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In the heart of Toronto, nestled in a trendy loft converted into a playground for the city's most adventurous, I found myself at a jockstrap party. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the underlying musk of sex. The room pulsed with the throb of electronic music, and the hum of anticipation was palpable. I was drawn to the corner where two sexy daddies were holding court, their presence commanding and their eyes hungry with desire. They were both tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Their jockstraps barely contained their massive cocks, and I could see the outlines of their thick shafts straining against the fabric. One had a thick, veiny cock that looked like it could split me in two, while the other had a monster of a cock, at least 10 inches long and thick as a fucking soda can. Their chests were broad and hairy, and their arms were corded with muscle, a testament to their strength and power. I approached them, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They noticed me immediately, their eyes roaming over my body with a predatory gaze. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them said, his voice a deep rumble. "A fresh little meat looking for some fun." I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'm looking for a good time," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We can give you a good time," the other one said, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "But you have to be ready for us. We like it rough, and we like to share." I swallowed hard, my ass clenching at the thought. "I'm ready," I said, my voice more confident this time. They led me to a sling, the leather creaking as they secured me in place. My ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ready for whatever they had in store. They fed me poppers, the sharp, sweet smell filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. The room spun, and my senses heightened, every touch, every sound, amplified. One of them stepped up behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. He rubbed the head against my hole, teasing me, making me beg for it. "Please," I moaned, my body aching with need. "Fuck me." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching me wide. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The other daddy stepped up, his monster cock in hand. He pressed the head against my mouth, and I opened wide, taking him in. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. I sucked him with fervor, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with his arousal. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other fed me his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire as they pounded into me. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, they switched, and I was being stretched by the monster cock. It was intense, the stretch almost too much, but I loved every second of it. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound a symphony of pleasure. As he fucked me, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you tested negative, little one?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes a month now," I managed to gasp out. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And are you on Prep?" he asked, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Again, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the throb of the music and the sound of our bodies slapping together. He leaned back, a wicked grin on his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're going to fill you up with the most potent cum you've ever had. You're going to be fertilized, little one. You're going to carry our seed." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I was theirs to use, theirs to fill, and I was ready for whatever they had in store. The daddy with the thick, veiny cock took his turn next, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the sling creak. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. But the night wasn't over yet. More men joined, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their turn in the sling. I was passed around, each man taking their pleasure from my ass, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall and lean, with a cock that was long and thin, like a fucking blade. He stepped up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding in with ease, stretching me wide. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. Another man took his turn, his cock thick and short, like a fucking baseball bat. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. The night wore on, and I was passed around, each man taking their turn, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. I couldn't keep count of how many men there were, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their pleasure from my ass. Finally, as the night began to wane, the two daddies returned, their cocks still hard and ready. They stepped up behind me, their hands roaming over my body, their touches sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for more, little one?" one of them asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. They took their turns, their cocks stretching me wide, filling me completely. They pounded into me, their hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, their cocks hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. They didn't let up, their cocks driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking their cocks, drawing them deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, they unloaded inside me, their hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as they pumped their load, their cocks pulsing with each spurt. They stayed inside me, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their orgasm, until finally, they pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had been used, filled, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and I knew I would never forget it. After the party, I stepped outside to get some fresh air and have a smoke. The cool night breeze felt good against my sweaty skin. As I was taking a drag, a sexy bartender from the club joined me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You looked like you had quite the night in there." I smirked, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "You could say that," I replied, taking another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I heard you were the one getting fucked in the sling. Is that true?" I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the memory. "Yeah, that was me." He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Well, you're a lucky little twink. I've seen those daddies in action, and they know how to use that equipment." I felt a flush of heat spread through me, remembering the intensity of the night. "They sure do," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, his body pressing against mine. "You know, I've been watching you all night. You're fucking hot, and I've been dying to get a piece of that ass." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face. He nodded, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "Oh, yeah. And I think it's time I had my turn." Before I could respond, he spun me around, pushing me up against the wall of the alley. His hands roamed over my body, his touches firm and confident. He unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head against my ass, rubbing it against my hole, teasing me. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound echoing through the alley, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As we caught our breath, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, my hands still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We smoked in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the cigarettes and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I think you're going to be changing a lot of details on your hookup app profiles soon." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? And why is that?" He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say that the daddies you were with tonight are known for their... potent seed. And from the looks of it, you took quite the load." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I mean, little one, that you're probably carrying a little something extra now. Something that's going to change your life forever." I didn't understand what he meant, but his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As I walked away, my body aching and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for whatever was to come. Two months later, as I lay in bed, feverish and aching, the diagnosis came: HIV. I was bugged, and it was all because of that wild night at the jockstrap party. But as I thought back to the words whispered in my ear, the promise of being fertilized with the most potent cum, I realized what the bartender had meant. I had been changed, marked by that night, and now I carried a part of them with me, a constant reminder of the pleasure and the risk. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a risk I took, and now I was paying the price. But the memory of that night, the intensity of the pleasure, the raw, primal nature of it all—it was something I would never forget. And as I looked to the future, I knew that my life would never be the same.

Why hadn’t Kevin come back? Nigel looked at the naked man and the heavy, drooling cock and felt his sensible, rational self fading before the lust he felt. Slowly, he raised his tee shirt over his head, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, then pushed them down and stepped out of his clothes. His face was red with embarrassment as he felt Bill’s eyes on his chubby body and ashamed at his small cock and balls hanging below his ample belly. Bill moved towards him “So...you want to stay then?” Nigel felt the heat from the man’s body and gasped as Bill took his hand and curled it around his penis. It was warm and the skin was smooth. His fingers stroked it and were soon coated in Bill’s precum. Bill lifted Nigel’s hand and licked the cum from his fingers. Nigel shivered with lust and fear and Bill smiled. “Let’s go upstairs and find Kevin, shall we? I’m sure everyone’s checking him out by now.” Bill led the way up the narrow stairs, giving Nigel a close up view of his backside. As he climbed, the hairy buttocks parted to reveal a dark cleft glistening with some kind of lube. Nigel swallowed hard. He was excited by Bill’s bum, but also worried about what might happen next. They reached the landing. Kevin’s tool bag was outside the toilet but he wasn’t there. Nigel heard a TV and voices coming from a room across the way and followed Bill to the doorway. He felt really nervous about being seen naked as Bill stood back and pushed him inside. There were several men in the room on two couches. A TV on the wall was showing porn, but it wasn’t what made Nigel gasp with shock. Two old men sat on the filthy couches stroking erections as a nude man knelt beside them being fucked in his fat arse by a short, muscular black guy with a bald head and rings in his dark nipples. As he thrust back and forth, Nigel saw his cock was bare and glistening with cum or lube. The kneeling man groaned and turned his head and his eyes went wide as he saw Nigel standing in the door way. “K...Kevin!” Gasped Nigel. Kevin smiled and just knelt there being fucked. “But...he’s doing it...bareback!” Bill’s hand slid over Nigel’s back and cupped his buttocks. “Of course he is.” His finger slid between the soft mounds and probed Nigel’s arsehole. “He’s going to feel some sperm in him soon and he’ll get pregnant.” Nigel paled as he realised what that meant. But he couldn’t stop watching as the black guy’s thrusts became more urgent. He grabbed Kevin’s hips and grunted softly. He shuddered in orgasm and when he’d finished, he pulled a long, cum smeared cock out of Kevin’s rectum. “There you go!” laughed Bill. “Thanks,” grunted the black guy. He came over and winked at Nigel who was transfixed by the dripping cock hanging beneath his belly. “Mmmm,” He said. “Nice arse. I’ll give you my babies later.” Kevin sank down onto the couch. He could feel the spunk dripping out of his arsehole onto the filthy material. He looked at Kevin standing, nude, in the doorway being fely up by Bill. The lad was obviously excited by what he had seen but also unsure and fearfuk about this room full of toxic old men. “Well, Nigel.” He said. “You’ve seen me being bred now. Why don’t you sit down over here and relax for a bit.” Bill pushed Nigel gently into the room and he went over to the sofa on rubbery legs. The two old men made a space and he sat between them, feeling the heat ad sweaty smell of their old bodies. The thin one he had seen before said “I’m Sid, and this isArthur.” The other man was shorter, older and when he grinned he revealed a mouthful of broken and blackened teeth. He was sporting a thick erection which rose up from a metal ring at it’s base and he licked his lips when he saw Nigel stare at it. Nigel looked away red faced. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. He wasn’t stupid. He realised this dirty old men were toxic and he’d probably seen his aunt’s husband being pozzed. He squirmed and felt he should go, and yet it was so exciting to be here naked. Arthur produced a small brown bottle which he sniffed. It smelt like solvent and the whiff of it made Nigel’s heart beat and he felt languid and sexy. “So,” said Sid “You’re Kevin’s nephew.” As he spoke, he took Nigels hand and wrapped it rounf his stiiff cock. “N...no..”replied Nigel. “He’s married to my aunt.” He watched as Kevin sniffed the bottle and sagged back playing with a small cock beneath his belly. “Are you going soon, Arthur?” Asked Sid, ignoring Nigel’s reply. “Yeah, got to see a man in town” He pushed the bottle under Nigel’s nose and the youth felt the poppers sweep through him, washing away his anxiety and making him feel in heat. He felt hands gently raise and push him until he was kneeling on the sofa. He heard Sid say “Nice young man you’ve got here, Kevin.” as he rubbed something cold and slippery into Nigel’s arsehole. He jumped at this intimate contact as Arthur got heavily off the sofa and went behind him. He felt his boney fingers on his hips and then the heavy cock pushed against his hole. “W...wait...ooof..it hurts!” He wailed Kevin reached over and put the bottle under Nigel’s nose. “Just relax, Nigel” He whispered. “Let him in.” Nigel gasped and then the old man’s cock stretched him wider, wider and then slid up him in a rush. He groaned as he was impaled and then the man began to slide in and out, his balls slapping against his own. “Nice,” said Sid. “ What time have you got to be in town?” Arthur was picking up the pace, enjoying the feel of the lad’s rectum around his cock. “Oh..ahh...in about an hour.” He gasped “Gonna cum soon!” Nigel shook with the thrusts as the poppers wore off. He realised the man was intent on cumming toxic spunk in him and the thought made him excited and fearful at the same time. Kevin stroked his head “Shhhh.”He said. “You know you want it. It will be over soon.” Arthur was thrusting madly back and forth and then he cried out, pushed against Nigel’s bum and he felt the penis in him throb and throb as it spurted inside him. The old man stepped back and pulled out his cock and slapped Nigel’s bum. “Phew! Thanks!” Bill laughed and went off downstairs with Arthur. Sid stood up and moved into position. “It’s in you now, Nigel.” Kevin said. “We’ll make sure your pregnant before we go home, shall we?” As he spoke, Sid’s cock slid easily up inside Nigel’s arse through the lube and Arthur’s spunk and he sagged in surrender beneath the old man’s thrusts...

Doug's fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as he waited outside the arrivals terminal. The afternoon sun glinted off the windshield, casting flickering shadows across the dashboard. He had been looking forward to this moment all week, the anticipation building with each passing day. When Jay finally emerged from the sliding doors, rolling his suitcase behind him, Doug felt a surge of relief and desire course through his body. Jay slid into the passenger seat with a grin, leaning over to plant a firm kiss on Doug's lips. "Miss me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Doug swallowed hard, his cock already stirring in his jeans. "You have no idea," he admitted, pulling away from the curb and merging into traffic. The drive to Jay's home was a blur of stolen touches and heated glances, the sexual tension between them palpable. As soon as they stepped through the front door, Doug was on Jay, pushing him against the wall and crashing their lips together. His hands fumbled with the buttons of Jay's shirt, desperate to feel skin against skin. Jay chuckled against his mouth, pulling back slightly. "Eager, aren't you?" he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. Doug's breath hitched as he managed to get Jay's shirt open, revealing his muscular chest. "God, I've missed you," he groaned, leaning in to nip at Jay's collarbone. Jay's hands tangled in Doug's hair, pulling him closer. "I've missed you too, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. But then he hesitated, his hands stilling Doug's frantic movements. "First, you should know I forgot to bring my meds on my trip," he said, his voice serious. "There's a small chance I may be infectious. Do you want to wait?" Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and arousal coursing through him. He looked up at Jay, his eyes wide and pleading. "I can't wait," his voice barely above a whisper. "No possible way. I need you, Jay. Now." Jay searched Doug's face for a moment before nodding, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Alright, baby," he said, his voice softening. "Let's go to the bedroom." They stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached the bed, they were both naked, their cocks hard and leaking. Jay pushed Doug onto the mattress, climbing on top of him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Doug moaned into his mouth, his hands roaming over Jay's muscular back, pulling him closer. Jay's cock pressed against Doug's, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "Fuck, I've dreamed about this," Doug gasped, his hips bucking up to meet Jay's. Jay chuckled, his breath hot against Doug's ear. "Me too, baby," he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip Doug's cock. "Me too." They kissed again, their tongues tangling as their bodies pressed together. Doug could feel Jay's heart pounding against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. Jay's hand stroked him slowly, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip, spreading the precum down his shaft. Jay then started eating Doug's ass with evident hunger. His tounge pushing in, then taking nibbles around his hole. "Jay," Doug gasped, his hips jerking up into Jay's touch. "Please, I need you inside me." Jay groaned, his cock twitching against Doug's thigh. "You're so needy, baby," he teased, his voice rough with desire. "I love it." He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube and slicking up his fingers while tossing Doug poppers. Doug spread his legs, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers circled his entrance. "Please," he begged, his voice trembling. Jay's fingers pressed inside, stretching him slowly. Doug moaned, his back arching off the bed as Jay's fingers crooked, hitting that spot inside him that made his toes curl as he huffed. "Fuck, Jay," he gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. "More, please." Jay added another finger, scissoring them to stretch Doug wider. "You're tight, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to be inside you." Doug whimpered, his cock leaking onto his stomach. "Please, Jay," he begged. "I need you. Now." Jay withdrew his fingers, slicking up his cock before pressing the tip against Doug's entrance. Doug's breath hitched as Jay pushed slowly inside, the stretch burning deliciously. "Fuck," he gasped, his nails digging into Jay's back. "Yes, just like that." Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and hot." Jay fucked Doug slowly but firmly, pushing his cockhead repeatedly through Doug's second hole, and moving him through position after position. While Jay was spooning him from behind, Doug thought to himself in his poppered up haze: this raw cock fucking me has probably been in half the gays in town; this raw cock fucking me belongs to a guy who might love me; this raw cock fucking me might convert me. This was a level of sexual extacy far above whatever he had experienced before. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their pleasure, now with Doug on his back, feet over Jay's shoulders. "Should I pull out before I cum?" Jay asked. Doug stared at the biohazzard tat above the cock that was fucking him. "No," he said, "dont pull out. Breed me Jay. Fucking breed me." Doug's cock leaked onto his stomach, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. "Jay," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I'm close." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug's now less tight hole. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock." Doug's back arched off the bed as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting cum onto his stomach. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Doug, filling him with his hot load. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Doug's heart pounded in his chest, his body humming with satisfaction. Jay's cock was still inside him, softening slowly as their breathing evened out. Jay pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling Doug against him. Doug snuggled into his chest, his body still humming with pleasure. "That was something else," he murmured, his voice soft and content. Jay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Doug's head. "It was," he agreed, his voice warm. "But we should get cleaned up and have some dinner. I'm starving." Doug nodded, reluctantly pulling away from Jay's warmth. They showered together, their bodies pressing close as they washed each other with tender touches. After drying off, they dressed and headed to the local restaurant where they'd had their first date. As ate, Doug couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, his heart still pounding with the memory of their earlier encounter, feeling his rectum full of Jay' cum. Jay caught his gaze, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asked, his voice soft. Doug hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns on the tablecloth. "I was just thinking about earlier," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About how turned on I was by the thought you might be converting me." Jay's eyes darkened with desire, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth. "I was turned on too, baby," he admitted, his voice rough. "The thought of filling you with my POZ cum, of possibly converting you... it's intoxicating." Doug's cock twitched in his jeans, his breath hitching at Jay's words. "I still have a voice inside my head saying I should be more careful," he admitted, his voice trembling. "But I can't help how I feel." Jay reached across the table, his hand covering Doug's. "There's nothing wrong with how you feel," he murmured, his voice soft. "You're allowed to want it. You're allowed to get it too, if it's what you want. Fucking hot for me, if you do. I'll have to go back on my meds. My health is important to me. But I could wait a little while longer, if you wanted." Doug nodded, his heart swelling with affection for this man who could be so tender and caring, even as he indulged in his darkest desires. "Yes please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Jay squeezed his hand, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "After dinner," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I think I should have another load for you, baby. What do you think?" Doug's breath hitched, his cock hardening at Jay's words. "Yes," he gasped, his voice trembling with desire. "Please, Jay. I need you." Jay's eyes darkened with lust, his hand tightening around Doug's. "Good," he murmured, his voice rough. "Because I need you too, baby. More than you know." They finished their meal in a haze of desire. As they walked back to Jay's their bodies pressed close as they stole kisses and touches. As soon as they were in the apartment, Jay pulled Doug into the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Their kisses were frantic, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as they stripped off their clothes. Jay's cock was hard and leaking, pressing against Doug's thigh as they kissed. "I need you inside me," Doug gasped, his voice trembling with desire. Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he lined up his cock with Doug's entrance. "You're so needy, baby," he teased, his voice rough with lust. "I love it." He pushed inside, the stretch burning deliciously as Doug's body opened for him. "Fuck," Doug gasped, his nails digging into Jay's back. "Yes, just like that." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug's wet hole. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're in heat for this, I can smell it on you," Jay went on. Doug's cock leaked onto his stomach, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. "Jay," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I'm close." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock penetrating Doug as deep as it could. "You want this ass I'm fucking to be a POZ ass," he asserted, his voice rough with desire. "Yes," Doug muttered, staring into his lover's eyes. Jay stroked Doug's cock with one hand. "You want this to be a POZ cock," again a declaration. "Yes," said Doug, his volume rising slightly. Jay shifted his caress to Doug's scrotum. "You want these to be POZ balls that make POZ cum," he said. Again, Doug stared in Jay's eyes and said, "yes." Glistening with sweat Jay growled, "yeah, you want to be a POZ pig like me." "Fuck yeah," Doug almost yelled. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Doug, filling him with his hot load. Doug could feel the heat and the throbbing deep in him, his second ring fully open. Jay collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Doug's heart pounded in his chest, his body humming with satisfaction. Jay's cock was still inside him, softening slowly as their breathing evened out. Jay pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling Doug against him. Doug snuggled into his chest, his body still humming with pleasure. "That was amazing," he murmured, his voice soft and content. Jay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Doug's head. "It was," he agreed, his voice warm. "But we should get some sleep. We'll make another deposit in the morning." Doug nodded, his eyes already drifting closed as he cuddled into Jay's warmth. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and excitement for what the future held.

So my bro and I have been playing beach volleyball quite a bit in Laguna Beach. I've made a few friends that hang out the nets..most are variety of people who liked to watch. Straight bros who wanna play, Straight girls who wanna get laid, older people or kids who liked to watch....and of course, the gay dudes who who ogle the players...lol...like I said I've made a few friends...wink! So a couple of weeks ago..this younger gay bro starts hanging out and watching. Me, my bro, started to eventually chat with him and it turns out he likes to draw...now this kid is not my type...either physically or mentally....he's very shy too but, slowly starts waving at us...and would start to chat if we said hi. He's a freshman in college..and art major, works for his parents, and lives at home in Orange County. We've invited him to play but, he's not the sports type...I'm gonna be blunt and don't mean to offend but, he's a nerd, in every sense , and he's pale and there is a sadness to him...My Bro said he reminds him of the Sandman on Netflix...pale and angst! So as the weeks went on he watch us play, read, draw, and occasionally chat with us when we weren't playing. So one day, as my bro played and I stayed out..I ran over to the this kid and sat down next to him and said hi as I drank some bottle water. He had been drawing. We chatted about how he'd been doing and just to keep the conversation flowing I asked what he was drawing. Now most of the time it's landscapes of the beach. This time he turned red but opened his tablet and showed me the drawing and it was me playing volleyball. The kid was actually a good artist and the likness of me was spot on down to the treasure trail on my belly. We hadn't been sure how this kid leaned sexually until now...I told him that it was beautiful and how impressed I was...and flattered! He shyly said that to him, I was beauty in a man's form and he wanted to draw more of me and then he reached over and briefly touched my left pec. I smiled at him said sure bro and then quickly ran back over to the volleyball game and started with a new game. Now I knew the guy had a crush on me but, I never expected to have him lead me to conversation that he, impressively, had the balls to bring and ask a few weeks later. So it was towards the end of the day and people had started to clear the beach...my bro had taken off earlier and I stayed to finish a game. When the game was over I was over at my jeep, toweling off, putting my shit in the jeep. I had turned my back to the beach as I was putting deodorant on and the kid came up behind and said hi! I kind of jumped cause I didn't him and turned...I said man, you're like a cat! I didn't hear you! I proceeded to put deodorant under my other pit as I laughed and he just turned red and kinda looked at me and the ground...he said he wanted to chat and did I have some time...I said sure so we leaned against the front of the jeep facing the beach. He proceeded to open his backpack, and pull out his tablet..he handed to me and said I wanted to show you my drawings. I smiled and proceeded to open it up...the drawings were of me playing and shirtless...then drawings of my back and butt...and then full on frontal nudes of me. Now he hadn't seen me naked but, his imagination wasn't to far off...I just stared at them and said that they are beautiful and that he was talented...Then the ask came quietly from him. He asked if he could see me really naked. Now I'm not shy at all and to kind of lighten him of his apparent nerves as well. I said like this and turned and mooned him! He actually laughed and said, that he wasn't a creep or crazy. That, yes, he had a crush on me, but, it wasn't a unhealthy one and he knew the reality between us. You know I did believe him. I said bro, we've all had crushes. He then proceeded to tell me that he's family would be moving to Europe and he will be going with them. He had been accepted into art college over there. I told him that was great news and Im sure he's excited and he'll go far in art career. He then said he had a request..That he wanted me to take his virginity! I was stunned but not upset...I actually admired the guy for asking. He proceeded to say that he knew he wouldn't see me again. That he wanted the first time to occasion that he will feel safe and in control. That he didn't love me and knew I didn't love him. That it would be for him something to cherish and remember. I said Dude, I've never had someone ask me something like this. He said that if was to happen he expected me to be very honest with him and ask him anything. So I said well...I know your not a stalker or gonna be the type to cling or fall in love me. That it appeared you've given this some thought. I said Dude, you're not my type at all but, you've explained yourself. I gave him my telephone number and said let me give a thought and to call me the next day. He totally understood and agreed. I leaned over gave him a peck on the cheek, and I left. After pondering it over and chatting with my bro...I was still on the fence about it when he called the next day. When I answered the phone, I asked him again why and he explained himself again and then ended that not everyone can say they lost their virginity to art. I said that i believe that a man can have sex in love and also have sex without it...that type of sex is like playing sports...everyone has great time, build camaraderie, make friends but that's it...after the nut, it's a slap on the ass and everyone involved says great game...are you able to know the difference as well. He said yes. I gave him directions and time to be at my place. I gave him what he wanted

Last Friday, I found myself wandering through Toronto's Claireville Conservation Park, dressed in my favorite tight yoga shorts that accentuated my curves. The sun was setting, casting a warm, inviting glow over the trails, and I was in the mood for a little adventure. As I walked, I spotted a guy up ahead—tall, fit, and oozing confidence. Our eyes met, and I could feel a spark of something electric between us. He noticed my interest and flashed a playful smirk before turning down a secluded path. I followed, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. The trail was narrow, surrounded by tall trees that seemed to whisper secrets. I caught up to him, and as I brushed past, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire, and pulled me into a hidden alcove. My hands explored his body, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. He was strong, solid, and I could already sense the promise of something incredible. With a quick, confident move, he unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, 8-inch cock that was already hard and ready. The head was swollen, and I could see the veins pulsing with his arousal. I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I savored every inch as my tongue swirled around his shaft. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper. I sucked him with passion, my mouth wet and eager, until he was rock hard and throbbing. But he had something else in mind. He pulled me to my feet and spun me around, pressing my body against a tree. His hands gripped my hips, pulling my ass against him as he ground his cock into my crack. I could feel his thickness, the promise of what was to come. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles until I was dripping wet. Without warning, he bent me over, his cock poised at my entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, as he began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the park, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. But it wasn't just my pussy he wanted. He pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices, and pressed the head against my ass. I pushed back, letting him slide in, the stretch intense and delicious. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to fuck my ass, his cock sliding in and out with ease. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire as he pounded into me. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin was a symphony, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was crying out with each wave of pleasure. I came again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding. We had both gotten what we wanted, and I knew I'd never forget this encounter in the heart of the park. With a final, lingering touch, we parted ways, leaving the trail with a smile and a new memory to cherish.

Story 4: At The Gym Todd stepped slowly in front of and flexed in the mirror of his tiny studio apartment, frowning somewhat before disgustedly slumping. Though one could say he was good looking, he’d always wanted to look more, well, hot. More masculine, more muscular. Like the countless guys he’d spent hours watching and shooting a load to on various porn sites. After 6 months though, nothing. Sure, he looked a little more trim, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, no gains were made. Sighing loudly, he grabbed his keys and water bottle, stepping out into the cool morning air. Jogging a few blocks, he stepped out of the dim morning light and into the surprisingly calm hustle of the gym. Looking around, he noticed a few men working out in the gym, his eyes immediately drawn to the monster of a guy lifting dumbbells, grunting loudly as he worked out. Immediately, Todd felt both horny and jealous, wishing he could get the types of gains that the gym bunny working out across from the bench he was sitting on had. Muscles on top of muscles, exuding a manliness Todd could only imagine. Suddenly, the guy met his eyes briefly for a second, causing Todd to fumble the water bottle he was holding. Trying to save face, he bent over and retied his shoes, feeling the blush on his face having been caught ogling again. For a few minutes, he continued to pretend to work at his shoelaces before finally digging up the courage to sit back up before looking down at his phone, pulling up the workout plan he felt he had foolishly purchased, seeing that today was unfortunately another cardio day. Putting in his headphones, he put on a high paced techno song to drown out the sounds of metal weights clanging and the whirring of different workout machines. Resigned, he walked over to the treadmills, noticing a hot looking couple of slightly less muscular guys running at full speed. Slowly he began to walk, letting his muscles warm up as the treadmill started with a lurch and he let his mind wander, building various hookup scenarios on the different guys in the gym. He’d be laying down on the workout bench, watching as the almost freakishly muscled gym bunny pulled his pants down and began teabagging his face, the massive set of bull balls likely hiding in his jockstrap resting on his cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked on them, before the guy shoved his massive cock down his throat, putting on a show for the other muscled and oiled men as his legs we lifted by one of them. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild, imaging as a line of men lined up and began to drop load after load in his hungry ass, feeling as their muscled thighs slapped hard against his ass, getting thrown back onto their groins as he was used as just another piece of gym equipment. Suddenly, he felt the treadmill stop with a jolt and he opened his eyes, confused before looking face to face with the muscled gym bunny he’d locked eyes with earlier. Nervously, he pulled out his headphones, shocked at the man staring back at him, an almost annoyed look on his face. “Oh, um… hi!” Todd said, his voice sounding small and making him cringe inwardly, “Do… Do you need something?” The man’s frown grew. Confused, Todd’s smile dropped. “I said, do you fucking mind?” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even more confused, Todd looked around, noticing the hot guys a few treadmills down looking at him, smirks on their faces as they watched the interaction between him and the gym bunny. “Uh… I’m sorry?” Todd said, unsure what was going on, feeling as though he was missing some very crucial piece of information, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. “Look man, some of us actually come here to work out and not get their rocks off watching people making real gains,” the guy said, looking pissed as he spoke. “What?” Todd replied, perplexed at the situation before the guy motioned down lower at him, pointing at his pants. Looking down, Todd felt a hot blush break out across his entire body, as he saw his hard on protruding in full force through his loose gym pants. The horror of the situation caused his brain to shut down, unsure what to say. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like a piece of meat and took care of that shit at home,” the man said, turning around and walking away. Hurriedly, Todd quickly rushed to the locker room, unwilling to look at anyone in the gym as he stormed across the space, his face feeling hot as he quickly slammed through the bathroom doors and promptly ran to a bathroom stall, locking it as fast as he could. For several minutes, he squeezed his eyes shut, hugging his arms around his chest and he waited, wondering how long it would take for everyone in the gym to leave so he could go home. Mentally, he beat himself down, telling himself he’d have to find a new gym, or better yet, maybe just leave town and never come back, knowing how quickly word in the gay community got around. Word would spread, he was sure of it, and details would likely get thrown in. He’d be the [banned word] that came in his pants running on the treadmill. Or probably that he whipped it out right in the middle of the gym and started jacking off in front of everyone. Reaching for the door, he slid the lock open and looked around, thankful that the locker room was empty. Rushing over to the locker, he fumbled for a minute, his hand shaking uncontrollably as he tried in vain to get the combination lock to hit the correct numbers. Suddenly, the door opened to the locker room, and the two men who’d watched everything between him and the gym bunny entered, laughing and talking as they came into the area and began to put their things away across from Todd’s locker. Clenching his hands, Todd turned his attention back to the lock, trying desperately to remain calm as he worked the lock again. He heard one of the men say something, not really catching his attention as he felt the blood rushing to his face once again, his ears ringing slightly as he fought back the feeling of utter humiliation from making him tear up. Todd jumped when he felt a finger tapping on his shoulder, looking over at the tall, muscular black guy staring at him with actual concern on his face. “Sorry… I’m leaving… I-I’m sorry…” Todd muttered, looking back down at the lock, biting his lips as he finished speaking. “Damn, babe,” the hispanic guy next to him said, pity in his voice, “Once again, looks like Spencer the gym rat scares another cute guy away from here. Guy really knows how to kick a guy in the balls.” “Look man,” the black guy said, slowly laying his hand on Todd’s shoulder reassuringly, “Spencer’s kind of the resident prick. Don’t worry about it. None of us are good enough for the muscle queen herself. He only goes for other roided out muscle gods like himself.” Letting a breath out he hadn’t known he was holding, Todd relaxed slightly and let go of the lock. “Yeah, man,” the hispanic guy said, pulling off his shirt, “I think he almost gets off making other guys feel inferior. Even when they’re hot and just enjoying the eye candy at the gym.” “I’m Alvin but everyone calls me Al. And my buddy there is Mateo,” the black man said, giving Todd’s shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing his shoulder and turning around. “Uh… Todd. Todd Cochran,” Todd said, holding out his hand to the men, feeling dumb as he did it, unsure whether to put his hand in his pocket or wipe it on his shorts. The hispanic man smiled warmly, shaking his hand, letting his thumb rub around on the top before slowly releasing it. “Well… Todd… Mateo and I were just about to jump in the showers, if you wanted to maybe join us?” Al said, grinning at Todd and he slowly began to strip naked, grabbing a few towels off the bench as he spoke. Todd stood in silence, wondering for a moment if he was reading the situation correctly, watching as Mateo also stripped off his clothes, tossing them quickly in his locker before following after Al. Looking behind him, Mateo drove the point home in Todd’s mind as he looked up and down on Todd’s body. “Be a shame to waste that hard on, don’t you think, man?” he asked, before walking out of the locker area toward the private shower stalls. Shocked, Todd stood there for a second, his mind racing as he was suddenly faced with the possibility of finally living out his fantasy. Snapping out of his stupor, he quickly began to fumble with the locker with a vigor, almost letting out a yell of triumph as the lock finally opened. As quick as he could, he stripped his clothing off, tossing them as fast as he could into the locker and slammed it shut. Grabbing a towel off the rack, he walked as fast as he could, following the sound of the shower head turning on and almost stumbled into the small stall, watching as Alvin and Mateo leaned back and slowly worked their quickly hardening cocks in their hands. “Told you he’d be fuckin game for it, man,” Mateo said, quickly pushing Todd down onto his knees under the shower spray, standing up and pushing his cock up to Todd’s lips. Hungrily, Todd sucked the large cock deep into his mouth, placing his hand over the large scorpion on Mateo’s stomach for balance. “Fuck yeah, suck that dirty cock,” Al said, watching in earnest as Todd quickly got to work sucking Mateo, lovingly licking and sucking the cock in anticipation for what was to come, “Show us how much you want it.” After a few minutes, Todd turned around and began to suck Al’s cock, compliantly standing up and bending over, giving Mateo access to his cock as he heard the man spit on his ass, the saliva dripping profusely on his hole. With Al’s cock deep in his throat, threatening to gag him, Todd let out a pained whimper as the large cock breached his hole, slamming hard and fast deep inside him, almost as if it was penetrating him to his core. “Oh, fuck, his hole is nice and tight,” Mateo groaned, quickly slamming hard and fast in Todd’s ass. Mateo’s cock slammed harder, filling up Todd as he slowly began to push his ass back on the cock, meeting each slam harder and harder, enjoying the rough quick fuck in his ass. Suddenly, Mateo quickly grabbed his hips and pulled him back, burying his cock deep as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum deep in Todd’s guts. “Yeah man, take my fucking load deep in you, white boy,” Mateo whispered, his fingers digging deep inside as he came, “I’m gonna paint the walls of those pretty pink guts with my cum, make em nice and slick for my man. Fucking take every drop, cause it's the only lube you’re going to get here on out.” Al pulled his cock out of Todd’s mouth, tugging on it as he lifted Todd’s chin, watching as Todd’s face took on a shocked and happy expression, his mouth gaping open as he felt the cum flooding his guts. Finally, Mateo pulled out of Todd’s ass, letting out a soft chuckle as he watched several drops of his cum slowly drip out of Todd’s ruined hole. Both men firmly spun him around and Todd’s mouth was pushed back down on Mateo’s cum slicked cock, as Al firmly pushed his cock in, forcing some of the cum back inside as he quickly and fervently began to slam his cock in and out of Todd, biting his lip in enjoyment. Sucking the remains of cum off Mateo’s cock, Todd groaned, feeling the long cock taking even deeper strokes in his ass, as Mateo eventually guided him up and started making out with him, the warm spray of the shower covering him. “Yeah, gonna fucking breed you nice and deep,” Al said, his voice deep and gutteral as he worked, “Knock your white boy ass up nice and good. You fuckin want my cum in you, don’t you boy?” Todd could only nod, turning his head around and kissing Al deeply as his strokes in his ass began to be ragged and uneven. “Fucking gonna shoot, man,” Al said, reaching around and wrapping his large, meaty hand around Todd’s throat, “You’re gonna fuckin get it, slut.” Suddenly, he squeezed a little tighter on his throat, and Todd could only choke out a slight groan as Al began to growl and stopped slamming, his cock twitching deep inside him. The three stood under the spray of the water, breathing hard from the sudden workout in the small shower stall. Finally, Al pulled out, giving a playful slap on Todd’s ass as he grabbed a handful of soap. The three quickly washed up in silence, Todd’s ass throbbing from the onslaught as they finished showering. Grabbing their towels, the three dried off and went back to the locker room. Finally dressed, Al sat down and pulled on his shoes, finally breaking the silence. “Hey man, if you want, Mateo and I are both off for the weekend, if you wanted to come to our place and learn a few more workout routines?” Excitedly, Todd nodded, following the two men out of the locker room. As they walked, he noticed Spencer, the gym bunny standing at one of the sinks, brushing his teeth. Unable to meet his eyes, he hurriedly past, hearing as the muscle freak spit out his toothpaste. “Fucking fags,” Spencer said, muttering to himself, “Gym is for working out and gains, not hooking up.” The only thing Todd could think to himself as he left with Al and Mateo was how wrong Spencer was. And that he’d definitely gotten a good workout, the first of many to come. -------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) My Roommate's Secret B) Boyfriend's Birthday Surprise C) Airport Hookup D) Stealthed Keep in mind the top story will win, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. In the event of a tie, I might be willing to write a second story . Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see. Voting will close on August 20th for the latest round of choices.

My cock (in & out of the cage 😈)

*************** 3 *************** The guy who fucked me was now completely knackered and his balls empty of seed. He collapsed on my back and slowly his cock shrank and slipped out of my hole with a plopping sound. I could feel his sperm dripping from my hole, over my taint and then over my balls. One of the men said "Move over, I want to fuck him while most your cum is still in his arse" The man who had spoken replaced the the first guyb and didn't hesitate, he slid his cock hard inside me. He said "If his load didnt do its job mine will and my viral load is through the roof" The guys holding my arms leg moved off me. I guess they thought I was already likely to be infected now, so no point. I felt like the second guy had a bigger cock. The first guy had stretched the walls of my arse but, this one seemed to be on another level. One of the guys handed me a bottle of poppers and I took two lungfulls in each nostril. Now high on poppers with a huge poz cock in me and having already had a huge poz load pumped into me I was in heaven. As the second guy picked up the pace, fucking me deeper than anyone had ever done before, the first guy knelt in front of me and told me to clean his cock. I greedily took him in my mouth. His cock was still leaking cum and I savoured the taste knowing it contained his poz babies. The guy fucking me told me he hadn't cum in a week as he had been saving it up to poz me. He was really pounding me now, so hard but it felt good. The first guy said he needed to piss and told me not to let any dribble on the hotel bed. So, while being poz fucked I began to receive poz piss in my mouth. I'd never swallowed another mans piss, let alone poz piss. This felt beautifully degrading. I swallowed it all even though the guy fucking me didn't make it easy as I was being jolted around. The piss tasted salty and sweet at the same time. I wondered if poz piss tasted different from neg piss. He withdrew his cock just as the guy fucking me said "Another load of poz cum for you, you'll definitely be pregnant now" and laughed. Then rammed his cock in hard and sprayed my insides with his poz babies. I felt, degraded, used, dirty, powerless but, mostly just really sexy and horny. These men could have done anything they wanted and I wouldn't have objected. I was totally ore of them and willing to submit to anything. I felt I belonged to them and to the bug. ****** To be continued *******

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

Gentlemen, I highly recommend you spend some quality time with @PozBearWI! He is a great guy and u won’t regret it!

There’s absolutely no way I won’t take my pleasure from the faggot. That’s it. Matter of fact I’m not interested in gay men or bottoms. I’m only interested in faggots. As implied, fags know their place. They know very well that when I man goes inside them is to USE THEM as a tool for our pleasure. What the fag wants is not only not relevant, it’s absurd that they present any wishes at all. What a Dom wants is the rule. And I for one, do not ask if can breed. I simply do it. It’s MY DIVINE RIGHT as an Alpha to breed faggots, and it is A FAG’s duty to offer his holes for my pleasure. If I ever encounter one who would ask that I pull out before shooting my precious male seed inside him, I would probably punch him. And as a good fag, he would quietly take my punches and would probably end up receiving my load any way. And THAT is why I only use and date and live with faggots. Not gay men.

Cheat on my husband in public all the time. Mostly suck cocks and get guys off, SOMETIMES I'll top in public (I'd love to be more of a bottom this decade), when I get home I'm horny as fuck and usually pound my husband real good still smelling like rough trade.

My best friends dad let me suck his cock in high school. It was then I knew I was here for the daddies, and the daddies needed this mouth.

The next day Kevin had to pick up some supplies and fuel the truck, so he picked Nigel up after lunch. It was a hot day and the loose tee-shirt Kevin wore to hide his floppy tits was stained with sweat when Nigel climbed in the cab. The youth was wearing shorts and a skimpy tee shirt over his plump torso which exposed his ample belly. For the first time, Kevin wondered if Nigel might be gay. “So where are we going.” said Nigel sarcastically. “We’re going to a place I went yesterday to check the job I did was ok.” He looked sideways at Nigel. “It’s a gay sauna.” Nigel’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “The men tend to wander round naked.” He continued. “So you can stay in the truck if that bothers you.” Nigel felt his heart beating and a tightness in his shorts. He had never seen men naked before except in the porn he watched. “N..n..no that’s ok.” He stuttered. “I’ll come in with you.” Kevin smiled to himself “oh ho!” He thought. “This might be fun. Was his wife’s snooty nephew getting excited?” They parked in a side street and rang the bell. Bill answered the door in singlet and shorts. “Hi. Thought I’d come back and check the cistern is working ok.” said Kevin Bill smiled “And check out a few of the regulars whilst you’re here I bet! Who’s this?” Kevin blushed and he saw Nigel look surprised. “This is my wife’s nephew, Nigel.” said Kevin. “He’s working with me today. He’s 18 so it’s ok.” Bill licked his lips and stared at the lad who blushed and looked down at his feet. This could be good for business, he thought. He was sure Kevin had brought Nigel for reasons other than checking the cistern! “Come on in,” He said. They went into the lobby which was hot and steamy. “Why don’t you go and check the cistern?” said Bill. “Take as long as you need. Nigel and me will have a cup of tea and a nice chat.” Kevin grinned, picked up his tools, and disappeared upstairs. “Well now, Nigel, have you been to a sauna before?” Nigel shook his head and then his eyes nearly popped out of his head as a nude old man emerged from a side room and waved at Bill. “Morning!” He said, scratching his scrotum and making his dangling penis sway between his spindly legs. “Hello Sid. Kevin’s upstairs checking the toilet. This is his nephew.” Sid grinned and grasped his cock. “Hmm..perhaps I’ll go and check him out! See you later Nigel.” He went upstairs, showing off his wrinkled bottom which glistened with sweat. Bill noticed Nigel was breathing heavily and sweating. “Never seen a naked man before?” He asked. Nigel shook his head and unconsciously rubbed his shorts. Bill stripped off his tee shirt revealing his hairy torso. Then he came round the counter. “We’re all men together here.” he said, dropping his shorts and standing naked before the lad. His cock rose beneath his belly, the warts angry around the tip and drooling pre-cum. “And that means you don’t wear clothes when you’re here.” Nigel was shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. What had he got into? Yet he was mesmerised by Bill’s heavy cock and hairy body. It was so unattractive and yet to see it naked was so sexy. He thought he should leave, but he didn’t want to go without Kevin and he so wanted to touch that cock. Bill leaned on the counter. “Well?” He said. “You can wait outside or leave your clothes on the counter and I’ll show you round. Which is it to be?”

************** 2 *************** Prior to attending I had received instructions on how to prepare myself. They were fairly basic. 'Shower thoroughly and douch. Attend promptly at the allotted time. Read the contract thoroughly and make sure you fully understand your obligations and the consequences. If you agree with the details contained in the document, sign it. When you have done so and are ready to proceed knock on the door of the specified room number (this will be sent via text 30 minutes before you attend) at hotel mutually agreed between us. I reached for the pen. My hand was still shaking, infact my whole body was shacking. My heart was beating fast. I felt hot and was sweating profusely. My head was spinning and my breathing laboured. I also felt incredibly horny. I filled in my name and signed the contract then knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door was opened and I stepped across the threshold and into my new life. Immediately behind the door was a small entrance hall and a door that lead to the main part of the room. This door was closed. A tall thin man stood infront of this door. He was wearing a black mask that covered most of his face with just holes for his eyes and mouth. He also wore a bathrobe, obviously supplied with the room with the hotel logo on the breast pocket. Now I was even more nervous. God what the fuck was I doing. I handed him the completed contract which je glanced at and said "Strip, everything off" i was in such a state I couldn't even reply but, I did as I was told. I removed my T-Shirt first then kicked of my shoes and dropped my trousers. Then slipped off my underpants. Now fully naked, I felt extremely vulnerable. Beneath his robe I saw his cock begin to rise. Although I could see little of his face I could see his eyes were smiling. Then he turned and opened the interior door. Inside I could just make out five other men even though the room was almost completely dark, with extra thick blackout curtains placed over the rooms standard fitted curtains. All the men were naked apart from masks similar to that of the man who had met me at the door. They were mostly slim or skinny and all had erections. They looked in my direction and all walked slowly towards me. The man who had met me had slipped off his robe and approached me from behind. His hands ran over my buttocks and then between the crack of my arse. He put one arm around me and with the other hand began to rub a finger aroumd hole. I was still shaking, almost uncontrollably. One of other me infront of me said "Calm down and relax, this is what you wanted. What you've dreamed of. It's going to happen" The man behind said "Whether you still want it or not" All the others gave soft laughs. I was unbelievably horny now and ready to submit my body to all of them but, that didn't stop me from shaking. I said "I do want it. I want this more than anything. Please poz me" The men surrounded me and began feeling every part of my body. Hands and fingers touched my neck, chest, stomach, cock balls and even explored my face and mouth. The man behind me pushed a dry finger into my hole then replaced it with two fingers, stretching my sphincter and grazing the soft delicate flesh of my rectum. One of the men said "I love fucking neg guys, its as good fucking a virgin" The others made sounds that said they agreed. Two men the grabbed my arms and pushed me forward onto the bed. They got onto the bed either side of men and held my arms tightly. Two others grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. I had no intention of struggling or trying to stop what was about to happen but, it felt good. Another grabbed my head and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breath deeply while placing his other hand over my mouth. At the same time I felt the last man behind me. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. The feeling in my whole body was intense. My cock was dripping precum. My head was swimming. This is it. Fuck I want this so bady. At last its really happening. These men are going to fuck and breed me with their poz seed. I will be poz. Suddenly the man behind rammed his cock deep inside me, tearing my sphincter and pushing his cock right upto the hilt as far as he could. The pain was horrendous and I cried out. But, he didn't stop. He began rimming his tool in and out of me. Now I understood why the other men were restraining me. I was trying to struggle but was totally at their mercy. As he fucked me his skinny torso lay flat ontop of me. The other men were quietly edging him on, encouraging him to poz me. "Go on fuck him, give him that poz load" "Yeah, infect him, he wants it" As he continued to fuck me my hole stretched to accommodate him and slowly it became less painful and just uncomfortable. And after a few more minutes it began to feel fantastic and I willed him to keep fucking me and even fuck me harder. I knew his pre-cum was already in my bloodstream but, knew it probably wouldn't be enough to successfully convert me. I wanted his poz cum load as deep in me as possible. He had been fucking me for at least ten minutes when his breathing changed a he began making grunting noises. I could feel sweat dripping off this body onto my back. Someone said "Fuck yes, this is it, your getting it" Another said "Oh yeah give it to him, fuck yes" Then the final thrust as he pumped is poz load into was delivered as hard and deep as he was able. This was followed by further short deep pumping actions as he emptied his balls of poz seed directly into my now ruined body. I had never felt so good. I felt like I had been reborn although in some my body was no longer my own. It belonged to the seed, the poz bug that was now living inside me. ********To be continued ********

My first attempt at this and purely fiction so cut me some slack, please. And it's getting later (and the story is getting longer) then I intended but if you guys like it, I'll add more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I work in a call center for a local insurance group. Nothing exciting or very challenging. It's located in a strip mall that used to have a lot more traffic till the economy tanked. As it is its just us and a hair stylist across the parking lot. Across the street is a large park that backs up to the local high school. The park has your normal park bench/tables but as you get close to the high school football field there are some metal bleachers. Now, let me say up front I am not a chicken hawk. I like my men to be MEN! Boys just don't do it for me. Yeah, yeah I hear all the time 'those tight asses', but I'd rather have a man who meets me thrust for trust and whose ass knows just exactly how to suck on my cock! On the flip side, (pun intended), if I'm the bottom I don't want my top to blow his load in three strokes or he just shoves it in and out with no finesse. Give me an experienced man any day. I get an hour for lunch so I generally grab my lunch and a book and head over to the park. My lunch is usually at 1:45 so the kids are usually in class anyway. One day I was seated at one of the park tables eating my lunch. The table was located under a large spruce which provided some nice shade on the hotter afternoons. This particular day I glanced-up when someone took a seat at the other end and opposing side of the table. The guy who had just settled onto the bench was one of the hottest young men I've seen in my 32 years. He was right on the cusp of manhood, but still has that boyish look, like he could be anywhere from 15 to 21. He stands around 5' 6", but compact as hell, maybe around 110 pounds. He was wearing a form-fitting Champion shirts that one might buy at Target, and he was obvious had had a great six pack going on, as well as the 'Y' shaped bod most of us older men fondly remember and remember fondling years later. He had dark brown chestnut hair with hints of red, a smooth complexion that was pale as milk, even in the middle of August, a small rather sharp nose, a strong chin, over all the type of classic looks that would get you anywhere or anything. I'm not a slouch but I'm nothing like this kid. I'm 6' and around 180lbs. I do my yoga, ride my bike and watch what I eat, so I'm slim, but not ripped like this kid. I have normal brown hair with a fair share of silver which started when I was 16. I have a very young looking face but with the silver in my hair and my goatee it cause people to give me a second glance. I have attractive features some say I'm handsome, others say I'm cute, so I guess I some where in the middle. Also, from all my biking I also have a great ass, and my cock, although not porn star material, at just over eight inches, and is a little thicker then most. The other thing about me is I never pull out. I can't, no matter how hard I try. It's as if my body refuses to stop till the seed is planted. I'm the same way as a bottom don't you dare pull out till every drop is where it should be. As I checked him out, (discretely, I thought), the guy look over at me and asked "Ahhh, is it ok if I sit here? It's kind of hot on the bleachers and it's easier for me to do my study hall outside away from... I mean I'd rather be outside then cooped-up." "Sure, not like I need the whole bench for my seven course meal," smiling at him and my joke. Apparently my approach hit home 'cause he smiled, seemingly a bit more at ease. I got back to my book as he unloaded his backpack, taking out a couple of books and some paper. I was trying desperately to concentrate on my book, but after reading the same sentence for the fifth time in ten minutes, it was pretty obvious (at least to me), that this wasn't going to work. I was just about to head back to work when the guy wadded up the sheet of paper on which he'd been doing some figures, and angrily ripped another sheet from his notebook. "Having some problems there?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah I'm not to bright and this math isn't really easy for me." "Well, some people just don't have a knack for math. My sister is one of them. She's a wiz with grammar though and can write a thesis in no time flat, but balancing a checkbook is like rocket science to her." "Well, that may be but I'm not good at math and no good for most things, as I'm just not that bright." This struck me as pretty odd, since as good looking as he was, I expected he'd be bragging about something, anything, but instead he just keep putting himself down. My paternal instincts start to kick in and I just want to help this kid. "Here let me take a look and see if I can help." I reach over for his book. "Do you mind?" "Oh no, here" and he hands over his book, albeit a bit reluctantly. As I took a look at the book, I saw that it was basic algebra, which I had studied it in my freshman year. I thought to myself "Maybe he isn't so bright but damn, with those looks he really doesn't need to be." "Which problem are you working on?" "Number 12." "Ok, so here we have..." and we spent the next 20 minutes working on his assignment. To my surprise he wasn't really stupid, he just didn't know how to approach the problem, even if he seemed to know the rules of algebra. Once I showed him where to start the analysis, he got right down to it, and he seemed quite capable, so I just handed him the book and said "Ok, do it." After a minute or so he said with a happy smile, "I think I've got this now." "Sure looks like it to me, but hey, I have to get back to work. Oh, and by the way, my name is Jason." "Quinn. Very nice to meet you. Uh, I know we just met and all, but can I ask you a favor?" Here it comes. He's been hustling me and now comes that hit on. "Sure you can ask" I replied very flatly. "I see you out here every day. If I have any more problems with my home work, could I run them by you?" Caught completely off-guard because this was NOT what I was expecting, all I can do is nod my head and stutter "Ahhh sure, yeah ok, but shouldn't you ask your parents for help?" He looked at me, obviously surprised by my question, and replied "You don't know who I am?" "Yeah sure, you're Quinn, the kid I just helped. Should I know more?" At this Quinn lit-up like a Christmas tree and replied with a smile "No, not really," as packed-up his book and papers, got-up and began the walk back to the school. As he left I had a clear view of the sweetest ass ever. It wasn't quite a bubble butt, more like just RIGHT THERE. And it was so firm I found myself wishing I was his shorts, especially since it was obvious he didn't wear any underwear. Then he turned around and called-out, "Hey Jason, if you're up for it, could you help me tomorrow? I have a test on Friday and could really use your help." "Sure" as I swallowed and literally wiped the droll that was trying to escape the corner of my mouth. This was how it started. Next thing I knew I was tutoring Quinn on my lunch break, which was a combination of shear torture, frustration and pride. Yes pride, 'cause although this young man had my hormones racing, it also felt good to be able to help someone who really needed it. It turned-out Quinn was very bright, but no one seemed to want to take the time to find out. I also noticed that the other kids seem to avoid him. As discretely as I could, I asked him about their behavior and he shrugged it off, saying "Their parents don't want them around me 'cause of my mother. Besides I'm too old." Thinking very quickly, I decided to explore the less-sensitive of the two prongs he brought-up, so I responded "Now that's an odd thing to say. How old are you?" "I turned 19 two weeks back. They say I'm to old to stay here, but as long as I don't cause any problems I can finish out the year. I got held back a couple of years cause my mom didn't get me to school enough and I missed too many days." "I'm sorry to hear that, but we'll get you through with flying colors" and with that I grinned, and again he lit-up. Damn I loved to see him smile like that. It's as if the sun had gone nova or something. Then a few weeks later, when I got back from my lunch break, my friend John, who was also my supervisor, came-up and quietly said "So smooth, ain't he. Young and nubile yet knows just what to do." "What the fuck" I asked just a bit to loudly "are you insinuating?" All I could see was red and I was on the verge of decking my supervisor and friend. He was not put-off, however. "Oh please. Don't get all high and mighty with me. Everyone know's Quinn's mom pimps him out and he just about the best 'ride' out there." It was like someone just dumped ice water on me. I just stood there, shocked, my mouth agape. That a woman could do that to her own son! And then to have a friend, who I thought knew me better, then all-but accuse me of joining in on the fun was just to much. In a very quiet voice I looked stared at John saying merely "You have confused me with one of your sick perverted fantasies, and you evidently don't know me, and for that matter I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did. If you EVER bring this up to me again I will have you in front of HR so fast you'll have no clue what hit you, and then I'll let Missy know just how much you know about that 'smooth ride'! With that I turned around and went to my desk seething the entire way. For the next hour I couldn't get a damn thing right. My calls sucked, my follow-ups where none existent, and finally I got a call from the branch manager, Tim, to come into his office. As I entered the office I saw John was also there and the anger I had tried to control burst out: "Just what the fuck did you tell him? Did you just telll him about what you thought I was...." "JASON!" Tim said firmly "there is something we need to discuss and I need you to settle down please. Now this is a small office and conversations are easily overheard. Now, close the door and take a seat." As I turn a glaring eye on John I noticed he looked a bit dejected, and he was beat red. "I happened to be coming in the back door from my lunch when I over heard you two talking. Now as branch manager I'm required to report inappropriate comments from supervisors to employees to the HR department, regardless of whether or not the individuals are, or used to be, friends." With this he gave a rather flat look to John, "but I would prefer to handle this another way - if you two consent." Just by the tone of his voice, I was sure John had already consented to whatever Tim had in mind, so I needed to be careful. "Ok, how do you want to handle this." "Well, it may surprise you to know I know Quinn, and have always felt he had more potential, but I've never been in a position to help. I now find myself in a position to where I can give a small amount of assistance. It seems you've taken him under your wing and have been helping him with his homework. Don't look so surprised, Jason, You used to come back from lunch 15 minutes early, and now you're racing for the time clock, generally five minutes late. So I figured that we could make this a win-win for almost everyone." Again he gave John that flat look that basically said 'Except for you and you'd better just like it.' Tim continued his remarks, saying "I'd like you to increase your tutoring efforts with Quinn, and I'll give you an extra half hour for lunch that you can devote to this purpose. To cover the lost time either John will cover your shift, or if you prefer, you can simply work a half-hour longer each day, your call. In addition, given the onset of Fall and Winter, I'll give you the keys to the empty office next door so you can tutor Quinn in there. In addition I'll have a coffee pot set-up, or hot chocolate for you two, as well as provide paper and pens. You think about it and you can let me know by the end of the week." "No that wont be necessary" I replied without hesitation. John's head jerked-up and he was sweating like a pig with that deer in-the-headlights look. "I'll do it. I'll just work an extra half-hour at the end of the day." John suddenly look relieved, but didn't look at me or Tim. Tim looked at John, asking "Does that work for you?" Rising to his feet, John replied "Yes sir, I'll take care of the supplies for the next room and get the coffee and cocoa" and with that he headed for the door. "John, don't forget to get Jason a set of keys as well." "Yes sir" and with that he was out the door. As I stood to follow John, Tim said "Jason, please shut the door and take a seat." I shut the door, took a seat, and gave Tim a sexy wink, trying to make my voice sultry "Yes, boss, anything for you, sir!" Tim and I went way back. We actually roomed together in college, and although he is now married, he and I had some fun times before then. Now he's totally devoted to Laura, his wife and she in turn loves me to death so all's good, but Tim and I still occasionally chuckle about the old days. Tim laughed and then said, "Hey, I need to tell you a few things okay. Just between us." With that I had the worrisome thought 'Is everyone fucking this poor kid?'. "Don't get that look. It's not what you're thinking. You know how long Laura and I've been married." "Well duh I WAS your best man, or was I her brides maid? One of the two, at any event." We both chuckled at that. "Ok, smart ass. How long have Laura and I been married?" "You two were married Dec 21, 1994 'cause you wanted everyone to be there, so you lined-it up with Christmas since everyone was going to be there for the holiday." "Right. And you remember my bachelor party?" "Well some of it. I kind of got lost under Jack Daniels so that I had an excuse for not playing touchy feely with the lap dancer. Ick. For days all I could remember about her was her boobs, and I remember thinking 'I just don't see what you guys see in them'." "Jason,....that lap dancer is Quinn's mom." "OH! SHIT!" "OH wait, OH HELL NO!" I'm mentally adding up dates and suddenly it dawns on me. "Is Quinn your son!? No he can't be. He doesn't look anything like you." As I said this, Tim reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an old photograph, sliding it across the table to me. "This is my father when he married my mom. I took after her, but do you see what I see?" And there in the photo was Quinn, Maybe not exactly Quinn but close enough. Tim continued saying "I've always wanted to help him, but as understanding as Laura is, I'm not sure she'd be THIS understanding. I can't see her accepting that I fathered a son with the town whore. I don't think it would fly too well. So yes, I do have an ulterior motive, but I know you'll do what's best for him and I trust you." "Well thank you for telling me and I fully understand. I love Laura to death but yeah, somethings are better left unsaid." I left Tim's office feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I never thought helping a young man on my lunch break would open up such a large can of worms! The next week brought with chill winds of autumn and we were both happy to be inside. Quinn and I were quit comfortable around each other by now and I pretty much could read him. Like most people he had his good day and bad days but he never really let it show I could just sense it but knowing his mother and how things where I didn't want to pry to much. One day though we had a major turning point, which I should have honestly expected. Quinn showed up and he seemed very uncomfortable, just kept fidgeting and wouldn't sit still. "Quinn, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'll be fine." "Ok saying you'll BE fine, means your not fine right now what's wrong?" "I'm just sore. That's all." "Sore?" "Yeah, Mom had some work for me and I guess I just over did it." "Wait, what kind of work?" I could feel my temper working up to a full steam. Quinn just looked at me like he was ready to breakdown. I couldn't take it, so I pulled his chair close to me and put my arm around his shoulders, saying softly, "Hey, you can talk to me. It's ok." "I don't want you to hate me like everyone else." "What?! Why would anyone hate you?" At this he started to shake all over and tears started running down his face "Cause my mother's a whore and I'm a whore too, I have to be 'cause she is." At this I thought he would just shake himself apart. I pulled him tighter to me and stroked his back, which cause's him to flinch. "Hey hey, its alright. I don't hate you, in fact I'm very proud of you, you know that right?" as I backed away a little. "How can you be proud of a whore's son?" "Hey stop that now! Just because your mother chose that doesn't mean that's what you have to be!" "But I am, I've had to in order to have a place to stay or food. Mom uses most what she gets for drugs and if I don't do what she says she will kick me out and I have no place to go and I have to finish school this year or I won't be able to and..." at this point Quinn is starting to get the sub-sups and can't speak to clearly. I move closer to him again sensing he needs comfort, he leans into me but as I put my arms around him he stiffens up. "Hey buddy, it's ok. I won't do anything to you." "It's not that it just hurts." "I know, buddy, people shouldn't treat you like that." "No, it's not just that. My back side hurts" he mumbled and then started sniffing again. "Ok, let's take a look." "NO! You can't see me like that" "Hey, hey, hold on. Take it easy. I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all. I need to know how badly you're hurt." "Please, I don't want you to hate me" he sobbed. I gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face me, and looking directly in his eyes I told him the truth: "Quinn, I will never hate you for what your mother makes you do, or for what other people do to you. I've grown to care for you a great deal. You're practically a son to me. Now please let me see." With a little coaxing I got Quinn to turn around and lift up his shirt. All across this gorgeous young man's back and below the waistband of his pants were welts. I was shaking with rage, and seeing my reaction, Quinn started to cry again. "I knew you'd hate me." I quickly put both my hands on either side of his face and pulled him to me. "I do NOT hate you. I hate who ever did this to you." And with that I leaned over and kissed those perfect lips. It was just a peck, that was all, but every part of my body screamed to make it more. 'This young man is mine - how dare anyone touch him like that' raced through my brain. With ever ounce of my being I pulled back and, with my thumbs, wiped his tears away. "Is it worse below your belt? Did who ever did this to you hurt your privates." I felt kind of silly referring his cock that way, but to my mind he was still a kid, no matter that my hormones were trying to convince me otherwise. "No, it's the same." "Ok." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Jason, you can ask me anything." "Ok, this isn't going to be easy but I need to know. When your mother has you do these 'jobs' for her, do you use protection?" "Yes. Always. Mom says I'm no good to her if I'm diseased and she makes it clear they can do anything but that." "Ok. I know that but do they ever force you to, well you know, not use protection?" "Once in a while, but I never let them and I'm always careful to keep an eye on everything cause if I get diseased then I'll have no place to go." "Ok, well that is not true." And with that I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my address and phone number down for him. "You can call me or come over anytime. I don't care if it's two in the goddamn morning. If you need a place, call me or come over. He looked at the address and asked "Hey, this is over by Shanty Mart, right?" "Yeah, just cross the street and two houses down. With all the plants in front." Hey I'm gay, okay, and have to have a front yard to make Martha proud! Quinn sagged into my chest and mumbled "Thank you Jason, you don't know what this means to me." He hugged me and turned then around as if he was afraid again, saying "I need to get going. Mom will be expecting me home soon." "Ok, but remember call or come over if you need to/" "I will" as he headed out the door. Two days later it was Saturday and I had a full day: grocery shopping and running errands in the rain sucks, and not in a good way! I was in my robe, and having just finished dinner, I was washing up dishes. As I glanced-out the window I saw someone walking on the sidewalk across the street. I didn't think much at first, other then the poor sucker should have a rain coat or something. A bit later, as I was rinsing I saw what seemed to be the same person walking by, going the other way. Again at first I didn't think much about it - whoever it was just must have forgotten something at the market. But then a third trip and I realized the person seemed to be looking at my house and he (or she) had my full attention. As I peered through the rain, trying to get a clear view, I thought 'That can't be Quinn', but I put down my dish towel and headed for the door, knowing internally that it was him. I opened the door as he was headed down the street yet again. "Quinn?" He stops and turns around and looks at me. Even at this distance I can tell he's upset. "Quinn, get in here now!" He jumped, but hurried towards my house. "I'm sorry Jason, I didn't know where else to go" He sobbed, throwing himself into my arms. Now, as hot as it is to have a gorgeous young man throw himself into your arms, it's not so much when you are wearing only a bath robe and the gorgeous young man is soaked to the bone in 30 degree rainwater. Perhaps 97% of my body was eager to get the hell away from the cold, while 3% of my body was stretching up to get a better view. It's amazing how my dick has its own brain. I swear it does! "That's why I gave you my address, silly. Come in and let me get you something warm to eat and wear." I pulled him into the house, and he stood there, dripping water everywhere. "Ok, hold on. Stand right there and take your shoes and clothing off." I swear my dick was doing talking and it just over-rode my brain. I went to my bedroom, grabbing a spare robe as well as some towels out of the closet. Coming out of my room and I swear my cock just snickered that he had gotten one over on me. When I told Quinn to take off his clothing, It never crossed my mind what the total impact of seeing this young god completely naked would have on me. Now I found myself stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw on the floor, fighting with my hormones. Even as I took in the scene, I found myself telling myself he was too young, that he was just a kid, he wasn't my type: Quinn's body was ever more perfect then I thought. It was fairly obvious he did some serious abs work outs as he sported a washboard stomach, full pecs, and the smallest nipples I'd even seen. His legs were muscular, and not one pubic hair to be found, no treasure trail, no peach fuzz on the balls, nothing. Of course this only made what looked to be no less then a 10 in cock to look even bigger. I though 'How can someone that petite have such a huge cock? I mean if he gets hard he'll just tip over'. I couldn't stop staring. Frankly, he looked like Michelangelo's David, just with a better dick. Absolutely perfect. "Ahhmmm, my mom makes me shave it all off. She says that the guys like that." Poor Quinn. He was flushing beet red, mistaking my stare of lust for repulsion. "No, it's ok. I just forgot you don't wear underwear." "How did you know that I don't?" Oops. Caught. "Well, ahhh, with the shorts you were wearing this summer it would have been obvious if you did." "Oh, ok. Hey, could I have the towel please? I'm freezing." With a guilty start I rush over to him and handed him the towels. "I'm so sorry. Here, dry off and then put on this robe. Have you eaten? I'll make some hot chocolate to warm you up." With that I dashed into the kitchen, calling out "I just finished putting away some chicken Cesar salad - if you'd like some." "I don't want to inconvenience you more then I already have." "Quinn, stop it. I just said I just put it away. It's right here and you're never an inconvenience. Ok?" I quickly threw together a salad for him and had just set it on my kitchen table when he walked in wearing nothing but my robe, his wet clothing in his hads. Fuck, I was jealous of that robe right then and there - wrapped around his body like that. "What should I do with these?" "Here, let me have them." I took the clothing from him, wrapping them up in the towel he had used to dry off, just so the clothing didn't drip all over the floor. "Sit down and eat and I'll put these in the wash" I hear the hair slide across the floor as I open the closet with the washer and dryer and get his clothes started. I come back into the kitchen and he's packed away the salad already. "Damn were you hungry or what? Do you want some more? I have plenty really." "No thank that was plenty, but can I have another cup of chocolate please?" "Of course" I grabbed his empty cup and turned quickly so as not to stare - the robe has parted in all the wrong <RIGHT> places and I was trying to control myself. I filled the cup with water, shoved it into the microwave and turning, asked "So, what's up?" "Mom has a job and I needed to be else where, and as it's too late to hang at the mall, I thought I'd see if it was ok to come over." The microwave shut off and I took out the water, added the coco, stirred it up and turned to face Quinn who was seated at my table practically naked. I set the cup down in front of him and sat in the chair across from him with the table hiding everything below the waist. Just looking at his chest was problematic enough. "Well you welcome to stay the night if you don't mind the couch. It folds out into a bed so you should be comfortable enough." "Really? You don't mind? Do you want anything in exchange?" He said this almost fearfully like he expected the worst. "No, my young friend, I don't expect anything in return." "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Are you gay? You never talk about women, but you also have never tried anything with me, although it seems at times like you would like to." "Yes, I'm gay, but I've only ever wanted to help you. I don't take advantage of kids." "I'm 19. Only to my mom's 'friends' am I a kid." "Well, I'm NOT your mom's friend. In fact, and I'm sorry if I upset you when I say this, but I'd gladly string her up by her twat and hang her for what she's done to you!" I had to take a few deep breaths to collect myself, 'cause again I was at war with myself. Part of me was infuriated with the injustice of what she did to him, and in my mind, no one had the right to touch MY boy! "I'm not upset. I've kind of stopped loving her. I just stay there 'cause I have to to finish school." "Okay. Well, enough depressing shit. Are you tired or do you want to watch a movie? Also, you're more then welcome to use the shower anytime you like. Just use the towels hanging next to it. They're clean." "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed." "Okay, young man. While you shower I'll make up the bed and I'm gonna hit the sack myself. Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry." With that we both stood up and his robe parted briefly. He gathered the robe back in place, but not before my dick took notice. I quickly adjust my robe and headed down the hall to get fresh sheets for his bed. Quinn followed right behind me. "Bathroom is right here. Help yourself." Quinn walked past me, only to stop, and turning towards me, he said "Jason, thank you so much." With that he hugged me and I could see he was trying not to cry. I put my arms around him, as I also firmly clenched my dick between my thighs. "Hey bud its what friends do" Quinn then kissed my neck and I think I heard him mumble "I love you" and then he was off into the bathroom. I grabbed the linen and headed over to make the bed thinking 'Fuck. I'm gonna have blue balls for days'. I made-up his bed and my task done, I headed into my room. I usually sleep naked but figured I should probably better put something on, so I grabbed a pair of loose boxers and got into bed. I could hear Quinn when he got out of the shower and a minute or so later I heard him rummaging around, getting settled into bed. Surprisingly, I quickly fell asleep, and I found myself having the most incredible dream. David had come to life just for me. He's gently caressing my chest and ever so delicately nibbling my tits, as he whispered to me "No one's ever been so good to me. Jason, I think I might be in love with you" as he kept touching my body, and in the process, carefully slid his hand into my boxers and took out my cock. It was completely covered in precum. I'm a slimer and can soak through the front of a pair of jeans in no time. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, caressing my cock, slowing milking more precum out of me, fondling my balls with his other hand, still very softly, as if he was afraid of moving to much. I found myself gasping at the sensation: it was so gentle and my body tingled all over. My cock jerked and I can feel it was oozing yet more cum. Suddenly David's hands were gone and the bed shook. About then I started to become aware that I might be experiencing more than a dream - especially when I felt a man's back press up against my chest and an ass pressing up against my cock. "Quinn?" I felt a hand grasping the base of my cock, and I gasped, unable to speak. "Hmmmm, yes. Do you like this Jason?" Quinn was now sliding my cock head all over his tight opening, and in the process, of course, his hole was covered in my precum. I gasped, trying to think, but my cock was over riding all rational thought. "Quinn..., I can't...." "Sshh. It's ok. I've never been with a man I wanted to be with, I WANT to be with you." "Quinn you don't understand, I can't...." As I was searching for the right words to explain that once I started I couldn't stop, my cock head popped into his tight hole. Now I was gone. The sensation of Quinn's tight ass massaging my cock head was more then I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Quinn gently rocked back and forth, working more of my cock and precum into his hole. I tried one last time "Quinn you need to know something." "Yes I need to know what it feels like to be with someone I love to be with someone that wants me for me" And I do, cause I really do want him. Want to make him mine. I put my arms around him and pull him to me as I start to work my cock deeper into his ass. I precum is slicking up the way but I'm still thicker then most so I'm taking my time knowing my cock is spurting up his ass and lubing him up good. I as I gently work my cock in and out of his ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It start out soft like everything about this did but it quickly get more passionate. Quinn is like a drowning man gasping for his last breath. He's pushing his ass back onto my cock and trying to swallow my tongue. I feel him wince as he pushes a bit more then he should. "Easy baby no need to rush I got you and I got what you need. Let me do the work" I gently pull back to just the crown and flex my cock. I can feel the precum oozing out of my head lubing up his tight ass. Gasping "Oh my god that feels so good" I flex my cock again and Quinn moans. Now that I've got a couple of good squirts of precum I slide an inch back in. "Feel that baby" I flex again. That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you. Your going to be mine more then you counted on" I slide another inch into him and stop to flex again. Now my other hand is caressing his chest and my lips have found his ears. I'm not sure which is more sensitive for him as each time I tweak his nip's his ass spasms around my cock but each time I nibble his ear he tries to push further back. I've got 4 inches in his sweet ass and my cock wants to charge the rest of the way in but I want this to last and I have to make Quinn mine I have to do to him what no one has over done. I'm going to make love to him but I'm also going to poz him up. I can't help it. I want him, he has to be mine. I tried to tell him but once my cock was in he was going to be bred and it was my toxic seed, my dna that would be knock him up. I pull back a 1/2 inch only to give me twice that back. "Jason <gasp>, Oh my god, Jason OH" Quinn can seem to finish what he's trying to say as each time he starts I push in a bit more of my cock. "Ok baby here you go here's the last bit" and with that I shove the last inch of my cock deep in this tight ass. Damn it feels like a python is squeezing my dick. This boy is as tight as they come even considering what his mom makes him do. I pull him tighter against me and roll over on my back. He lays his head against my head board and I start to pull out, the grip on my dick is amazing and then when just my cock slide out and thrust it all back in at once. Quinn lets out a moan and his ass just quivers around my cock. I slowly pull out and ram it back in a few more time getting him loosened up. Now I have him turn around and face me. Damn the boy is hung and I'm going to enjoy having that in my ass but that's for another time. My cock is in place and be damned if he's coming out before his job is done. I grab Quinn's hips and raise him up and then drop him on my cock. His eye's open wide as my cock viciously rams his prostate and cum squirts out his cock. He isn't cuming yet just my cock hitting him just right to force some of his boy juice onto my chest. Oh fuck that's hot. I repeat the process and am rewarded with a couple more shots of cum on my stomach. Quinn is moaning and grinding down on my cock like he's cowboy at a rodeo. I'm getting close but I need to do that job right. I pull Quinn to my chest and roll us over so he's on his back. He instinctively wraps his legs around my waste. I grind down into him hitting is sweet spot and making his cock jump. I can feel my own venom building up, my balls are aching my cock is flaring up for the bite. I start to pummel his ass hitting his spot every other thrust. Quinn is alternating between gasping and moaning. Suddenly he stiffens up and without any other friction other then our sliding stomach he shoots his load between us. He's shuddering like he's in the middle of a seizure and his ass is milking my dick for all its worth. This is just to much and my cock expands and lashes out. Its sends its venom deep into Quinn's ass making him ours. My cock feels like its never going to stop shooting. I've shoot at least 7 times deep into his ass and I'm still throbbing and pulsing inside him. Quinn has his arms wrapped around my neck and is kissing me and crying at the same time. "shh shh its ok baby I'll take care of you" "Jason no one has ever made me feel like that. They don't care how I feel the just fuck me and they don't care how I feel" I sit up with my cock still nestled in his ass "I'm not like those guys when I say I'll take care of you I mean it" "yeah I....Jason....what's that?!" With a shaky finger he points to tattoo on my left pec. "You know what that is and what it means don't you?" "OH NO! Jason NO!"

If you identify as a faggot, especially if you are a bottom who is generally submissive to more masculine Alpha types, do you ever have sex with other faggot bottoms? I generally service masculine Alphas, but I really enjoy nasty sex with other self-identified faggots who love acknowledging that they're a faggot, and love getting naked and nasty with other faggots. Sniffing and licking each other’s balls and asshole, licking, kissing and sucking each other’s cock, and eating each other’s cum. Revelling in what perverted, dirty, nasty faggots we are. But it feels like I might be uncommon in that regard. Most bottoms I interact with seem to only want dominant, masculine Men who use, degrade and fuck them (all good things!) but have virtually no interest in sex with other faggots. Just because they'll take every opportunity to suck cock, eat ass, and taste cum. And urine, if they're so inclined. Am I alone?

I have two bottoms that I whore out. Love the control and domination. Any bottoms in Netherlands who want a dom top to whore them out, let me know.

Breeding the Mormon Boy. Was in London yesterday and opened up sniffies at about 8PM. Hot 20 year old blond boy messaged me almost immediately asking if I could host and breed. I invited him to my room and he showed up in less than 5 minutes. He was fucking perfection...beautiful face, incredible body, and horny as fuck. I asked him how many times he had been fucked that day...he said he was at sweatbox and was fucked for 45 minutes but the guy never came..he was desperate for cum. He immediately stripped off his clothes. He was rock hard with a massive dick. He stripped me then licked me from toe to armpit...really aggressive and desperate licking...this boy was horny. I asked if he liked multiple tops and he immediately gave me his phone and asked me to invite anyone to join. I started by replying to the dozens of messages in his sniffies and invited everyone. I was in an easy access hotel so an impromptu orgy was no problem...the boy continued licking my body and begging for cum. I left the door open then started to fuck his ass. Shortly after another guy came in watching me...then he stripped and asked me to step aside. One by one, then 12 guys came in and fucked this kid as I watched...I knew it was dying down so then I stuck my dick into his hole and bred in the 13th load...mixing all the cum nicely... After I shot my load I fingered him and asked him to push out the loads...I fed them to his hungry mouth... He then asked me if he could beat off...I of course said yes and just watched this perfect boy masturbate... He came with a huge force and shot his load over his head...I scooped it all up and let him lick it off my tongue. Then we laid next to each other hugging...I asked him where he was from (Utah) and why in London (visiting with his family)...this was his last day and only "free" day in London. He got on Grindr and took two more loads in my room then left with a big smile on his face.

I would love nothing more than to find a local married straight man to breed me behind his wife's back on a regular basis.

So I just had an incredible two encounters with an extremely dominant top in Mexico. The second one today was about an hour ago and I still have his come and piss dripping out of me. As a totally submissive bottom, I kind of get nervous if a top is more interested in my cock than my hole. This top showed no interest in my cock during the two sessions. He made it quite clear that I was there to service him and he wasn't the slightest bit interested if I wanted to come or not. That is exactly how I like it. The session started with him in his work boots and nothing else. I was totally naked. I was on my knees worshipping his cock and balls for about ten minutes. He then squatted down and raised both of his arms. I could smell his sweat. He gestures towards him armpits and I devoured his sweat. It was intoxicating. He then pointed to his cock again and I fell to my knees. As I was worshipping his cock, he slapped my face if he thought I wasn't concentrating enough. He then pulled me up by the throat and started spitting in my mouth. He then forced me face down onto a massage bed and fucked me . There was a mirror in front of us and every so often he grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to see him raping my hole. After about ten minutes he flipped my over and my legs were over his muscular shoulders. He entered me again violently and stated to choke me, alternating between slaps and spitting in my mouth. After another ten minutes he blew his load inside me. He didn't withdraw. Then he told me he was going to piss in me. Obviously I begged for it. When he finally withdrew I felt the torrent of come and piss being released. He bent down and started draining his own piss and come with his tongue. He then told me to taste his piss and come as he kissed me passionately. Everything I want from a top. His needs, not mine. Dominant to the point of violence and fear, but then passionate and giving. I am in his total control, and he knows it.

I've had my share, the scenarios are usually hotter than the actual sex. One example: I've had sex with many an "average" gay dude who knew how to be a professional fucking slut however, more into those.

I'm glad a gentleman like you is helping to break women's monopoly on sex. Because of you're tireless efforts and that of many others he now has options. It's really a shame that these good men who provide so much, are left without the sex they need. Public servants are rarely commended for their efforts, today sir I recognize you for doing your part.

Kevins story continued By the time Kevin showered and dressed, he was beginning to feel embarrassed and slightly ashamed at what he had done. He mumbled goodbye to Bill at the desk and headed for his truck. He should never have succumbed to them. But after all, he thought, hadn’t he enjoyed it? The succession of cocks in his arse had been so sexy. He unlocked and got inside. What about taking it bare from those toxic old trolls? He was pretty sure Eric had been converted in that disgusting old sauna – what if he was also pregnant now? Yet, he thought, they were so free, so animal like and breeding each other as nature intended. He realised his tiny cock was stiff in his jeans and the tee shirt under his tits was wet with sweaty excitement. He started up and headed for home. His wife met him at the door. “You’re late” She said with a sneer. “Where’ve you been?” “Busy” He replied, wilting under her gaze. “You know Eric’s sick. I had to cover for him today.” “He told me when I phoned him to find out where you were.” She said “At that sauna he spends so much time at. Did you have a nice time there?” He paled. Did she know? Had Eric told her? She laughed. “I don’t care what you’ve been up to. You’re no use to me!” Kevin went through to the living room and groaned aloud. Sitting watching the television was his wife’s nephew, a fat, spotty youth called Nigel who usually treated Kevin with as much disdain as his aunt. “Hello Nigel.” He said. Nigel glanced at him and carried on watching TV. Kevin sighed and went to make himself some tea. His wife came in to the kitchen. “How long is he staying?” Asked Kevin. “A couple of days,” she replied. “I told him he could come out with you tomorrow as I’m off to meet a friend.” It didn’t appeal to Kevin at all to spend a day with Nigel putting him down. And then he remembered he’d promised to go back to the sauna to check his work was ok. Should he introduce the irritating Nigel to Bill, Sid and Arthur? He grinned to himself. Maybe….he thought.

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!”.

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."

After my high had faded I had to begin thinking about my nephews arrival. I knew that for master to take him, we couldn’t treat him like every bar fag. He had to be eased into it and my house was the complete opposite of easy. I knew that I had to clean out the dungeon and turn it into an actual bedroom, I’d also have to hide all the drugs and sex toys lying around the house. It would be a lot of work. — My uber pulled up to a wide one story house in the middle of a neighborhood of similar homes. I had never actually been to my uncle marks place but this is the address he gave me. I walked up to the door and knocked. A minute later my uncle mark answered. He was wearing a wife beater and what looked to be leather pants, with a thick chain and padlock around his neck. He had grown a beard since the last time I’d seen him. “Hey bud” uncle mark said to me pulling me into a hug, I felt something hard push against me where his crotch was but it must’ve just been his pants cause it was way to hard for a penis “Come on in” he said picking up my bag “wow you’ve grown” he slapped my ass as he said it “Thanks” I said “ I’ll show you your room, it’s kind of bare bones but feel free to make it your own.” He said as he walked me through the living room to what seemed to be a guest bedroom. The house seemed pretty normal, if kind of bland for someone who the rest of the family made out to be some west coast hippie artist. The room seemed pretty boring too just the standard bed, dresser, and mirror. It was a really big mirror though, floor to ceiling and about 4’ wide pointed at the bed. “We’ll bud here’s your room, we’ll go to dinner in a few hours, I’ve got some work to finish in my room but let me know if you need anything.” He said leaving. Uncle Mark closed the door on his way out and I made my way to the bathroom. I’d been holding my piss since I got in my uber. The bathroom was weird, there was a urinal on the wall across from the toilet. The shower was also huge and had several extra hoses connected to the shower head. I guess I can’t complain about my bathroom being too nice. — My nephew had really grown up. He was about 5’10 now with a blondish bob, he also seemed to be pretty well muscled from the hug. I walked back into my bedroom where one of master’s other slaves we’re waiting, he had called several of them to help redecorate the house. I had been repaying them with fist fuckings as my cock was still locked up. This slave was a police officer normally, he was a short and stout man with a thick beard and shaved head. The rest of his body was entirely hairless and covered in tattoos about how much of a poz piggy cumslut he is. He wore a micro cage that made his cock into a small metal nub. It had been permanently attached with piercings, this pig hadn’t used his cock in nearly 10 years. He was laying on his back surrounded by used needles from the many slams I’d given him this morning. I grabbed the methed up lube and smothered it on my arm before punching straight into his wrecked cunt. I got easily to my elbow then continued working my way up til his hole had swallowed most of my arm. He was moaning like a pig but thankfully the bedroom was soundproofed so jack couldn’t hear him.

Hey all- Finally settled after my move, what do we think- time to get back to the boys? I do think they have voracious sexual appetites that need tending to so bets not leave them waiting too much longer...

"Easy there, let me give you a hand," I heard G say from behind me. Two strong hands in my armpits slowly lifted me upright and just off the ground so my legs could reestablish my center of gravity. He gently set me down, my ass cheeks closing and the wetness between them hitting me as I stood there. It was beginning to get dark; my intended run having been interrupted by an amazing fuck in the middle of nature. Add that to the list of things Shawn and I had never done. We both pulled our clothes on and decided to head back down the trail. At the base of the hill I saw just a lone Jeep parked, and assumed it was G's. Correctly, it would seem, as he turned and looked that way. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. "I hope you frequent these woods often, I'd love a repeat encounter sometime if you're down." "Yeah, I've been running these trails a few weeks now. That just happened to be a new one for me," I replied. "New in a few ways, I would guess," he said with a chuckle. He extended his hand and we had that generic handshake as we turned and headed in our separate ways. He hopped in his Jeep, fired it up, and drove off slowly past me as I started the short jog back to my place. Unknown to us though, we hadn't been alone in that forest, and in the fast-growing dark shadows a pair of eyes watched as we said our goodbyes and departed. Obviously in need of some cleanup once I returned home, I stripped the minute I was back inside and headed for the shower. The warm water felt good cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and dirt, but unable to touch the large pair of loads deep inside my hole. I could feel the slickness inside me as I moved, my insides greased with his cum. I began stroking my now-fully swollen dick, while reaching around to finger my hole. Finding a good rhythm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my cock being stroked and my ass being probed by my own finger. In no time, I was blasting a load on the shower wall. Coming down from my sexual high, I finished my shower and after toweling off threw on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts--commando, of course. I sat down on the couch and fired up the TV. Truth be told, I couldn't remember what I watched if I tried. I was too busy replaying the events of the evening in my head, so much so I hopped on one of the apps to browse some pics, hoping to draw my mind back. I wasn't on 2 minutes before the app buzzed and I had been noticed... by a few guys. One, well, let's just say I now had a way to contact G. I chuckled as I saw he had found me on the app, so I favorited him in order to have a way to get in touch with him next time. Two were older gentlemen that just didn't move the needle for me, and a fourth was an older dude in his early 40s. He was pretty thin and lean, and a bit haggard-looking. I saw I had a message in that moment; it was from this thin dude. < Hey man, what's going on with you tonight? > >> Nothing much. Just hopped on, horned up as fuck. LOL << < Nice man, let's have some fun. I could use an ass to use. > Direct and to the point. And in my condition, probably the best approach to getting in my pants! I was in no position to think clearly. I saw he was only 2 miles away, and my sexual lust was in complete control. I sent him my location and my unit number. < Can be there in five minutes, assuming you're ready now. > >> Yeah, I'm definitely ready! Haha << Guess I was really doing this! Those five minutes had barely passed when a knock at my door had me opening it. He stood in front of me, pretty much looking like his pic, if not a bit thinner. Had I been more coherent I'd have noticed his eyes and cheeks were a bit sunken in, but I never focused in on his face. A thin and lean guy standing in front of me in my state had my dick swelling in my shorts, and my one-track mind could only focus on the sexual frenzy in which I currently existed. I invited him in, and as I turned from closing the door his head was there and I found myself in an aggressive tongue-powered kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hands were all over me. Being about three inches taller, he was perfectly positioned to touch me at all the right angles. And soon his hands were at the waste band of my shorts. His thumbs hooked inside and I felt my shorts drop around my ankles. As he came up for air, he glanced down and then back up. Our eyes locked and I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk. "You definitely seem ready," he whispered through his partial smile. And with that I headed to the bedroom with him right behind me. I tore off my t-shirt and laid down on the bed on my back. I looked him over as he stripped down himself. Definitely thin, the hint of some abs, some light, rough stubble on his face, shaggy brown hair that matched in color. And as his jeans dropped I saw a cock that appeared to be 6 inches soft, cut, and with a large mushroom head. Below his cock, a pair of very large balls hung down about 2 inches. I'm not kidding when I say they were the size of golf balls. I wondered if he was one of those guys who stretched or pumped. His thin and veiny legs climbed up on my bed, bringing the rest of him closer. He came up between my legs while using his own to force mine apart, spreading and beginning to lift my ass. He bent over me and resumed giving me forceful and sloppy mouth-to-mouth. My own uncut cock was rock hard on my own partial abs, leaking pretty significantly. I could feel his growing but was simply too caught up in the making out to care. His hands slid down to my legs and began to push them back, further lifting my ass up. I felt him stretch his groin back as the trail of precum he left drew a line straight down my stomach and crotch until his cock--now thick and hard--dropped down and lodged itself in my crack, right at my hole. He began pressing and making mini thrusts, and with all his precum and the two loads inside me, his helmet quickly found itself parting my ass lips. I pressed down just slightly, hoping to push some of that internal lube toward him, but with a slightly harder thrust it provided him the opening to pop his head in, and he slowly sank the entirety of what was a 9 1/2" cock into my ass. His lips broke away from mine. "You have an amazing ass," he whispered. "It just sucked my entire cock in, and feels incredibly wet inside. Have you been fucked already?" "Yeah," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be a turnoff for him. "Had a little fun in the woods earlier." He slowly withdrew his cock, and I thought I had ruined the fuck with that admission. But just as his head was about to pop out, he thrust back in balls-deep, and began to work up a rhythm. His mushroom head found my prostate and began stimulating me more than I thought was possible in my state. Our lips re-engaged. He had a steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass as he picked up the speed. I imagined all that cum in my ass was getting pretty churned up, though that head on his cock was more likely acting like a plunger, pushing G's loads deep inside before the suction of his withdraws pulled them back down. He kept this up for about 30 minutes before I felt him begin shaking and his breathing through out kiss became raspy. He never stopped fucking me though and as he settled down and we continued making out his thrusting continued. In my mind, I knew he had shot his wad, and I could tell I was quite full of cum as I could feel it moving around in my bowels, trapped and moved around by his swollen member. About 15 minutes after he first came, he came again--the tell-tale signs again giving him away. Still he remained hard and continued fucking. I could tell from the way his balls smacked my ass they had shrunk a bit from his two big loads. And I believed it, since my ass was beginning to feel like I had used an enema. He lasted another 20 minutes or so before pumping his third--and about the same-sized load--deep in my ass. He collapsed on me, his rock hard cock still plugging my hole, and oozing out the bit of cum still left to drain into my ass. After about 10 minutes I felt him begin to soften and his cock slowly withdrew until his head was just inside my opening. He reached back and gave his cock a slight tug but only to start its exit. He left the tip there still plugging my hole as it slowly closed. I felt a drip of cum from his cock hit my hole and begin slowly sliding down my ass crack. He broke our kiss and smiled at me. "That was awesome, thanks man. My balls were so full!" "I could tell," I replied. "Feels like you emptied your bladder up in there!" I chuckled as I finished that statement. "I pissed before I came over, otherwise I totally would have!" he laughed back. He rolled off me and slipped off the bed, walking back to his clothes. My legs stretched out on the bed, happy to extend themselves finally. He pulled on his jeans and his crew top and slipped into his shoes. "Hit me up if you're ever down to fuck again, I'd love to drop a few loads in that ass on the regular." I got up off the bed and walked him to the door. He left with another quick kiss, and I returned--still naked--to my seat on the couch and opened the app. I added him as another favorite, and with that I went back to my bed and collapsed into a deep sleep still rock-hard, with my stomach slick and my ass full.

Jason As I'm chasing my laughing young man down the hall towards the kitchen and I can't help but think this is the first time since I met Quinn that I've seen him happy, really happy. Yeah, he's has his chuckles, a couple of giggles, a smile here and there but there's always been a deep sadness about him. I think he's been desperately lonely and in need of someone to really care about him. I'm so glad its me. Its been far to long since I've had that myself. I'll admit to myself I had more then a small crush on Tim while growing up but I always knew he was just "playing". But the mind and the heart so rarely agree and I couldn't help but fall for him. While in college Tim met Laura and its all stopped. I put on my happy face, made friends with Laura <lord knows I wanted to hate her> and never let my true feelings show. I found a boyfriend, Tony, figured I could learn to love him, and I did care about him. We dated for around 4 months and we always seems to be at my place. In retrospect I should have figured something was wrong when I never got to spend any time at my boyfriends house. But I wasn't looking that far just wanted the attention to keep my mind off Tim. I got sick, really sick figured I had a really bad flu. Tony took care of me for the first 3 days, though the chills and fevers. On the forth day he said he had some errands to run and he'd be back in a few hours. I finally got up to use the restroom and on the counter was a note with a number. Jason, here is the number to the HIV clinic you need to get tested. I should have told you but I couldn't bring myself to do it. You'll get better then it will be your turn to pass it on. Keep the gift going. TW Of course I had no idea what he meant at the time other then HIV that practically jumped off the note at me. I couldn't believe it. That was my last relationship. Once I figured out what keep the gift going meant I was determined not to do that to anyone else. So I got a job working for Tim and Laura, bought my house and have basically been a hermit. I never expected to find anyone to love and I certainty had no intention of "gifting" someone. Now I've done both. Part of me is ashamed and regrets it, part of me it glad. Only time will tell which of the two will follow me in the years to come. I enter the kitchen and Quinn is standing with his back to the sink hands up in surrender. "Ok be nice you got your revenge with the towel so behave" "I don't have to behave" I reply and place my hands on the counter with him in the middle. I lean against him and kiss while looking in his gorgeous brown eyes. I never thought much about brown eyes but his are a golden brown like hazelnut chocolate. He smiles into my kiss and kisses back. I slide my hands around his back and then I start to tickles his sides. Quinn jerks back and tries to get away but he has no where to go and he's laughing hysterically. "OH stop stop and can't breath. Your supposed to ..BEHAVE!" "No I'm not" I laugh at him but I do stop, give him one last kiss and grab a plate out of the strainer. Setting the plate on the counter I turn to the fridge, open it up and get whats left of dinner. Quinn watches me put it all together with this huge smile on his face. "Here you go hon" and I hand him his place. He starts eating while I put everything back. "This is really good, I've never had a ..Cesar salad? Is that what you said it was? "Yep that's what they call it." I sit at the table as Quinn leans against the counter eating. "How much stuff do you have to bring over?" Quinn stops eating and is kind of just moving a piece of chicken around with his fork. "I don't have much, just some clothes and a couple of pieces of work out stuff if that's ok" "Hon, of course is ok, this is your home now, I really mean that." "Yeah, I know but .." "But what love?" "My mother." I've never heard such distaste associated with that word "Baby, your 19 you can do whatever you want now. Its your life." "I know but, you don't know how she is, especially..." his voice trails off barely above a whisper. "Especially since your her major source of income? Well that stops NOW! She'll have to figure something else out and if she gives us any problems!" At this point I have to stop and take a few deep breaths to settle down. "Well hon, actually after tonight she probably wont want you around." I remind him. "OH" and the word hangs there and suddenly Quinn looks like he is about to run for it. "Hey hey, come here" and I open my arms up and motion for him to come to me. Quinn sets his plate on the counter and quickly crosses over to me sitting in my lap and burying his face in my chest. "I'm scared." "Yeah I know hon but I'll get you through it, you'll be fine, we'll both be just fine okay?" I wrap my arms around him giving him a physical reminder to go with my words that I'm here for him. "Ok" and we just sit in the kitchen for a few. Me just holding him tight and him relaxing into me. "Well young man its time for bed we have a busy day tomorrow." I pick him up and head for our room, our room I like the way that feels. Once in the bedroom I tuck Quinn into bed and crawl in next to him. He scoots close and I wrap my arms around him. His face is buried in my chest, so I kiss his forehead and stoke his hair. I feel him relax and soon his breathing evens out and I can't tell he's just about asleep. I'm not far behind him as I feel my eyes closing. I can't help but here him whisper. "Thank you so much for loving me." and I can't help but smile and say back and say. "And thank you for loving me right back." and then we're both asleep. I wake up the next morning to something new. I have a pair of arms wrapped around me and a big cock nestled between my checks. I feel that all is right with the world. Quinn's soft breaths across my back tell me he's still sleep and I grin to myself as I think of the perfect way to wake him up. I slowly reach for the bottle of lotion I keep on my nightstand for dry skin, I can think of a better use for it this morning and pump a few squirts into my palm. I very slowly and gently reach behind me and very carefully start to rub it all over Quinn's massive uncut organ. This is going to be fun I think to myself. Quinn lets out a few whimpers and is all I can do to stop before he can wake up as I loving the way his foreskin slides back and forth in my hands. I carefully get a few more squirts, this boy is big and its been years since I've taken a cock, let alone one this long. I rub the lotion around my ass letting first one then two fingers slide in. My cock is already dripping and making a wet spot on the sheets. I am trying to go slow to surprise him but I want him inside me. I've made him mine now I need him to make me his as well. After a couple more squirts and another gentle rub along the length of Quinn's long shaft I'm ready. I scoot up a bit and line his cock up with my hole. I pull his skin back and let the tip of his cock start to work is way into me. The lotion does its job and Quinn is starting to fill me up. His breathing catches and there's a gasp. "oh OH OH WOW!" Quinn jerks his hands to my waist and holds me still. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." I clinch my ass around his cockhead "Didn't mean to what love?" I smile to myself. "Start making love to me? So making love to me is an accident?" I teasingly say and I push back to feel the first inch slide into me. Quinn sucks air deeply and wraps one arm over my chest and the other arm moves up so that his hand in playing in my hair. "Is this ok? You want me to fuck you?" "Yes I want you to fuck me haven't you ever been in a man before?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize it was the wrong thing to say. I feel Quinn stiffen up and start to back out. "OH no you don't" I reach back and grab his ass to keep him from pulling out. "You know when I told you that I don't pull out? Well the same applies to you. Once your inside me you don't ever pull out until I have every drop of cum you've got to give me. This is a relationship its all about give and take and right now your going to give me your dick and I'm about to take your cum ok?" As I tell him this I slide my ass back and pull his ass forward getting another couple of inches. "OH damn, baby you feel so good." "Really? I'm sorry I'm not going to be very good at this. I've. Well. I've. I've never been allowed to fuck someone before I've always been the bottom." He just blurts this out like he's making some confusion. "OH yeah I've hit pay dirt" I've got the hottest guy in town in my bed and I get to be the only person that has ever had his cock in my ass. I must have done something right." I hold onto his hip now and I slide forward a little. I need to get used to this its been way to long since I've been fucked and he's longer then any guys I've been with. Also I have to make sure he enjoys this. My baby needs to have his first time be perfect. I kick the covers off of us so that I can drape my top leg over him, now I've got some leverage to work with. "Oh love let me get us started, its been a while but once I get used to you I expect me to give me the pounding we both deserve." I twist my chest around and wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss, while I start to impale myself on Quinn huge fuck stick. I'm not sure how much more I can take but I damn sure and going to try and get every inch. All Quinn is able to do is moan into my mouth and I keep lowering myself onto his cock. His head hits my barrier and I can't seem to get any more in. I reach my hand down to see how much I have left. "Fuck baby your only about 3/4ths in." "Its ok we can change around and you can fuck me instead." He says but I can tell there's a bit of disappointment. "Oh hell no, just give me a sec." Thank god I've been doing yoga. I easily roll Quinn on to his back, sit up and then rotate, I have no clue which of us is moaning louder at this point but damn that sure felt good. All the re positioning was causing his cock to do all sorts of wonderful things in my ass. Now I'm on top and got a good 6 inches of cock in my ass but I'm determined to get the other 4. I've got my hands on his chest and I'm looking Quinn straight in the eyes. "Ok hon your ready, cause I'm about to blow your mind?" I start rocking my hips back and forth as I'm start to rise and lower my ass on his cock. Quinn grabs my hips and his holding on for dear life. I can feel his cock head beating against my inner hole but I can't seem to get him past that. "OK hon you get to help now" I raise up a bit "Ok start to fuck me." Quinn hands grip me tighter and he thrusts his cock back into my ass, I raise up on my feet and grip his shoulders for balance and he start to drive his cock into me but still I'm not getting it all, finally frustrated as he pushes up and completely drop all my weight down. "OH FUCK!" The pain is excruciating and I break out in a full body sweat. Quinn looks like his eyes are going to pop right out of his head, and his mouth is hanging wide open and his gasping for air. Then I swear his eyes rolled up and he stiffened all over and I do mean ALL over, and I could feel his cock shooting deep in my ass. I bear through the pain and squeeze my ass around his cock and Quinn grips me tighter and pulls down harder. I swivel my hips to give him as much pleasure as possible and the pain is letting up, slowly but I can tell its lessening. "OH shit" Quinn is chanting while his dick is spewing inside of me. I can't help it but I've got the biggest shit-eating grin on my face as I'm watching him shoot his very first load inside a man and that man is me. Quinn is starting to come down from his orgasm and I'm still moving my hips but much more slowly. "So I take it you enjoyed that hmm." I lean forward and kiss the top of his nose, then his forehead then back down to his lips. Quinn's arms reach up around my neck "Mmmm hmm." He breaks off our kiss "Hey you didn't cum yet...love." He says "love" like he's testing it out and then he just smiles at me. "OH that's ok, trust me we'll get to that later. But right now we've got things to do. I've got idea's for tonight and I can assure you, its NOT going to be a quick. So lets get what we need done, get home relax so I can wear you out tonight." "Deal"

Jason "Yes and that's just a start baby," I say in response to Quinn sudden realization that he has taken my second load of corrupted seed. I don't know whats come over me but I have this desire, no it's a need like air or water, to infect Quinn. Every sign of fear or reluctance from him excites me. Makes me hard and increases my determination to make him mine to spread my disease into his body. I don't want to hurt him but I can't stop myself its like this is how its supposed to be. I've become a puppet to my desire and my virus and Quinn is the target of both. Even as I think these thoughts, my still mostly hard cock is still lodged up deep inside his body. Even though I'm not actually pumping him full of my seed, I know I'm still dripping toxic DNA into his gut. "Quinn, hon you'll be ok. I promise I'll take care of you." "How can you say I'm going to be ok?" He suddenly rolls to the side, dislodging my cock from his ass. "I'm going to get sick and then mom will take me to the clinic like she does every time I get sick and she'll find out. She'll kick me out and I wont be able to finish school. I'll be infected so no one will want me. I'll starve and stay stupid!" Quinn is practically yelling as he's pacing in front of my bed. "I know I can go to the hospital now and tell them to give me something. I've heard about it. They can give you something to stop you from getting infected if you get to them soon enough." Then he walks towards my bathroom. I get out of bed and follow Quinn. When I get to the bathroom he's standing in front of the wall to wall counter staring at himself in the mirror. Tears are rolling down his gorgeous face and he's trembling, yet he has a determined look set on his face. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around him, he stiffens up but doesn't make any move to pull away. I pull his back tightly against my chest, my still hard cock is sandwiched between his cheeks, and I bring my lips to his ear. He starts to turn his head but I have his earlobe between my teeth. His head stops turning, I look up and he's into the mirror at me. He's staring me in the eye and I'm staring right back. I can see the panic, fear and determination in his eyes and the beast inside me rises up again. My hands on his chest start to rub his nipples, my tongue slides gently across his ear and I grind my hard cock between his cheeks. His stance softens slightly, a flash of desire crosses his face but then he tightens up again and he gets a determined look at his face again but still doesn't pull away. "Baby, has anyone ever treated you like I do?" I whisper in his ear, exhaling warm air across his ear. "No" and he trembles but I'm not sure if its fear or desire. "Has anyone ever cared how you feel?" A gently tweak to his nipples. "No" and he leans into my chest. "Has anyone, EVER, made love to you" and I bend my knee's slightly and bump my cock head gently against the opening to his soul. "NO" and gently slides his ass over the head of my cock. "Please Jason, make love to me again, just...please take care of me." The first part was said in passion the second in hope but no sweeter words where never uttered from his lips. The monster inside me roars and I slide my cock deeper into his ass. This is mine! He puts his arms around his head and grabs my hair as he turns is face and starts kissing me. Its full of passion and surrender. He is giving himself completely to me and this time he knows the stakes. He know's I'm going to fill him up with my cum, my seed, my virus and he know's he's going to be sick and he knows that he will forever be mine. I start to pull out ever so slowly, teasing him, reassuring him. I let me cock slide out and rest against his opening for a split second then push back in as far as my crown, and then out again. Giving him short slow jabs that I know will drive him crazy. This is his reward, this is what he deserves for surrendering to me. I'm making love to him and I'm going to claim him. I turn us sideways so he can see my cock going in and out of his ass. He gets to watch as I slide deeper into him, slowly so every inch is seen disappearing into him. I completely straighten my legs and he has to stand on him tiptoes as my cock is lifting him up and punching through his second ring. "OH MY GOD" Quinn gasps "No one's ever been that deep!" "No one ever will either" I whisper into his ear "you are mine now and I will take care of you." I bend my legs again as I start to slowly pull out and we both gasp as my cock exits his other opening. Quinn is starting to sweat and one of his hands has left my hair to slide over his monster cock. Precum and dribbled down the shaft and onto my counter. I look into the mirror and I see Quinn's eyes are close, his lips stretching for mine, one hand tangled in my hair and the other is wrapped around his cock. His back is arched as he's slamming his ass back into mine and there is a string of precum for his cock to my counter. In all my life I will never forget this image, when Quinn finally completely surrendered and was mine. My breath catches and I'm starting to pant the image is just to much even though I've already shot two loads. Quinn can feel my cock starting to expand and he know's whats coming. "NO!" and he jerks his ass off my cock and spins around to look at me. "Not like that." and he hoists himself up on my counter, hooks his heals into my ass and pulls me closer while his hand guides my cock back where it belongs. He reaches up and I know what he wants. I lean over and drive my cock in deep while wrapping my around under his back. Quinn has hooked his heals together behind my back and is pushing his ass onto my cock. Then his wrists entwine behind my neck and he looks me in the eyes, commanding "Jason, breed me. Make me yours forever." The roar starts in my head. Its like waves crashing against my skull. My hands move up his back and curl across his shoulders and I pull him as tight as I can onto my cock. My hips are pounding him, driving myself deeper and deeper into his ass. I can't feel the second sphincter snapping across my head making us both groan. "Fuck yes, Jason harder" Quinn is chanting and his hand is a blur as he is stroking his cock. I'm long dicking him hard and fast and deep, pounding myself into his very soul. The roaring in my head is not escaping my lips as I'm becoming caught up in my orgasm. I punch through his second opening one last time and my cock spits its venom as deep as it can. I put my full weight into it and pump every drop of seed into his beautiful ass. Changing him, making him mine. "Yes Jason poz me up, I need this, I need you!" as he shouts this is ass squeezes my cock like a vice and I can feel his cum hitting my chest. Spurt after spurt of pure clean seed is shooting across my chest and stomach dripping back down onto Quinn. Beautiful! I slide my hands back down across his back and lean forward and kiss my Quinn deeply, passionately, possessively, and I receive the same from him. No sudden remorse, no panic, no change of heart just full on devotion and love. He IS mine!

Quinn "OH NO, Jason NO!" I can't help but yell. This cant be happening to me. I finally find a man I feel I can trust, a man I want to be with. He's just made love to me like no one has ever before, and he's possibly given me HIV. I don't know what to do. I try to get away but he's got me up against the headboard. You're on antivirals, right?" "I was, but my last blood work showed elevated liver enzymes so my doctor has taken me off of them, and after they've cleared my system we'll do another test to see if the meds are causing the problem." "Ok, but it takes time for the virus to build back up right?" I'm pleading with him. I'm grasping at straws. No, no, this can't be happening to me. Suddenly I feel his cock twitch deep inside me. Oh god I can't help but moan with pleasure, even though I realize he's still in me with his HIV-loaded cock. "Yes, it does take time to build back up." Jason's looking me in the eyes and I see he cares for me and I instinctively find myself relaxing. Then he continued adding "Baby, it takes two days and I've been off of them for almost three weeks." "OH no." I've got to get him out of me. I have to get to the bathroom and clean his load out. I start to squirm and pull away but he's got a firm grip on my thighs. I try to push him out him out but all this does is make his cock even harder and bury itself even deeper in me. Then he shifts slightly and he hits that spot inside me. "OH God" I can't help but moan. He feels so good inside me. No one has ever felt this good inside me but I scared to death. Where will I go? How can I finish school? What is my mother going to do to me? Jason slides his hands up my thighs and grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him embedding his cock deeply in my ass. I can feel it twitching and flexing which makes me moan and want him more. But I can't get infected. It will ruin me. He pulls back some and I feel like there's a void left where he was, where he should be. No I can't think like that he has to get out of me, its a good thing he's pulling out of me. He leans over and licks up the cum off my stomach and then he pushes back in and leans down and kisses me deep. The taste of my cum and his cock sliding back into me is more then I can take. I don't know what to do I want to run and get away but I need to have him buried deep inside me. I don't want anyone but him to ever fuck me again. "Taste that love? That's going to be one of your last neg loads. You'll have a few more but soon you'll be infected, you'll have my DNA inside you, you'll be mine" He pulls back and then angles his dick right into the spot again. I squirt cum again, how does he do that to me? He makes me squirt and I'm not even cuming or touching myself, its like he's pushing all my neg juice out so it can be filled with toxic seed instead. "I'm going to get sick, right?" I can't help but ask. Again his cock twitches and expands. Its like his cock is excited by my fear and with the thought of shooting its viral load into me. "Yes baby you will, but I'll take care of you," and then he starts again. He's been just sitting there with his cock in me barely moving but now he's actively fucking me again. His cock is so thick its like a torpedo bombing its way into me. When he starts to pull back its like my ass can't help but push because of the way he's tapered but his cock never leaves my ass completely. His head is just inside me, pulsing dripping more precum, more virus into me. Then, in one steady push, he's sliding all the way back into me. "Oh God, Jason I can't." He leans over and kisses me deeply but gently. My whole world become centered on his lips. He gently places his hands on either side of my face, looks me in the eye and then leans in and his tongue is dancing with mine as he grinds his hip against my ass. This is right, this is where I need to be. I need this man to make me his but I'm still so scared. He slides back a few inches and just throbs inside of me, making small jabbing motions that are diving me crazy. He caresses my sides and his hands move down to my hips. He grabs them firmly and hikes my ass up and drives his cock in as deep as it could go. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his shoulder and I kiss him back. He acknowledges my surrender to him with a smile and says "I'm very proud of you my young man. I'm going to make you mine, your going to be a part of me soon. You'll always have me with you." His breathing is getting heavier and I can feel this cock getting even thicker. Damn how thick can his cock get? It fills me up like nothing ever has, its taking possession of me, its going to blast inside me and claim me. His pace is picking up and I can't help but moan and pant as he's taking over my body. He's using my hips to pull me onto his cock burying it as deep as it can into me. He's pounding away at my ass and its right. Its what I want, what I need. I need for Jason to make me his. "YES, Oh fuck" He groans into me ear and he shifts in such a way that he's right on that spot and I can feel his cock kicking and throbbing inside me. I can't help myself I bury my heals into his ass as I arch my back to get as much of his cock as I can and I'm shooting my load all over us. We're moving together to get his cock as far inside me as its physically possible. The only thing between us is his pubic hair as it grinds against my ass. As I start to calm down from another mind blowing orgasm my mind kicks in again. "Oh fuck, I've taken two poz loads now!" "Yes, and that's just a start, baby."

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.

I took what I wanted in the locker room from a kid I was bullying in school when we were both 15. I used him rough every day until we graduated. I knew it was hurting him but neither of us cared as long as I got to breed and he got to receive the load. For a time I was doing the same with him and a girlfriend at the same time (I could do as many times a day as I wanted back in the day).

Fuck yea! This guys sounds so hot, I can picture you worshipping him good

Hot AF twisted story!!

Thank you very much. This was very helpful. What I think he now does is log inot NKP using a VPN ... maybe, but thanks man

I'm still dealing with them and it's been 4 years. They can really mess up your sex life. If you can get Gardisal 9 prescribed for you, I would go ahead and get it. If you already have them Gardisal 9 won't cure those, but it can prevent future outbreaks in other parts of your body. If your doctor is willing to write the script for it, don't let places like Walgreens and CVS tell you no, you can't have it if you are over 45. Yes you can, if you are able to find a "specialty pharmacy" many that deal with HIV/AIDS patients can order it and fill it for you. Your doctor can either have a nurse administer it or in my case, my final shot was done by the pharmacist himself. So be persistent, my insurance covered the cost and yours may as well. This is far worse than merely showing up HIV positive in my opinion.

One of the kinkier and hottest sexual experiences I had occurred when I hooked up with a 22-year-old personal trainer I met on an on-line sex app. when I was 51. I asked this stud what he was looking for sexually, thinking he would end the text messaging quickly, given our age difference and how incredibly hot he was in comparison to me. I was surprised and perplexed, however, when he responded by not answering my question, but asking me my first name. I told him my name was “Jimmy,” and he confidently said, “I’m ‘The Milkman,’ Jimmy, but you can call me ‘DaDa.’” At this point, I was perplexed and confused by our conversation, and I thought I misheard him. I slowly repeated to him out loud “The Milkman?”…“DaDa?,” as I tried to process in my head what he said and not understanding why a hot young stud 29 years my junior would want me to call him “DaDa.” He, in turn, confidently responded, “Let me explain what I am looking for, but I want to emphasize this is not negotiable. You can either take it or leave it, and I expect your answer as soon as I am done providing the details.” And with that, DaDa started to refer to both him and me in the third person, like he was narrating a story to me, providing me with the following detailed explanation: · “’DaDa’ is ‘The Milkman’ and produces lots of milk. DaDa has a big 8” milk bottle and can feed Jimmy all the milk he needs.” · “Jimmy is a hungry boy and needs lots of milk, especially DaDa’s milk. Jimmy needs to feed on DaDa’s bottle.” · “When Jimmy arrives, DaDa will be lying on the bed, stripped down to his socks and a wearing ball cap. DaDa’s milk bottle will be ready for Jimmy to nurse.” · “Jimmy will let himself in and after stripping down to his socks, will join DaDa on the bed. Jimmy will lie on his side, between DaDa’s spread legs, with his mouth facing DaDa’s bottle.” · “Once in position, Jimmy will lie his head down on DaDa’s thigh, to provide Jimmy’s head and neck with long-term support and Jimmy’s mouth easy access to DaDa’s big milk bottle.” I arrived at DaDa’s apartment, and it all played out as detailed above. DaDa was fucking hot in every way imaginable…A stunning bi-racial man with a phenomenal body, including an amazing eight pack, and great calves that his white calf-length athletic socks drew attention to. He also wore a ball cap with “Milkman” embroidered on the front of it! Once I was in position with my head on his thigh and my mouth close to his big milk bottle, DaDa verbally narrated next steps to me: · “In a minute, Jimmy is going to ‘latch on’ to DaDa’s milk bottle. DaDa is going to explain what Jimmy needs to do, and Jimmy will do as DaDa instructs.” I nodded my head up and down. · “The first thing DaDa needs to explain is what a ‘Good Latch” is and how Jimmy needs to latch on to DaDa's bottle. Don’t worry, Jimmy. We have plenty of time and DaDa is going to be very patient.” · “To get a ‘Good Latch’ onto DaDa’s bottle, Jimmy needs to open his mouth wide like a he’s giving a big yawn, to get a good amount of DaDa’s big bottle in his mouth…Open wide, Jimmy!” · “Good boy! Now Jimmy needs to flange his lips outward. Think about fish lips and the opening and closing motion fishes do repeatedly. Jimmy needs to push out and position his lips, so they stick out full, prominent, and pouty. Excellent job, Jimmy! It comes so naturally and it’s like Jimmy was born to do this. The good news is Jimmy’s gonna nurse on DaDa’s bottle for a good long time, since practice makes perfect, and Jimmy’s lips are gonna be swollen and puffy with all that practice!” · “OK, Jimmy…It’s time to latch on good. Pay attention to the instructions DaDa has given and get a good five inches of that milk bottle in your mouth. Close those lips around that bottle.” · “Fuck, yeah! Now, Jimmy, hold those lips in place on that bottle and create a suction. Act like that milk bottle is a straw and Jimmy is sucking the milk out of the bottle through the straw. Fuck, that’s it! Now slightly release the suction but keep those lips firmly around DaDa’s bottle. Think about the mouth movements of a fish, Jimmy…Suckle and release…suckle and release. Keep those lips on that milk bottle like Jimmy’s fucking life depends on it and keep on suckling over…and over…and over….FUCK!” I kept suckling DaDa’s bottle as instructed, keeping my lips extended so they had maximum contact. My lips never left DaDa’s bottle, and my mouth to started to feel a couple of drops of something wet. My eyes opened wide in surprise…Was it DaDa’s milk? As if he read my mind, DaDa asked, · “Does Jimmy taste and feel that wetness? Those drops in Jimmy’s mouth are from DaDa’s bottle. It’s not milk. It’s all-natural organic juice that will keep Jimmy’s mouth lubricated and moist. Jimmy is fortunate. DaDa produces a steady and solid stream of juice that Jimmy is gonna feel dripping into his suckling mouth. Feel those drops, Jimmy? Those drops will continue until DaDa feeds Jimmy his milk. Those continual drops will help keep those lips suctioned to DaDa’s bottle while Jimmy nurses and will help to eventually get DaDa’s milk out of the bottle and into Jimmy’s tum tum.” · “Speaking of nursing, Jimmy, DaDa has another nursing technique to teach. So far Jimmy has kept that suckling going good while keeping those lips on DaDa’s bottle. Now DaDa wants Jimmy to keep sucking in like the milk bottle is a straw with lots of suction. If Jimmy’s doing it right, his cheeks will pull inward as his lips suck on DaDa’s bottle like a straw…Now release that suction by popping those lips open. As soon as Jimmy pops those lips open, create the full suction again with those lips surrounding the bottle…That’s it…now pop those lips again…now suck it like a straw. Pop those lips open and now suck it like a straw again. That’s it, Jimmy. Pop those lips open and then suck it like a straw, over and over and over and over. FUCK, Jimmy is a noisy little fucker! As I practiced this newest technique, I was literally smacking my lips against DaDa’s bottle. My top lip was smacking against the top of DaDa’s bottle and my protruding bottom lip, was smacking against the bottom of DaDa’s bottle. I got a sense from the moaning and swearing, that DaDa liked that technique a lot. · “OK, Jimmy. One final nursing technique to share: Sometimes when Jimmy pops his lips off of DaDa’s milk bottle, and while keeping DaDa’s bottle in Jimmy’s mouth, say ‘DaDa’ out loud.” Fuck yeah, Jimmy…Do it again!...And Again!...And Again!!! As I said “DaDa” repeatedly when my lips released suction and smacked against the top and bottom sides of DaDa’s bottle, my mouth was still five inches deep on his bottle. It caused “DaDa” to come out of my mouth garbled, but both DaDa and I could make out what I was saying. I felt DaDa’s bottle plump up further. I was broken from the daze of hearing my suckling noises when DaDa said, · “Jimmy was clearly born to nurse on DaDa’s bottle. An important lesson here though is that nursing is a marathon not a sprint. The word ‘Nursing” is the very definition of that. Jimmy has probably heard of guys ‘nursing a drink." That means sipping and savoring it for a good long extended time. The phrase "nursing" originally came from medical nurses providing ‘careful attention and prolonged care’ to their patients. Well in this situation, Jimmy is nursing on DaDa’s bottle. Jimmy will sip and savor DaDa’s juices for a long time and provide careful attention and prolonged care to DaDa’s bottle until DaDa fills Jimmy’s tum tum up with nice warm milk.” · “With that in mind, DaDa’s going to pull the bed sheet and comforter up over Jimmy's head and up to DaDa’s chest, but before that happens, DaDa wants to show Jimmy something special: See this plastic grill that comes up the side of the bed and over the top of the mattress here next to me and facing you? This is a bed fan. When DaDa turns it on with this remote, Jimmy will feel cool air blowing down from the top of the bed and hitting his face. This will allow Jimmy to nurse on DaDa’s bottle for a good long time and stay cool and comfortable while underneath the comforter and top sheet. The air will lift up the top sheet and comforter so it will be like Jimmy is nursing on DaDa’s bottle in the privacy of his own little tent. Now grab the top of the sheet and comforter at the end of the bed, Jimmy, and pull them up so Dada can grab onto them, and DaDa will turn the fan on as soon as they are pulled up to DaDa’s chest.” · “DaDa is going to also turn the light off and lie here until DaDa dozes off and falls asleep. There is no hurry here. Jimmy just needs to focus on nursing. To provide some context: While there was a mutual understanding that I would nurse on DaDa’s bottle until he fed me his milk, I did not realize that it would take hours of nursing and suckling for DaDa to fill me up with his milk. I ultimately found out that DaDa did not feed me for hours because he was unable to produce his milk sooner. Nor was it based on the quality of my nursing skills. Through this experience, I found that DaDa savors maximum milk production during the night while he sleeps, with the goal of serving up the greatest amount of milk possible when he wakes up after a good night sleep! DaDa was providing prolonged care to his milk production by establishing a comfortable setting, complete with bed fan, so I could nurse and help him with his milk production. After DaDa pulled the covers up tightly around his chest and turned the light off, I got into the “zone” of nursing on DaDa’s bottle. I am not sure when DaDa fell asleep, but he did not move any part of his body for a very long time. After what seemed like hours of me nursing on DaDa’s bottle, DaDa moved his legs slightly which made me think he had just woken up even though it had to be the middle of the night. After a couple of minutes, my nose picked up the smell of weed, and I assumed DaDa had lit a joint. It was at that moment, still in total darkness under the covers, the smell of weed became overwhelming, and I coughed with my mouth still on DaDa’s bottle. WHAT THE FUCK?! While I could not see anything in the darkness, DaDa must have lifted up the end of the comforter and sheet from his chest and blew the fucking smoke from his joint underneath the covers, and the fan in turn blew the smoke into my fucking face! The smoke stayed all around me, so I assume DaDa pulled the covers back down tightly against his chest to trap the smoke in with me. DaDa then used the remote to turn the bed fan on high, and it got much louder. I quickly had no clean air to breathe and the smoke entered into my lungs when I had no choice but to breath through my nose while my lips were still suctioned around DaDa’s bottle. It seemed like I went a long time without clean air and there were times when the smoke hitting my lungs seemed to intensify as DaDa may have blown more smoke under the covers. It did not take very long before I nursed on DaDa’s bottle in my stoned state. With all concept of time lost, I nursed on DaDa’s bottle like my life depended on it, using the techniques DaDa taught me and expected. At one point, with no advance warning, DaDa’s milk erupted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I coughed in surprise, but my lips were still suctions completely around his bottle, ensuring I drank every drop of the huge amount of milk only a young buck could produce afters many hours of being nursed. I continued nursing on DaDa’s bottle because there was no indication I should stop. I nursed for about another ten minutes when DaDa turned off the bed fan and said in a loud voice so I could hear him under the covers, · Good job drinking all of DaDa’s milk for breakfast, Jimmy. DaDa’s going to turn the bed fan back on and lie in bed for a bit longer. Then DaDa is going to make Jimmy a special healthy drink called “Golden Glow Juice.” It contains pineapple, orange, carrot, mango, lemon, turmeric, ginger, and lime. It’s a healthy beverage that is part of a 3-day cleanse. DaDa will make it for Jimmy the next three mornings. It is full of nutrients, and some of the benefits include boosting energy, preventing colds, and making skin look more radiant. It also tastes fucking amazing. Jimmy should keep nursing lightly while DaDa rests a bit longer and then DaDa will make some Golden Glow Juice for Jimmy. And with that, DaDa turned the bed fan back on and I started nursing lightly on DaDa’s bottle again, almost falling asleep with DaDa's warm milk in my tum tum. I was startled awake and it was deja vous when DaDa erupted in my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat. But this time it was not DaDa’s milk. It had to be DaDa’s Golden Glow Juice. As DaDa fed me the golden juice from his bottle, I started to panic because it was so unexpected, and had to swallow quickly and repeatedly because it was coming fast with no end in sight. I drank non-stop for what had to be close to 30 seconds! As I burped and realized my stomach felt bloated, DaDa turned off the bed fan and pushed the covers down, so my head was uncovered. He was still wearing the “Milkman” ball cap, smiled widely, and looked very well rested as he said, · “Jimmy just drank about 16 ounces of DaDa's Golden Glow Juice. That's two fucking cups of DaDa's juice, Jimmy! It’s supplements Jimmy's milk breakfast well and is a great way to start a 3-day clensing. Be back here at 11pm tonight so Jimmy can nurse more milk and Golden Glow Juice out of DaDa’s bottle. DaDa then slid off the bed while I still laid on my side in my nursing position. DaDa went into the bathroom and closed the door to get ready for his day. I presumed that was my cue to leave, and as I got off the bed and looked at the clock on DaDa’s nightstand, I realized I would be back nursing on DaDa’s bottle in about 15 hours. The Original Style Bottle Used to Feed Jimmy: Nursing on the MIlkman's Bottle - A Much Better Bottle For Jimmy! DaDa Wears His Milkman Ball Cap Every Time Jimmy Nurses & DaDa Fills Him Up With His Milk:

Stayed at our farmhouse for the summer. And mostly alone there but safe. Woke up to deep voices laughing and then looked out the window and caught a Glance of to men, wearing shorts cut off jeans, work boots and leather caps, odd, but they were carrying an odd shaped cross into the barn. I shook that off, dad must be here. So I make my way downstairs and now it sounds like 6 men all chatting, I round the corner and there are 6 men, well 7 including my dad, all drinking coffee but only in jocks and work boots, leather hats, As I enter the room there was complete silence and all eyes on me, me only wearing a pair of whitie tighties, I shyly said morning. Even my dad stared me down. I grab a juice and saw to croissants on the table and walk up, oh chocolate. As I make direct eye contact with this hair chested hwp man with stunning Chrystal blue eyes, his smile went ear to ear and he bit his lip. I blush and quickly run upstairs. Halfway up the stairs all the men at once say, happy birthday! After my dad reminded these strangers. Suddenly half way up the stairs I am now rock hard. Thinking of that man at the table I got instant horny. I yell down the stairs, daddy I'm gonna shower then we should go to town! Dad, ok baby boy! I hear my dad whisper, he has no clue. I then get excited thinking it's a suprise party or he's gotten me the truck I want. I fling off my lil undies and jump in the shower. My cock will not go down so I start stroking it, suddenly the hotty man from Down Stairs walks in, sorry lil man I left my phone in here. And a little black bag with some... . I say, thru the Curtian, what's in the black bag, he laughs, u will find out, as he finds his phone next to tub on floor he sneaks a peak at my tight not much musly body he goes , woof. Dam boy, can I help you with that stiff cock? He opens the curtains. And his cock is out and my jaw dropped. He was 12 in and thick. Um IDK sir. Is that ok if u do? He turns the water off and lifts me out of shower, keep a secret? I lean in , yes I can. He leaned in more and said, I get to take you to town for the whole day. But first happy bday, he dropped to his knees and wrapped those lushes lips around my not average small cock And sucks me so passionate and deeply knew buckle and I whispered, oh oh I'm gonna ahhh! His deep moan vibrated my swollen ball sac. And suddenly I felt like there was another load coming. He squeezed my base of cock and sac so hard it stopped the need to cum. . Oh no save that one. And gets up and says. Meet in your room. So I walk down hallway, look outside and everyone was gone. I walk in my room, the man puts hand over my face, and he's naked, his cum slick Dick taps my boy cheeks as he pinned me to the wall. So your best friend says happy bday u slut. The guy suddenly says don't move and squeezed my arm for some reason then a sharp pain in my arm I look over as he stuck a needle in me and the stuff was red. WTF is that. He smiles, it's a blood slam of my DNA. Remember? We have been talking on bbrt. 3 x a week for 5 months. I'm Pozupbb. Wait the man in Europe. (As I remember that we only talked about sex and how he was coming to see me and seed me for my b-day. I obvioudually didn't think he would actually show!! But I know how you change your mind baby boy, now you can't, then I see my blood go into It and the ours goes into my boy arm. A second before it hit me I had a flash back of an email he sent about his doc appointment. But then I was coughing and instantly fell into our roleplay, " omg dad, did you plan me a gangbang!!" Well sort of sonny boy, it's a conversion cum dump party." As my hole opens up and my eyes wide. I said, fuck daddy fuck or ff me right now. As I said that he threw me on the ground I pulled my cheeks apart and he grabbed the j lube, I looked back and he put a rage over my face. Fuck it's soak with poppers. He spared no time. 2 sausage finger, then immediately 3, 4. He growls and doesn't believe I'm taking it so well then he says, fine, and it toKKalmost punches but then' BAM BAM! MY EARS RING THEN.. END PART1 Coming up after these messages, will mom be able to stay?

I have a fwb, Raul, who loves to watch me get fucked and breed my ass after it’s been freshly seeded. This past Sunday, we arranged a small gangbang at his apt around noon. I texted him 20 minutes beforehand that I took a load in the neighborhood and that I am on my way. That really got him excited; I am one of the few reliable bottom buddies he has. We proceeded to have a Hot 4some where he and two of my other top friends passed me around. I took five loads altogether. Then I had more fun later in the day. raul offered to host a group for me anytime. XD

P’Town is magical. Granted, all of Cape Cod is. But there’s something in the air (men’s legs) that makes P’Town special.

Story 2b: Keeping It In The Family “Are you ready for tonight?” Tom, my older step brother asked, looking up from his phone as he spoke to me from the couch, watching as I shucked off my shirt, still sweaty from the mandatory gym visit my dad demanded I go to for the last 6 months. Giving me an impressed smile, he looked up and down at my now chiseled body, appreciating the hard work I had put in. Sitting back in the office chair in our shared room, he began to grope himself through his pants, his hard cock poking through the gym shorts he was wearing as hardcore bareback porn played on his computer screen. “How was it for you,” I asked with curiosity, shucking my sweatpants off and flopping back on the bed, wearing only a loose pair of boxers. “Bro, you saw the video Uncle Dan took!” he laughed, getting up and flopping over next to me on the bed, slowly running his hand up and down my chest, “You know exactly how fucking good it was!” Smiling, I groaned as he pinched my nipple hard until I finally groaned in submission. “I don’t mean that, asshole,” I said, playfully pushing him off as I spoke, laying back on the bed again and resting my head back on arm, “I mean after… during the change…” “Well,” he said thinking for a moment, “I mean, it sucked for a few days, and the rash was a bitch, but it was so hot knowing that it took… you know?” Turning over, I slowly laid my hand on his chest, running a finger over first his right peck, and then the left, my fingers circling over the large biohazard on each one idly. “Going to be so hot knowing that in just a few hours you’ll be joining the club man,” he said, rubbing his hand over my stomach in return, “Been dying to do this for years, but Dad said he’d kick my ass if I did it before tonight.” Slowly, he leaned over, slowly kissing me as his hand drifted down under my boxer, his rough hand slowly working my hard cock. I returned the kiss, hungrily rubbing my tongue against his. A sudden knock at the door stopped us, as we both looked over, seeing my stepdad standing in the doorway. “Enough of that you two,” he said, smiling, rubbing himself as he watched us, “Save it for later.” I nodded sheepishly, pulling Tom’s hand out of my underwear in response. “Your dad says it's time. Everything is set up downstairs and everyone is waiting. You ready, son?” my stepdad Steve asked, gesturing out the door. — It had been 12 years since my Dad and Steve had met, both coming out of the closet after their equally bitter divorces. On my dad’s part, it had been my mother who had cheated first, deciding to move in with her side fling to start a new family in search of a "better" life. I hadn’t been that upset, surprisingly, as we’d never truly felt close. It was during the custody battle that she’d revealed that she’d been cheating for years, and that my dad might not actually be my real dad. Irregardless, I had told the judge I wanted to live with him and we’d made things work for a few years, just the two of us. The day Steve and I were introduced, I could only be happy for my dad, as the two seemed so close. Steve and I got along great, treating me as much as his own son as my dad did. Not long after I turned 18, I began to notice myself lusting over the two, on more than one occasion sneaking a watch through their barely open door, as the two engaged in hot, messy man sex after they thought I was asleep. I’d been secretly gay myself for years, finally coming out to my dads shortly after my step brother went off to college shortly thereafter. The two had been surprisingly open with me, answering every question I had. When the topic of protected sex had finally been broached, I was shocked at how they explained their status to me, explaining they were both positive, after countless times of playing both together and apart, never using a condom. This revelation has left me with countless more questions. At first, they’d been coy, not sharing much until one day I accidentally blurted out that I wanted to be positive as well. It was then that they sat me down and explained that they’d been expecting this for a while, as my own step brother had approached them not long prior wanting the same thing. Sitting us both down one evening, our new family tradition of sorts had been born. They’d agreed with both of us that on the night of our 21st birthdays, if we still felt like we wanted to be infected, they would make it happen. On Tom’s 21st birthday, they’d set up a conversion party, inviting all of their fuck buddies over to flood him with countless loads in an effort to make his wish happen. About a month after, Tom had come home sick from school, and once he was recovered, they took him to the clinic and he’d gotten the results he’d been looking for. They had me watch the video they’d taken of the birthday event, allowing me to decide if the same was something I wanted. Countless loads had been shot as I watched it, making me yearn to have exactly what he had. — “Hello, earth to Andrew…” Tom said, waving his hand across my face, breaking me out of my little trip down memory lane. “Huh?” I said, looking over at him and Steve, blushing as I realized they’d said something as I spaced off in my own mind. “I asked if you're coming, son?” Steve said, smiling and shaking his head, “It’s time to give you your birthday gift. Unless you're getting cold feet?” I quickly jumped up from bed, racing to the doorway in excitement. “I take it that’s a no,” Tom said, walking over to his dad before giving him a deep kiss. I felt a twinge in my pants as I watched the scene, wanting the same thing as soon as I could. I quickly ran down the stairs, nearly missing the last step in my excitement, barreling into the bare chest of my father. “Woah, there, champ,” he chuckled, catching me easily, “We got all night, calm down.” I smiled up at him, shaking with excitement. “You ready, son?” he said, gently gripping my chin pulling me into a tender kiss. I returned it, savoring it as we slowly started to make out. His beard rubbed against my face, and I moaned into the kiss. “Yeah, pig is ready to join the club,” my step dad Steve said, giving my ass a playful squeeze as he walked past, “Better get down there. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.” Slowly, my dad and I broke away, and I sheepishly followed him and Steve down to the basement, where a small crowd of men stood, each naked and playing with their cocks, each getting ready for their eventual turn on my neg ass. I looked around for a moment, seeing my cousin Jared in the corner, smiling at me. My dad quickly steered me to the center of the room, where a few cameras were aimed at the sling, empty at the moment. Stepping forward, my stepdad greeted all the men and explained the rules of the night. “All right men,” he said, grabbing my shoulder as he spoke, “Peter here has decided that he wants to bring in his 21st birthday by getting the gift that keeps on giving.” A few men chuckled at the joke. He paused for a second, letting them laugh before continuing. “As was the case with his brother Tom, family gets first crack as his neg hole. Once we all get to shoot the family seed inside him, you all will be getting a crack at his hole. Understood?” he asked, looking around. A few men nodded, and a few others smiled. “Peter here has been wanting infected for a while now, and hopefully, if we all work together tonight, he’ll get exactly what he’s asking for.” A few men chuckled again, more sinister this time, as a few others muttered things like “Yeah, fucking can’t wait” and “He’s going get pozzed real good.” Silently, I pulled my boxers off and then allowed my dad to help me into the sling, as first my arms and then my legs were locked in place. “Final chance,” my dad said, a serious look on his face as he looked down at me, “You ready?” I nodded, biting my lower lip and he spit into his hand and slowly worked it first over his cock and then my exposed hole. Slowly be brought the tip of his pierced cock to the entrance, before bending down and giving me another deep kiss. I groaned into the kiss as I felt his large member slide deep inside me, not giving me even a second to get used to it. Quickly, he broke the kiss, looking down. “Fuck yeah, such a beautiful hole,” he said, smiling, as he started to piston in and out of me, “You're going to be getting this all the time after today.” Suddenly, I looked up as a bottle of poppers was pressed to my nose, seeing my stepdad Steve smiling down at me. “Feels great, doesn’t it,” he said, still smiling as he spoke, “Huff those poppers down and take everything your dad has to give you.” I felt as my hole quickly relaxed and my dad began to roughly fuck my ass, the pain fast turning to pleasure. “Yeah, feel that, son?” he growled, not holding back and reaming my ass without abandon, “That’s the cock that created you. And now it’s going to help turn you fully into a real man.” I moaned at the hotness of the situation, trying in vain to meet each slam inside me with a flex of my still tight hole, hoping to milk every drop out of him. Around the room, men began to egg my dad on, telling him to knock me up. After several minutes of this, he finally unloaded deep inside me, denoting just the first of many loads to come. “Fuck yeah, babe,” Steve said, moving himself to beside my dad, “Unload in his pig ass and really bring him into the family.” After a few moments, he finally pulled out of my ass, letting a few drops of his trainted cum drip out onto the ground. Quickly, Steve switched spots with him and plunged deep inside me. Walking over to my head, my dad quickly forced my mouth open and he plunged his still cum and ass covered cock deep in my mouth, making me clean it off. I smiled, enjoying the taste and sheer depravity of it, hungrily slurping every drop down. “Fuck your hole feels so good,” Steve said, pounding my ass hard and fast, almost in a frenzy to add his load to the mix, “Your dad and I have seen you spying on us. Made both of us cum so fucking hard thinking about you being out cumdump. Bending that cute ass over our bed and taking turns flooding you.” I gasped as my dad’s cock was quickly pulled out of my mouth, now clean and shining with my spit, quickly replaced with my step brother Tom’s balls. Looking up at him, my view mostly obscured by his large cock, as he bent over me and started pinching and working my nipples. “Fuck bro, you look so hot taking our dad’s cocks,” Tom said, looking down and smiling at me, “After he unloads in you, I’m next.” Happily, I sucked hard and rolled his hefty balls around in my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. “Fuck yeah, gonna help infect my faggot of a son’s ass,” Steve growled, sweat dripping down his face as he continued his onslaught on my hole, “Here it fucking comes, son, no coming back!” With a loud groan, he began to shoot deep inside me, slamming hard deep inside me with each volley of cum erupting from his cock. Spent, he bent over, pushing Tom out of the way and kissing me deeply. I returned the kiss until he finally broke away. “Welcome to your new life, son,” Steve said, smiling down at me, “Now that you're one of us, I’m going to love feeding this hungry ass all the time.” With a small hiss, he pulled out of my ass and walked over to my face, presenting his drooling and cum-slicked cock to me, as I quickly went to work cleaning it off. As I went to work, I felt Tom slide into my ass and get to work. Soon after, he shot inside me as well, screaming. “Fucking take my diseased load, bro,” Tom yelled, eliciting a cheer from the other men, “Knocking you up with my virus filled DNA. Fucking take it!” Laying back, I smiled, watching as he pulled out and one of the men in the room quickly took his place, a line forming behind him. Behind the man, my cousin Jared was smiling, stroking his cock in anticipation. My dad quickly addressed the room, my stepdad Steve casually draping his arm over his shoulder, kissing his neck. “Feel free to use Pete’s hole as you see fit boys,” pulling Steve closer as he spoke, “The birthday boy needs at least a load from each of you in him tonight. The more dirty cum in him the better. Once everyone has had a turn, we’ll be making sure to pump one more load of the family cum inside him.” “Enjoy the party, boys,” Steve added, as the first of many men began to plunge deep in my ass, effectively sealing my desired fate.

The door slid open and instant overwhelm filled my senses. The music pulsed and the party raged inside, I turned back to Griff. “Where are we, Griff?” I asked. “Welcome to the vortex, Tag. You’re gonna love it. He led me into the room and as soon as we were through the door it slid shut behind us, causing me to jump at the clang it made as it fully shut. I took in the scene before me. It was a wide open warehouse space that seemed to be a pop-up club of some kind. Everyone was writing around dancing or- wait. Were they dancing? Are they naked? I could swear I saw them- “Come with me.” Griff pulled me to a room off to a side before my eyes could fully adjust to the scene before me. We were now in what appeared to be a locker room. Griff brought me to a locker in the corner, 347. He undid the lock. I recognized Tom’s clothing inside. “What’s happening? Where’s Tom?” I asked, growing concerned. “He’s out there having fun, bud. Just like we will be in a minute. There’s a dress code here.Underwear or less only.” Griff said to me. I blinked at him unbelieving. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me?” “No joke, Tag.” Griff said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the locker. He looked good. He- I shook the thought from my head. Then he held my gaze as he unzipped and took off his jeans, putting them in the locker next. He was not in a hot pink jockstrap. My eyes were transfixed by his package. “See, no joke- Underwear only.” “But- I’m not wearing anything to make me look sexy like you. Er- I mean, I’m just in plain boxer briefs.” “I got you covered, Tag. I knew you might not be aware of what went on here so I brought you these.” Griff said, holding out a black jockstrap. I felt my dick jump in my pants, what a traitor it was. I was still so confused about all of this. I thought this would just be like a college frat party or something; a keg, some girls, maybe some pot. Now I had no idea what to expect from here. Griff took my face in his hands and brought my head to his so our foreheads were touching. “Look, I know this may be out of your comfort zone but I promise you that you are going to love tonight. It’s going to open doors for you. IT’s going to change everything for all of us. Tom and I we’ve been having all kinds of new fun and I want you to be a part of it, but Tom thinks you too innocent and doesn’t want to corrupt you. Let’s show him you can handle it- That this was in you all along.” “What was in me?” I asked. Then Griff was kissing me, I was shocked for a moment, then had a moment where I considered pushging him off of me to tell him I was no fag but his kiss felt… right. So I surprised myself by giving in. By kissing him back. We kissed for a few minutes right there at the locker before we broke apart, sheepishly grinning at one another. “You’re gay?” “Fuck, who needs labels kid? If it feels good, it's for me. Are you gay?” I blushed and stammered. He was hitting close to truths I hadn’t confided in anyone yet, hadn’t even acted on yet. ”Don’t worry, Tag. Tonight is going to feel good. I got you. Whatever you are, gay bi, whatever. I love you man, always have. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do.” “Good boy.” Griff said before reaching for then pulling off my shirt, I raised my arms and let him. Then allowed him to unbutton and unzip my pants. I let them fall. He then reached out and felt my bulge in my boxer briefs. “Damn, Tag. You’re big.” I swallowed down before reaching out, with his free hand he brought my hand to his pink jock encased package. “You are too.” “Put these on, then drink this.” He instructed, pulling a bottle with some juice from the locker. “We gotta get out there. It’s gonna be a good night.” I did as I was told, the juice tasted like shit. “What is this?” I asked as I downed the mini bottle of it, he must have spiked it with booze. “It juice with a little something extra, you said you trust me, remember?” And I did. I smiled at the way he watched me put the black jockstrap on. I’d always held a secret attraction to griff and now here we were, it was like a fantasy come true. When I was done, he threw my stuff in the locker and shut it before drawing me to him for another kiss. “Let's go man, tonight begins right now” he turned me around, slapped my ass and pushed me towards the door. Out in the club I felt self-conscious in just my jockstrap and shoes but Griff took my hand and felt reassured. Taking in the scene fully now I noted there seemed to be no women here, only men. They were all dressed in underwear or fully naked. Some did move in syncopation with the music, dancing. However, some also gyrated against each other sexually, making out aggressively or rubbing hard cocks. My eyes bulged looking over and seeing a guy on his knees servicing an older gentleman in leather who gave me a nod when he caught my stare. In another corner in a sling a blindfolded and harnessed guy was taking a cock up his ass while also sucking off a second man. I looked at Griff, then smiled. “This place is insane.” “Right?! We’re like kids in a candy store. Let’s dance.” And Griff pulled me into the mad crush of bodies. There were probably about 35 people in total. As we danced, we made out. Our tongues clashed and my hands found purchase on Griff’s toned body. He ran his hand along my side before bringing them to rest on my ass and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. He whispered in my ear “Tonight, you’re mine. And whoever else you want. But I need to have you, okay?” I could feel a warmth spreading in me and just kissed him more. This was more than I could have wished for and it was happening! Like some fucked up, kinky version of Cinderella where a black jockstrap subbed in for a glass slipper. The warmth I was feeling made me hornier than I had ever felt and I wondered what had been in the juice Griff had given me, but I also didn’t care. I slipped my hand down the front of Griff’s pink jockstrap. He broke from our kiss and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Someone’s eager!” And wasn’t I just that. I wanted him. His cock pulsed against my hand and I rubbed my palm along it before wrapping my hand around its length. “I need it, Griff.” I yelled in his ear over the thrum of music. “I know baby boy, all in good time.” Then a hand landed on his shoulder and spun him away from me, pulling my hand out of his pouch. I whimpered but let him go. When I realized who had spun him around, alarm bells rang out in my hazy mind. Tom. Shit. “Griff, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. I got distracted by a sexy hole. What have you been up to?” My big brother, Tom, asked Griff. Griff, ever the diplomat, seized control of the situation and feigning dance spun Tom around so now Tom’s back was to me. They gyrated against each other a few feet away and continued a conversation I couldn’t really hear. I knew I was fucked if Tom saw me, and not in the way I wanted to be. He’d probably kick me out, make me wait in the car or something. Why couldn’t he see me the way I saw him? Over Tom’s shoulder Griff signaled to me to go away “I’ll find you.” he mouthed. “Have some fun”. So I did. Feeling warm and horny I ventured off into the club on my own. END OF PART 2 What trouble will Tag up to on his own? Find out in Part 3- coming soon!

You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

I have been taken to bathhouses and bookstores by dom guys (sometimes high) and had them make all my decisions: who would use me, which holes, where, who watched, etc. Usually end up with some thrown in humiliation in those public places by making me do something like lick up the cummy floor. Other than that, I was also once fucked by a guy I met online at his place. I had been instructed to blindfold myself outside his door before knocking so I never actually saw his face. After we fucked he left me laying blindfolded in his bed for a while. When he returned he told me had taken pics of me, posted them online, and invited guys to come fuck me. 3 people ended up coming and fucking.

My name is Justin. I am 5’10 155 have a six pack and bubble butt and a nice 8” dick, I am straight and have a girlfriend, but I have always been fascinated with giving oral and have watch lots of videos of gay guys giving oral to a straight guy. My girl got me started since she brought a bi film that started two college guy and one chick. I started watching my straight guys getting head from gay guys online and it would make me blow a huge load. One of the scenes was shot in a bathroom though a glory hole. I had never though much when I used a public rest room but after watching the video, I would check out the room and see if they had glory holes in the walls but the bathrooms I visited did not. That was until I cut through the park and checked out that bathroom, Bingo there was a glory hole between the stalls. I got in the stall and sat on the toilet waited and about three minutes later I heard footsteps and then the stall next me the door opened. My heart was racing as I heard the door lock and then the guy sat down and tapped his foot. I did not know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I tapped mine and he moved his foot closer and tapped again and I did the same. Then the guy stood up and slide his big dick through the glory hole, it had to be 9 inches and uncut. I had not come to suck dick, but this big dick was beautiful, so I grabbed it and jacked it a little and watched the foreskin got over his big fat head and the cum starting on his piss slit. The guy gruffly said suck my dick fag. I was no fag, but I followed his instruction and put my mouth on tongue on his beautiful dick and sucked as much as I could but after a few minutes he pulled out and then slipped a brown bottom through and told me to inhale. I uncapped it and took several inhales and then capped it and slide it back trough and his dick slide back through. Now I suddenly was a great or a better cock sucked and took his dick down my throat and gagged on it and sucked and jacked him and after ten minutes he hit the wall and I did not know what that meant but I soon found out it meant he was going to cum and he shot rope after rope in my throat and then slowly pulled out and when his head was almost all the way through he told me to clean up his foreskin and I slide my tongue inside and cleaned his dick head clean of the cum and he pulled out and zipped up and said fag, be here tomorrow at the same time. I sat there wondering how that fucking happened, I had come to get my dick sucked by a fag but here I was impersonating one myself. My dick was still rock hard, and I really needed to get off and I started to jack off and I heard the door to the stall. The same tap of the foot but this time the guy put his fingers to the hole, and I instinctively knew that he wanted me to slip my 8” though the glory hole. I did and he swallowed me and sucked my rock-hard dick and five minutes later I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it and sucked my dick trying to get more. I pulled out and zipped up and left without saying a word. It was hot and I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no intention on going back there tomorrow when I headed home to my girl, and I had convinced myself that I would never suck a dude off again but, in my dreams, I was giving two big, dicked guy’s head and I woke up in the morning with dick on my mind. I tried to fight it, but I wound up back at the park ten minutes before the time I was yesterday sitting in the stall waiting for that hot guy to come in. I hard footsteps and then the door latch and the guy pulled down his shorts and dangled his dick at the hole. It was not the same guy and I really wanted him to leave but felt like I had to suck his dick and blow him so the stall would be free for the hot guy. I tapped the hole like the other guy’s dick, and he slide his now hard dick through the hole. It was not huge 7 inches, but fat and I licked and sucked on his dick for five minutes and then the guy shot his load in my mouth, and he quickly pulled out of the hole and pulled up his shorts and left. The door opened and another guy came in. This seemed like my guy, he said fag it looks like you have already swallowed at least one load today. You better suck my dick better then last time you dirty little fag. I cleared my throat and said I will do better, and I am ready. He unzipped and his dick half hard was slipped through the hole, and I began to suck him, and I could tell he liked it, he was moaning. He pulled out just like last time and slipped the poppers through and I hit them and handed them back and he slide his big dick back through and I sucked and licked and made love to his dick until he shot his load in my throat again. He made me clean him again and then he said, good fag. I sent the first guy in here that you sucked and there are two more guys needing head. You will service them and be a good cock sucking fag and be here on Thursday at the same time. Do you understand Fag? I said, yes, I understand. He then zipped up and a 20 second later the door opened and in walked a guy and he unzipped and unbuckled and slide his dick through. The guy had a fat 7 or 7 ½ in dick that he slides through. I sucked his dick and he shot quick. It only took four minutes for him to shoot a huge load on my tongue. The guy had said nothing up to this point, but he pulled his dick out and said swallow my fucking load. I did and he left and 30 seconds later another guy came in and as I peeked through the hole, he was tall and skinny and once he hung his skateboard on the stall wall, I knew he was a young guy. He fished out his big dick and slide it through the hole and the kid had a to have 10” as I sucked him hard it was a hot cut dick average thickness. I sucked him for awhile and then he told me it was his turn. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and he just jacked it and then told me to turn around. I was confused and then he said fucking turn around and show me your ass. I pulled out and turned around and showed him my ass and he reached through and said spread your checks and I did, and he spit on his finger and rubbed my hole with his index finger and then pulled me to the hole grabbing my right check. Once there he started licking my ass hole and I could not believe how amazing his tongue felt and then after a few minutes he slide his finger inside me, and bolts of excitement went through my body as he fingered me and then he slides in another. My dick was rock hard and moments later he slides his dick slowly into me as he said don’t fucking move. I knew I should not be letting him do this to me, but I was paralyzed in the pleasure and pain. He fucked me for ten minutes and then I heard hem moan and grunt and knew he was Cumming inside me. He left his dick in me and slowly pulled out and told me to turn around and clean him up. I sucked on his dick and cleaned the cum and ass off his dick and he told me what a good fag I was, and he would breed me soon. What the fuck I though, this should never happen again as I sat waiting for a cock sucker to swallow my load and it was not long before a young dude wondered in, and I was soon shoot my load down his throat. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had become. I had swallowed three loads, sucked four dick and taken a load in my ass. I am not this guy. I knew I had to days to get right, and I promised myself I would.

here it is [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breed-bathhouse/

*****GETTING ACQUAINTED***** We met on the Net, and I meet lots of guys online; but this Kid was different. I am a Gifter, and he was a Chaser if there ever was one. I've POZZED a few guys in my time, but he was 25. I kept asking, "Are you sure? Are you ready for the BUG?" "Yes," Simon said. He'd barebacked long enough to know that he never wanted latex up his Ass again, although his odds of getting POZZED were excellent. After a month of chatter back-and-forth, I figured Simon genuinely wanted to convert. It was just a matter of who, when, and where. I suggested he cum to one of our bareback parties. It was Saturday night, and I hoped to do the weekend with him: a one-on-one on Thursday followed by an invitation-only POZZING party Friday. **********THURSDAY********** I was delighted to find the Boy exactly as advertised—a Twink at 25, if a very determined one. We couldn't wait to get to the motel and let our hair down. As soon as the door closed behind us, we passionately embraced, kissing and feeling each other up. He wanted to clean up; and by the time he got out of the shower, I lay naked on the bed. He took every opportunity to tease my Manhood, knowing full well how desperately I wanted to blow my Load up his NEG Mancunt. I'd left Lube in the bathroom; but despite all the grease, he was very tight. I just let the weight of my body push my Shaft into that Bubble Butt, till my Balls rested firmly against his Ass Crack. I wanted him to get used to me before I bred his Ass. I pulled him to his knees, doggie-style, and was able to get in a little deeper, enough to make him gasp. Then I began slow, rhythmic strokes, my hands on his hips, hugging him, holding on tight. My Balls started tingling so I lit into him—long deep strokes—all the way in—then out again. "Fuck me! Knock me up! POZ my Hole! Give me your Babies!" All of which made me want to fuck the shit out of the little Cunt. I told him I was gonna cum—the moment he'd been waiting for—Conversion! And when I shot: "Remember this, and cherish it!" Poison Jizz spurted up his Bubble Butt. He began to jack, and would have shot; but I told him to cut the shit and take his POZZING like a Man. I kept working my Toxic Seed up his sore NEG Butt, trying every trick in the book to make him one of us. Finally I let him roll over so we could kiss. He was incredibly passionate and appreciative of my Dirty Seed. It didn't take much to get me stiff again, and soon we were fucking missionary style. He wrapped his long, smooth legs around my hips and dug his callused heels into my Butt, forcing me in deeper. After that second Fuck, we lay there cuddling. He ran his fingers through my hair and thanked me profusely, calling me Daddy—not so much a reference to the difference in our ages—as to the very real possibility that I was now the Father of his Babies. I felt his stiff Cock against my tummy, and knew he had to get off lest he burst. "OK, Boy, I want that last NEG Load of yours." I slipped down and engulfed his Cockhead between my lips, his Piss Slit oozing profusely. I licked it off, willowy cobwebs of Boy Spooge connecting him and me. Then down on him again till his overstimulated Rod began to pulse. That night, while we were cuddling, I rolled him on his side and slid back in, We fell asleep like that, my Cock marinating in my own Dirty Seed, while traces of his youthful Jizz still steeped deep within in the periodontal cavities of my teeth and gums. **********F R I D A Y********** I’d asked ten POZ Tops to join us, knowing full well not all would attend. I'd also invited a Bottom, so there'd be a ready source of Fuck Meat at all times. The Kid was the only NEG attending. At the appointed hour they began to show, and each was introduced to Simon. I explained that the party was on his behalf, and admission was contingent upon depositing at least one POZ Load up the Twink's Ass. No one objected. They were a varied lot. The two Blacks were real hunks. The whites included a bear like myself, a swishy Fag whom you'd never suspect of being a Top, and one old Troll. With me that made six Tops, plus my Bottom friend, and my Boy. The two Blacks started with the Kid while I fucked my Bottom Bud. The others followed my lead and took on the Bottom. I'd already put a Load up his Ass, so each of them slid home on my virility. Everything was copacetic until the Blacks decided to double dick the Kid. I knew the Boy had never taken two Cocks at once. He'd had a Dick and a Dildo in him once, or so he said; but that's as far as he had gone. One of the Dudes got him to sit on his Dick, then very astutely pulled him down, chest-to-chest, to kiss him, thus exposing his Mancunt. The second Black got in between their legs and maneuvered his big Dick in next to his Pal's. The Black underneath held the Kid tight, smothering his laments with kisses. The two black Dicks were mashed together in Whitey's tiny Cunt, two sets of POZ Cocks in one NEG Pussy, united by stringy ropes of slimey Ass Juice and POZ Seed. After that, the party became a fucking free-for-all. I went out for a smoke; and when I returned, I was pleased to see the Youth was screwing one of the Blacks (payback time) who, in turn, was fucking my Bottom Bud. We lost track of how many Loads he took that night, but I doubted any Dude could take that much POZ Cum and still remain NEG. **********SATURDAY********** We slept late and opted to order breakfast in, as Simon said there was no way he was going out in public with Cum still dripping from his Ass. That afternoon we went swimming in the motel pool. The cool water and the sun's warm rays seemed to reinvigorate us both, or so I thought; but afterwards we napped till party time. We arrived early to give our Host some quality time with Target One. We strapped him in the Sling; he rimmed his Ass, spit on his Dick, and screwed the shit out of the Kid. A few more guests arrived, and when our Host pulled out, a blob of POZ Cum plopped on the floor, to the onlookers' delight. A former Marine with a beer-can Cock approached the Kid, and soon the chains were rattling again. I had one of my Buds bent over the fuck table when I glanced over at the Sling and saw the pained expression on Simon's face. One of our associates is a Daddy hung like a horse. After the Marine, the Daddy quickly rammed it home. Thing is—Daddy's Tool is immense, curving upwards at the head. Though the guy is wont to plow in hard and sock it to his mates, it takes him forever to get it off. I felt sorry for the Kid. We've all heard the fucking sound of two sweaty bodies, flesh-on-flesh; but there it grew so loud everyone stopped in their tracks to stare. I nudged my way past the voyeurs to take a closer look. Inspired by the exuberance with which Daddy had used the Youth, the partygoers’ mood turned ominous, with catcalls to "Breed the Kid!" The Maestro finished and pulled out, leaving the Youngster twisting in the wind. Simon was wiped; his head was limp. I had to get him out of there before the other vultures got to him. I helped him over to the couch and gave him a roll of toilet paper with which to wipe himself. To my chagrin, when I turned around, he was back in the Sling again—another compatriot up his Ass. I had to hand it to the Kid—he had more Balls than Common Sense. A line had formed, and he took us all on. Never one to cast aspersions upon the joys of bareback sex, I joined the foray. The Queen ahead of me wasn't nearly big enough to fill the Boy's slack Cunt. But he pulled his Dick out, awash in Spooge, and jacked—and as he shot—he plunged back in and bathed the gutsy Youth in yet another Load of Poison Jizz. I inserted my Rod very gently in the Boy, his pulverized Pussy now leaking Crimson Spooge. I shifted to-and-fro to slosh around in the oceans of the Manseed, and knew I, too, could never cum in that cavernous morass. So I borrowed the trick the Queen had used—and jacked—till I added my Manseed to the potent Sperm Bank incubating in the Youth. Last of all, Big Daddy's Partner still hadn't had a chance. Though not nearly as endowed as his older Mate, he had a reputation for fucking Ass and fucking well. Meanwhile a toothless Old Troll bent over the Sling to suck the Youth. Overcome by the irresistible two-pronged assault, the Boy's Ass tightened up. Big Daddy's Lover suddenly found himself engulfed in a much tauter Hole. The Kid blew his Load in the toothless old Troll's mouth at the same time Daddy's Lover shot up his Ass. The Top pulled out, his PA dripping the prettiest pink Spunk. The afterbirth excited one Sick Pup, who used his syphilised lips to soothe the Youngster's pummeled Ass. That drove Simon insane! By then the party was winding down. Again I helped the Twink over to the couch. Disheveled hair, awash with sweat, swollen Ass Lips oozing speckled Cum, gobs of Spooge peppering his legs—he was a mess. I got the Boy a Coke to drink and he gulped it down, though I cautioned him to take it slow. He had to piss, and prolonged his stay—shitting God knows what—annoying those who wanted in the tiny downstairs john. Twice I had to check on him to make sure he was okay. The rest of the guys were showering and cleaning up, putting on their clothes and saying good-byes, with the usual exchange of hastily jotted names and numbers that would likely never see the light of day. We'd been among the first to arrive, and were the last to leave. Finally I got the Kid cleaned up enough to put on his clothes. By the time we got back to the motel, a mere 10 minutes away, his shorts were soaked again. I told him unless he douched (and we hadn't cum equipped for that) the Spooge would likely drip all night. As we climbed into bed my Dick sprang to life; but I knew the Kid couldn't take anymore, so I let him cuddle up against me—and like so, we fell asleep.

Quinn I belong to Jason now. I'm not sure what that mean but I know I'm scared. I've spent these month's fighting how I feel about Jason, not knowing if he was straight or gay or even if he was gay if he'd like me that way. He's always treated my like a little brother or a son. Always taking care of me and watching out for me. I've felt so secure when around him. I've been so lonely all my life. My mother was never really there for me. Of course she fed me, gave me a place to stay but that was only so that she could sell me for someone else's pleasure. She never cared what they did to me as long as no permanent marks where left and that they used a condom. I was a as much a meal ticket <or drug ticket depending on how you look at it> for her as she used to be for me. I've always been so frightened of being sick. Whenever I got sick I had to deal with her. "You made sure they used a condom. You made sure to only use the condoms your brought, you didn't take your off of them so they could tear it did you." Questions and accusations and then the trips to the Dr's with her telling them that I let some strange man have his way with me and need medication so not to get sick. She would so embarrass and humiliate me. And the looks from the Dr.'s and nurse's ranging from pity to disgust. Being sick was always so traumatic even if was just a cold and I shudder at the thought of the times I got the flu. Now here I am, my legs wrapped around a man I've come to love and he's probably infected me with hiv. He's pumped three loads into me, which he's admitted, are full of the virus. I'm scared but he says he'll take care of me. Of course I've heard all that before. "John's" away's say that, its part of their fantasy. You learn quick to understand that what men say before, during and right after sex are only things they feel you want to hear. They never mean them. But Jason is different, Oh god I hope he's different. I feel like I've been lost, and then found and then lost again. I have no clue which end is up. I know I love him but does he really feel that way about me. I'm just the son of the local whore. I've been told countless times I'll never amount to anything. The only person that hasn't told me that has his body curled around me with this dick twitching toxic cum into my ass. I don't know what to do so I just lay there and I feel the hot tears rolling down my face. I don't even know if their tears of joy, fear or what I just let them come and try not to think about it any more. "Hey baby" Jason's voice is in my ear, "how about we take a shower, get ourselves all cleaned up and head back to bed. We can sort this all out in the morning ok love?" He just said he loved me. No he didn't he just called me love I tell myself, its just a term that men use to make you feel better, its just something they say. I can't afford to hope yet, its to soon after sex to believe it might mean something. Jason stands up and pulls out of me "OH" it hurts a little and when we both look down we can both see there a bit of blood, not a lot but its enough for things to sink in again. But I'm to tired to panic I just let the tears roll down my face and resign myself to fate. "Come here baby, its going to be ok, I promise." Jason take my face into his hands and gently pulls me off the counter and then leans over and starts to kiss my tears. I close my eyes and lean into them taking comfort in the here and now. He puts his an arm around me and pulls me towards a huge shower, its even got a bench across from where the shower sprays out. I'm pulled into the shower and he sets me on the bench as he turns and starts the water. He fiddles with the nobs for a few seconds getting the temperature just right and then hits the lever for the spray. The showers so big that the spray only hits my feet and I just watch it sprinkle my toes as I wiggle them a little. He turns back to me and kneels in front of me. The water is splattering across is back and over his shoulders making tiny streams and rivulets across his chest. His hand reaches out and he pulls my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Baby I know what others have said to you and I think I now what your thinking but I am NOT like those other people. When I say I'll take care of you I mean it. When I said we needed to get this sorted out in the morning what I meant to say we need to go get your stuff and move you in." I can't believe what I'm hearing and I can't help it, I can't contain it any longer, and I feel hope and, oh my god, happiness filling my chest. The smile on my face obviously confirms to Jason that he knew what was going on in my mind. He smiles back at me and stands up pulling me with him and turns me around so that I'm now the one under the water. He pulls me into a huge hug with one arm while turning the shower head down with the other so that I'm not going to drown in the spray. I lean my head back and look up at him. "Jason I think I've in love with you." I can't help but say in a whisper. "Yeah your just saying that so I'll give you a place to stay" but he winks at me letting me know that its just a joke and then he leans forward and kissing my forehead. He whispers back to me "Baby I know I'm in love with you". He reaches over my head and grabs the shampoo, stepping back a little he pours some into his hand. I reach for the bottle and he pulls it away. "Ahh ahh ah, I get to do this." He rubs the shampoo between his hands and then running his fingers through my hair with just enough force to tilt my head back he starts to massage and wash my hair. This man is so amazing I can't help but think to myself. He takes his time and rubs the lather down my around my shoulders and across my chest. Its so intimate and so sensual that I can't help but start to get hard again. I've just cum three times in less then an hour there's no way I can do four but it just feels so good and so right I can't help it. He slides on hand to the middle of my lower back and with this other hand he tilts my head back and my body with it and rises my hair, just as the last of the suds is being washed away he leans forward and cover's my lips with his own. I let me hands come up around his waist and kiss him back, my erection raises up to slide under his balls. "Hmm baby I'd love to do something with that but I think we're both a bit strung out for a round four." He grins at me and I just nod in agreement I really am to tired and overwhelmed at the moment but it sure feels good. He grabs the bar of soap and starts to wash his own chest. I use my fingers to make little design's across his chest in the lather. His chest is so smooth and its funny he's got like 5 hairs around one nipple but none anywhere else. I'm taking it all in this one moment to remember since I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow. But for right now I'm happy and I just want to live and enjoy this moment in a shower with a man that I love and says that he loves me back. He turns us around so that he's under the water and turns his back to me to me rinsing his chest off. I put my arms around him and lean into his back. I plant little kisses between his shoulder blades and my erection peaks though his thighs. Jason squeezes them together making me gasp. He finishes rinsing and turns the shower off. He slides the shower door open and grabs the towels off the rack and tosses one over his shoulder while take the other one and rubbing my chest with it. I take it from him. "This I can do" I can't help but grin a little bit. "OH fine" is his response sounding so dejected it makes me giggle. He steps out of the shower and I follow him into the bedroom. He starts to climb into bed and I head for the couch. "AHEM! Where are you going? You hungry or something" "I was just headed back to bed my bed." "YOUR bed, actually let me correct that OUR bed is right here, unless you'd rather sleep alone? I was kind of hoping that you'd actually want to be with me not just live with me. If you'd prefer to think about it first that's fine. Your don't have to and my offer still stands. You can stay here and I'll take care of you till you get through school and figure out what you want to do and I'll do what ever you need to get your life organized but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd rather your plans included me." I can't help myself I'm feeling just a tad ornery suddenly and I look at him and say kind of dead pan "No I really don't need to think about it" and I walk to the door. "Some more Cesar salad before I get into OUR bed would be perfect." "SNAP!" as his towel strikes my butt. Damn the man can move fast good thing I had my towel wrapped around me. "You'll pay for that" he grins "Promise" I grin back "Yep" and then I'm running for the kitchen with a mad man right behind me.