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Yesterday I was needing cock and cum bad. So I went to my usual spots Grindr, bbrts, looking for some men to flood my hole. I found a guy on Grindr 5’ 8” 190lbs of muscle and a nice 8” cock with a curve to the left. I was at work when we started talking but made plans to meet afterwards which he didn’t mind since he wanted to fuck me after he went to the gym. He got to my place around 5:30 in a tank top and a tent in his gym shorts. We made out as he guided me to the couch and pushed my head to his musty crotch. I only got to blow him a few minutes before he pulled me up and positioned me on the couch and rammed his cock inside me. It was a little painful but luckily I loosened and lubed a bit before he got there. After about 5 minutes he says he’s cumming but he doesn’t stop fucking. About another 10-15 minutes goes by and again he says he’s cumming and he repeated the process 4 times. He had said the gym made him super horny and clearly wasn’t lying lol. After his 5th load he finally started to get soft and slid out my super wet hole, each load was clearly a decent size cuz it started dripping down my leg as I led him out. All in all it was just what I was needing a hot guy, multiple loads and all in about an hour’s worth of time

Jason’s thumb swiped absently across the screen of his phone, the glow of the hookup app casting a faint blue light on his face. It was a Friday night, and the apartment was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Jimmy, his roommate, was out—something about a late shift at the bar—leaving Jason to his own devices. He scrolled through profiles, his eyes glazing over the usual array of gym selfies and vague bios. Then, a face caught his attention. Dan. Early 30s, clean-cut, with a smile that hinted at something wilder beneath the surface. Jason’s pulse quickened as he read the bio: “Bareback only. Love taking cum. No strings, just fun.” Perfect. He swiped right without hesitation, his heart pounding with anticipation. The match was instant, and Jason’s fingers flew across the screen as he typed out a message. “Hey, you free tonight? I’m hosting.” The response came within seconds, a simple “On my way” that sent a jolt of excitement through him. Jason set his phone down, standing up to pace the living room. The apartment was a mess—clothes strewn across the couch, dishes in the sink—but he didn’t care. This wasn’t about impressing Dan; it was about what was about to happen. The buzzer rang, and Jason’s breath hitched. He smoothed his hair, took a deep breath, and pressed the intercom. “Third floor,” he said, his voice steady despite the thrill coursing through him. Moments later, the door opened, and Dan stepped inside. He was even better in person—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and eyes that locked onto Jason’s with an intensity that made his stomach flip. “Hey,” Dan said, his voice low and smooth. “You must be Jason.” “Yeah, come on in.” Jason stepped aside, gesturing for Dan to enter. The apartment felt smaller with Dan in it, the air charged with unspoken desire. “Want a drink or something?” Dan shook his head, his gaze roaming over Jason’s body. “Let’s skip the small talk. I’m here for one thing.” Jason smirked, feeling a surge of dominance. “Follow me.” He led Dan down the narrow hallway to his bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the city lights. Jason turned to face Dan, his heart racing as he took in the man before him. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with desire. Dan’s lips curled into a smirk as he began to undress, his movements deliberate and confident. His shirt came off first, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Jason’s eyes trailed down, taking in the defined abs and the faint trail of hair leading downward. Dan’s jeans followed, pooling at his feet, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Jason’s breath quickened as he stepped closer, his hands itching to touch. “You too,” Dan said, his voice husky. Jason obeyed, peeling off his own shirt and jeans, revealing the biohazard tattoo on his hip—a reminder of his love for risk. Dan’s eyes widened, his gaze lingering on the ink before meeting Jason’s eyes again. Jason made a mental note of his interest. Jason shivered at the touch, his desire spiking. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. Dan complied, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs slightly, his boxers tented with anticipation. Jason’s eyes darkened as he approached, his hands moving to grip Dan’s hips. He growled, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s stomach. Dan let out a soft groan, his hands tangling in Jason’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Do what you want with me,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he trailed kisses down Dan’s body, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Dan’s breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as Jason’s mouth hovered over his cock. But Jason had other plans. He pressed a kiss to Dan’s thigh before moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of Dan’s ass. “Fuck,” Dan gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as Jason’s mouth made contact with his hole. Jason took his time, his tongue circling, probing, savoring the taste of Dan’s skin. He moaned against the tight entrance, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he deepened the contact, his tongue pushing inside. Dan’s body trembled, his cock leaking pre-cum as he surrendered to the pleasure. “Jason… fuck me,” Dan pleaded, his voice desperate. Jason pulled away, his eyes locking onto Dan’s as he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He coated his fingers, his gaze never leaving Dan’s as he pressed a digit inside, prepping him slowly. Dan’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body tightening around Jason’s finger as he added a second, stretching him further. He tossed Dan a bottle of poppers and Dan huffed. “Ready for me?” Jason asked, his voice thick with desire. Dan nodded, his eyes glazed with need. “Fuck me. Bareback. Just like you wanted.” Jason’s cock twitched at the words, his hand wrapping around it as he positioned himself at Dan’s entrance. He thrust forward, sinking into the tight heat with a groan, his eyes rolling back at the sensation. Dan’s body clenched around him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as Jason began to move, his hips snapping in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Jason growled, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pounded into him. Dan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, his cock throbbing between them as Jason fucked him with relentless intensity. Jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to Dan’s shoulder as he changed angles, hitting a spot deep inside that had Dan crying out. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he fucked Dan with abandon. As they moved, the missionary position allowing their bodies to press together, a sound from the living room made them pause. Jason froze, his heart pounding as he listened to the faint noise of the front door opening. “What was that?” Dan asked, his voice tight with tension. Jason smirked, his hand tangling in Dan’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Just my roommate Jimmy getting home. Don’t worry, he won’t interrupt us.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body relaxing as Jason resumed his thrusts. The knowledge that they were being watched—or could be—only added to the thrill. Jason’s hips snapped harder, his cock throbbing as he felt his release building. “I’m close,” Dan gasped, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he stroked himself in time with Jason’s thrusts. "Me too," said Jason. Then he stared deep into Dan's eyes and let pulses of cum loose deep in Dan's cunt. “Cum for me,” Jason commanded, his voice hoarse with need. “Fill your hand with your cum while I’m still inside you.” Dan’s body tensed, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he obeyed, his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum spilling over his hand. Jason’s eyes darkened, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep, his cock twitching as he filled Dan with his seed. “Fuck,” Jason groaned, his forehead pressing against Dan’s as he rode out his orgasm. They lay there for a moment, their breaths syncing as they came down from the high. Jason pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from Dan’s body with a wet sound. Dan let out a soft sigh, his hand still gripping his spent cock as he looked up at Jason with a satisfied smile. “That was… incredible,” Dan murmured, his voice laced with awe. Jason smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s lips. “Glad you enjoyed it.” They dressed in silence, the tension between them still palpable as they made their way to the kitchen. Jimmy was there, lounging shirtless on a stool, his eyes narrowing as he took in Dan’s disheveled appearance. “Hey,” Jason said, his voice casual as he introduced them. “Jimmy, this is Dan. Dan, Jimmy.” Jimmy’s gaze lingered on Dan, his lips curling into a smirk. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his tone laced with underlying intent. Dan nodded, his eyes flicking between Jason and Jimmy as he sensed the unspoken dynamic between them. “Likewise,” he replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. Jason stepped closer to Jimmy, his hand resting on his roommate’s shoulder in a silent claim. “Dan was just leaving,” he said, his voice firm. Dan nodded, his eyes meeting Jason’s for a brief moment before he turned to leave. The door closed behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Jimmy turned to Jason, his smirk widening. “He’s a looker. PrEP slut?” Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his voice low. “For now. I think he could be our next project.” Jimmy’s eyes darkened, his hand reaching out to grip Jason’s hip. “Now you’re talking,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise.

Tag would remember the night that had just transpired for the rest of his life. Every part of him was still buzzing as he smiled at Tom in the drivers seat. “Are we really doing this?” ”Absolutely. You and me forever. That’s what I want.” Tom reached his hand to Tag and Tag took it. TEN HOURS EARLIER: The four men stumbled into Colin’s impressive bachelor pad as he opened the door. All of them in good spirits and all of them anxiously anticipating the night of debauchery to come. Colin led them to the living room which was already set up with a sling in case he got lucky that evening. Just how lucky he would get, even he hadn’t known. He went to the safe and got out the favors and watched as the boys eyed them like kios in a candy shoppe. He chuckled. “Make yourselves at home, I’m going to prepare the drinks for us” He said shaking a bottle of G and disappearing into the kitchen. The three younger set about tasks. Well, Griff and Tom did. Griff started packing the bong with T and Griff set about prepping rigs. Meanwhile Tag looked on in overwhelm, quite sure he was In over his head but eager to become even more entangled and to fully commit to this. To them. Tom caught his eye and gave him a small reassuring nod and a smile and mouthed “I love you” and Tag felt butterflies. Everything that he’d experienced in the car with Tom had shifted the axis of his world. One moment they were having a fun night of experimenting, the next they were making commitments to each other and planning a way to be together. It was all he wanted now. Griff’s voice calling his name brought him back to reality. He was being signaled to join griff on the couch. Once there, Griff lit up the bong and smoked then shot gunned Tag before handing the bong to him. After a few back and forth this was they were buzzing and Tom, having completed the slam preps joined in each time the shotgunning grew into making out and groping between the three of them a little more. Tags head was swimming and he was so turned on he didn’t hear Colin reenter the room until the older man slipped his arms around him and drew him flush against his front. “You having fun” he whispered in Tag’s ear and Tag just looked back at him smiling in acknowledgement before becoming trapped in Colin’s kiss. Colin’s hand found it’s way down the back of Tags waistband and directly to Tags still greased hole, fingers plunging in. “Mmmm. Your cunt is nice and ready, huh boy?” ”oh yes!” Tag demurred before Colin’s finger pulled abruptly out leaving tag whimpering until Colin put an end to the noise by bringing the fingers to Tag’s mouth to suck. The other two boys were loving this show as they felt themselves and each other, blew some clouds and took in every moment. “Time for a toast” Colin said removing his fingers from Tags mouth and gesturing to the four cups of G laced juice. “To corrupting young tag, to reunions and beginnings” Colin toasted giving a meaningful look Griffs way. They all quickly drank down the bitter liquid followed by chasers. “Let’s get more comfortable” Tom suggested stripping down to his underwear. The others all followed suit. They sat around chatting, blowing clouds and shooting the shit as the g kicked in and Tag thought. “If this is what it means to be a Pig, I want to be one forever” end of part 6 part 7 to come very shortly

Two hours after the boys left the room to get some rest, Andy was still jerking off to the porn and fingering his hole. He couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to. He felt like he was in heat and even though he had not wanted the 3 men to violate him, he missed their touch, their mouths, and their big dicks. He felt so empty without anyone inside of him. He just continued to dial into the porn playing. It finally dawned on him that the amateur porn playing was of the 3 men smashing twinks like him. The thought of it just made his hole tighten and his balls tingle. Klein came into the room in a quiet manner. Andy caught him in his gaze and stared at him longingly. Klein walked up to the teen’s ear K: I can set you free if you want. But you have to follow me and do exactly what I tell you to. Do you understand? Andy was just coherent enough to understand what he was saying; even if it sounded warped to his fucked up mind. He still understood and nodded. A: … free … K: yeah, free little bro. but we have to do it now while the others are busy. Okay? Andy nodded in agreement. Klein undid the restraints and let the twink loose. K: okay now we have to sneak into the kitchen so we can get to my van in the garage. Okay? Cool, let’s go Andy hand went to his hard dick and tried to cover it up. K: Don’t worry about that. There is no time to get your clothes. We got to go now! Klein grabbed the twink by the hand and started maneuvering through the hallway. They made it through the kitchen. Klein quietly opened the kitchen door to the garage and they both went through. Andy stared and tried to focus, still in the mental fog. They stood beside white van with blacked out windows. Klein opened the back door of the van and pushed the twink inside. There was a plaid blanket all sprawled out. It felt soft against the teen’s soft body. K: okay. Stay back here while I drive us to safety, okay? There is cooler in there with you. Feel free to drink anything. You must be thirsty after all of that. Klein shut the van doors. Luckily there were faint lights decorating the inside of the van so Andy could see a little. He found the cooler and picked out a Gatorade. Not paying any attention to the broken seal top, Andy began to drink it down. He laid on the blanket and didn’t even realize he was drinking with one hand and jerking off with another. Klein jumped into the driver seat and laughed to himself. Oh he’s thirsty alright. Thirsty for more dick. Klein hit the garage door opener and drove out onto the street. He drove around without any mention as to where they were going. Not that Andy even thought to ask in his drug induced mental fog. He just knew he was being rescued from the bad guys. Rescued like a damsel in distress. They drove for a short time. Andy had no idea of time right now, so he couldn’t tell how long they had been driving. Klein pulls in somewhere. It’s hard to see anything out of the windows. All the twink knows is that they have stopped. He hears a garage door closing. Klein opened the back door of the van and helps Andy out. He hands Andy a pair of underwear. K: okay put these on. It was the only things I could grab before we left. Andy did as he was instructed. The chems in his system kept him from fully realizing he had just put on a jockstrap. The jockstrap barely contained his erect cock. His head peaked up at the top. K: And these. Klein handed him a pair of grey sweatpants to go over. Andy put them on without protest. K: sorry no top. But that’s okay. You’ll have all the tops you can handle. Yeah, I can tell the Gatorade is hitting you good. But we have to hurry. Follow me. Klein grabbed the teen who was still trying to process what was just said to him. It’s like he knew the sounds but not the words. They went through a door that led them into a kitchen and then a living room. They went down some stairs into a basement. When they came in, every man in the room darted their attention toward the intruders. Klein pulled Andy to a desk on the left side of the room. Klein starts talking to a white man there. He seems to be the one in charge. K: Told you he was worth the wait. He’s almost ready to go again. Man: He looks a little young. Are you sure he’s 18? Klein pulls out an ID and shows it to the man. K: Yep there it is, 18 yrs old. And smooth as can be. Man: Perfect. Just perfect. I’ll see to it that you get the correct finders fee. Andy was eyeing the room, trying to take it all in. There was at least three men in the room in addition to Klein and the man he was talking to. Klein and the man were dressed normally. The other three men were Latinos, all shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants. All of them seemed to be a little hard without any underwear because their hard-ons were straining against the sweatpants material. Andy became transfixed on the semi-erect dicks around him. He totally missed the evil smirks they were giving each other. Klein pulled Andy over to the desk and the man in charge. K: Okay Andy, this is Mr. Pink. He’s like a doctor. He’s going to help you out after all that you just experienced. It’s a safe place here. Mr.P. : Yes, we can definitely help you with what you are going through. I just need to you to sign this paper here. It’s a just normal paperwork. A standard contract for my line of work. Klein pushes a pen into the teen’s hand and places it at the signature line. The teen scribbles his John Handcock and stares back at Klein. A: Thank you for helping me. K: oh no, thank you sweet thing. I’ll wait here for a while to watch you start your treatment. He starts rubbing his dick through his pants while saying that. Mr.P.: here Andy, come this way to this comfortable chair. Andy wobbly walks over to a chair with an arm rest on both sides. He sits down and starts falling into the seat. Mr.P. : Okay, we are going to start with giving you some medication to calm you down. In fact we’ll give you a double dose. Mr. Pink walks away and comes back with two syringes and two tourniquets. He hands them to two of the men in the background who walks up and takes one set each. Andy’s attention is on the bulge in the grey sweatpants right smack in front of him. He doesn’t even notice that both men are tying his arm off. All he sees is big semi-hard dicks bouncing around. Andy’s mouth starts to water. He also notices that each of the Latino men have tattoos (presumingly) of their last names. One on his left had Rodriguez across his chest, one to his right had Mendoza on his back, and the one to the side had Tapia in the middle of a sleave on the right arm. Both men around the twink insert their syringe, register, and push the drug into Andy’s arms. At the same time, Mr. Pink and Tapia pull out handheld cameras and start recording. Right on queue, the tourniquets were released and Andy has a coughing fit. The 2 men at his sides raise his arms above his head. It takes a minute or two for Andy to catch his breath. Almost immediately, he is filled with this urgent need for dick – in his mouth, in his ass, everywhere. His body is tingling all over but especially his dick and hole. A: OH Fuck! Oh! Wow! Fuck! The men get closer to Andy and their hands start going all over his body. Rodriguez is in the front of the teen and plays with his nipples – making the teen moan. He goes in for a make out kiss and Andy kisses back. Mendoza is behind the teen and has his hands at the teens waist and digs under the sweatpants to feel a bare ass. He yanks down Andy’s sweatpants revealing the twink in the jockstrap. Andy kicks off the sweatpants from his feet. The two men backup slightly so that the camera gets a good visual of the twink in the jockstrap. They get both angles, the back showing off a nice round Asian bubble butt perfectly framed in the jock. The other getting the view of his front, paying special attention to his hard 5 inch dick still poking up at the top of the underwear. Rodriguez puts hands on Andy and pushes him down to his knees. MrP .: Hey Andy, pull their pants down. We know you wanna see what they’re packing. Andy grunts in agreement. He pulls the sweatpants down from Mendoza, revealing his 9 inch dick. Andy wraps his hand around the piece of meat. It’s thick enough that his fingers don’t completely go round the dick. With his free hand, Andy pulls on Rodriguez’s sweatpants. His dick almost slaps the bottom in the face. It’s about 7.5 but thicker than Mendoza. Andy puts one dick in his mouth and jerks the other off. The teen switches back and forth. He builds up some good saliva on both dicks. Tapia drops his pants and gets closer to the action. He flashes his dick at the teen, whom takes the third man’s dick in his mouth. This third dick is 10 inches and the thickest of the three. Tapia gets a good first person view on his camera. T: oh damn, he’s taking half of me in his mouth already. Are we sure this guy was a virgin before tonight? He’s sucking pretty good. M: Yeah, suck those dicks, fuckin bitch. Mr. Pink is filming from behind the teen. Zooming in on the luscious ass in the jock. Rodriguez gets behind the teen and pulls him up so he’s standing. He pushes his torso back down so he can continue to suck dick. Meanwhile, Rodriguez falls to his knees and dives his tongue into the teen’s ass. Moans escape the bottom as he sucks Tapia’s and Mendoza’s dicks like a fish sucking in water. Andy is getting his throat filled while his ass is being tongued open. Andy is moving his body as he is on overload due to the rimming. When Rodriguez gets the hole sufficiently wet, he stands up and pulls the jockstrap down, freeing the teens hard-on. Mendoza walks over the a couch and sits on the edge of the seat. M: Alright little whore, come sit down on this. Andy stops sucking Tapia and walks over to Mendoza. He straddles Mendoza (face to face) and begins to lower himself onto the brown dick. It was some time since last time he was fucked, so his hole was loser than normal but still pretty tight. The head pops into Andy starts moaning again. He continues to lower himself and is able to get the whole thing in one continuous push. He bottoms out and maneuvers his legs so to get the best bounce. The little whore in training begins to fuck himself on the man’s dick. Mendoza pulls the bottom’s body closer to his face and nibbles on the teen’s nipples. He reaches down the teen’s front and rubs the smaller dick. With all this stimuli, the teen is speeding up and throwing himself down on the dick. Mendoza squeezes the teen’s dick which causes him to pause mid ride. Mendoza takes the opportunity to thrust upward and fuck the twink. The room is filled with the sound of balls slapping the boy’s body. This all builds up to the man digging deep into the boy’s hole and shooting his load deep in the boy. Both cameras capture he event from different angles. Mr. Pink had the back view of the ass bouncing. He was perfectly in position to capture Mendoza lifting the twink off his dick. The head pops out and cum starts dripping for the teen hole. Rodriguez grabs the teen next. He faces the teen toward the couch and bends him over the arm rest. The teen is standing but is jiving like crazy from all the T in his veins. He’s calm enough or Rodriguez to push his dick in with little to no resistance. He pushes in balls deep and feels the teen’s warm insides squeeze his dick. He grabs the teen by the waist and starts piston fucking the poor boy. Noises could be heard from the boy but no legible words. Mendoza pulled up to the boy’s face with a bottle of poppers. He instructs the bottom to inhale when commanded, one in each nostril. He orders him to take 4 strong inhales. Andy does as he is told and gets light headed. His hole relaxes and Rodriguez takes full advantage digging deeper with each thrust. Mr. Pink is filming the whole shot from the side angle of Rodriguez smashing as hard as he can muster. Tapia is filming the scene from the front – facing their faces. The boy could be seen facing the camera. His hard little dick bouncing with each thrust, covered in glistening precum. They film this position for quite a while in different angles. The best shots are when there is a close up of the bottom’s face looking flushed and with his eyes rolling back. Rodriguez pulls almost completely out with just his head in the hole. He shoots his load – four spurts inside the boy and then pushes back in to the hilt. He continues to fuck him for a minute, spreading the load throughout his insides. He pulls out and walks away. Andy’s legs are buckling a bit so they have him sit on the couch. They have him sit toward the edge and then pull up his legs to his ears. This shows off his hole and the cum leaking from it. Mr. Pink goes in for a close up of the used hole. While filming, he uses his finger to push some of the escaping cum back into the hole. This makes Andy start moaning again. Mr. P. : oh you dirty whore, letting that man juice escape your boy hole. You like that? You like me playing with your hole? A: ohhhh yeh … more Mr. P. : yeah? More what? A: Coooooock. More cock. Mr. Pink pushes in two fingers into the bottom. After a few thrusts, he adds a third finger. Andy releases a few grunts. He’s such a sweaty mess from the two fuckings, his face is glowing. He is wearing a huge smile on his face. T: okay, my turn to fill the twink. Tapia hands the camera off to Mendoza. Tapia jerks his dick a few strokes and takes is place in front of the folded bottom. He spits on the cummy hole and grabs the boy’s ankles above his head with his left hand. With his right, he aims his thick 10 inch dick at the boy hole. He waits for the camera to be on his dick and then slowly pushes into the teen. A: ooohhhhh myyyy gaah T: Yeah, take this big dick little bitch. Tapia slowly pushes the entire length of his dick into the Asian twink. He reaches the furthest into the boy. He throbs his dick inside the hole, making the bottom make more sounds. He starts long dicking the teen. The whining to go slower fall on deaf ears. Tapia is pulling all the way out and pushing right back in. Each time he slides into the bottom, he pushes harder to get in faster. He builds up to a fast rhythm. Noises of the bottom fill the room as he gets louder. Tapia releases the boy’s ankles and the legs fall down and go around the top. They wrap around him pulling him in further. Mr. Pink is getting this shot from the top. He can see the big dick disappearing into the bottom. He can see the bottom digging his hands into the couch in pleasure. After a while of this position, he gets the money shot of twink cumming on himself without touching himself. The bottom shot 6 spurts leaving a glistening trail from his smooth chest down to his smooth cock and balls. Mendoza caught the cum shot from the side view. From that angle, you could see the dick twitching just before his balls pulled up and shot his load. Tapia had paused his thrusting after the twink came to let him enjoy the moment and let the camera capture his moment of ecstasy. Just as Andy’s breathing calmed down, Tapia resumed his hard fucking into the bottom. Whines came from Andy as his ass was attacked once more. Looking down at the bottom that just shot all over himself, It didn’t take long for Tapia to blow his load. When Tapia pulled out of Andy’s hole, his dick was covered in frothy cum. Without any prompting, Andy went to work licking all the cum off of the brown dick. When he was finished, Tapia picked the teen up and placed him back in the slamming chair. Andy was exhausted from all the fucking and yet still yearned for more. The three Latino men were sitting down on the couch and the atmosphere felt like the event was over. He was still jiving and twitchy but relaxed the only way a good cumshot can relax you. From the corner of the room with the desk, Klein stood there clapping. K: Fucking great job Andy. That's gonna make a great video and make a pretty penny. Especially once you've filmed the encore.

Mistaken Identity Chapter 1 – Two Brothers Nate always worshipped his older brother Alan. The two were inseparable growing up. They were close in age, being just 1 year apart. They looked exactly alike and were often mistaken as twins. They were both 5’ 11, dirty blonde, blue eyed, with a swimmer’s build. They were each other’s best friend and were each other’s confidant. Everything seemed to change once Alan turned 18, started college, and started hanging with a completely different scene of people. Alan started to feel distant to Nate. Alan had become secretive and would spend most of his time away from his brother and other family. Nate had assumed this was a result of his older brother coming out as gay. Or rather trying to stay in the closet to the family. He had told his brother that he was gay years ago and Nate took the news quite well. They were unsure how the rest of the family would take the news, so they kept it to themselves. This had previously help strengthen their relationship. Nate was unsure why his older brother was keeping him at such a distance. This distance grew as they aged to the point that Nate had turned 18 and Alan was now 19. They both lived at home but Alan never seemed to have time for Nate anymore. Nate had decided to play detective and spy on his older brother. He would steal glances at text messages when he could and linger just out of sight to listen to pieces of conversations. He heard a lot about partying and assumed that his brother had new friends that drank all the time. He even caught a message on his brother’s phone talking about a party coming up that coming weekend. He looked over from behind his brother and caught the response. Alan had responded that it was a perfect weekend because his parents were going to be out of town for the whole week so they would have plenty of time to recover. The weekend came and Mom and Dad left Alan in charge of the house. They said their goodbyes and took off to the airport. Alan turned to his younger brother. A: I am going to take off in a while. Nate you’re old enough to take care of yourself for a few days. I trust you. I’m probably not coming home so you’ll be on your own for the weekend. I’m gonna spend the night with the guys. N: Oh, a party or something? A: Yeah, you can say that. N: I like parties. Can I come with you? A: Ahh, well. I don’t think it’s really your scene. N: You know I’m ok with dudes with dudes. That’s not my thing but being around gay guys doesn’t matter to me. A: That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that place to bring your little brother along. Maybe next time, bro. He set his phone down absent mindedly and left to his bathroom to go shower. Alan disappeared and Nate could hear the shower start. He knew he had a few minutes before his brother got out of the shower. Nate picked up his brother’s phone and unlocked the screen. He looked at the last couple text messages. There was a time and an address to meet up at. Nate thought this must be where the party is gonna be at? Maybe he should crash the party to see what all the fuss was about. Nate placed the phone back where he had picked it up. He had a plan set in his mind that he would show up at this party and mingle with some of the guys to show his brother that he was cool enough for his friends. He would show up early before his brother was planning on showing up (according to his texts) and try to be the coolest guy at the party. He ran up and jumped in the other bathroom to shower himself. He got out of the shower and picked out his “coolest outfit” to try and impress the guys at the party. He hoped that he wasn’t dressing too straight. He really wanted to fit in. These guys were obviously important to his brother, so he wanted to make sure they liked him. He picked out pants, shirt, and a pair of teal boxers for the party. He put the boxers on and left the other clothing on his bed. He threw on some basketball shorts and walked out to the living room. Nate was sitting on the living room couch watching tv, waiting for his brother to zoom past him on his way out. Alan came out wearing a shirt and some jeans. Nate thought that he looked very laid back for a party and began second guessing his choice of clothes he had picked out. Alan’s phone rang and he started a conversation in the kitchen just within earshot of his little brother. A: yeah I’m leaving now. I wanna get some favors to show up with. Yeah, I know I don’t have to bring anything but I don’t wanna be a mooch. I have a guy I’m gonna hit up and then I’ll be along. Shouldn’t take me that long. I should still be there before 9 pm. That’s plenty of time. Yeah I know you can’t wait. I can’t wait either. Alan hung up his phone and walked back into the living room. A: Okay little bro. I’m going to head out. You know I’m trusting you to keep yourself safe while I’m gone. Text me if any emergency pops up, I have no idea when I’ll be checking my phone because the music will be really loud. But don’t worry, I’ll get back to you when I can. Okay, I’ll probably see you on Sunday or Monday if I’m hung over. We good? N: Yeah, we good. Have fun. And just like that, Alan walked out of the house and drove off into the night. Nate looked at his phone. It was 7:30 pm and his brother said he would show up around 9 pm. He had to hurry to make his window. He ran upstairs and throws on the jeans he had out on his bed. He changed his mind on the shirt he picked out. It was too dressy. His brother’s look was relaxed and he wanted to dress the same vibe. He threw on a plain black shirt. He picked up his phone and ordered an uber. The driver was close so he ran down to the front of the house. He locked up and jumped into the uber when it arrived. Chapter 2 – Crashing the Party Nate arrived at the address he had gotten from his brother’s phone. He must be early because there wasn’t that many cars on the street. The house seemed very nice and it seemed to be a mostly quiet neighborhood. He remembered that his brother said he had plenty of time. The others must be showing up around 9 pm or later like his brother was. He looked at his phone and it was 8:10 pm. Nate was nervous that he might be too early but knew he had to get there before his brother did or his plan would be ruined. Nate swallowed his fear and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell. A tall black man answered the door with a smile and without a word, ushered the 18 year old inside the house. The door shut and the man turned to the teen. M: I’m glad you came. And early too. Welcome back to Casa de Marcus. I hope your stay will be as comfortable as last time. N: oh no, my brother Alan is showing up later. I’m Nate. I just came to see how fun Alan’s parties are. If that is alright with you? Marcus thought to himself – Nate huh. This little snow bunny is role playing his first time. That’s cute. Okay, I can play along. M: Well the Nate. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable on my couch. Marcus ushers Nate to his couch. They both sit down and Marcus stares down the teen for a moment. A nervous Nate gulps. N: Umm. I hope you don’t mind having a straight guy crash your party. M: oh, that is quite alright. We love it when straight guys join us for our parTys. Oh where are my manners. Would you like a drink to get the night started. Nate thinks he is talking about an alcoholic drink. He thinks about it for a moment before answering. N: Umm, sure. If you don’t mind. I just need to finish it before Alan shows up. I don’t know how he would feel seeing me drink. Marcus gets up from the couch and walks into his kitchen. While he waits for his host, he looks around the house, taking in all that he can see. He thinks to himself – this is cozy. Must be a small gathering. I thought it would be a wild party but it still is early. Marcus returns with 2 glasses of coke. He hands one of the glasses to Nate. M: I made it the same as last time you. Oh wait, that way that Alan likes it. N: Thank you. Nathan took a drink of the coke. He assumed it was a rum and coke but has never drank any alcohol before, so he thinks the taste of G is the taste of alcohol. He thinks it’s just a strong drink but doesn’t want to be seen as a prude. N: oh wow. He gulps down half of the drink and holds off another drink for a moment. Marcus views the gulping as a sign of eagerness on his part. M: Did you want another drink? N: Not right now, maybe in a bit. I’m still working on this one. Nate gulps down the last of the drink and gives the empty glass to his host. M: Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we can get the parTy started in a little while. But go ahead and put something on the tv. The remote it there on the coffee table. The cable is HDMI 1 and the porn is on HDMI 2. Nate innocently thought he was joking about the porn. He turned the tv to cable was started channel surfing. Marcus gets up and returns to the kitchen. Nate moves to the center of the couch. Marcus returns with another round of drinks. M: here you go little man. I made this one with less and more coke. He was lying through his teeth. He made the drinks with the same generous amount of G as before. Nate, not wanting to be impolite, took the supposedly weaker drink. He gulped it down as before, believing it would help with how nervous he was feeling. Marcus just sat there on the couch next to the teen as he channel searched. It was about 15 minutes later that he noticed the teen starting to melt into the couch. The G was in full effect. Nate looked slightly lethargic and googly eyed. Marcus was caught off guard. The last time Alan was over, he was able to ingest the same amount of G with no problem. He thought maybe it was more of the role playing. Maybe the straight boy needed to be seduced. Marcus moved over to the teen. M: Okay I think it’s time to start the parTy. Marcus pulls out a pipe from his pocket. It is already filled with T in the bulb. It’s already a dry puddle. He pulls out a lighter and lights the bulb. He takes a hit and blows out a cloud. He thinks to himself, lets have fun with this teen’s role playing of a first timer. M: Hey boy, since this is your first time straight man, I’ll help you out. Here, breath in when I tell you too and hold your breath until I say release. Marcus pushes the pipe to Nate’s mouth. He lights the bulb and the smoke starts rising from the bulb. M: okay, now breath in. Good boy. Now hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Okay, now release. Nate blows out a cloud and is cheered on by Marcus. N: That was a lot of smoke. What was that? Was that weed? M: No, something better than weed. N: Is it natural? M: of course. Now take another hit. Nate. Takes 3 more hits before the pipe is put down on the coffee table. Marcus waits until the teen is obviously starting to feel the T. He checks Nate’s eyes and sees that they are like huge black saucers with a thin blue ring. M: Okay, straight boy. Do you feel warm in here? Its warm right? I know you think it’s warm. Before Nate can answer to agree with him, Marcus starts pulling Nate’s shirt off. M: You won’t need this shirt. Nice jeans. You wont need these either. Marcus pulls the jeans right off the teen and whispers in his ear M: (whisper) That’s okay. You don’t need those clothes. You’re in your underwear and I am too. This is when the parTy starts. Some good smoke and showing off some skin. The G is making the teen malleable and the T was making him horny. Nate looks over at Marcus to watch him strip down to a pair of boxers. Marcus then turns the tv to HDMI 2 and starts the porn playing. The moans, even though they are from men, begin to turn Nate on and he starts to fill out his boxers with his semi hard on. Nate realizes he is feeling super relaxed and starting to get a little horny for some unknown reason. He brushed it off on the “alcoholic drink” he had when he arrived. Nate was happy to hear that the party was starting. But he was a bit perplexed that it was still just him and Marcus. Where was everyone else? Oh well, guess they’ll get here when they get here. It’s so cool to show up to a party late, right? He thought that he needs to remember that next time he goes to a party. M: oh damn baby boy. You are looking good in those boxers. Bet you look even better in a jockstrap. N: yeah, I would. I know I have a great ass haha. M: I have a pair you can try on for me. Before everyone else gets here. Nate was super high on the G and Tina. He was game for anything at this point. All his inhibitions seemed to fade away. N: I guess I don’t mind. I mean this is a gay party. When in Rome … M: Cool Alan, I mean Nate. Let’s head over to my bedroom to try them on. Chapter 3 – The Room Marcus ushered Nate into a dimly lite room about twice the size of his own bedroom. Nate looked around and saw a large sofa, a large bed, some kind of swing/harness thing, and a wooden cross in the room. He saw a big screen tv on each wall, all playing the same video playlist as the tv in the living room. Marcus takes Nate over to the couch and sat him down. He walked over to a dresser and brought some items with him which he placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Nate staired down at another weird pipe that he recognized from earlier, a small brown bottle, a bag of some kind of crystals, and a pencil box. Marcus handed a handful of bunched up jockstrap to Nate. Nate still in his mental fog took a moment to realize what Marcus was waiting on. He stood up and dropped his boxers in front of Marcus like he was changing in the locker room. Marcus took in the view of white gold before him. Though the room was dimly lit, he could see the teens white body. It was practically glowing in the dark. Nate took a minute to try and figure how to put the underwear on. This time gave Marcus a good show of the teen’s cut dick. When Nate finally figured it out he turned his back to his host. Marcus got a view of the beautiful teen ass. He just knew the teen was just teasing him waiting for him to lunge at that ass. Then the jockstrap was on and it framed the white boy ass perfectly. Marcus’s boxers were straining, his cock trying to rip through the material. Marcus grabbed up the new pipe and filled it. He took a monster rip and then a second. He handed the pipe over to Nate. M: Do you think you learned how to do it yourself now? N: Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Nate flicked the lighter and started twisting the pipe. Inhale, hold, hold, hold, and then release of a huge cloud. He tried to hand the pipe back to Marcus but he refused. M: Nice hit man. Go ahead and show me how it’s done again. Nate took another huge hit. Exhale. Then another after another. He took 5 good hits and was feeling the greatest he ever felt in his life. Marcus walked toward the teen and grabbed him by the wrist and throws him against the sling. M: This is the best thing in the room. It’s called a sling. Have you ever been in one? Marcus was waiting in anticipation for the answer. He knew that Alan loved being in the sling. But would “Mr. straight guy Nate” like it. Lol the hole role playing thing was making his dick leak precum. A spot of it was collecting in his boxers. N: No never even seen one before. M: Do you wanna try it? It’s super comfortable. The parTy doesn’t really start until someone lays in the sling, you hear me? Nate’s state of super high helped stir his curiosity. N: Sure I’ll try it. I mean, if it starts the party than lets get it started. Marcus picked the boy up and placed him in the sling. The boy’s arms were limp and easy to maneuver. The arms were cuffed above his head with ease. Marcus locked the feet of the fucked up teen. N: Whoooo lets get this party started. M: I couldn’t agree more. Marcus walked over to his light switch and adjusted the lights up a bit. The room became much more clearer. He grabs the pipe and walks over to Nate. He places the pipe to his mouth and lights it for him. M: okay hold it in until I give you the signal, okay? Nate nodded his head. Marcus got between the teen’s legs, dropped his boxers and released his 9 inch dick. Then he fell down to his knees. He starts to count off. M: Okay on 3, 1 … , 2 … Marcus lunges into the teen’s ass and his tongue touches and penetrates the teen’s hole. Nate was totally unprepared for this new feeling. He coughed out the cloud he was saving in his mouth and gasped. N: Omg … what are you doing? M: I’m rimming a perfectly perky ass. You just happen to be tied to it. So sit back and enjoy it. Marcus returned to the teen’s hole and started eating it out. Nate’s mind was spinning. He knew he should be put off by what was happening. He should definitely be deterred from any gay stuff but the shockwaves of pleasure coming from his ass was undeniable. He thought to himself – No wonder my brother comes to these gay parties, he must love feeling this way too. It’s okay, it’s not that gay. It’s not like he was getting anything inside of his ass. Just the tongue was fine. Marcus pulled away and placed a finger at the boy’s entrance. He pushed it forward and it sank right in. A low moan came from the teen. Marcus pushed in a second finger. He was met with more resistance this time. M: Damn Alan – I mean Nate. You weren’t this tight the last time we partied. But that’s okay, I know how to loosen you up. Marcus gets up and goes to his supplies. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a huge shard of T. He pushed his two fingers back into the teen and there was a slight yelp. He pulls back out. N: What are you doing to me. Nate tries to move his arms and legs to push the guy away from him but finally realized he was tied down. The realization sobered him up a bit. N: No, I don’t want this. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I just came for the party. Where is the party? Marcus shoves his wet fingers back into the teen’s hole. Nate yelps again and starts pleading again. Marcus is zoning the teen out. He starts to think that Alan is taking this role playing idea too seriously. But he knows what the bitch wants. He pulls his fingers out. He pours some laced lube on his fingers and return them to the teen. Then he pulls them out only to push them back in, this time with the shard between the fingers. It took some pressure to get past his first ring but Marcus shoved the T deep in the teen. N: omg, that burns. Take them out please. It’s hurting me. Marcus just laughed at the petty pleas. M: Just let it melt and you’ll be feeling great. Nate had started bucking trying to get the fingers out of him but it did nothing. His body finally gave in to the feeling and his body stopped moving about. He let Marcus continue to finger him without any griping. Marcus added a third finger and while it hurt, it was starting to feel really good to Nate. With every push of the fingers, a small moan escaped the teen. Marcus added a fourth finger and there was a brief return of the whimpering. The protests ended relatively fast. M: That’s it baby boy. You know you like this. Miss Tina makes everything feel so damn good. Marcus got up and walked to his dresser and walked back with some scissors and a spray can. He cut the jockstrap off the teen exposing his flaccid 3 inch dick. He sprayed the can of Maximum Impact into the jockstrap. He puts the can down and pushes the jockstrap into Nate’s mouth. He stands right between his legs and pushes the head of his dick into the teen. Nate feels the intrusion at his hole but is starting to fly. The maximum impact fumes making him lightheaded. Marcus pushes the whole length of his dick into the teen in one push. A guttural sound escapes the teen. Marcus stares down at the teen and notices that he is looking back but his eyes lacked any focus. His huge pupils were jet black. It was like he was looking straight through Marcus. M: That’s the look I love from my “first timers”. Oh Alan, you know how to make a guy feel special. A “first timer” and a “straight boy”. Double conversion. Marcus laughs and starts pounding the bottom without any regard to him. Marcus continues to piston fuck the poor teen. Finally after about 20 minutes of anal assault, he was ready to shoot his load. M: you ready for the first load of the night bottom boy. Nate watched him with his blank stair and continued to moan with every thrust. M: Here you go straight boy. Hope you’ll remember this one. Ahhhhhhhhhh Nate felt a wetness build up deep inside of him. Marcus pulled his dick out. Nate felt an emptiness where the dick once was. He felt a sadness that he wasn’t full inside anymore. All he could do was moan with his mouth still filled with jockstrap. The house doorbell rang and Marcus jumped to his feet. He threw on his boxers and grabbed his phone. The time was 9:15 pm. He walked to the door and looked through the eyehole. He opened the door and was astonished to see Alan walk in. A: Hey sorry I’m late. I had to wait on my guy but he hooked me up with some prime stuff. M: How are you here? A: What do you mean? M: You are right here but I just nutted in you. A: Did you start smoking without me? You sound like you have been parTying already. M: Yes, yes I have. I’ve been smoking with you. Hold up, I think I might be going crazy. Marcus turned away and walked straight back to the playroom. Alan was right behind him. Waiting for an explanation for his weird welcome. Marcus points to the sling. M: See you’re already here. Alan can see a hot young guy already in the sling. His face obscured by Marcus standing in the way. Alan’s mouth started to water at the sight. Then he walks around Marcus and sees the shock of his life. The hot young guy in the sling was Nate. A: WTF! How did my younger brother get here? M: Holy shit! I thought it was you. I thought you were role playing as a different guy. I didn’t believe him. A: What did he tell you? M: That he was your brother. He said he was straight but wanted to come for the parTy. He was you. I thought yeah right, a straight guy that needs to be seduced. Cool game. A: WTF. WTF. WTF. How did he even know about this? M: I don’t know but he did know because he was waiting for you. Alan pulls the jockstrap out of his brother’s mouth. He smacks Nate on the cheek a bit to get him to focus. A: Nate. What are you doing here? N: I wanted to hang out with you at a party. The weed made me hot so my clothes… Alan turns to Marcus. A: Weed? M: He asked if the T was weed and I said it was better than weed. Alan turned back to his brother. Nate was trying his best to concentrate on talking. N: The smoke was so good. The dick hurt a bit but it was starting to feel good. You can’t tell anyone about that though. Can we smoke some more? M: See at least he enjoyed himself. I’m so fucking sorry Alan. I really did think he was you. A: I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you made my brother into a chem whore. M: And he is asking for more. More T and more dick haha. But no more G. Damn he drank a lot of G. I’m surprised he is still awake hahaha. I thought he had your tolerance. A: Damn, I don’t now about giving him more. M: The hard dick in your pants says otherwise. Alan looked down to see his dick was hard as can be in his jeans. A: Okay, but if we go forward with this, we go hard. Break out the points. Chapter 4 – Point of No Return Marcus and Alan walked over to where the parTy supplies were on the coffee table. Alan pulled out a big bag of T. A: Go ahead and use this stuff first. I told you it’s prime stuff. I smoked a bowl with my dealer and it got me horny as can be just sitting there. It’s got that good chem taste. Mmmm. I couldn’t wait to get here. Marcus disappeared and reappeared with a bottle of water. He started to prepare the points with the T. M: How good of a shot should I make for him? A: Make him a beginner dosage for me please. M: Aight. No problem. Alan turned away to stare at his younger brother still hanging there in the sling, looking hot as fuck. Marcus thought to himself – he says baby dose with his mouth but his dick says slut dose. He then prepares three really potent shots. He hands the first and a torniquet to Alan. Alan releases one of the arms and wraps around his brother’s bicep. A: Don’t worry little brother. You’re gonna like this more than smoking. Believe me, it is way better. Don’t you wanna feel good? Nate nodded his head. Alan found a vein and stuck his brother with the needle. It registered and then plunge. A: Now don’t worry. You’re going to feel like you can’t catch your breath. Believe me when I say you can, just slow down and breath. And hold your arm above your head. Alan removed the tourniquet and the teen started coughing up a storm. His arm dangling upwards. Alan reached behind the teen and rubbed his back. Slowly the coughing fit subsided, replaced with oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck… from the teen. Nate starts playing with his soft dick that’s now leaking precum. A: Yeah, see I told you. Way better than smoking. Now just hold up, we get ours now. Alan strips down naked and Marcus loses his boxers. Marcus hit Alan and then hit himself. The strong shots made both men grunt as they felt the rush. Alan is still hard from staring down at his younger brother. Marcus was back to a half erection. Alan walked right up to his brother’s head. He tilts Nate’s face toward his dick and then walks forward until his head makes contact with Nate’s mouth. A: Open up Nate tries to say something but isn’t making any sense. A: Open up little bro. Nate opens his mouth slightly and Alan pushes his head into the opening. Nate can taste the saltiness of his brother’s precum. With a slight push forward, Alan pushes half of his 7.5 dick into Nate’s warm mouth. Marcus gets between the teen’s legs again and starts rimming him again. This made Nate moan and open his mouth wider. Alan takes advantage and shoves his entire length into the mouth and throat. Alan is feeling amazing but he knows what will make him feel even more amazing. A: Hey Marcus, lets trade spots. I need to get in that ass. M: Okay, I’m down to watch you drill your little brother. You sick fuck. Marcus gets to his feet and trades spots with Alan. Marcus shoves his dick into the open mouth. Alan is now standing between Nate’s legs. He stares at the slightly used hole glistening with spit and cum. His dick was hard as can be and pointing right at his brother’s hole. Alan gets close and his head is touching Nate’s opening, head half slipped in. He stares right into his brother’s eyes. He was there but not necessarily there mentally. A: hey Marcus, pull out a minute. Okay, Nate I wanna hear how much you want this? N: I want it. I need it. Give it to me bro. A: What do you want? I want you to say it. N: I want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me. Alan smiles. A: you want me to drill you down and cum in you like a good little whore? N: I need it in me. I feel so empty. I need your cum in me. That is all that Alan wants or needs to hear. Just when his hole is starting to close up, Alan slams his dick straight into the poor teen’s hole. Alan proceeded to fuck his brother like a ragdoll. Hold him in place and piston fuck him until he wanted to move around a bit. The new bottom was already high in the clouds and not landing anytime soon. He unties the teen’s legs and puts them on his shoulders. He pounds like that for 15 minutes straight. He goes around and unties the teen’s arms. He can now move as he will. Nate needed help walking over to the bed. Alan throws his brother down on the bed on his stomach. He jumps on back and starts fucking him from behind. He’s holding on to his brother, whispering bits of encouragement in his ear. A: that’s it bitch. Feel my thick dick in your hole? You can take it. You can take all of it. You’re doing great. I love you brother. … I’m getting close. Where do you want my load? N: Breed me. I want your babies swimming in me. A: Fuck yeah, your just as fucked up as I am. You little slut. Ugh, ahhhhh ahhhhhhh Alan slams into the teen with all his might. He kisses the back of Nate’s neck. A: Oh gawd, I needed that. Alan pulls out of his brother and stands up. He bends down slightly to slap the teen’s right ass cheek. Alan looks around the room and notices that 2 of the guys had come into the room. Marcus must have let them in during his fuck. There was another black guy named Terry. He has a ripped athletic body and showing off his 8 inch dick. The last guy is a Latino guy named Rogelio. He has more of an average body type but is showing off an impressive 10 inch dick. Alan watch as his friends laid their pipe into his younger brother. He had asked them to not go over the top, afterall, he was his brother. Sunday comes along and the four friends had beaten the teen into complete submission. They shot him up two more times and given him a total of 15 loads over that weekend. Four of those loads were from his brother. When they finally got home Sunday evening, Alan put Nate down on his bed to rest and hopefully fall asleep. Nate had done well and made some friends for life. Monday morning comes along and Nate is acting like nothing happened, that they were still the loving family that with healthy boundaries they were the week prior. Alan had woken up earlier and made some eggs. They sat at the kitchen table in silence for a while. Neither one knowing what to says. It is Alan that breaks the silence. A: Hey bro, how are you feeling? N: How am I feeling? How would you feel if you had gotten high and let 3 strangers and brother fuck you up the ass? A: Honestly I’d love that. I don’t know about you but probably have my ass hurt a little. N: Okay, I have to admit it was fun. But you are right. My ass does hurt a little. They both laugh and the tension is defused. A: Best way to get it used to the fucking is more fucking. Wanna hit a bowl and ride my dick? N: oh fuck yeah. Can we try it the other way? I wanna your hot ass too. A: Of course. We both should go through it. Fair is fair. Now the brothers are back to being the closest they have ever been. They are back to being inseparable. They are as close as lovers can get. They eventually move out of their family home and moved in with Marcus. Now they parTy and fuck as often as they can.

Yes Yes Yes Yes Many tops, myself included, are completely turned-off when bottoms become overly masculine (dominant) while getting fucked. You know, the growling, woofing, 'acting thuggish' or displaying machismo. Yes, it varies by culture/ethnic background.

Chapter 9: Be Careful What You Wish For Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:40 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Stag opened the door, and strode into the room, not caring if something unpleasant lurked on the other side of it. He shut the door behind him, and took in the view - the lights were in low-power mode, giving everything a soft blue-grey hue. Half-expected to see a ruined place with blood spatters or blackened walls or his taken comrades in cocoons, or something straight out of a sci-fi film. But the room was quite ordinary, just filled with massive HVAC systems, humming away as they filtered the air, medical equipment, scientific equipment, and resembled a storage room for items that were no longer needed. A hoarder could have put this space together. Then he remembered the mission briefing: this place was originally a bomb shelter, and converted after the Cold War, but the original structure still stood and was built over. In that light, the overall layout of the massive basement did indeed resemble a massive bunker for such a catastrophic event and plenty of space to hold a thundering lot of people. The walls were a pristine white, and for a moment, his heart sank as it dawned on him that he might have got lost again, or chose his path incorrectly. He didn’t know which possibility was worse, but seeing the rapidly transforming Sticks out in the hall was an indication that it must be the right place. Perhaps it was just beyond here. Then Stag noticed how much warmer this room was compared to the hallway, and the almost overpowering scents of sweat and testosterone told him he was on the right trail. The smilers would have chosen someplace warm to hibernate and incubate, somewhere out of the way of main traffic. A logical conclusion. He found a nearby table, and removed all means of defense; he emptied his tranq gun and placed it gently on the table next to a pocket knife and the tin of spray paint. Removing his hat, he ruffled the hair once with his hand, and set down the hat. Stag double-checked that his pockets were empty, and he carefully placed the partially-empty pack of cigarettes in a safe spot with the rest of his possessions. He turned about, and looked for an obvious sign of the creatures. What a creepy-assed liminal space, he thought as he walked, the stark white walls and countless metal pipes almost repeating on themselves in the dimly lit space. This originally large room was divided into several smaller rooms, and Stag poked his head in all of them. One was filled with medical gurneys that had no pads on them; another was stacked to the ceiling with cardboard boxes containing who-knows-what; a third had what looked like a deconstructed medical cart and a stack of hard-backed chairs that had seen better days. Stag decided none of these were important. Finally, a clue appeared: a foam pad tinged with a huge, dark yellow and black stain. It reminded Stag of his teenage years when he would hump his bed pillow; he unloaded so much spunk into it over a year that the pillow turned a nasty yellow color, became hard and crusted, and never came clean. He treasured that thing until his mother discovered it and, disgusted, burned it in their fireplace. Now he held a similar object, and holding it to his nose, the testosterone-laden stench told him he was close. The foam pad was replaced where he found it, and Stag turned his gaze to a discarded metal vent cover. There. Walking over to it, he could barely contain his excitement. He quickly inspected the cover, and located where it came from: a large opening in the wall, presumably for vent installations and maintenance. Climbing through the darker space, he realized he finally hit pay dirt. There, in a corner, lying on the floor, were his comrades, Patch and Pixel, just finishing their metamorphoses. Both were completely naked, and taking in their new surroundings. As soon as he appeared, Pixel looked up at Stag, and grinned, showing his newly-formed teeth for the first time. “Hey, Stag,” Pixel said in a dreamy voice, his voice slurred as he spoke like he’d spent the night behind a bottle of something especially strong. “What’s up? Glaaad you could make it.” A little liquid corruption drooled from his mouth at the end of the sentence. Stag didn’t get to inspect Sticks out in the hall, but Pixel provided enough of a show. His heart raced with excitement, and his dick slowly hardened as he took in the sight. “Pixel! Patch, oh my god,” he said with feigned relief. “We saw what happened on the monitors. You okay, bruh?” Pixel’s blackened eyes looked directly into Stag’s, and didn’t notice the insincerity. “I’mmm terrific. Look, my shoulder’s completely healed.” Pixel pointed at his previously-dislocated shoulder, and sure enough, there was no sign that it was ever damaged. Stag instinctively turned his head to Patch for an answer. “I diii-idn’t do that,” Patch admitted in a dazed voice. “We woke up, and were healed. I’ve never seen a fast recovery like this.” Patch blinked, and after a breath, said, “I feel… different. But in a good way!” “Your…” Stag couldn’t finish the sentence, lest he give away his excitement. So becoming a monster also gives one rapid healing from wounds, he thought. Interesting. Think how useful that would be in the field. Patch would be out of work so fast. “Imagine!” Patch said enthusiastically, his voice thick as he shook it to try and clear his head. “If we could speed up the healing process from wounds… What an incredible lifesaver!” Then he realized his career as a field medic would be over, and he might be forced to take up arms instead of saving lives. A twinge of sadness hit his heart,and he let out a quick sniffle and half sob. “This has always been my worst nightmare – I’ve become a patient.” “Annnnd how do you feel right now?” Pixel asked of him. Patch inhaled slowly, and moved his limbs, taking stock of his surroundings. “Actually? Pretty damn good!” “And…. and we’re still alive!” Patch sighed with relief. “Maybe it won’t be so bad,” he said brightly, smiling drunkenly, a line of drool now going down his chin. “What are you doing here?” Pixel enquired, suddenly sniffing the air around Stag. “You haven’t been attacked by one of those things yet, have you?” “Oh no… I gave them the slip. Can you stand? Let me help you up,” Stag said, piling on the fake concern by offering a hand to Pixel. In an instant, Pixel leapt to his feet, and Patch just after. Stag withdrew his hand, and now could take in their new forms. Their skin had taken on an almost sickly greyish pallor. The iris of their eyes looked odd, beginning to take on an almost golden orange color. The veins on their skin had already begun to stick out slightly as their muscles already appeared slightly more defined. The normally slightly pudgy looking Patch already was looking slimmer. Pixel seemed taller somehow. They both swayed slightly as they adjusted to the multitude of new sensations they were feeling. Both men were breathing slightly faster, and looking down, they noticed that both were sporting massive hard-ons and kept giving each other looks when they thought Stag didn’t notice. The two began to drool as their muscles tensed up in anticipation. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, their fingernails began to lengthen into the claws that the other creatures carried. Stag needed no convincing. He did an about-face, and shouted deeper in the dark room, “Hey, you sick motherfuckers! I wanna talk to your boss. Got a proposition for you!” Patch and Pixel exchanged looks of interest. “You think we could take him?” Patch asked in a whisper that he thought only Pixel could hear. Pixel nodded once silently, but they also wanted to see what Stag was going to do. Turning back to them, Stag stared at them and laughed. “You both are clearly infected… and stupider than I gave you credit for,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I know that you have to have some real brains running this show,” he yelled out loud. A sudden scream growl echoed out of the dark, and the two suddenly stepped back, as if making way for something revered. From seemingly nowhere, a new creature came into Stag’s sights, climbing along silently on the ceiling. This one was larger than the others: his muscles were denser, his skin was black as night, his mouth and eyes poured corruption in tiny waterfalls. The thing’s claws were slightly longer; a pair of massive horns protruded from its skull, and large curving spikes had emerged from its back. The thing suddenly dropped from the ceiling in a graceful twist, and landed delicately on the open space of the floor a short distance away from Stag. Stag’s breath caught in his throat when the beast stood to full height and began to speak in a deep, resonant voice. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” The creature before him grinned widely, its head cocked to one side and showing an uncountable number of razor sharp teeth, and took two steps forward. All of Stag’s rehearsed speeches suddenly left his brain. He hadn’t expected it to speak so well, looking more monster than human. The scent coming from the big smiler was overpowering, like too much cologne and days of unwash. Since Stag didn’t give an answer, the beast continued. “You do not belong here, soldier. If you came looking for a swift death, you have found it.” “I… er…” Stag stammered, reveling in the beauty of this twisted thing before him. Remembering his purpose, he cleared his throat before trying again. He spat a yellow goober to one side, and said, “Are you the leader? I have something you want.” “I control all and rule all. My brood serves and obeys me fully. What could you possibly have that I ever want or need?” It paused its slow movement forward, glaring at Stag with intense curiosity as a few lesser creatures like the big one entered in behind their boss. “The name’s Stag,” he began, trying to choke down his nervousness. “I came to join you. I saw what you do on security feeds, and…” He let out a shuddering, almost reverent sigh before he continued to speak. “I think it’s beautiful. I want to be part of this.” The die was cast, and there was no turning back. Not now, not ever. The creature’s eyebrows flicked up in interest, its head cocking to the other side as if fascinated. “That is… interesting. Go on.” “As no doubt you’re aware, a military team has infiltrated your base,” Stag began, sensing a little formality and a deft touch would be needed here. Cutting him off, the larger beast suddenly snapped its head back up and began to crouch. A deep almost dangerous growl emitted from it as it replied, “Your presence is noted, your weaknesses observed. If you want a fight, you will only prolong your suffering.” I just knew this infection was intelligent! Pixel thought. It's been watching us since we came in. Stag felt unbalanced again. He struggled to resume his place in his rehearsed oration. “Let me continue. You’ve already taken four of the men on my squad, and besides me, four others still remain… unblemished. A second team will come in for rescue once we are all changed, and your team with ours can take them all. I can give you access to all of them, and you will have an unstoppable army. We could take over the world, and you can have whatever you want.” Stag knew he was lying - he had no intention of giving up his teammates. They’ll all get converted, anyway, eventually. I might be an ass, but I’m not a goddamn traitor. All I want is the upgrade, he thought wickedly. This fucker ain’t getting jack out of me. Patch and Pixel silently exchanged looks of concern that turned to disapproval when they took Stag’s offer at face value. I knew this ass was a sellout! Patch’s mind screamed in anger. But a swift look from the boss quelled that line of thinking. Let him finish. If it’s a trick, he won’t leave this room. Turning back to Stag, the boss weighed the offer, looking up at the ceiling as it turned around for a moment as if in deep thought.. The prospect was appealing, and Stag had put all his cards on the table willingly. Calmly it turned around and glared at him as it replied. “And you want to share in our glorious evolution? Is that right?” “Let me join you, and you will have one more soldier in your cause. I’m a deviant fucker, and can do things you probably don’t want to do yourself. I don’t presume to know your endgame, but I willingly surrender my humanity for this. I am yours to command.” He bowed slightly, attempting to keep the creature in a peaceable mood. Stag felt pretty good about this little show of bravado, but his conscience started telling him, You’re going too far. Stop before you regret this. “Tempting,” the boss said evenly. “But we do not act impulsively. Once you are committed —” Stag seized his buttoned shirt in two hands, and in one swift motion, he ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. “Fuck me and find out.” The boss nodded gently with approval three times, then suddenly shot a volley of its venomous spit at Stag’s face. It hit him with a soft ‘splat’, and quickly ran down his face. Stag barely stuck out his tongue to taste it, and the sensation reminded him of bukkake films he watched on occasion. “You will address me as the Alpha, and you have a deal. Welcome, Stag. What wonders we will show you.” The Alpha tilted his head to the right and looked behind Stag to indicate Patch and Pixel. “You two, hold him down. I will do this deed myself.” Perfect, Stag thought just before the chemicals took over. Just the very thing I wanted. Knowing what was coming next, he began to lower himself to the floor, but the sedative worked too quickly on him, and he fell over in an undignified position before he could get on all fours. —------------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Hallway. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:35 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Step. Step. Step. Keep your wits before you. Everyone’s depending on you. Just keep moving. Zero moved slowly through the corridor, weapon in hand, and always searching for visual and aural clues. So far, the move from the 2nd floor chem lab had been thankfully uneventful. No noise, no people, no creatures. It was as if he was completely alone in the facility, the only sound emanating from the soft tap of every footstep he made, and the occasional gentle whirring of the vents. The isolation and silence with nothing to break up the monotony made the minutes seem like hours, yet Zero pressed himself onward. His goal was the security office - a plan had begun to form in his mind. In war, diversionary tactics are often useful and effective. He wanted to create a diversion for the smilers so his comrades could escape in the opposite direction. Always taking one for the team, eh, Mason? Dammit, I need to retire from this life. Go somewhere sunny. Take in the ocean. Maybe I'll collect starfish and seashells. Get sand in my boots. Settle down with a nice girl. Army provides a nice pension. I can go anywhere. Anywhere but here, anywhere drug lords and terrorists and random chaos don’t exist. There must be such a place. I’ll find it someday. Next week, perhaps. Before he knew it, the door of the security room loomed before him. —----------------------------- Helixion Genetics, Main Corporate Office Building, 4th Floor Security Office. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:38 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Jeames.” At the sound of his name, the driver for the General rose quickly from his seat on the hard leather couch, instantly ready to serve. “Yes, General Krell?” the man asked, tidying his smart looking suit. “I would like some more coffee,” the older man said, pointing at the unused coffee pot in the corner. “None of that vile liquid, mind you.” “Absolutely, sir, your usual?” the man said, nodding as he pulled out a phone and began tapping away. “That’s all for now,” the older man said, waving a hand negligently in the air. As the driver quickly left the room with efficient grace, General Krell sat alone. The room was thankfully silent again as he began to ponder. Even the regular communications over the secure channels of the soldiers had ceased, and in a fit of anger, he removed the offending earpiece that was tickling the hairs of his ear. Unfortunately, the order to shut off the fire alarms had done little good, and now a small army of fire trucks were sitting at the entrance to the facility, their captain arguing with his staff. Still blind to the majority of the cameras, he flipped through the few he had yet again, yielding nothing of note. As far as he hoped, the mission was still active. But, the lack of any communications from Briggs had become somewhat unnerving. Even that bootlicker Kade had been in total radio silence. He supposed that they could be deep in the bowels of the building, effectively unable to get a signal out. He walked over to the large glass window, overlooking the campus, holding his hand to it and feeling the cool surface under his fingertips, the chill just barely seeping through what was surely a cool autumn evening setting in. Suddenly, he heard a crackle come from the radio, and he quickly stuffed the earpiece back in. He waited a moment, listening for another signal. “Patch… are you….pying…” the sound of Briggs’ concerned voice just barely cutting through the heavy static. “Lockjaw… -ow about y… Zero…. Do you have…. On anyone?” Krell stood still, listening intently. “I… I might have someone, sir. I just made it to the security office on the 1st floor,” the voice said, presumably Zero. “Soldier, this is General Krell,” the older man said, years of command taking over and allowing his voice to carry an air of authority. “Are you able to patch me into the feeds?” “Um… sir…” Zero’s voice said, sounding small and confused. “This is Lieutenant Hawke. I… I don’t know how to do that. The guys who would —” Krell quickly cut him off, annoyed. “That’s an order, soldier,” Krell demanded, slamming his fist on the window. “Surely you’re smart enough to plug a damned USB stick into a computer!” Krell was met with a few moments of silence until another voice cut in. “Just…. I left one on the desk. I forgot it when I got hit in the head,” another voice said. “Oh… yeah. I see it. Let me just barricade this door and-” Zero said, sounding out of breath from exertion. “You can barricade the door after, soldier,” Krell said angrily. “I need eyes on the situation. NOW.” “Belay… order,” Briggs said, the coldness of his voice not being hidden. “He…. no authority in your… Secure the ro-... then get the bastard what he wants.” I knew that fucker was still holding a grudge for the whole Berlin thing, Krell thought to himself, flopping down in the chair in frustration. Unable to do anything, he waited, knowing better than to push his luck. Hopefully the man would establish the link in short order as Krell was left to ponder. Odd as hell the rest of Briggs’ team isn’t answering, he thought to himself, wondering what could be the cause. Suddenly, it hit him. The project. But how? It wasn’t ready like this on my visit last month. Maybe that stupid shit Blaine actually delivered for once. Almost letting out an excited whoop, he watched as a progress bar suddenly popped up on his screen, the link to the security feeds finally coming alive. Quickly scrolling through each feed, Krell suddenly stopped as he saw something flash before one of the cameras. He flipped through more before finally, he saw it. A black hulking creature was slamming its fists on the door, unable to get it to budge. Well I’ll be fucking damned… the dumbshit actually delivered on his promise… Krell thought, a smile creeping across his face. The driver suddenly entered the room, silently placing the hot cup of gourmet coffee on the desk before him. “I’m afraid our schedule has been moved up drastically. I will also require a team to begin extraction. Make it so,” General Krell said, turning his attention back to the monitors, curious as he had now lost sight of a redhead in the lowest level of the building. Flipping through the feeds, he let out a huff of surprise, counting as several more monstrous creatures began to body slam the door on camera. “Better make sure this team is properly equipped,” he said, perturbed as he was finding no further evidence of the tall, lanky redheaded man. “Not what I ordered, but I guess it's better than nothing,” he said, slouching back in the chair. “Tell them to equip the heat vision goggles as well as live ammo. These little demon creatures seem to be packing quite the punch.” “Right away, sir,” Jeames said, quickly tapping more commands on his smartphone as he held the phone to his ear with his left shoulder. “Will that be all, sir?” the smartly dressed driver said, holding his hand to the device’s microphone. “No, leave me be for a while. Let me know when the new extraction team is here,” Krell said, watching the camera intently. The driver disappeared again, as Krell finally forced himself to turn to another feed in search of more information. “This calls for a celebration, I guess,” he said, taking the bottle of scotch he was gifted upon arrival, and pouring a healthy amount into the cup. Shame what’s happening to Briggs’ team, but… as the saying goes, sometimes one must break a few eggs. At least now that thorn in his side would finally get what was coming to him. —---------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. Location REDACTED 22:42 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Hey guys, take a look at this!” Tex said, pointing at an old blueprint sitting on a workbench. “I think we finally have a way out!” Gravestone and Elias walked over to the blueprint in front of Tex, examining it. “This definitely wasn’t on the map we got,” Elias said, pointing to one of the shafts extending out from the boiler section. “But it's not on any of the other maps we found. Are we sure it's even accurate?” “This does seem to be a rather old layout,” Gravestone said, stroking his chin as he pondered. “I mean, it could be someone forgot it on a newer iteration, and it just got left out.” A sudden sound of something falling over in the next room caused the three men to suddenly be on guard, aiming their weapons at the doorway. Silently, they stalked into the next room, the sight of a man crawling on all fours trying to make a fort meeting them. “Oh fuck… it’s Crazy,” Tex blurted out, watching as Jack haphazardly continued building his cardboard fortress. “Got to make a safe room… make it all safe… No monsters getting in here,” Jack muttered to himself, not paying attention to the three men as he worked. “Should we… do something?” Tex said, letting his weapon down as he watched the manic pace at which Jack was stacking the boxes. Pinching his nose, Elias sighed. “Do you want the blame if something happens to him?” Elias said, slowly crouching down, putting his hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to jump. Blinking around, Jack looked at the three men. “Oh, hello again mister soldier man,” Jack said, his eyes darting around the room. “Hi… Jack…” Elias said, looking at him with an almost sad look on his face. This guy really has lost all grip on reality, he thought to himself. “I’m making a safe room to keep all the nasty homo monsters out,” Jack said, turning back to the boxes with renewed energy and working even faster. “But I can only make it big enough for me. If you all help, we can make a really big room to keep them out.” “Why don’t you come with us,” Tex said, talking to him like one would to a 5-year-old. “Wouldn’t you like to get out of here, buddy?” Jack stopped for a second, staring at the three. “We can leave now?” he said, a leery expression on his face. “Is the scary man here?” Jack looked around nervously for Stag’s unfriendly face. “No, he’s gone,” Tex answered quietly, remembering the bump on his head. “Hey… buddy… it’s time to go…” Gravestone said, going along with their logic awkwardly, speaking to him as a child. “You want to go, right?” “Yes please. I wanna go now,” Jack said, smiling and hopping up fast. Elias looked over at Tex, who only shrugged his shoulders. Leading the way, Gravestone grabbed the blueprint as they continued to walk. As the four walked, Jack continued to mutter to himself in a fractured conversation, not making any sense to the other three men. Finally, they found themselves at a chain link framed door, with a rusted sign that said “Maintenance” in fading letters. Slowly, Elias pushed the door open, hearing as it creaked loudly open. Holding his finger up to his lips, Gravestone took point and slowly walked through the pipe and HVAC-filled area, the occasional hissing of steam escaping several pipes as they slowly walked around more and more of the clear slimy-looking puddles. “Fuck, you think this might be their den?” Tex whispered, pointing to the numerous puddles. Elias nodded, thinking exactly the same thing. Fear was quickly pooling in his stomach, as he wondered if they were in fact walking into the belly of the beast. As silently as they could, they slowly explored the large basement, passing various pieces of medical equipment, HVAC units and more boxes. Finally, the team made it to a large rusted-looking door, the sign above clearly stating “Maintenance Tunnel to Building 2 and 4.” Next to it, a green lit numerical keypad sat next to the handle. “Shit… do we have a code?” Tex said, pointing at the keypad. Suddenly, Jack started rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. “I know it… but… the monsters, they’ll come just like last time…” Jack said, nervously glancing all around. “He likes it down here… him and all the other nasty homo monsters. They like the warm and dark. They were so mean last time.” “He…. who is he… actually, you know what… just give us the code and we’ll keep you safe from him,” Elias said, quickly deciding to not overtax the already frail mind of Jack. “1, 2, 3, 4….” Jack said, rocking back and forth, hugging himself as he spoke in a sing-song-like tone. “5, 6, 7, 8… 1, 2, 3, 4… 5, 6, 7, 8…” “So much for that idea,” Tex sighed, shaking his head. “Fucking guy is truly looney tunes.” Elias slowly watched Jack to continue counting out loud, deciding to give the numbers a try. Firmly pressing 12345678, he almost laughed at the sheer stupidity of the code. “No fucking way…” Tex said, shocked as the indicator light turned from red to green. “Seriously… that's the code?” Pulling on the handle, Elias frowned as the rusted frame barely budged. Suddenly, a loud screech overhead broke the calmness of the basement as Zero’s voice broke out over the speaker. “Black Sigma, this is Zero in the security room. The primary liquidation team has just entered the building and will be at your location in five minutes. Repeat, the primary liquidation team is in the building.” Suddenly, multiple scream growls broke the relative silence of the basement. “NOOOOO NO NO NO NO!!!” Jack suddenly started screaming, clawing away as Tex tried to grab him. “I DON’T WANT THE SLIME! I DON’T WANT TO SEE HIM!” Several creatures came lumbering out of the room they had just checked, sniffing the air and looking around. Suddenly, three of the group of monsters turned and faced the soldiers, smiling and baring their sharp teeth. They almost seemed to chuckle as Jack suddenly ran at them, quickly pushing past the monsters as he ran away. Two of them gave chase after Jack and vanished from sight. “Shit!” Gravestone yelled, taking a defensive stance and pointing his weapon at the nearest monster. “You guys get the door open! I’ll cover you and get Zero.” Gravestone quickly put a tranquilizer into the nearest monster. For a moment, the team thought he was successful as the monster staggered, and gave a quick sleepy shake of its head. However, their hopes were quickly dashed as the monster simply looked down and calmly pulled the dart out of its chest, leaving a trail of thick black liquid dripping down its chest. It wiped the liquid away with its hand, before it looked back up at the men and seemed to smile even wider, drool pouring out of its mouth. It threw the dart away, and hissed at him. Turning around, Tex frantically began to tug at the door, slowly budging it an inch more open as air from the hallway rushed around the frame. The smiler calmly walked up to Gravestone, who tried to raise his gun to defend himself. Taking a massive swing, the monster slammed the man across the room, his head hitting one of the metal air vents with a solid thunk. “Commander!” Elias yelled, reaching out and trying to grab for the man, watching the entire scene in horror. Suddenly, Tex was finally able to fully open the door, pulling it open with a resounding metallic slam. Grabbing Elias, he pulled him away as the monster’s claws sliced through the cloth of Elias’ jacket, causing him to scream out in pain. Pulling the both of them as hard as he could, he grabbed the heavy door behind them, slamming it shut as the the monsters began to bang hard on the other side. Both men doubled over in shocked silence, their gasps hard and fast as they looked at the door in horror and astonishment. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Slowly, Stag woke up, feeling somewhat groggy as the effects of the saliva finally wore off. An intense pain in the ass was the first thing he noticed. Looking behind him, he watched as the Alpha smiled down at him, slamming hard and fast inside of his ass. His arms were pinned to the floor making a T-shape by Patch on one side, and Pixel on the other. He instinctively tried to press himself up, but their grip was too strong, and he found he couldn’t move an inch. “Wakey, wakey… pretty boy…” the Alpha said, grunting as he continued to slam hard and fast in Stag’s ass. Stag groaned in pain and pleasure as his abdomen cramped up, feeling full of liquid like someone was flooding his insides. “Time for a second round,” the Alpha growled out, as a sharp pinching sensation shot through Stag’s core, forcing him to gasp out in pain and pleasure as he felt the infection start to take hold. Looking to one side at his hand, he watched as his veins plumped and skin already started to take on the sickly grey pallor. A euphoric smile spread across Stag's face, feeling the sudden rush as he felt his heart begin to race, and the room took on a hazy glow. Satisfied, the Alpha withdrew from Stag’s ass, leaving a gaping hole in its absence as a pool of thick black cum slowly drooled out of Stag’s ass. His comrades released him, and made space for the Alpha. Reaching back, Stag felt his hole, smiling as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. The act surprised him, and left him wondering what had compelled him to do this. It had never previously occurred to him to taste the juices. Looking up, he watched as the Alpha spoke to a group of the creatures, unable to make out what they were saying in his muddled state of mind. The Alpha suddenly turned around and pulled Stag by the chin, licking his face with its large forked tongue before shoving it into his mouth. Stag again was surprised to find himself enjoying the feeling, rubbing his tongue alongside the Alpha’s. The taste was slightly metallic, and Stag couldn’t drink enough of the fluid as it transferred mouths. He would now be tasting this for a lifetime. “Hope you enjoy the ride, boy… The infection is going to set in fast this way,” the creature growled, suddenly releasing its grip on his chin as it walked away. “Just remember, this is what you asked for. And remember our deal. I expect you to come through.” Stag frowned at the parting words, when the group of smilers suddenly walked over and one knelt down, roughly shoving its glistening black cock deep inside Stag’s already brutalized guts without any words. Letting out a scream, Stag fought back tears as the monster quickly got to work.

I can’t stand condoms so as soon as I heard about undetectable I started only fucking with poz ud guys, but before that i almost never used condoms. After almost becoming poz about 18 years ago where I went through much of the initial shock and emotions, when it turned out I was neg I was no longer scared of it and I love getting poz cock nowadays

Sorry for the delay - here is the continuation of “ Selling my Status” Chapter 2: The Long Week The next seven days were the longest of my life. It was a bizarre purgatory, suspended between my old self and the new one I had so recklessly, chemically agreed to become. The morning after my visit to Matt’s, I woke up with a crushing headache and a dry, chemical taste in my mouth. The memories of the night flooded back in a nauseating wave: the smoke, the commands, the camera’s unblinking eye, the toilet swirling with my future. A sharp, cold panic seized me. What had I done? I scrambled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened my banking app. The rational part of my brain, the part that was screaming, knew it was a scam. There would be no money. I had just thrown away my health for a drug-fueled fantasy and a promise from a stranger. But the balance was there. Not the $50,000, but a pending wire transfer for $10,000. A subject line: Good faith. Don’t disappoint me. The panic didn't vanish, but it mutated. It was now tangled with a terrifying, thrilling sense of commitment. It was real. The money was real. He was real. The days that followed were a study in cognitive dissonance. By daylight, I was a normal guy. I went to work at my bland office job, answered emails, attended meetings. I was quiet, withdrawn. My colleagues must have thought I was coming down with something. In a way, I was. I was incubating. But inside, a constant, low hum of anxiety and… anticipation… thrummed through me. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leapt into my throat. It was never him. He was silent, letting the tension build. He owned the silence as much as he owned the promise. My body felt different. Without the daily ritual of the blue pill, I felt raw, exposed, vulnerable. I’d catch myself staring into space, imagining what it would feel like. The conversion. The moment of transmission. The thought should have horrified me. And it did. But late at night, alone in my bed, it was the only thing that could bring me to a shuddering, shame-filled climax. I was becoming the character I’d played for his camera. On the fifth day, a package arrived at my door. No return address. Inside was a single, small box of a popular brand of protein bars. Taped to the inside of the lid was a negative test result. His. Recent. And a note, scrawled on thick, expensive cardstock: *Getting everything ready for you. Be clean. Be ready. *- M* The message was clear. The transaction was proceeding. He was confirming his own status to assure the "purity" of the product. I was the product. The finality of it, the clinical coldness mixed with the dark intimacy, left me breathless. I slid to the floor, the test result in my hand, and cried. I wasn't sure if they were tears of fear or of relief.

First a quick background about me. For stead my first cock when I was 19 it changed me forever addicted to cock ever since. Had my first true Dom in my mid twenties which lasted about a year. Pretty much completely broke me and threw me down the sub rabbit hole. Had some on and off relationships with other dogs over the years and sucked off crazy amount of strangers cocks. Now in my mid 40s I have two Doms that I service on a very regular basis. I would never get hard while being penetrated but what always get hard while sucking cock. I have noticed that especially being used as often as I am between my current two doms, that my balls will slowly ooooze and empty (ive never full on CAME from anal) Once they send me home, my balls are empty, but Im still HORNEY, but alot of the times could not jerk off, since I would stay limp. One of my current Doms hates when I get hard, and any time I barely get hard he will beat and squeeze me balls till im limp again. He has been very strict about this for about 6 months now, and lately, I cant get hard at all. I am, well, was, a chronic masturbator, so I have mixed feelings about this. Its frustrating, but I cant help but also be turned on by the thought that, these Doms could have conditioned me to be this way? I honestly dont think its a case of simple ED, has anyone else experienced this? Have I actually been conditioned and trained to be so sub that I now stay limp?

I was fucking a guy recently and dropped the f-bomb while I was breeding him. It almost instantly caused him to moan and shoot his load. Afterwards he mentioned that he loved how degraded it made him feel. What about the rest of you faggots? 😉

I totally agree. While I’m otherwise masculine looking and acting, Alpha tops have made accept that it’s my role to give up the last shred of masculinity and manhood to enhance theirs, and that I am at my best when I exclusively give up my mind and body to please a real man who’ll ultimately use me and breed me as he pleases. And for this I’m grateful.

Tom and Sam were a happy couple. They had been together for eight years. Both 32 years old. Tom was the top in the relationship. Sam loved bottoming Tom. Thou lately Sam had been traveling for work which was putting a strain on their relationship. “You just got back three days ago.” Tom said. “Can’t you tell them you need some rest?” “I will” Sam answered. “I promise.” “You said that a few months ago.” “And you weee supposed to be away for a week.” “You were gone for a month.” Tom said. “I miss you when you’re gone.” “I know.” “I miss you too.” “But we need the money.” Sam said. “And right now, you’re not working.” “I can’t believe you would throw it into my face.” “I’ve been looking everywhere for a job.” Tom shot back. “I don’t want to argue with you right now Tom.” Sam answered. “I have to catch a flight in a few hours.” “I’ll be back on the 9th.” “The 9th?” Asked Tom. “The party that Andy and Joe are throwing is on the 6th.” “We told them we be there.” Tom said. ”I have to work.” Sam said. “I’m going to have to miss it.” ”You missed it last year too.” Tom said annoyed. ”Just go.” Tom went to the party. Andy and Joe throw a hell of a party. There was one guy there that Tom hadn’t met. His name was Dick. He was 54 years old skinny thin balding. Tom and Dick hit it off. “Why are you here alone?” “ good looking guy like you would have a boyfriend.” Dick asked. ”I do.” “But Sam is traveling for work.” “It seems like that’s all he does.” Tom said. “I’m sorry Dick.” “I don’t mean to lay my problems on you.” Tom said softly. “It’s ok” Dick said. “Let me get you another drink.” Dick squeezed Tom’s knee and rubbed his back through his shirt. Then got up and got Tom his fourth drink. Who at this point was buzz. Joe and Andy let Tom crash in the basement. Dick had the bedroom in the basement. Unaware that either knew the other was in the basement. Tom had gotten undressed, wearing just his briefs. Dick came out of the bathroom naked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that anyone was down here.” Dick said. Tom nodded. Surprised to see how thin dick was. “Well let me head to bed.” Dick stopped and kiss Tom softly on his lips. “Good night.” Tom said. Tom was drunk that he hadn’t felt Dick pat his ass when he kissed him. He did notice Dick’s cock. But didn’t get why he was so thin. But didn’t think about asking him about it. Dick came out wearing his underwear. “Do you want to watch tv?” Dick asked. “Sure” Tom answered. They started watching tv. Dick started rubbing Tom’s back. He asked Tom if he wanted a massage. Tom agreed. The massage was making Tom hard. Dick slowly removed Tom’s underwear. Dick then took off his. Dick kissed Tom’s neck then kissed him passionately on his lips. Tom loved the affection and the touching. Too drunk to even think about Sam. Enjoying another man’s attention. Even if he was 21 years older. Dick was hard. “Tom suck my dick.” He ordered the drunken young man. Tom did has he was told. Tom sucked Dick’s cock for over ten minutes. Dick then took Tom had him lie on his back. Tom and Dick kissed. Dick ate out Tom’s ass. He slowly put his dick inside the drunken young man’s ass. Tom and Dick never broke eye contact. Thrusting in and out of Tom’s ass. Dick flipped Tom over and Fucked him doggie style “Oh my fucking god!” Tom said Dick’s dick felt good inside of him. “Where do you want me to cum?” Dick asked. “fucking cum inside me!” Tom said. “You sure?” Dick said. ”Yes, I’m fucking sure! Tom said. “Ahhh shit!” “I’m cunning!” Dick shouted served loads shot deep inside of Tom. Dick’s cock was deep into Tom’s guts. Dick fell asleep on top of Tom leaving his dick inside the unsuspecting young man’s ass. The next morning Tom woke up naked, hungover. And a very sore ass. Dick had left earlier that morning. Tom saw a miss call from Sam. Feeling guilty of his one night stand with Dick. Andy told Tom that Dick has full blown AIDS and didn’t have much time. ”Shit” Tom said to himself. Knowing now he was going to have to get tested. And have to tell Sam. Tom told Sam what had happened. Tom got tested and tested positive and Sam would stay with Tom and work through their problems

My friend who also doubles as my big bro. It’s a good 8-9” long and fat with a nice curve. But what is influential is that he constantly tells me that he will knock me up with it when thinks it’s time. So it will change my life when he does do it

My mom caught me sucking the next door neighbor when I was 16. He used to give me cigarettes for sucking him off lol. She never really said anything but I know she watched us

This was taken about 40 minutes ago.

What a weekend it was. For some time now, I've been regularly meeting a man I met on Grindr. You could say we're building a relationship. He's a 62-year-old Norwegian (retired and divorced, gay). Maybe I'll write about how we met someday, but currently, our relationship is as follows: we meet mainly on weekends – he lives in another city and usually flies in to see me. This weekend, I went to see him. On Friday, around 3 p.m., he picked me up at the airport. We kissed for a while in the car, and I gave him a little blowjob, but he didn't want to do it because he knows I love a good creampie, so he'd been loading his cum for a few days. when we got to his apartment (he has an apartment in the city center - with several bedrooms and bathrooms) - I immediately went to freshen up after the trip. He joined me in the shower, where we kissed passionately, and finally he inserted his thick, 18-centimeter cock into me. We moved to the bedroom, where we played for several minutes, until he finally ejaculated inside me as I rode him. Then we rested for a while and went to a bar for a drink – my lover loves it when I wear a thong – so he gave me a new, sexy pair and asked me to put them on. After returning from the bar, slightly drunk, we made love again, and once again he ejaculated deeply inside me. In the morning, I woke him up with a BJ, we had breakfast, and we went shopping to get ready, as his friends were visiting us today – mainly to meet me (it wasn't meant to be an orgy – my partner claims I'm the one and he doesn't need any more happiness). His friends also visited us in the evening. They were - a hetero couple in their 60s, very nice and young people in spirit (I am 30), a gay couple in their 40s and one gay friend, 52, also divorced - 190 cm, about 100 kg, very athletic, balding, with a slight beard. As is common at every house party, there was a fair amount of alcohol, questions, and self-talk. My partner hugged me a lot in front of others, and we kissed occasionally—no one had a problem with it, although the single man always looked at us with excitement. I also noticed he was staring at me intently when I bent over and my thong was visible. I also get very horny after drinking, so I decided to be a little provocative. I had to do it discreetly so my boyfriend wouldn't notice. So when this lonely man went out to the balcony to smoke, I followed him, asked for a cigarette, and sat down close to him, so my leg was touching his. We chatted a bit, laughed, and I deliberately leaned over the railing to see my ass, with my thong sticking out, in his direction. He then told me I had a damn sexy ass. I laughed and kissed him on the neck. Then, increasingly under the influence of alcohol, in the apartment or on the balcony, I grabbed him around the crotch a few times, and he grabbed my ass. Everyone wanted to go to sleep, so I cuddled up to my boyfriend and we started kissing. When I found only me in the living room, he and his friend were in the kitchen, I then sat on top of my boyfriend and started rubbing my ass against his cock. He said we were going to bed – for an obvious reason – and the lonely friend was supposed to sleep in the living room. When my boyfriend went to the bathroom, I told the other guy I'd have a quick fuck with my boyfriend and come over when he fell asleep. So we did – in fact, after a few minutes of blowjob, my boyfriend squirted and immediately fell asleep. Then I went out to the living room and told the other guy to go to the balcony. When we got out, he sat on the sofa and I started sucking his cock – it was wonderfully thick, about 17 cm, with a big head. I knew we couldn't risk it, so after a while of blowjob, I took off my cock and sat on it. After a few minutes of sex and kissing, he leaned me against the railing, took my panties aside, and fucked me from behind. When he came, his whole body tensed, and he grabbed my ass like no one had ever done before. We went back to bed, and in the morning, my boyfriend was fucking me in the ass while his friend's cum dripped down my backside.

I took my last two loads on Saturday last 8/23/25. It was a hook up off off grindr. I started talking with this hot guy and after 10 mins he sends me his location and tells me he can host. I drove about 15 minutes and arrived at his place and we immediately go into his bedroom. He brings up status right away asking if I was negative and on prep. I told him yes. He replied the reason I ask is. He was positive and detectable. I was put off at first. He said that he understood if I wanted to leave. But I stayed. I liked the guy and I figured we'd talk awhile and the mood would pass. But it didn't, he pulled out his uncut cock, it was very nice, about 6-7 inches but as thick as a coke can. I started suck him. After a 5 or so minutes, he got up and started pulling off my pants. Before I knew it my ass was in the air and he squirted some lube and he slid right in. It felt amazing. He fucked me doggy while then rolled me over holding my legs high in the air and started pounding me again. We fucked like that awhile then he pulled out and turned around pushed my legs down folded me all most in half and pushed his cock in my again and started raising up and down. Few minutes later he turned around grabbed my ankles. He entered me and said I'm all most there. I said Ok. He then thrusted deep and moaned. He gave me a four day load. We talked about 15 minutes or so and asked if I would drive him to the store so I did. While he went in I stayed in the car waiting. I could feel his load running out of my ass, it was a huge turn on. He got back into the car and I told him. He thought it was so hot. He made a phone call and was talking with the person then asked if I would take him there. So I did. He told me to come up to the apt. with him. When we got to the door the guy answered and we went in. The guy was a friend of my new friend and wasn't long we were all naked. I was sucking of the first guy and the new guy was barebacking me. He was about 7" cut to very nice head on him. Ted was the first guys name he tells me Manny (the new guy) was newly positive with a HVL. The words are barely out of his mouth when Manny cums deep in my ass. We spend the rest of the day fucking. I got two more loads from each. It was a great fun filled day. We already made plans for next weekend. Can't wait.

Hello there, chapter II is here 🙂 WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? CHAPTER 2 The situation unfolded rapidly from then on. Helpless Hank felt two spits on his hole and immediately, something big started to push in. This is insane, Hank thought. Although he gave up fighting and knew that his ass will not come out of this unhurt, feeling a monster dick pushing to his hole made him think it’s physically impossible for such cock to be able to penetrate him. Yet another mistake of Hank. Within several seconds, the monster cockhead popped into his hole. „Mmmmph,“ he tried to yell from the the pain which he felt, but the ballgag prevented him from making much noise. However, while Hank did feel some pain, it was nothing unbearable and he couldn’t help but wondering how come that Mike’s dick entered him so easily. Then it came. Hank felt one big thrust and third of Mike’s cock was inside him. The instinct made Hank yell from pain, but again the ballgag did its work and prevented any significant noise. With second thrust, another third of Mike’s cock got in. Hank again had to try to yell, but the pain felt no worse than with just one third of Mike’s cock. It only took two or three seconds for Mike to push one more time and his thick eight incher was in Hank’s ass balls deep. Hank felt absolutely humiliated once he felt Mike starting to fuck him hard. Here he was, alpha bastard who is used to dominate everyone, handcuffed and bent over the desk, being fucked by some black brute. But apart from humiliation, he also felt sorry for his behaviour towards the petite clerk which got him here at first place. Hank was very much aware that he’s hot headed and it often brings him troubles. With his alpha power, he was used to come of such situations as winner after all, but often at night when he was laying in his bed, some serious questioning of his own behaviour got to his head. He couldn’t help it though, and next day he again acted like a total asshole. So now it’s clear, he thought, an asshole like me can only have his asshole fucked to learn a lesson. He couldn’t unhide his sensitive side to anyone though, especially to these two, he thought, and tried his best to make it clear that he does not like the situation, while still being aware that he has no chance to resist. At one point, he thought that maybe squeezing his ass as hard as possible will make the fucking less comfortable for Mike. But he’s been on mistaking streak and again was wrong. „Yeah,“ Mike screamed in pleasure,“ do that again and harder, bitch! I love tight holes!“ Bad take, Hank realized and naively thought of trying it the other way, relaxing his hole as much as it was physically possible, considering the discomfort of having some dick in his ass. „Trying it the other way, huh?“ Mike asked and continued: „No problem, Pete and I will love to double penetrate you once you’re relaxed enough!“ Hank’s first instinct was to panic, not knowing what to do. He was slowly sinking to some serious self-pity. He felt terrible, sinking so low that it disgusted him. He almost wanted to cry while feeling the huge hard cock in his ass and big black balls hitting his prostate. Drowning in self pity thoughts, the tactile cells of his body highlighted the feel of the balls which repeatedly hit his prostate significantly. Between all those thoughts, it was just slap – slap – slap, repeated again and again. Hank felt absolutely disgusted as he felt those hits, so much that it was starting to seem to him that he’s about to vomit. Oh great, Hank thought, not only that I have to go through this fucking madness, not I’m about to throw up, oh no...this can’t happen! He was prepared for the worst, but tried his best to not to think about it, hoping that the feeling will pass. He was trying his best to not think of the balls which repetedly slapped his prostate, but it was not possible. The more he tried, the more his mind was focused on it. Hank felt lost and turned to his last resort. This alpha bastard prayed, trying to send the polite request to the universe asking for some relief. It worked instantly. However, not really the way that Hank expected. Suddenly, the big balls slapping his prostate stopped feeling disgusting. Instead, Hank was mindblown as it suddenly felt nice. This can’t be, he thought, but focusing on it more, it was clear that it suddenly makes him feel good. One slap, second one then third...yup, it suddenly started feeling really amazing. Trying to scream with ballgag a minute ago, Hank was now seriously silent as something unexpected gives him such sensation. What’s more, realizing that he has this huge black dick in his hole, Hank suddenly got aware that this huge hard dick feels good inside him, too…at that point, Hank shockingly realized that it’s already been several minutes since he started humping against this black alpha top and wants him to fuck harder. He did his best to turn his head to face Mike. Upon doing so, their eyes met and Mike knew immediately. „Seems like your turning point is here, bitch.“ he said and started fucking Hank brutally. „Mmmmmm,“ sounded again from Hank. This time, it was the sound of ectasy. Hank then turned his head again to face Pete, as he now knew this petite man is named. Again just upon their eyes meeting, Pete knew. „OK, but no bites,“ he said and removed the ballgag from Hank’s mouth. Hank had no intention to bite. He already acknowledged that being fucked feels amazing. Knowing that made him curious, but already sure that sucking cock will feel equally good. As he watched Pete unbuckling his belt, a bit of saliva uncontrollably poured out from the corner of Hank's mouth. Oh no, I'm a faggot, he thought. TO BE CONTINUED

It was a little before two o'clock when my hunky married texted to say he out front in front of job. Told my supervisor I was headed out to lunch. I rushed out front, looked for his work van and got in. As I was getting my cock out, he was taking his out. Ever since he made himself a cockring, his cock has gotten so hard and bigger. As he made a left going on the freeway, I crawled up to him and began sucking his beautiful cock. He loves it when I do it while he's driving. We finally get to the park. Of course it's a beautiful day and everyone is out. He turns off the van, waits to see if it's clear and crawls back to me and begins to suck me. He does this for a few minutes and lays down on his side so I can fuck him. Since we have no lube, we have to use lotion. We do one quick look and notices a police car not too far away. We say screw it and begin fucking. He voices how much he loves my black cock inside him. I pound his ass quickly because for one I'm horny and two I'm scared of getting caught by patrons and or the police. His ass is so warm on my cock. But a few quick thrusts, I cum inside him. He voices he wishes we were at my place. One more quick look and he tells me to get behind him. I do as I am told. I have to remind him not to shake the van and draw any attention. Once we're done he goes back into the driver seat while I'm pulling up my pants. Another fine day at the park!😜

And to add to that, once you go bare you won't go back. I fucked bare and never put a condom on again! Guys wanted me to fuck them and I said no if they wanted it "safe." Bare is the only way to go. I'm sure the men here agree!!

This story is a continuation to the original “Selling my Status” which had been start by a former. The member closed their account so the remains unfinished and in limbo. I have resurrected the story below but as a nod to the original story and discussion here is the link … Originally - “Selling my StaruS” I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it outbecause that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again,didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, andlet out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.

I'm really glad I found this thread. Serving the top and satisfying them also involves degradation as a means of arousing the top. I love being used sexually to satisfy the whims of a top.

I was three times in Berlin and first I had a very similar experience like Jake, second the difference was only that I was also top. Finally it was mostly about slamming and fisting.

I used to keep count of the women I fucked (a total of 50 ) and kept count of the number of men who fucked me (a total of 10) but I stopped counting the men I fucked once I got past 200 and discovered the pleasures to be had in ABS and saunas. Just estimating based on my many years of barebacking there must have been over 1000.

No. However, I don't want to feel masculine. I want the top fucking me to feel that

Same with me, just an object for the Top's pleasure, the more they make me feel like an object the better

A black guy, with huge dick gave a huge load. I love when my ass is dripping.

I've been traveling a lot, and getting my fair share of sex since last spring, but found myself back at home in Portland and horny the weekend before my 56th birthday. I had almost decided to skip the frustration of trying to get laid in the PNW this weekend. I had either fucked or been fucked every night my last week in Hawaii, so I wasn't desperate. I had flown the red eye back from Honolulu Thursday night, and still put in a 10 hour day on Friday, so it was Saturday morning before I figured out it was cool and rainy here in Portland (it normally doesn't rain between the 1st week in July and the 1st week in September here). Guys here usually fuck even less when it is warm and sunny outside than they do when it is cool and rainy. So I decided to role the dice and go to the blackout party at Steam (Hawks was having some kind of trans fetish event). I arrived just before 8 pm and had a hard time finding a parking place, and noted that there were a lot of out of state plates while searching for a parking space, another good sign. Then had to wait in line for 20 minutes just to get in. On the way to my locker to strip down I noted there were actually holes on offer in one of the play areas but no fucking, so I was boned up by the time I was naked. Since I was already freshly showered, I went immediately to the play area I had seen holes being offered and by this time they had a top going from hole to hole and for a change none of the 3 bottoms insisted he go take a shower between holes, so I joined him in sampling the 3 bottoms and wound up having him fuck me as well, and then got fucked by a 2nd guy before deciding to head to the playroom with the sling. Since the sling was empty I hopped right in and when I went to apply more spit to my hole, discovered I was already bred. For a change I wasn't completely ignored in the sling, I had 2 guys come up and suck my cock briefly, and at the same time had a black guy come up beside me and offer his cock to me to suck and found me cummy hole with his hand. Once he was hard he shooed off the cock sucker that was still working on me, gave my hole a brief licking and started plowing me hard and fairly quickly gave me breeding number 2. By this point, we had cleared the playroom, and I was super hard so I went back to the playroom and sunk my dick into the super loose wet hole I had been in earlier and dropped my 1st load of the night. After a short break, I went back to the bigger playroom and had several guys fuck me until I was hard again and started fucking one of the other bottoms that had been on all fours next to me on the bench. Almost immediately the 1st guy that fucked me came up and shoved his dick in my ass while I was fucking, my absolute favorite fucking position. Unfortunately the other bottom didn't take the hint that he needed to get a little lower so I could squat a little bit for the shorter guy that was fucking me from behind, and I broke it off since I was having too hard of time keeping the pole in my hole while keeping my pole in the other hole. So I went back to my position on the bench hoping the guy who had been fucking me would follow, he didn't he stepped up and fucked the bottom I had just vacated and 3 other guys fucked my hole a little with him fingering my sloppy hole if it didn't have a cock in it. Once the 3rd guy pulled out of me the 1st top finally switched back to my hole and asked me if I wanted his load and quickly bred me. Once he pulled out I licked him clean and made out with him for a bit before he headed to the showers to go home, and I decided to breed the other bottom. After a nice break, my next fun happened in the sling playroom, a large group had formed someone was in the sling getting fucked, several guys were fucking on the bench and around the room. A shorter twink came up and started sucking my dick and fingering my now very sloppy hole, before he started fucking me. Before to long he pulled out and backed up on my once again hard dick and I fucked him for a while until he said he needed a break. Around that same time the guy getting fucked in the sling got bred and hopped out, and a curly headed guy hopped in and started getting fucked by a guy who had fucked me several times. He pulled out and another guy took his place, a shorter older guy with a huge dick pulled out of a twink on the bench and walked up behind me and I impaled myself on his dick and got bred by him at the same time the curly headed guy got bred in the sling. The curly headed guy motioned for me to take my turn in his hole and after a long fuck I gave him my third load of the night. After 3 loads and being just days short of my 56th birthday, I figured I was done topping for the evening, but stayed knowing I could continue to get fucked. I had took a couple dicks on the bench in the bigger playroom when I started getting fucked hard by a black guy with dreads and a big dick, I'm not absolutely sure, but think he bred me. Not too long afterward I saw him get bred on the upper level of the suck ramp and asked him if he wanted more and wound up fucking and breeding him on the bench for my 4th load of the night. I stayed another couple of hours and took several more dicks, including the black guy with dreads in the private sling room, but unfortunately he couldn't stay hard very long. Eventually a guy my age started fucking me in the playroom sling and shot a 4th confirmed load in me and I called it a night. My balls were empty and my hole was as loose and cummy as it had been since my weekend in Palm Springs back in June. All in all a really great night of debauchery for my birthday weekend, and a phenomenal of fucking by local standards.

I’ve been married to my wife for just over three years. Before getting married, thru my late 20’s I knew that there was some level of sexual attraction I had towards men, I could definitely feel it, but was never really compelled enough to act on it or explore it further. A year into my marriage it was like a switch inside of me was flipped and I started getting really turned on by gay porn, I began fantasizing about being with older men, getting used, being totally submissive and creating a completely secret and separate, totallly opposite sex life from the one I shared with my wife… it started with posting innocent ads on CL just looking for attention from the guy types i was turned on by, to having multiple guys I’d communicate with and exchange dirty messages with when my wife wasn’t around. Eventually the constant fantasizing and regular conversations with real guys who wanted to play with me became a temptation that I’d struggle with. I was terrified to get caught by my wife or anyone for that matter, I couldn’t imagine what would happen to my life if any of what I was doing were to get out, and as much as I wanted to explore being with another man I knew that it would be a risk that I couldn’t take if something were to happen where I brought home an STD or worse. As time went on the temptations, the urges and the desire i had inside of me just continued to grow stronger, and my fantasies grew kinkier and riskier. The guys I’d chat with didn’t make it any easier, most of them were much older horny dirty perverts just waiting for their opportunity and chance to get with me and subject me to their filth. They would all have different things they were into and share the types of things that they’d do to and with me if I were to ever give them the chance. The scenarios and ideas they’d fill my head with was getting kinkier and more intense and eventually it became what I was really attracted to and turned on the most by. Before I knew it I was fantasizing about being used in every sleazy, filthy, nasty way possible by a bunch of different dirty older men, all of which I knew would 100% jump at the opportunity if I ever told them I wanted to make something happen. I began obsessing and craving the things that only existed in my fantasies, like letting guys fuck me, use me and treat me like a total slut… being tricked, coerced or forced into giving myself up completely raw, letting anyone put their cum in me if they wanted to, and having every single aspect of what happens be focused on making me feel like the biggest dirty slutty mindless whore… I found myself thinking of different ways that I could sneak around behind my wife’s back to hookup with a guy and how I could pull off being the slut I was yearning to be while still keeping it an airtight secret… my creativity started to scare me when I realized how easy it could be to actually make things a reality and act on my fantasies without my wife being suspicious or suspect anything at all. it was only a matter of time before I let my horniness and all the constant pent up sexual energy and pressure cause me to give in and have a lapse in judgment that puts me in the kind of situation and position where it’s almost too easy to be taken advantage of… i ended up letting my guard down with a guy I’d been chatting with since the very start of when my feelings emerged. There wasn’t a thing we hadn’t talked about or shared with each other about what we would do or try if we were to ever meet, so I knew what I could be up against and all the possibilities that getting together could include and just how kinky and dirty his mind was. He was in his 50’s, divorced, lived alone and was always horny, he told me that he messes around with other people regularly and has always used that to convince me to play with him. He was probably the most perverted out of all the older guys I talked to and also the one ive always felt the most afraid of exposing myself to bc I knew it would probably be the riskiest choice I could possibly make. At the same time there was this insane attraction and pull towards him that made me feel helpless and unable to resist, I’ve never felt hornier and more turned on by anything else in my life, and he knew this. So when I snuck away from my wife for the first time to be with another guy, he made sure that experience would belong to him. From the very moment the door closed behind me after stepping foot inside his place, he made sure I got to really feel like his slut and be treated like one every second that he had me in his possession. From being put on my knees and stripped naked right inside the front door and immediately having my face smothered by his cock and huge sack of balls I knew i was gonna leave full of regret but so satisfied. The hour that I promised I would give myself to him for turned into a three hour session after innocently letting him place my wrists ankles and neck in cuffs and a collar and being told that I was his sex servant and he would hold me in captivity for as long as he likes. Although I didn’t expect for it to happen like that, he made sure I experienced so many different aspects of my fantasies that we talked about leading up to my visit… but he made a point to do it all the way he liked and made it all about his pleasure. He gave me my first facefucking, used my throat while I was tied down and couldn’t move away or push him off when I started to gagging and choking… I had my ass eaten and teased for much longer than I could handle, my balls held onto and squeezed tightly while my ass cheeks were slapped and smacked hard over and over. Any contact he had with me was forceful and rough and I was constantly being held onto, grabbed, squeezed or manhandled in some way while simultaneously being used to provide him with sexual pleasure. At one point I knew The thing I was both most excited about but terrified of was probably gonna happen bc of how I was restrained on the bed. I was face down and My wrists were tied behind my back, my legs open with my feet pushed apart and ankles secured making it impossible for me to move the lower half of my body around more than a wiggle. The moment I felt each of his hands on my ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and pulling them apart so my hole was stretched out fully exposed, open and vulnerable, I began wondering if I had made a huge mistake by doing all of this, that I should have never even thought of cheating on my wife especially in such a sleazy risky dirty way and with someone I knew was a pig and a [banned word]… As I expected, I was gonna have to feel like a stupid little slut when I took my very first cock in my ass and given my first fuck. Between the globs and streams of lube I had squirted between my cheeks and being spit on I was a wet juicy dripping mess before even feeling the warmth of his cock at my hole. My face was buried into the bed and even if I tried to turn I couldn’t look back far enough to see what was happening. He asked if I wanted him to wear a condom to be safe and give me peace of mind whenever I go to fuck my wife the next time. I was a little shocked but said yes, that I would definitely rather not go raw especially my first time doing this. He then told me that what I want doesn’t matter to him and he’s gonna fuck however he wants to fuck and it’d feel so much better for him if he got to start fucking my hole, leaving me in a state of worry and panic wondering how my hole was being used. It was an incredible rush and made me hornier than I could imagine but I was still pretty nervous. Being the dirty [banned word] that he was, he promised me that he could easily make my first fuck something I’d never forget if I wanted him to. I knew he was about to tease and taunt me and use the power and control he has over me while I’m helpless and completely at his mercy. The verbal teasing immediately turns into a reality when I feel my hole being overwhelmed from the intense pressure of being stretched open and penetrated by his huge head. He’s chuckling and talking dirty from behind me and all I can do is moan and try desperately squirming around beneath him. I can tell he’s loving the reaction he’s getting outta me with only the tip of his cock. Even though he was easing himself into me really slow, I was still struggling with the pain of being opened up. I felt him sink his entire head into me and could feel the ridge of his head slip inside me before stopping. He tells me to relax and that it’s gonna be fine and there’s nothing to worry about. Then he asks if I can tell whether he’s wearing a condom or not by the way it feels… I say no and tell him this is all new to me and I have no idea what to expect or what it’s going to feel like. He leaves me plugged with his head for a few moments and lets me get used to the feeling of having him inside me. When he senses that I’m a little more relaxed he tells me that he’s surprised that I actually followed through with coming over and cheating on my innocent oblivious unsuspecting wife situation. He teases me asking what she would think of her husband if she could see me right now, face down in a strangers bed with my hands and ankles tied and another man’s cock in my ass…. He tells me that even though he’s loving the fact that he’s getting to make a slut out of a young naive married virgin boy, it’s wrong of me to do this to my wife and I should feel ashamed for allowing my horniness and a fantasy to cause me to stray into risky potentially dangerous territory. I feel gradual pressure building around my hole and realize he’s plunging in deeper. I’m so caught up by the sensations throbbing between my cheeks that I don’t realize him reach over and pick his phone up off the bed while chuckling. He tells me that my ass looks even tighter thru his phone cameras lens. I immediately start to beg and plead for him to stop recording and that I’m not okay with him getting me on video like this. There’s no response but I can still see the brightness of the flash being on from behind me and know he’s still filming.

So many I have no idea, I sure at least 500 or so fuck me and I never seen their face. I assume they had one. I got fuck 32 times one night a GI Joe in Montreal.

Personally I love it when a man doesn't ask permission. I've had scenes like this play out in similar situations where I'm sucking cock and the top just pulls me up, turns me around and shoves his cock up my ass. They can tell I'm a submissive cum hole and that there's no need to bother to ask. One of my favorites was the time a buddy and I were talking and he got a call he needed to take. I thought nothign of him getting up and walking over to where I was sitting while he talked on the phone. The next thing I knew he'd pulled out his cock and was turning my head to shove it in my mouth. He came with a quiet grunt before he finished the call. I felt completely powerless and thoroughly used. It was great.

One of my fantasies is to be recorded while having my ass pounded.

Again, I wrote a big newpart for all of you guys. I hope you like this one again. This time, you will see how Jake gains an understanding of the whole hotel thing. It is even twisting things up from bottom to top... 😉 the first part is a conversation. I put the names in front of it, so there are no mistakes in who says what, to make it a bit easier for the readers. I wanted to write about the daddy event, but while writing, things came up, and it sort of made its own chapter. You know how it works... I really appreciate your public and private feedback; I'm getting. Thanks a lot. This keeps me writing. I also like the guessing you are doing. I still have some ideas on how the story can evolve. I'm trying to get new ideas and plots. I hope I don't disappoint with this part. Part 15 Leroy watches me turn around and starts walking with me. Isn't this fucking hot? He tells me. Leroy keeps chatting without any interruption. Leroy: Daddy's night. Well, I sure hope I get a date with that old daddy again; that first hotel fuck was so hot and rough. I definitely want him again. I really liked him. Huge cock, beard, his big belly, and his roughness. Fuck, he was good. I hope I don't get some ugly old skinny one, though if he can fuck... And that boy over there on stage... damn, he will get fucked. He will be leaking like hell. That punishment is really rough. But hey , he should have known ... Jake? What's up? Jake: Well, Leroy... I don't know if you've seen it... but that guy is Kayode. We became friends. Now Mark, who I had a crush on and went on a date with... is going to sleep with him... Have you seen his smart watch? Leroy: Oh, yeah, I did. It turned red... so? Jake: Well, it means he is HIV positive, Leroy... I dated him; we had sex ! He slept with me more than once and gave me his load... So... so... I might be positive now. Because of Mark ... He could have warned me; he should have told me... now I'm just... messed up... and fucking mad… Leroy: Well ... uhhh ... you could have known, Jake ... it's called Poz Hotel. So what did you think would happen here... and Mark ... he has a huge biohazard mark on his chest, so how could you not know? It means he's positive ... it's so big it almost shouts that he is out there to infect guys... he's proud of it. Jake: Oh yeah... I didn't know that back then, Leroy! It was my first time. I did not know... But... but... how do you know about the tattoo? He always had a shirt on when we met him in public... how?? Leroy: What did you think, Jake? Mark is here to hook up, to breed, and to infect guys. You thought you were the only one he slept with ? Really... Jake: No, what? You mean... you guys slept together too? Leroy: Sure, we did. More than once. He came over to my room on date night. I guess you were sleeping back then. And this morning, in the toilet just after our breakfast... Jake: He did what???? No... no... He had me this morning. Just after he came out of the toilets. Really ... he fucked you just then, and I was next? I sucked him, I tasted something…. So… was that you? I tasted you??? your hole??? And he fucked and bred me…. And date night? I heard screaming. I thought Mark went to the toilet and went back to sleep. Was it you? Were you yelling “poz me”? Leroy: Leroy starts to laugh. Yeah, I guess so, Jake . And I guess he pozzed us both, maybe... Jake: No... no... this cant be…. You guys cheated me.. you guys back stabbed me… especially mark. He just… used me… if I'm getting poz, I don't want it to be from him. He cheated on me... I... I... I didn't want to give him those credits. I don't want him to be part of me... what can I do??? Tears start to run down, over my cheeks, while my face is retting red from anger. Leroy: Leroy starts to laugh again. Well, there is only one way. Fuck with more poz tops. Let them breed you. The chances are that someone else will poz you up then. Or at least... it's harder to trace who pozzed you, so he won't get the credits for it. Jake: fuck…. Is that the only thing you can think of??? Nothing else?? And I'm really mad at you to, Leroy ... why did you take him between your legs too? You knew I liked him... you knew... Leroy: I'm here to fuck and to take it all, Jake. I know Mark is too. So I let him. It's not like you guys will be boyfriends afterward. That won't happen with him, Jake. Think about it. So why would I not take it then? Jake: I... I... know what you mean. I guess… I was just hoping on it… I wanted it to be… but if I see what Mark is doing… It feels really messed up ... please ... leave me a bit... I need to think... we'll speak later, Leroy. I'm just mad, confused, disappointed, heartbroken, and afraid. You might be right. But for now im just mad at you both. I don't want to fight you; I just need to get my mind set. Leroy: That's okay, Jake. I get it. We will talk soon, okay? We both walk different ways. Fuck. I'm really messed up by Mark... and Leroy… But maybe Leroy is right after all. And it is partly my own fault. I should have known. Leroy ... shit... I'm pissed, though he really has a point. I am taking a walk around the hotel. Clearing my mind and discovering more of the hotel. It is really big. Most places I have not been to yet. I come across multiple swimming pools, whirlpools, parks, a gym, and other sporting areas , different buildings, bars, dark rooms , a disco, food trucks, saunas, indoor pools, indoor gardens, themed restaurants, and so on. I walk to a park with some huge palm trees and some hot tubs, whirlpools, and a small swimming pool. There are not a lot of guests over here. It's a quiet area at the hotel. That’s just what I need now. There is a really nice bar too, so I take a drink there. Not just one, but many. To ease my mind further. I flirt a bit with the bartender, relax, and try to get my thoughts back together. I don't interact with anyone else; I just relax. I head into the whirlpool, with a drink in my hand. It's a bit of a remote whirlpool, so I don't have to interact with others, and I'm sure I don't see Leroy or Mark. The water is really nice; it feels hot. With a drink in my hand, this is truly relaxing. After a while, I see two guys watching me sometimes. It's not crowded, so it is noticeable that they are looking at me. They look Asian. We are looking at each other in the small open space where I have a clear view of this whirlpool. They are short, small but really cute. They really have nice bodies and wear black swim shorts. I guess somewhere in their 20s or 25s . It looks like they are together. Both seem to have the same shorts to. I see myself with Mark, in my head, just for a second. But I realize now this would never happen. He just slept with me and used my ass for his pleasure. Leroy is right about that part, I guess. But I still think Leroy has backstabbed me. He should not have fucked with Mark, and he should have told me earlier. I glance at the guys again; they are kissing, flirting, and it looks like they both have a bit of a bulge in their swim shorts. They are watching me too while they kiss, almost eye-fucking me. I'm not interested. I had my part with Mark and Leroy, so... I grab my drink and look the other way. I empty my glass and put it at the side of the whirlpool. I close my eyes for a bit and enjoy the sun and the bubbles from the whirlpool. After a while, I almost fall asleep in the whirlpool. But then I hear something. I open my eyes, and I see both the Asian guys stepping into my whirlpool. They laugh at me. "Do you mind?" they ask. I guess not. It's a public whirlpool, so. I tell them. We saw that your glass was empty, so we brought you a new drink too. We took some as well. And they handed it over to me. Well, thanks guys, I say, a bit surprised. They both sit down with me, just on the other side. I can see them smile; their legs are touching each other, and if I'm right, sometimes their hands are too. Are you guys together? I ask them; I'm Jake, by the way. Yeah, we are. We are Runchu and Jielong. We are together indeed. We are lovers. We are sorry, but we can't stay off each other in this heat. I can see their hands rubbing each other's legs underwater. That's okay, I tell them. I don't mind at all. Happy to see some guys all over with their boyfriends. Thanks, they say, and then they start to kiss each other right in front of my eyes... Photo of Jielong and Runchu I guess. I told them I don't mind... so... I gave them the free hand? They are touching each other's chests, rubbing their nipples, and sometimes their feet and legs are touching my legs to. I don't pull back; I just watch them making out. I can feel my own cock respond to it. They both see it too. "Glad you like," Jielong tells me, while he puts a hand on my leg underwater now. He is kissing his boyfriend's nipple. Runchu is getting his hand on my leg too, but soon is pressing it against my swimming shorts. He is feeling my cock through it, and it responds. I feel it getting harder and harder. They both look at me. "You like to join us? We never had a white guy before." I can only nod. In a second, both their heads are close to mine, kissing me on my lips. And not just me; they are both kissing each other too. We are having a threesome kiss. Our tongues are going wild, all over each other. This is really hot, this might just be the distraction I need. I think to myself. Kissing, tasting them, my head is spinning. Fuck, this is hot. And no one sees us; here is the back. I feel a hand getting into my shorts while I do the same to them. I have a cock in each of my hands. I feel them getting harder and harder. Damn. Should I do this? But why not... I slowly masturbate both of them underwater. their cocks sliding through my pans, slowly getting harder. Runchu stands up, with my hand still in his swimshort. "We like to let others watch and join," he tells me. "We like others to help us with our sexual desires, and we love putting on a show for them." "You can pull my swimwear off if you like, Jake," he smiles at me. I don't have to think twice and grab his swimwear, pulling it off in one thrust. His cock jumps out. He's rock hard. His cock is not the biggest I have seen, but it is really hot and hard. He tosses his shorts to the side of the whirlpool and then grabs his boyfriend's swimwear. He pulls it down, revealing a really hot, tight, round ass. one of the hottest I have ever seen. He pulls it off and tosses it out of the whirlpool too. I feel Jielong grabbing mine under water. I lift myself, and before I know it, it is on the side of the whirlpool too. Damn . We are all naked. Jielong bends forward and starts to kiss me while Runchu is getting back in the whirlpool. He kneels... his face at his boyfriend's ass. Runchu grabs my hands and guides them to Jielong's ass. I grab it. His ass is so round, smooth, and hot. My wet hands, let water drops, pour on his ass. "Pull it apart," Runchu asks me. I do as instructed, and then I see him bending forward. His face diving into his boyfriend's ass, his nose touching and his mouth at his hole. He starts to rim him. Jielong starts to moan while he kisses me. Moans escape our mouths. My eyes watch him, looking over his hot tanned back, to his ass, and into the eyes of his boyfriend, who is licking his hole. Meanwhile, he keeps wanking me underwater. I'm damn hard... but they are too. They are loving it and really making a show of it. I'm pulling his ass harder and harder, giving Runchu more and more space to lick his boyfriend , Jielong . I've never seen a guy lick a hole like this. So much passion. His tongue and mouth are licking through his ass crack. I can see he really likes to eat his boyfriend. Runchu is watching me in my eyes, eye-fucking me, checking if I'm watching him as he eats. His tongue is getting deeper up Jielong's hole, slowly making circles. Sometimes I hear some sort of kissing sounds from him. Meanwhile, Jielong keeps kissing me and moans softly. He loves to get his hole eaten, and he clearly loves it when others join in and watch. Jielong is a damn good kisser. Our tongues are wrestling in our mouths. After a few minutes, Runchu is standing up. His cock is rock hard, dripping from the water of the whirlpool. "Turn around," he tells to Jielong, who is happy to obey the command. A round, tight ass turns toward me. I clearly see a wet, sloppy pink hole that has just been rimmed by Runchu. It is hot as hell, and my cock responds to it. I never thought it would ... I'm a bottom ... but this... this is hot... "Open it up, Jake," Runchu tells me while he grabs the head of Jielong and pushes it over his cock. Jielong starts to suck him, deep-throating . His lips go to the base of the cock, and his chin gently touches his balls. "Come on," Runchu tells me. "Open up that hole... he wants you to... my boyfriend likes to be shared." I take my finger and place it on Jielong's hole. I feel the spit of Runchu and the heat of Jielongs hole. He is tight, but I can clearly see that Jielong is pushing his hole open to receive me. My mind is in doubt... does this make me like Mark? No... no... it does not... I'm not dating; they are not virgins , I'm not poz, at least... as far as I know for now... but maybe I am... but I guess I'm not toxic yet... and they want me to play... and its only fingering… so what can go wrong? What the fuck... should I care? No, I guess not... it's my holiday, and they've all used my innocence. Now I want to play... fuck Mark, fuck Leroy, fuck the hotel host, fuck them all... I'm doing this... With that, I push my fingers inside Jielong . I can see him shiver when I enter him. His hole feels so wet, warm, and soft. It is so hot... a world is opening up for me... literally ... a hole is opening up for me. Slowly and steady, I start to finger him. My finger pushes in and out. With the tips of my fingers, I start to apply pressure on the inside of him, tickling him. Sometimes, I see a huge reaction from Jielong . If I have to guess... I'm touching his prostate sometimes. I am not sure where it is, this is my first time. But I am trying to find it. Jielong clearly likes it, and so do I. His hole is so tight around my finger. I start to finger him faster while he begins to suck harder. Get a second finger in there; he needs it... prep him for a fuck, Runchu then tells me. I watch him. Is he sure? He is... Slowly, I start to push a second finger next to the first. I push... but his hole seems to resist. I'm not sure if I should do it. Jielong gets Runchu 's dick out of his mouth and looks at me. "Push harder. It will go in... Don’t worry, I am a big boy," he laughs. He takes the cock of Runchu again and puts it back in his mouth to suck it deeply again. Well, okay, if he says so... I push hard with my two fingers. I can see his ass reacting to it, like it hurts a bit... but then, his hole stops resisting, and slowly, my two fingers slide in. I hear Jielong moaning again, of pleasure. I bury both fingers deep in him. It feels lovely, his wet, warm, tight hole. Slowly, I pull both fingers back, but the tips of my fingers stay in him. Then I push them back in hard. Jielong is pushing his ass back to me. I guess he likes it, so I keep doing that, speeding up, fingering him faster and faster. Sometimes I bent my fingertips to tickle his insides. He clearly loves it. My cock is rock hard from it. You top too? Runchu asks me. Well, I am really a bottom . Never topped, I tell them both. You want to? Runchu asks me. Take his ass. I'm not sure what to do. Should I? Should I try? Or should I keep it with bottoming? And is this what I want? My first time topping with strangers? Am I not the same as Mark then? I did not tell them I fucked whit a poz guys (Mark). I'm not sure... but they are offering... who knows... maybe I like it? I stand up from the whirlpool. My cock is now above water, so if anyone walks by, they can see me. I put my bare cock against Jielong's hole. My cockhead rests against his sphincter. Both are wet, his hole from spit and ass juice and my cock from the water. What the fuck, I'll try this. Let's see how it feels. I grab my cock and put it in line with his hole. slowly I put some pressure in his sphincter. His hole does not break. It does seem to make some sucking movements on my cockhead. Runchu sees this and laughs. Filthy Jielong. He is pushing and milking his hole on your cock. Push it in, Jake. Push hard. I watch Runchu deep in his eyes when he tells me this. And I do as I'm told, without breaking eye contact. I grab Jielong's ass and push hard. Real hard. I hear Jielong moan and whimper; I feel his sphincter trying to resist, but it fails. I feel his tight hole open up, pressure around my cock. A warm, wet, tight feeling, while my cock shoots up his hole. I let out a hard moan. Fuck... I push my cock deep into his hole. My balls slap against his ass. I am fully inside him. My cock buried deep in this hot Asian guy. His tight hole gripping around my cock. His heat, his wetness... his body. I'm in a guy... My feelings are mixed. I love the feeling; I love being in someone, my cock buried deep in a hole. But at the same time, my hole itches, and I want the very same. Jielong is moaning hard, whimpering, catching his breath, while he lets Runchu's cock out of his mouth. Fuck... fuck... That's bigger than you, Runchu... he moans. It's the first white cock ever for me... damn. This blond guy feels good. Runchu is laughing at his boyfriend, who is trying to catch his breath. He loves to see how his boy gets fucked but is also a bit mad that his boyfriend shouts out he has a bigger cock up his hole than his own cock. He grabs Jielong's shoulders and pulls him towards him. My cock retreats, almost flopping out of his hole. Only the tip stays in him. I see Jielong loves it, his back and ass is shaking in pleasure. Then Runchu gives him a hard push, causing Jielong to lose his balance and fall to his back. My cock shoots back into him, real fast and deep, and his ass pounds into me to break his fall. I hear Jielong yelp. A real hard yelp, that is clearly hearable outside our whirlpool Fuckkk. I just went deep into him and real hard. I guess that's the punishment Runchu gives to Jielong for his talks. I keep my cock deep in Jielong and hold him in his position, so he can slowly get used to my cock, buried deep in him. Ill stay like this for a minute and I feel his insides pulsing tight around my cock. It feels like he is milking me. Slowly, I start to fuck Jielong, my balls pressing against his ass while he sucks his boyfriend. I'm actually enjoying it; I never knew, as a bottom, I'd feel this way. I'm thrusting deep into him, feeling his tight hole. It is so tight that it's milking my cock. His body heat, his wet warm hole. The water in the whirlpool is splashing. It splashes from his ass, up his crack, over his open hole and my cock, up to his back. It splashes over and over again, every time I pound my cock up his hole. This has to be a dam hot picture or movie, the way we are having a 3some right here, I think in my mind. Wile I’m watching to one of the camera’s above the whirlpool. Fuck, I moan, this feels good. At the same time, my mind is in overdrive again. Mark cheated on me. I liked him; Leroy did not tell me and let Mark fuck him too. I'm getting mad again. With that, I'm getting more aggressive. So I start to pound harder. I'm fucking him rough and hard, but I'm all in my own mind. Jielong moans hard. Fuck, ouch, damn. My ass... fuck... please ... you're fucking me hard, it hurts... damn. Please be gentle, please ... Water is splashing wild, on his ass, his back, on my upper legs, my belly, my cock and balls. I don't hear it; I'm just lost in my mind with a mix of pleasure. They cheated on me... they used me... did they poz me? And I thrust harder in anger. Jielong yelps in lust and pain. Damn. Please ... fuck... Runchu just laughs and plays along. You will feel his big cock... you said he's bigger... that's what happens, he smiles. Jielong yelps harder and harder. Fuck, it's huge… I can't take it that hard… You're fucking me too hard; you're destroying me!!! Fuck, damn, yeah, it's hot. Keep going, that's it; I can take it!!! Ouch ... Fuck ... Please, gentle... Fuck... I never…I never… took such a big cock! Please, not so hard... Fuck … You're pushing against my second hole... Damn, you're huge... Even when he is yelping, his cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. My balls are slapping hard on his ass, making it a bit red. Jielong now screams in pain. Fuckkkk!!!! That hurts dammmm!!! My hole!!! I snap out of my thoughts. Is this me doing? Am I hurting Jielong? Fucking his ass to hard, just for my own? Am I now just like Mark? No, am I? And what if I am toxic now? I'm fucking this hole bare... no, I can't be yet. But... isn't this like cheating too? No, it's not... there is nothing between Mark and me... Fuck, his ass feels good... but I miss getting fucked myself... like Mark did... damn . I need to keep my mind on this hole. This might be the alcohol, I guess? I am distracted now and feeling guilty at the same time. Did I hurt him? Shit... My cock is getting a softer real fast. Runchu sees it. "Maybe you like his mouth better," he laughs at me. "Turn around, Jielong ," he orders. Jielong pulls my cock out of his hole. His hole is open, red, and looks really rough. He turns around and gets his mouth over my cock, sucking it in, without any doubt. I guess he's happy he can use his mouth on me and not his ass anymore. Fuckkkkk. That's hot . His warm mouth to the base of my cock, and he starts to suck me with deep inhales. Runchu takes Jielong's ass and pushes his cock all the way inside. Jielong shivers again while he keeps my cock deep in his mouth. He is getting fucked hard and fast now. He moans out loud but is still sucking me really good. I guess I opened up Jielong's hole damn good, because he is taking Ranchu 's smaller cock with no problem. It's almost like he is a pro. No wimping, just moaning in pleasure. His tongue is going over my shaft and the tip of my cock. He is sucking it and spitting on my cock. It feels really good. I guess he's sucking and licking my cock with his mouth as best as he can do, afraid that I'll take his ass again. I grab his head, and my hands go through his hair. His lips are pounding against the end of my cock and his chin against my balls. My cock goes deep in his throat. Then without any warning, I hear Runchu moaning real loud. "I'm breeding you... here it comes, take my load in your rough-fucked ass...he pounds jielong hard, so water is splashing up again, all over his back till his neck. Runchu is shivering and his cock is pulsing. He moans real load, so the hole area can hear. There is no doubt in what is happening in the whirlpool… Here is comes…. He shouts out load. He pushes his cock deep into Jielong’s ass and leaves it there. I can see his balls contract and the base of his cock pulsing. He's shooting a load into Jielong. This pushes Jielong and me over the edge. "Me too, me too," I moan, and I start to shoot my load right into his throat. He has no choice but to swallow it because Runchu is pressing him forward while he's breeding him. An huge load, shot after shot, disappears in Jielong's mouth. I can see in his eyes he's swallowing it as fast as he can, but he is having trouble with it. Cum is dripping out of the sides of his mouth. His eyes red and watering. He has to hold his breath so he can swallow. He has to, there is no other way. Jielong, meanwhile, is cumming too. His cock just above the water of the whirlpool, hands free. is shooting a big and thick cum load. It is floating on the water... All three of us just came, panting from fatigue and intensity . As I shot my load, it made me feel more relaxed . I think I am almost in peace whit the thing that Mark and Leroy did. My mind has lost a bit of anger. But not all of it. There is still some anger left. Slowly, I let my cock drop out of Jielong's mouth. He is still swallowing the remnants of my cum. His tongue is licking over the top of my cock, trying to get everything out of it. On the sides of his mouth are cum drops. Those who came out of his mouth, by the lack of swallowing it fast enough. Runchu pulls his cock out of his boyfriend Jielong. They both stand up while Runchu turns Jielong around and starts to lick his mouth, cleaning up the cum remains. They start to kiss with my cum still on their tongues. I can only watch in disbelief. After a minute, both swallow; they shared some of my cum. I swallow too, without kissing them, but from intense heat. Did they just put on a show of cum swapping just for me? With my cum... Then my both feet get back on the ground. A feeling of nervousness washes over me. I now remember that everyone could have heard us. the yelling, the moaning... fuck. Everybody knows what happened here. And Jielong's cum floating in the water... shit. What did I do? Did I just top for the first time? Even when my ass is still itching. I check my watch. Damn, is it that late ? I lost track of time; I really need to head back. "Thanks, boys," I wink as I take my swimming shorts and pull them on. Nervous and unsure of what to do, I want to run away fast. I hurt Jielong; this is not really me, but I was in some sort of overdrive, and in my mind... I'm so sorry. And I did top, as a bottom, so now I want to flee. I slip right past the guys and step out of the whirlpool. "I'll see you guys around, okay?" I tell them and walk away, leaving both guys still naked in the whirlpool , exhausted from what just happened. "Fuck," I think. What happened in the whirlpool? That 's not really me. But I don't have time to think; I need to hurry now. It's Daddy Night, so I need to be ready before the event starts. I stop at one of the theme restaurants and get something to eat. It's a small Italian restaurant, and I order a pizza. Just when the pizza is ready and on my table, I see a message coming in on my smart watch. "Fuck... I need to get to a panel to read, but let's eat first." I really enjoy the pizza, and that no one is talking against me. After I'm done, I head up to a panel. I put my smart watch against it, and the panel shows me a message. --------------------------------------- "Dear Jake, You have booked a double room. But as you know, you are staying there alone. The hotel has messaged you before that you can keep that room. Though, it is noted as a special playroom . For tonight, Daddy's Night , this room will be a playroom . This means the following: In the evening, the Daddies matched in your hall will all come to your room. You have to decide which Daddy will be matched with which room in the hall. You will guide them to their rooms and help them with the preparations. You too will be matched with a Daddy, but this one you can decide yourself. Because of all the extra work you will do, you can decide if the partner of the Daddy will join you guys too. We hope to see you at 19:00 in your room. The staff of Poz Hotel." -------------------------------------- This sounds interesting, I think to myself. Well, let's go on my way to my hotel room and let's get ready for the daddies.

I love giving my ass to way older men, 65, 75 ,85. I love old daddies and grandpa's breeding me. That's all I look for now.

Inside, it was busier than earlier in the day. Shadowy figures wandered the corridors, their faces lit up blue from the porn flickering on the screens in the booths. I could tell David was excited, and his eyes went wide when he saw an old man lying back on a sofa being sucked by a bald headed man kneeling between his hairy thighs. “Oooh...my!” He gasped. I thought their age and ugliness might put him off, but he was flushed and obviously turned on. “C’mon,” I whispered. We went deeper into the maze of corridors and booths. We had also attracted attention – young, fresh, meat unusual in this sleazy venue. Several men were following us and rubbing their stained crotches. We found ourselves in a dead end. A small room with a flickering TV screen and a round, PVC covered couch in the middle. A chubby old man was bending over the couch, trousers down, watching the porn and being fucked from behind by a skinny, middle-eastern looking guy. David put his hand to his mouth in shock. He had never seen a man being buggered before and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cock appearing and disappearing between the flabby buttocks. “He’s...he’s ...doing it without a condom!” He hissed in my ear. “I know,” I whispered back. “Exciting isn’t it? Slowly, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. David gasped as he saw me begin to rub it and looked at me in embarrassment but couldn’t help rubbing the bulge in his own crotch. The small area was filling with men now, old, sleazy, smelling of body odour. There was a sharp tang as someone opened poppers and passed them round. The aroma filled the space and I felt my heart race. David felt it too. “What’s that smell?” He asked. “Poppers. Something to relax you.” I replied as I pulled open his belt, undid his trousers and pushed them and his pants down. He moaned but didn’t resist as his short, stubby cock sprang up below a soft, round belly barely covered in hair. The bottle was pressed to my nose. I breathed deep and felt the solvent fill me with lust. I pushed it against David’s nostril and made him breath it. “Ahhh… what the…” He gasped and sagged against me. An old man fell to his knees and began to suck my cock. At the same time, the group closed in on David. Someone grabbed his head, pulled him forward and slid their cock into his mouth. “Nnnnoo...mmf” He moaned but he steadied himself against the man’s thighs and began to suck despite himself. I realised this was getting heavy. They were more interested in my cousin than me. Not surprising as I saw his ample buttocks pale and glistening with sweat as he bent forward. The middle-eastern guy stopped fucking on the bed. The cock he pulled out from the flabby bottom was wet and surprisingly long. The fat guy made way, and the group of men carried David with them over to the couch. “What...wait! Ian!” He gasped as he found himself bent over the couch, bare bottom upraised. More poppers were being passed round as the middle-eastern guy squeezed lube on his fingers. As he did so, I saw the black biohazard tattoo on his belly and he grinned at me as he applied the lube to David’s arsehole. “Stop...don’t!” Gasped David, but someone gave him poppers and he sagged on the mattress. I moved next to him and stroked his sweaty hair. “Take it easy, “ I whispered. “ It will feel good in a moment.” The middle-eastern guy dropped the lube, grabbed his cock and began to push the meaty head into my cousin’s bottom. “AHHH!...it hurts!” He gasped, but then the fat head opened him up, burst inside and the rest of the slimey cock slid up inside David. His cries turned to groans as the man began to slowly sodomise him. “There” I whispered. “Doesn’t that feel good?” “He’s...he’s not wearing a condom...what if he’s poz?” He gasped, but his body reacted to the thrusting cock, pushing back to meet it. “What if he is?” I said. “Do you want me to stop him? Or do you want his babies?” David sobbed in surrender. His hand sought mine. “ I...I..don’t want him to stop.” I squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Good. You will feel so sexy once it’s in you.” I nodded to the man and pointed at his tattoo. “Very good! Cum, yes?” He smiled and began to thrust more strongly. David gripped my hand and after a minute or two, his buttocks rippled as the man gave a low series of grunts and heavy jerks as he spurted inside the pale body bent before him. I watched the long, glistening cock emerge from David’s arsehole followed by a surprisingly thick drool of cum. He was panting heavily and flushed as he looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and shame. “What...what have I done...but it felt so good.” He made to get up, but I stroked his face then gently held his shoulders down. “Not yet, David. We’ve only just started.” I held some poppers to him and he sniffed it eagerly. An old, bald man dropped his trousers and underwear and eagerly got behind David’s sweating bottom. His veiny thighs had dark blotches on them and his cock was thick and greasy as he thrust it into the dripping hole. “mmmm….yeah!” This time David welcomed the cock up into his backside and I knew his corruption was complete.

The Family Gathering: A Filthy Night The clearing in the woods was filled with the low hum of male voices as the family gathered—six brothers, all rugged and outdoorsy, with a palpable sense of camaraderie and mischief in the air. The youngest, Ethan, 19, had something on his mind, and as they sat on logs and blankets, he took a deep breath and made his confession. "I have something to tell you all," Ethan said, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him. "I'm an insatiable cumslut. I'd love nothing more than taking your cocks down my throat and swallowing every last drop. I want to be your family fucktoy." The brothers exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and amusement on their faces. The oldest, Jake, 30, raised an eyebrow and spoke up. "Is that so? Well, little faggot brother, you've got a hungry family here. Think you can handle all of us?" Ethan nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "I want to prove it to you all. I want to take every single one of you, and I want to swallow your loads like the good little cumwhore I am." Jake smirked and turned to the others. "You hear that, boys? Little Ethan here wants to be our fucktoy. Let's give him what he wants." The family circled around Ethan, their cocks already hard and ready. Jake took the lead, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, veiny cock. "Suck it, you little faggot whore. Show us what you've got." Ethan dropped to his knees and took Jake's cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly as he looked up into his brother's eyes. Jake groaned, his hand gripping Ethan's hair tightly as he fucked his mouth, setting a steady, relentless pace. "That's it, you little cumslut," Jake growled. "Take my cock like you were made for it." The other brothers watched, their own cocks hard and leaking, as Ethan took Jake deep into his throat, his gag reflex nonexistent as he swallowed around the thick shaft. Jake came with a low groan, his hips jerking as he unloaded his hot cum down Ethan's throat. Ethan swallowed eagerly, his eyes watering as he took every last drop. Jake pulled out, and the next brother, Matt, 28, stepped up, his cock even bigger than Jake's. "Your turn, little brother. Let's see that faggot mouth of yours work." Ethan, still eager, took Matt's cock into his mouth, his head bobbing as he sucked and licked, his hands gripping Matt's thighs for support. Matt fucked his mouth with wild abandon, his hips snapping as he chased his release. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled Ethan's mouth with his hot load. Ethan swallowed, his throat working as he took it all, a contented moan escaping his lips. One by one, the brothers took their turns, each of them fucking Ethan's mouth with varying degrees of gentleness and roughness. They demeaned and degraded him, calling him a "cumwhore," "faggot," "dirty slut," "little bitch" and Ethan lapped it up, his arousal growing with each insult. "Look at you, you little cumslut," said Sam, 24, as he grabbed Ethan's hair and forced him to deepthroat him. "You love this, don't you? You love being our little fucktoy." Ethan moaned in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Sam's spine. Sam came with a roar, holding Ethan's head in place as he unloaded his cum down Ethan's throat. By the time the fifth brother, Alex, 22, was done, Ethan was a mess, his face flushed, his eyes glazed, and his body slick with sweat and dripping cum. But he was far from finished. He looked up at his brothers, a hungry look in his eyes, and said, "Again. I want to do it again. I want to be your cumwhore forever..." TBC

You asked a question. You got accurate and up-to-date guidance about PrEP in answer to it. Being an adult means taking responsibility for your choices. If you have sex, you need STI (including HIV) screening every three months at a minimum anyway. Getting the additional test to make sure the PrEP medications are still safe for you is no extra effort. Either expend the small effort to prevent yourself becoming HIV positive and catching and passing on STIs or accept the consequences if you don't.

He was listed in my rolodex as "Tiny & Mighty" There was a jockey (the horse racing kind) named Junior I used to bang on the regular back when I was a teenager hustling in North Carolina. Standing at 5 foot 10 and weighing about a buck-fifty I was Paul Gawd-Damn Fuckin Bunyon next to this little squirt. He said the reason he kept coming back to see me was because I didn't treat him ''fragile like a Christmas tree angel''. Telling me all he was lookin for was some "Rough Housin', Raw Fuckin & Hard Lovin" (his exact words). Little did he know, I didn't care what size he was; we were going to play the way I wanted to play. And I gotta hand it to Junior; he was a tuff rowdy little fucker that could take a hardcore dick down, never cried uncle, and always came back wanting more. He had the finest, rock-hard, hairy little butt that you could fit in the palm of one hand, was the perfect weight for sitting on my face and knew how to ride a cock harder than a five-dollar Tijuanna whore. He was such a hot little freak, every time we hooked up, I wanted to tell him, "Damn... I should be paying you."

corbin readied his steady fingers to pierce the young man before pausing to run a tattooed hand up his leg. "youre tense.." he mumbled and thought for a moment before inhaling deeply. "you know..." he remarked, returning the glistening glob of lube to its tub and setting its aside, "our first toys..fucksticks..they only lasted about twenty minutes. i wont lie, its a lot of cock..." Corbin returned his grip to the boys pulsing prick, softly pushing the foreskin back and forth over the sticky pink head. "its so hard making boys take care of their toys. you see a juicy fuckhole, and you need to fuck it...push deep and let every inch inside. its just natural." Corbin traced his thumb around the boys glans and over the head, smiling at his soft little groan before continuing. "boys are supposed to fuck boys connor and i cant change that, they fuck and cum." he remarked flatly. "anyhow, i sort of updated a lot of the rules. pretty holes are like fireworks. If you set them off all at once, its just no fun." Corbin shifted his hand to grip and massage the boys balls as he freed his own cock to stroke. "no, what i decided was a lot more exciting. the medicine i picked helps make you feel yummy all over and get nice and hard" Corbin squeezed a drop of precum from the boys captive prick, "that was my idea. But tonight the parties on a schedule, from little to big. it makes you last longer." corbin slowly knelt between the boys legs, placing his thumbs and spreading the boys hole. "but i guess i got ahead of myself, because the first thing you need is a nice big kiss." Corbin leaned in, gently lifting the boys heavy ballsack as he pressed his tongue against the hot manhole and was rewarded with a surprisingly effeminate whimper. each boy was different, most jumping in surprise at the hot wet touch even with a heavy dose of party drugs, but Connor betrayed something different and rare. Corbin continued, mating his lips against the boys ass as he began gently swirling his tongue and sucking at the boys soft little fuckhole. Connor flexed his hands and clenched his jaw as Corbin pulled his hips closer and his unstoppable violation slowly continued. his protests, although hard to form, were frequently punctuated by grunts and whimpers as Corbins mouth gently opened him against his will. the various "no" and "stop" he had managed to mumble were ignored for so long he had given up. his mind screamed to get out, to run, to fight, anything, but the boys dreary eyes could hardly find the floor let alone the door. squinting into the air he saw a familiar sight which took ages to register. two boys, someones head bobbing? arms and legs...It finally dawned on him, he was watching his own reflection. he groaned one last unheard "no" as he craned his neck to take stock of his situation. his cock had spilled so much precum it now formed a shimmerming pool in his belly button. Corbins thumb and forefingers remained gently suspending his heavy balls as the boy pushed his tongue now effortlessly in and out of his hole, its soft warm caress only further serving to disarm the obstinate straight man. Collin furrowed his brow and gazed on silently, as the cacaophany of sucking and slurping continued. "Beautiful" Corbin dragged the boy back to earth with his remark as he pulled back, admiring his handywork. the once tiny pink pucker had become a swollen, puffy, soft boyhole. "like i said..." Corbin stood, reclaiming the lube and pressing a generous amount against the hot hole, "we're on a schedule, so everythings taken care of. relax for it..." Corbin smiled into the boys eyes and as he softly whined, his hole gently gave way to the boys middle finger. "there we go, thats our first little friend tonight." corbin plunged his finger deeper as he registered the boys discomfort before gently confirming his prostate. "Say hi now..." he whispered, gently leaning into connors ear as he pressed against his virgins forbidden prize. The singular groan that came from the boy was an unmistakeable, unholy, succulent symphony Corbin delighted in hearing. this was the soft song only a virgin could sing to him. "very good fuckstick very good...lie back now and let it happen..." he encouraged the captive young man. pumping softly into him, his shoulders relaxed, sinking into the sling. corbin delighted in his slow deflowerings as they produced the hungriest fucksticks. babbling, writhing, eager straight boys that craved penetration were so much more enjoyable than his run of the mill idle fuck zombies. pulling out fully he slid a second digit in, almost effortlessly, and smirked at the brief expression of question on Connors brow as he continued to massage and tease the boy. "isnt it nice? I know just where you need it fuckstick, just where to touch. let me show you how good it feels baby..." Corbin hissed as he continued probing the boys ass. connor just grunted softly as the expert top worked him to extacy. he felt full, hard, like something inside him needed more. like his whole body wanted to be touched inside. Finally satisfied with the supple texture of the boys pussy, Corbin slowly pulled his fingers from the puffy pink ring and took his place. Connor glanced around, visibly annoyed. the dull fullness in him had abated and he felt frustratingly empty now. "connor..." The guiding voice seemed surprising, welcome, as he looked up to see a tall boy wrap one hand around his hip and another around the base of his prick. "remember me? our second guests here...." Corbin slid himself gently against the boys well worked asshole and was rewarded with a tight kiss against his cockhead as the steel from his piercing slowly slipped inside. This was the moment, the exquisite instance when he would gently flex his hips to deflower another helpless young straight man. "Say hi now..." he whispered, gazing into connors eyes. without protest he sighed, slowly easing all six inches into the boy as a deafening silence enveloped them. gripping the chains of the sling, he tugged the last inch of his cock into the boy as they both gasped and sighed. "sshhhhh its okay, its okay. im inside now." Corbin soothed the confused looking boy as he ran his hands across him. "see how nice that is? youre such a good boy. i told you id make it easy." Corbin gently swirled his hips, planting his cock in and out of the newly deflowered boy. "now the next parts super easy Connor, all you need to do is relax while I fuck...just for a little bit..until your hole makes me cum." Connor groaned in response as the cockhead inside him seemed to stroke all his cares away. "Connor?" the boy grunted as he bounced back and forth on the sticky cock. "sorry about that" Corbin sighed, watching the boys hole easily milk him over and over, "I must have been thinking of someone else, fuckstick.."

I've got a Big Time Boner for Bluto & Popeye

This story is so hot. I’ve been fucked a few times by a couple of men wasting with full blown AIDS - one (Gary) regularly for probably a few months - and this story took me back to those sessions. Both of mine were such a delectable mix of gratitude and passion for fucking my cunt, for servicing my every need but somehow never lose the lecherous gleam in his eyes and his grin that simultaneously dared me to deny him what he wanted. It was almost intoxicating when Gary would lean in and kiss me, grope me, pinch and bite and lick me as he’d press his cock against my body as he’d manoeuvre me into the position where he could just ease himself into my cunt. And that look in his eyes as he was effortlessly balls deep and telling that he was already marking my cunt with his pre-cum. He loved the death talk. He loved telling me how his DNA was seeding my cunt. His schtick was to tell me how powerless I was when his cock was in me; how he could do anything he wanted; he’d test me by doing anything he wanted (especially things he knew weren’t my thing), only to, once he’d bent me to his will, then intensify the passion with which he was fucking me and telling me how beautiful I was for giving him everything he could want. He may’ve been older and skeletal and missing teeth and, yes, sometimes covered in sores but the intensity of his fucking was amazing. He could fuck all night; leak cum continuously and still shoot huge loads that, to this day, are among the strongest I’ve ever felt inside me. I loved the entire experience. Neither took unfortunately. But I always offer my arse to the men who look like they’ve got full blown AIDS. I’d love to have a regular load of full blown AIDS again.

I most likely got my tranny ass knocked up by a BBC. A very high percentage of the men I was with while chasing were black. While I do not know for sure......I really think that I do know the night I got POZZED. I was fully femmed up and he was the first guy to "prep" my ass with a brush and we shared a point a couple times as well. A couple weeks later---fuck flu. I am glad the dude in the story got converted. Being a POZ tranny is my dream cum true. And as a tip for all the "wanna-be" chasers out there.....do some research on HIV infection demographics. If you are going hunting...go where the game is.

[...] He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, I needed his disease bad. [...] Can somebody help me please? I've been mulling things over like forever, but I still can't really grasp it. It's like a true paradox. When I come across a poz guy whose body clearly shows the symptoms of his disease, on a purely rational level I know he's disgusting and nasty and ugly. But at the same time the mere thought of his skinny, skeleton-like hands roaming over my young body, my negative boyhole being invaded first by his tongue, then by his fingers, finally forced open by his fat, glistening purple cockhead all slippery with toxic precum, getting filled ballsdeep by his AIDScock, marking me as his property with every spurt of his toxic deathseed, has me shivering from head to toe with lust and desire... Please, somebody tell me: Why is that?