks the clearly precum soaked jock strap off of Tom who still is half chubbed and who is clearly still turned on by the look of his glistening cock slit. We secure his ankles but leave a little slack on the chains. Ivan puts the blindfold back on and then attaches the ball gag. Tom relaxes and takes deep breath while Ivan, who now has two floggers that both look like barbed wire is planning his angle of attack. Seeing panic in my eyes thinking he’s going to torture Tom, Ivan hands it to me to see that it’s leather with stiffened pieces that look like barbs. I’m relieved and Ivan with an evil grin, says, don’t worry, no permanent harm but it will still scratch him up some.

The first time I took raw dick was in 1983 when I was 19. This was before taking it raw was a big deal. I gave and took loads whenever I could for a couple of years. Then everyone started talking about safe sex, and I became a condom nazi for 6-7 years. In 1992, I had moved to a bigger city for grad school, and I started hooking up through personal ads in the local indie paper - a lot like the apps only no pics and everything took days not minutes. I had placed an ad looking for guys who wanted head. One of the guys who responded was a short, thin Hispanic guy with a 9 inch uncut cock. I invited him over to my house while my roommate was at work. After a few minutes of small talk, we got naked and I knelt between his legs as he sat on the couch. His cock was super thick, too. I had not realized that from the description. I slowly worked the head tasting that extra flavor uncut guys always have. I was able to get most of him in my mouth eventually. He let me work for a good while. Then he leaned forward and reached down to stroke my cock. He maneuvered us into 69 on the couch. After sucking me for a few, he moved down to my hole and began to give me the best rimjob I have had before or since. Before I realized it, our positions had reversed - I was sitting on the couch with him kneeling before me with my legs in the air and his tongue all the way inside my hole. Then in one swift motion, he raised himself into fucking position and slid inside me. This was the biggest cock I had ever taken at the time, but he had loosened me up so much that it slid in painlessly. I was just suddenly full of uncut cock. It felt so good, but after a minute I freaked out about his going in bare. I had not taken a bare cock in years at this point. I asked him to rubber up (I promise the story gets better). He was disappointed, but he was nice about it. He fucked me until he came. We did it one more time like that a week or so later. One day, he hit me up wanting to play. My roommate was home, and we tried not to hook up unless the other was out (fucked up student apartment with no real privacy). I agreed to go over to his house this time. We made out a little on his couch, and then we got naked. He was eating me out in that amazing way he had, but this time, there were poppers. [This was during one of those times when they had made one formula illegal in the US, and you hardly saw poppers for a few years. This was the first I had even seen them in at least a couple of years.] He kept encouraging me to take as many hits as I liked off his bottle. Now, I remembered how good his raw cock felt in me, and I had been jacking off thinking about it. He went to get a condom from the bedroom. While he was gone, I took a big hit and thought about taking it bare. When he got back, I asked him not to use the rubber; he threw it down like it was hot. He slid inside and gave me an amazing fuck. Then I took my first load in years. I came back for more every few days until I moved away for a work later that year. He must have given more a hundred loads or more (for years, I would come back to see school friends and always got a load from him). I also started encouraging other tops to go bare and breed me. I never really wanted to use rubbers again.

Why I didn’t get married. I was a high school nerd. If my nose wasn’t buried in books I was practicing in the band room. I even played the nerdiest instrument, bassoon. In public school sex ed the pictures were so bizarre to me that I thought women got pregnant by their nipples touching men’s nipples. I was so amazed to learn the real deal in high school sex ed that I got 100%. I remained a nerd through university rarely leaving my study carrel in the library. It was beyond amazing that I became engaged during my third year. We were both nerds. Although we engaged in heavy petting until I came, we had never ‘done the deed.’ I went to Tip Top Tailer’s to buy my wedding suite. No rental for me. She was making her simple gown from scratch. The sales attendant was a handsome, tall, slim Italian. His Mediterranean tanned olive skin looked amazing against the white starched collar of his dress shirt, and I have always loved paisley neck ties. His dress slacks were cut to emphasize his gorgeous bubble butt. He had a winning smile and chatted casually with me for a few minutes to learn what I was there for and my thoughts about my image of the perfect wedding suite. He was in no rush as we were the only two in the store. Then he said, “I’m Leo, we went to high school together.” I couldn’t place him, but he continued to smile so I guessed I hadn’t offended him. Together we picked out a smart navy-blue double-breasted suit jacket with matching dress slacks, white shirt and a red, white and blue angle stripped tie. He assured me the jacket fit perfectly right off the rack; but, the slacks would need taking in to fit correctly on my very slim frame. He’d also need to measure leg length for a cuffed finish. I was shown into the changing booth and instructed to put on the trousers and shirt. When I was ready, I stepped from behind the curtain. Leo had removed his necktie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt. I now had a great view of his smooth muscular chest and one of his dark perky nipples. He stood behind me and almost hugged me as he measured the circumference of my waist. I began to worry when he measured my hips that he would notice I was chubbing up. By the time he crouched in front of me to measure my inseam I was at full mast. I’m a grower which gets to a sizable appendage and even contained in my underwear was quite visible from his vantage point. Looking from my crotch up to my face he proclaimed; “Well your lucky woman must enjoy riding that.” My nerd self blurted; “Oh no, we’ve never had sex … I ,,, I ,,, I’ve never had sex.” “I knew you were a book worm; I didn’t realize you were so old fashioned.” Leo laughed. I must have been beat red with embracement. I was flailing myself; ‘Why did I tell him that?’ Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling the shirttails out of his slacks. He then started to unbutton the shirt I was trying on. “What are you doing?” I cried. “My shirt has been tailored to fit better.” Leo said. “You are about my size and shape. I’m letting you try it on to see if you want your wedding shirt fitted.” He stepped behind me, helped me the rest of the way out of my shirt before helping me into his. Huggin me from behind he fastened the buttons, loosened my pants, and tucked in the shirt tails. He made it seem like an accident, but his fingers brushed over my erection. No guy had ever touch me like that before, I was afraid I’d cream instantly. His face was now so close to my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Mmmm, you smell great. Your Colone suits you.” He was almost whispering. “Um … um … no Colone … must be my …‘Timberwolf’ deodorant.” I stammered. “Nice!” he nibbled my ear lobe. He must have only then remembered where we were, pulling me into the changing stall being, sure to close the curtain. Still hugging me from behind fingers from his hand stroked through my chest hair. “How do you like the fit?” His voice couldn’t have been more seductive. “The fit?” I stuttered. “Oh, yea, the shirt. It feels amazing.” “So do you.” He continued to play with my chest hair as his other hand returned to unbuttoning the shirt and pulling out the shirttails. I was soon shirtless with his bare torso pressed against my skin. I couldn’t remember a time I had felt so good and so safe. I looked down to see his masculine arms wrapped around my hairy slim belly. I felt as if I was melting into his skin. Then one of his hands started opening my pants, lowering my fly. “What are you doing?” I once again cried. “Getting you out of these clothes so I can suck your cock. You ever have your cock sucked before?” His seductive voice pressed against my ear, “Um … awe … no …. never.” He was now crouched in front of me. I involuntarily stepped out of the pants as he removed them. As he started to lower my underwear my swollen uncut boner popped free and hit him under the chin. “Fuckin A!” Leo crooned. “Ready for your first?” “No?” my voice weak and hesitant. “Your ‘no’ isn’t very convincing.” He had me. “Yes?” even more hesitant. “Let me make the decision for you.” His tongue licked the precum from my piss slit. Hearing no protest from me his lips started pushing back my foreskin. He began to suck on my exposed mushroom head. My hands involuntarily moved to the back of his head. He freed his mouth and said, “I’ll take that as permission.” I could no longer tell if he was starting to devour my engorged cock or if I was pushing deeper and deeper into his skull. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and throat were intoxicating. When my hairy balls hit his chin, my orgasm exploded. Blast after blast stared shooting beyond his tonsils as if directly into his stomach. Clearly his swallow response couldn’t keep up and he began to sputter and spit as he chocked. I was like a deer caught in headlights. I froze and tensed holding his skull impaled on my ridged tool which continued to spasm. When he could take no more, he forcefully pushed my whole body away from him freeing his windpipe. When he realized hot cum was still shooting from my cock his lips encased my cock head, and the remainder of my load filled his mouth. I was finally fully spent and way too sensitive to accept his suctioning lips any longer. I pushed his head away and only then realized what I had done. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself!” I cried. He could only respond by smiling with his whole face and happy saucer eyes gurgling “Aw love iiitt!” Point at me he continued to gurgle. “Yaw tuurnn!” “No way man. I don’t suck cock!” I protested vehemently. In response he spun me around, bent me toward the wall, spread my ass cheeks and planted his mouth on my ass hole. He proceeded to blow my cum into my hole and tonge fuck it in even deeper. I was too shocked to put up any resistance. Besides this bran new sensation was way too amazing to want it to stop. And stop way too soon it did! His mouth free to speak he proclaimed as he stood; “Don’t apologize. I loved you blasting off so soon and so deep. It’s your turn to get my load. Not in your mouth, your virgin ass! Now you’re so well lubed can I breed your ass?” His cock head was already teasing my hole. “No!” I screamed. “I’m getting married.” His left had had found my cock which was getting harder by the moment. “You may say no but your cock betrays a different story.” “Fuck Leo, what are you doing to me?” “Just giving you what you want, what you need!” he insisted. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock up your hairy ass.” “I don’t?” my damn nerdy hesitant voice again. “You’re not convincing me.” His damn seductive voice. “No?” why was I hesitant? His hard cock was putting more pressure on my hole and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. “At least … wear a condom?” I was beginning to relent. “That will hurt more, I don’t think you want that.” He reasoned. I certainly didn’t want it to hurt. I tried bargaining; “Are you clean?” Surely, he wouldn’t breed me if he had an STD. “Honestly, I can’t promise I fuck around a lot.” His hand was still on my engorged cock which twitched at this statement. “Mmmm, clearly my promiscuity turns you on.” Three involuntarily twitches. “Your horney cock betrays you, my friend.” “At least promise me you’re not HIV positive.” My bargaining chips were getting weaker and as the pressure on my hole increased my resistance weakened. “Been poz for five years.” He confidently confessed. I ‘assumed’ by five years he’d be on meds and undetectable. I knew from high school sex ed that undetectable guys were the safest. Undetectable equals untransmutable. The bottom line was this had gone too far for me to resist any longer. The teasing at my virgin ass was more than I could bare. “OK, have your way with me Leo. Truth be told, if I’m going to lose my anal virginity, I want it bareback. I need it bareback. And don’t pull out. I need your cum in me.” I blurted. “Are you sure?” His damn seductive voice. “No?” my nerdy hesitant voice. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said as his raw cock head breached my ring. I was in too much pain to argue the point “Holy shit, that hurts!” “Just breath deep, and push like you’re taking a dump.” I tried but it still hurt like hell. A small brown bottle appeared like magic under one of my nostrils. The other was pinched closed and I was instructed to breath deeply. After three inhales the bottle was moved to my other nostril and the pattern repeated. My body was flooding with warmth, my ass stopped hurting and relaxed, and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. My heart pounded with excitement. Leo proceeded to deep fuck my virgin ass knowing the signs of utter release and surrender. One of his hands covered my mouth to try and stifle my grunts and groans each time he bottomed out inside of me. There was pain, but the pleasure far exceeded it. I didn’t want this to end, and I knew like nothing before that this was exactly what my body and soul needed. “Fuck me, Leo. Harder and deeper … own my ass, make our bodies one!” It wasn’t long until he was back quietly speaking into my ear with his now raspy voice. “You are nearing the point of no return. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull out? Sure you didn’t miss a question” “Yes! I’m sure! Breed my virgin ass!” I couldn’t feel the volley after volley after volley of his cum pumping inside of me; but, I couldn’t miss the powerful contractions of his manhood on my battered ass and tender guts. I was so proud of myself for riding this out to completion. Then I remembered we weren’t quite finished. I spun around, dropped to my knees and vacuumed his dripping cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean and when he pulled it away complaining it was too sensitive, I finally saw the stinging scorpion tattoo shrinking on the top of his poz cock.

Introduction: A Forbidden Desire For years, I’ve carried a secret fantasy—a desire so intense, so [banned word], that it has shaped the way I think about intimacy and connection. The idea of being converted, of surrendering completely to a poz top, has consumed my thoughts and ignited a fire deep within me. This isn’t just a passing curiosity or a fleeting fetish. It’s a lifestyle choice, a calling that I’ve felt compelled to answer. Five years ago, I stopped taking PrEP—not out of ignorance, but out of a deliberate decision to embrace the raw reality of what I’ve been longing for. The Thrill of the Chase There’s something electrifying about the chase—the anticipation, the risk, the surrender. Barebacking is more than just physical pleasure; it’s an act of trust, an exchange of power, and an invitation to experience something primal and transformative. I crave the feeling of skin on skin, the heat of raw passion, and the knowledge that every encounter brings me closer to my ultimate goal: conversion. It’s not just about the act itself—it’s about belonging to a brotherhood, becoming part of something bigger than myself. Grindr: The Hunt for My Poz Plumber Grindr has become my hunting ground—a place where fantasies collide with reality. My profile is unapologetically direct: I’m seeking poz tops who are ready to breed me raw and take me to the next level. Every conversation is a potential gateway to fulfillment. Some fizzle out; others spark something deeper. But I’m relentless in my pursuit, driven by the knowledge that somewhere out there is the man who will make my fantasy a reality. The Decision to Stop PrEP Five years ago, I made what some would call a reckless decision—but for me, it was an act of liberation. Stopping PrEP was my way of fully committing to this journey. It wasn’t easy; it required courage and conviction. But every day since then has brought me closer to the life I’ve always dreamed of living. I know the risks—I’ve studied them extensively—but they only fuel my desire further. The thought of being bred raw by a poz top is intoxicating, overwhelming, and impossible to resist. Looking Ahead I won’t stop until I find him—the man who will take me beyond fantasy into reality. Until then, I’ll keep writing about my experiences, sharing my thoughts, and connecting with others who understand what it means to crave conversion. This blog is my confession, my manifesto, and my roadmap to fulfillment. Version Française Introduction : Un Désir Interdit Depuis des années, je porte en moi un fantasme secret—un désir si intense et si tabou qu’il a façonné ma vision de l’intimité et de la connexion humaine. L’idée d’être converti, de me livrer entièrement à un top poz, consume mes pensées et allume un feu profond en moi. Ce n’est pas une simple curiosité passagère ou un fétiche éphémère. C’est un choix de vie, un appel auquel je me sens obligé de répondre. Il y a cinq ans, j’ai arrêté la PrEP—non par ignorance mais par une décision délibérée d’embrasser pleinement la réalité brute de ce que je désire depuis toujours. L’Excitation de la Chasse Il y a quelque chose d’électrisant dans la chasse—l’anticipation, le risque, l’abandon total. Le barebacking est bien plus qu’un plaisir physique ; c’est un acte de confiance, un échange de pouvoir et une invitation à vivre quelque chose de primitif et de transformateur. Je désire ressentir le contact peau contre peau, la chaleur d’une passion brute et la certitude que chaque rencontre me rapproche de mon objectif ultime : la conversion. Ce n’est pas seulement l’acte en lui-même ; c’est l’appartenance à une fraternité, devenir partie intégrante de quelque chose de plus grand que moi. Grindr : À la Recherche de Mon Plombeur Poz Grindr est devenu mon terrain de chasse—un lieu où les fantasmes se heurtent à la réalité. Mon profil est sans détour : je recherche des tops poz prêts à m’ensemencer raw et à faire de mon fantasme une réalité. Chaque conversation est une porte potentielle vers l’accomplissement. Certaines s’éteignent ; d’autres allument quelque chose de plus profond. Mais je suis implacable dans ma quête, porté par la certitude que quelque part existe l’homme qui fera basculer ma vie dans une nouvelle dimension. La Décision d’Arrêter la PrEP Il y a cinq ans, j’ai pris ce que certains qualifieraient de décision imprudente—mais pour moi, c’était un acte de libération. Arrêter la PrEP était ma façon de m’engager pleinement dans cette quête. Ce choix n’a pas été facile ; il demandait du courage et de la conviction. Mais chaque jour depuis m’a rapproché du mode de vie dont j’ai toujours rêvé. Je connais les risques—je les ai étudiés en profondeur—mais ils ne font qu’alimenter davantage mon désir. L’idée d’être ensemencé raw par un top poz est enivrante, bouleversante et irrésistible. Regarder Vers l’Avenir Je ne m’arrêterai pas tant que je ne l’aurai pas trouvé—l’homme qui me fera passer du fantasme à la réalité. En attendant ce jour-là, je continuerai d’écrire sur mes expériences, de partager mes pensées et d’échanger avec ceux qui comprennent ce que signifie désirer la conversion. Ce blog est ma confession, mon manifeste et ma feuille de route vers l’accomplissement.

Rick...A guy about 10 years older than I, who loved having the head of his cock sucked like it was a nipple. He loved when I suctioned my lips around it and created a tight seal. Once my lips were fully latched around his head and the vacuum suction was created, I would start suckling on the head and not stop until he fed me my breakfast. We started this when I was 32 years old and he was in his early forties. The routine was pretty simple and always the same: 1, Wake up at 6am and get ready for work. 2. Drive and arrive at his house at 6:45am 3. Let myself in through the front door, which was always unlocked for me. 4. Strip off all of my clothes at the front door, except for my socks. 5. Walk to his bedroom and quietly open the door, walk over the the side of the bed, and lift up the covers. 6. Crawl between his spread legs and pull the covers back up over my head and up to his chest. 7. Turn on my left side, lay the side my head on his thigh, so I was comfortable and facing his cock. 8. Latch onto his cock and start suckling...and suckle non-stop until he fed me my breakfast. 9. Crawl out from under the covers and cover him back up and go to the front door. 10. Get dressed and drive to work, arriving by my 8am start time. There are a few things I should clarify: We never spoke during our sessions. I knew the routine and silently positioned myself under the covers to do my job. The understanding was I was to arrive most mornings, Monday - Friday for him to feed me my breakfast. If there was a problem for either of us doing it or if one of us was going out of town, we would text if it did not work. Otherwise, we were on for our morning feedings. While we started this routine when I was 32, I met my boyfriend when I was 34. We had an open relationship, so I continued the suckling/breakfast routine with Rick with no break in service and kept it going the entire time my bf and I were together. My bf and I had a mutual understanding we would not discuss our playmates and repeats were ok, so when we originally met, I simply let him know I leave my house to start my workday at 6:30am and we never discussed it further. There were occasionally some variations: On occasion, Rick texted me to confirm if I was available for "lunch." I had a lot of flexibility with my job so I could come and go as needed. If Rick fed me lunch, we did the entire routine as detailed above, with me returning back to work after my lunch break. During part of our time doing this, Rick had a roommate. We never talked about him and the routine did not change at all, including leaving my clothes at the front door. Because we did it so early, I got the impression his roommate was a sound sleeper and there was never any need to worry. Rick and I did our suckling Rick's head/feeding Jimmy breakfast thing for 21 years until I moved about 4 hours away. He also let me know he has since moved out-of-state. By far my most influential dick. I estimate Rick fed me about between 2,300 and 2,700 loads for breakfast, lunch, and occasionally even dinner. Definitely worth honorable mention here!

We started class again and Richard started lecturing. The class went on and during a practicum session Richard asked, "Did you have sex with our instructor?". "Yes i did", i said quietly "What was it like?" he asked "Having sex or having sex with our instructor?", i asked back "Both i guess", Aaron responded "Have you ever had sex with another man", i asked "Like i said earlier only fooling around, jacking off some sucking", he answered shyly "He was a good fuck. He was big and nice and hard," i said smiling "Oh tell me more", he asked He was excited and wanted to clearly hear more about my quick fuck with our instructor but also more about male intimacy. And i could see his cock being hard in his scrubs. We began the practicum session in administering first aid. One student was supposed to be the patient lying on the ground on their stomach and the other to assess and see if it was safe to turn them over. Aaron was the patient first and lay down. I went thru the questions you are supposed to ask the patient and also did some physical testing. As i was doing this i put my knee near his ass and pushed it slowly into he balls and perineum. He left out a soft moan. I knew he was horny already. I just stayed there and asked him more questions. I could hear his breathing getting harder. Slowly he slowly he closed his legs around my knee and leg and pushed further back down so i could feel my knee massaging his perineum. Our instructor came over and asked how we were doing. I said good. He could see my knee jammed into his ass. Aaron quickly opened his legs. "Is that the correct position to be near a patient", he asked me "In this case it is just testing his body making sure nothing is broken", i smiled back I moved my knee in more and moved it around massaging his sensitive area. I could hear his breathing get even hard and take deeper breaths. I could also see our instructors cock nice and hard pushing against his scrubs. When it was time to turn him over I put my hand on his waist and turned him over. As i did so my hand brushed against his now rock hard cock. It looked like it was going to break thru his scrubs and there was a small wet spot from all the precum he was leaking. It jumped when i touched it. I think our instructor wanted to fuck him right there but another group called him and asked him for help so he left. Aaron looked up at me and was breathing hard and looked like if i touched him again he would shoot right there. I resisted and just offered him my hand and pulled him up. After class Aaron asked if i wanted to grab a drink. I said sure.

Oddly, no. I had just been hired at Mans Country to do charts, play box, make/alter arrangements, whatever needed doing for musical acts hired in for a weekend. The first time I went there, Manhattan Transfer was due to arrive that evening, and one of the performers couldn't make it. So I spent my first time at a tubs doing charts !!! I will say that in subsequent days I did make up for that faux-est of pas's.

I probably knew for sure when I was at school, maybe about 14ish. When I jerked off, it was always to the thought of getting used and fucked by guys, never to the thought of me fucking others (guys or girls). I also used to fantasize so hard about sucking off all the guys in the locker room when we were getting changed.

Part 2: no more poz dicks! Remember that hiv dude? I let him fuck me. It felt super but then I regreted it quickly after that. I mean he's very hot and his dick felt so good. But I need to make smarter choices. I know I dont always make the smart choices but I try. Troy (the hiv guy) kept texting me wanting to bred me some more. So I told him I dont want any more poz dicks to fuck me. But he kept perssisting on to fuck me. He asked me if I enjoyed it the last time. I was honest and said "I really liked it!!!" when I texted him. But i also told him I was scared, right? Troy told me that I was gonna get hiv anyway because I liked sex with poz guys. I guess that was true. Nobody's dick ever felt better in my butthole. Man, I really wanted to feel him cum in my butt again. Like now! I tryed to ignore all his texts. I guess I gave in, though last night. He kept sending me sexy texts like "you want to beg for my aids cum again?" and i told him to stop sending those. "please stop. you're giving me a boner!" I sent back, he explaned to me that I got a boner because i wanted to get fucked by him. that was kinda true. He offred to come over and just suck my dick and thats all he would do if thats all i wanted. That sounded like a good idea. I needed my boner to go away. I had so many boners thinking about troy since then. Maybe this would help, right? Neway, he came over and he sucked my dick. I had an hiv dude sucking my dick! Damn, it felt great. "you want me to fuck your ass again?" he asked me. Damn, why did he ask me that? i told him "please dont ask me that when i have a boner." and he just kept saying things like, "u know u want it. i'll fuck my aids cum into you again and you will love it." then he sucked my dick some more. why did he put those thoughts in my head? my boner was so tight and i looked down and saw that big dick as he sucked on me. i wanted it. suddenly, i just said, "yeah! fuck me again!" he spinned me around so quickly and pushed me up against the wall right away. then i felt his tongue in my butthole again. "that feels great!" i said. i knew i should tell him to stop but that dick would feel so good. i couldnt decide what to do!

Now hard as a rock, I cleaned the cum up that had already leaked out of my ass, drying out my underpants a little, and, now making a conscious effort to keep my hole clenched, pulled my pants up. I left the coffee shop and pulled out my phone. I had a few messages on both Grindr and Scruff from before meeting the man who had just bred my hole for the first time. I was horny again, my lust had returned three fold, and now I needed to get fucked again. I knew I shouldn’t be considering doing what I was but my mind was not in control of my actions in that moment. With a load already snuck into my hole I found myself desperate for another. I wanted another load fucked into me, and this time I wanted to know it. Some shred of my mind still clung to logic and I knew that I would only meet with a guy who was NEG. I thought of the guy at the gym and my hole twitched, a little drop of cum leaking out. As I continued to walk towards my house I scrolled through Grindr and Scruff with no luck. Just as I turned the corner I remembered an old fuck buddy who had lived on that block, he was super hot just the type I was looking for a burly man in his mid thirties. I had actually stopped seeing him because he wanted to bareback me, and I was so pathologically against it that I had just stopped seeing him even for suggesting it. I suppose I was young and stupid at twenty-one. It didn’t take me long to find him in my contacts and I quickly sent him the first message I had in months: I’m horny as fuck and on your block, wanna fuck my ass? There was only a moments delay in his response: You decided you’re ready for my load didn’t you kid? Yes. I’ll buzz you up when you’re here. I hurried a long the block and found his building from memory. He buzzed me in and almost in a trance I found myself standing in front of his dark wood door with brass number plate. I knocked and he opened the door completely naked, his seven and a half inch cock already hard and thick. He seemed to have put on muscle sense I had last seen him and if anything was hairier then before. My hole twitched and another small drop of cum leaked out. He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me inside. “Strip,” he said waiting no time. I dropped my gym bag shucked my clothes for the second time in a hour, standing for a moment before him in my cum damp boxer briefs before sliding those off too. “I’ve missed your sweet hole,” he whispered as he drew close. It looked as though he were going to kiss me but as soon as he was close enough he spun me around and bent me over slightly, then he bent down and licked my ass. “You’ve already been bred today,” he said suppressed, “The little condom jock’s turned into the cum pig I knew he was.” “Sort of,” I said sheepishly as he began lapping at my cummy hole. I told him what had happened with the last guy and he laughted. “You got stealthed and now that you’ve felt how good a load can feel in your hole you can wait to get more. Shit you’ll be begging for POZ loads in no time.” I thought of the guy at the gym and my hole flexed a little involuntarily, “I’m neg,” I said, however, “and I want to say that way.” “Don’t worry boy you won’t be getting any charged loads from me,” he answered and stood up again, one hand on my shoulder the other on my hip. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my cum lubed hole and I let out a moan. This was not going to be some long passionate love making, this was going to be a quick and dirty fuck I could tell and it was just what I needed. I pushed my ass back a little trying to grab at his dick with my hole. After another moment of teasing he gave me what I wanted and sank his fat cock into my needy hole. I let out a long low moan as he slid inside of me bottoming out quickly and then pulling back till his head popped out of my hole with a wet slap. He jammed his cock roughly back into me making me yelp and began to destroy my hole with his pounding. Rough and merciless he fucked me, using my hole to milk the cum from his cock, and I loved it. I was like a bitch in heat, the feeling of his raw dick sliding around inside of me with only the cum of my first hook up to lube his cock was driving me insane. I was moaning and gasping like a whore begging him to breed my hole, to fuck me, to wreck my ass and he was obliging. Any one passing by his apartment in the hallway would have heard not only me but the steady slapping of skin hitting skin as he drilled my hole open. He must have been super horny when I got there, or perhaps he was as turned on by his raw cock in my hole as I was because quickly I could feel his pace changing and his breath becoming more ragged as he got close to climax. Bucking hard, he held onto my hips pulling me back towards him, till suddenly he growled and sunk his full length into me and held absolutely still. His cock throbbed inside of me as I loosed it precious seed into my guts. I felt that same warmth flooding me again, and through my cock was hard as a rock I had no interest in touching it, it was that warmth that I was chasing now. After what seemed like a glorious age, he pulled out slowly with a soft squesh as my hole tried to close after his vicious pounding. He smacked me on the ass and said, “Call me when you’re ready for another load kid, now get the fuck out.” I quickly got dressed and grabbed my bag, my cock hard as a rock and my hole leaking cum I was still filled with a lust for cock and cum.

I could never stay hard in a condom, either fucking or when someone fucked me but the good boy in me just put up, then I hooked with a guy in a club...think I was 18 and he was 20 and we ended up back at his, once we got all he sucking and wanking over with it was time to fuck and there was no mention of rubber...he went in raw and it was like a whole new world opened up. By the morning I went home with 3 loads inside me. We dated for 3 months and then I spotted walking into a city centre cottage and upon investigation he was fucked a guy in a stall raw. But then I was young and thought that relationships where about fucking with one guy only so ended it but left with bareback desire alight. After that I would avoid rubbers if I could and by the time I hit 26 I was poz and I am now 36 and workout 5 times aweek and run triathlons so it hasn't stopped me in anyway; yes I have to take a pill a day...I have to do that for hayfever too, really not hard; I have to go to hospital every 6 months I get a full check up looking at everything from my weight to my blood pressure so if something is amiss there is time to fix it. I only look for guys into bb so don't have the rejection and I find these days 90% of guys in a dark room bb and if they want it safe I just move off; however I find a lot will take that bag off anyway and go in raw. If bb is your thing then becoming poz is something you have to deal with; so you can either moan or moan while taking a recharge off another hot poz guy and get on enjoying your one life!

Carrying Bobby back to the room I was amazed at how light the little guy is. I still can’t believe that he is 22 but as he is willing to be my little brother or my little boy I don’t really care how old he is as long as he doesn’t mind staying a boy. I have always been attracted to younger guys but wouldn’t go near a minor and that first day I met Bobby I knew he was the boy for me. He looks so peaceful in my arms yet just minutes ago he got the most brutal fuck I ever gave anyone and he went from being the hole I was destroying to his innocent self so quickly almost like he never stopped being innocent even while I was knocking him up. Wow, I hope he never loses that ability. I plan on doing everything I’ve dreamed about to him and he so far has shown that he is willing but soon we will see what he thinks of me letting other men use his little body. I set him down in order to open the door and as I was opening it one of the guys that held him down on the picnic table walked up to him and asked if we wanted company. As the guy spoke Bobby was staring at the guys erect and dripping nine inch boywrecker and said, “It’s up to my Daddy” and then looked up and smiled at me so I knew he wanted it and I told the guy that we had some party prep needs first and the guy said he’d grab his kit and I told him to give us a couple of minutes then to join us. We went in the room and I said to Bobby, “Looks like you have decided already you want other guys to use your body” “I never thought about it before but when you told me I would need more cock I believed you and once I saw his cock I wanted it so bad and since he was nice enough to hold me while you took me I thought maybe you’d hold me while he does me.” I pulled Bobby into my chest and kissed him as I stuck in a finger in his pussy which caused him to moan into my mouth and got me to kiss him rougher and I started shoving two fingers and he just moaned even more. The rougher I got the more he moaned so I asked, “Bobby, do you want this guy to be really rough on your body?” “Oh yes Daddy, I don’t want him to make love to me as I only want that from you, I want him to just take me, rape me, hurt me and I want to try to fight him off so you could hold me while he hurts me more. The ministers were right, men will hurt me, and I’ve dreamed about this day for most of my life and I want men to just use me as they want to.” “Well, I am sure he is very willing to rape your new boypussy until you are screaming. Are you ready to get higher now too? “Yeah I want everything from you but I want to be able to remember this first guy who uses me” “I will give you enough to make you want everything and more but not enough that you’ll blank out” The guy knocked and when I opened the door I saw he had more than just his kit as he had a big gym bag. He entered and I closed the door behind him as he held up his bag and said I brought some toys if you feel like using them on the boy. This perked Bobby right up and he said “I love playing with toys” which caused me and the guy to laugh. I put my arm around Bobby and said to the guy this here is my boy Bobby and I’m Stephen, and then Jim introduced himself and commented that it didn’t look like we partied yet and he was wondering if there may have been mis-communication. I told him that today was not only the first fuck for Bobby but also he took his first booty bump but now he is going to feel a rush and I thought it best to wait for you so that you didn’t knock while I was slamming him. Hearing that, Jim pulled out his kit and unzippered it showing four points ready to go. “Let’s get him tweaked then!” “Thanks but I want to start easy with him” I told Jim, and he replied “That's good as I don’t do it often and my points are all only .3”. That is more than I thought about giving Bobby but not so much as to make his memory cloudy so I told Bobby “This will be strong enough for you to feel awesome but you’ll remember this night for a long time.” Although I hoped Jim was honest about the dose. Jim then reached into his bag and pulled out a little league baseball cap and put it on Bobby’s head and said “Perfect” and turned to me and asked if I wanted to do the boy while he enjoyed the rush and I said no I want you to rim Bobby first as I make sure he’s ok and then when he tells us he is ready you can take him and then I’ll slam myself as I watch you two. I had Bobby sit up on the bed as I put the tourniquet on him and told him what to expect and not to be scared. “Daddy, I don’t think I will ever be scared again, at least not when I am with you” “Good boy, now hold still", as Jim handed me an alcohol wipe and he cleaned his arm as I did Bobby’s and then Jim handed me a point. Finding a vein on Bobby's pure white flawless arms was easy and within a moment I got the flash and as I loosened the tourniquet a little, I told Bobby, “Time to fly” as I started slowly pushing the plunger in and then Bobby whispered “Daddy, I love you”. I removed the point and tourniquet and held Bobby’s arm up as I held a cotton pad over the injection site. Bobby’s face went from a confused look to a surprised/worried look then he coughed twice and the calm peaceful smile came back and he started to lean back so I let down his arm and he laid down and smiled at me. We heard Jim cough also and a moment later he got on the bed and asked if everything was good and Bobby looked at him and said “It will be good once you start using me” which got me to laugh again but Jim said nothing just lifted Bobby legs and actually bent him almost in half as he started to lick all around Bobby’s hole. Bobby gasped with the feelings going through him and told me that he felt so fucking good, and I told him to enjoy it and let me slam myself so I could join him. Jim started to get his tongue inside and Bobby’s mouth was wide open as if he was trying to gasp or moan in pleasure. I slammed myself and then laid down next to Bobby and made out with him for a couple of minutes until Bobby said “Daddy this feels so good but shouldn't my boypussy be hurt too”. Jim hearing that stopped eating Bobby’s hole and looked at me and I told him “Jim, I think you should rape Bobby and make his boypussy sore.” Jim told Bobby “I will rape and punish your boypussy and you can scream all you want but I will not stop even when you beg. Your Daddy will tell me when you had enough and I am not stopping until then.” Then Jim asked me “should I pull out and shoot all over him?” and again Bobby beat me to the reply and said “I do not waste cum so you must shoot it in my bum, I mean my boypussy, or my mouth”. Jim then looked at me as he tapped his highly stylized biohazard tattoo that I hadn’t even recognized and when I nodded ok to him he exclaimed, “Boy your pussy is getting wrecked tonight but first it needs a warm up” as he lifted Bobby’s legs high and started to spank his perfectly smooth white ass and it didn’t take long before he had it red and Bobby started to tear up a little which satisfied Jim and he lowered Bobby’s legs onto his shoulders and without saying anything plunged into Bobby completely and much rougher than I would have and as Bobby screamed I covered his mouth with mine and made out with him as he continued to scream into my mouth.