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Dan's fingers curled tighter around the key in his pocket, the metal biting into his palm as he entered the apartment. It had been five weeks now since the meds had been locked away. The risk was getting real. He should really call it off he thought. But when he entered and saw Jimmy wearing only shorts, his cock already tenting in them, the time didn't seem right. Jimmy beckoned him into his bedroom and proceeded to undress Dan, neither of them saying a word. Jimmy removed his shorts and guided Dan to assume the position to be rimmed, tossing him a bottle of poppers. Dan felt like he was on automatic pilot as Jimmy worshiped his hole with tongue and fingers. More so as Jimmy pressed his raw poz cock inside Dan, slowly and smoothly pushing against his second hole, then breaching it with the head before starting stroking slowly in and out. Jimmy moved Dan through several positions, before finally cumming deep inside while spooning Dan. He left his cock inside after cumming, while Dan wanked out his load. "Why did you get your tat?" Dan asked, breaking their silence. "A few reasons," Jimmy said, "One, it makes me feel hot. Two I don't have to deal with guys to freaked to take a poz dick in public places like the baths. And three, it helps me identify guys who are turned on by it." "Because you like pozzing them." Dan stated simply. "I do," Jimmy replied, "it's such a turn on. And besides, it feels like a good deed." At this Jimmy's cock twitched in Dan's ass. Jimmy's words hung in the air like a challenge. The bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, felt suddenly stifling. Jimmy's chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, his breath warm against Dan's neck. The biohazard tattoo, a stark black symbol over Jimmy's heart, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the choice Dan was being asked to make. "How many have their been?" Dan wanted to know. "Ten," Jimmy whispered, the word lingering on his tongue. "Including Carl and Craig. Jason has eleven to his credit, since he pozzed me. I begged him to after watching him poz fuck a shared trick." Jimmy's smirk was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound like a competition," Dan said. Jimmy murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's not about numbers, Dan. It's about... freedom. About shedding the fear and embracing what we are." Dan closed his eyes, the weight of Jimmy's words pressing down on him. He could feel the other man's cock still buried deep inside him, a constant, throbbing presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of his own conflicted heart. The key in the pocket of his discarded trousers felt like a burden, a symbol of the control he thought he had, but now, in this moment, it felt like a lie. "Freedom," Dan repeated, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "And what about the ones who don't want it? The ones who run?" Jimmy's hand slid up Dan's torso, his touch both soothing and possessive. "They're not ready," he said simply. "And that's their choice. But for those who are... it's a blessing. A chance to live without the chains of fear." Dan's breath hitched as Jimmy's fingers traced the line of his pecs, sending shivers down his body. He wanted to believe it, wanted to surrender to the allure of that freedom. But the key in his pocket was a constant reminder of the consequences, of the lives he could change with a single decision. "And you?" Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about you, Jimmy? What do you want?" Jimmy's green eyes locked onto his, intense and unreadable. "I want what I've always wanted," he said, his voice steady. "To live. To feel. To be desired. And to give that desire back to others." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the conflict within him reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Jimmy's cock twitch inside him, a silent plea, a demand for an answer. "And me?" Dan asked, his voice breaking. "What do you want from me?" Jimmy's hand cupped the back of Dan's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was both tender and desperate. "I want you to choose," he whispered against Dan's lips. "Not out of fear, but out of desire. I want you to want this, Dan. To want me to poz you. To want us to poz you." Dan's eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy's lips trailed down his jaw, his neck, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the other man's desire, a tangible force that seemed to envelop him, pulling him under. The key in his pocket felt like a distant memory, the weight of it fading as Jimmy's mouth worked its magic. "Choose me, Dan," Jimmy murmured, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Choose us. Choose the freedom we can offer each other." Dan's hands clenched into fists, the sheets tangling between his fingers as he struggled to find his voice. The conflict within him was a storm, raging and unrelenting. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. "I..." Dan started, his voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can..." Jimmy's hand tightened on the back of his neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. "You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want to. I can feel it, Dan. I can feel your desire. Let go. Let me in." Dan's breath caught in his throat as Jimmy's lips captured his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. He could feel the other man's need, a raw, primal force that seemed to mirror his own. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed him. As their lips parted, Dan's eyes met Jimmy's, the conflict within him still raging, but muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. Jimmy's hand slid down his body, his fingers tracing the lines of Dan's muscles, his touch both possessive and worshipful. "Say it, Dan," Jimmy whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Say you want this. You know you do want it." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the words caught in his throat. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the last of his resistance melt away. "I want you to poz me," Dan whispered, the words a confession, a surrender. "I want this." Jimmy's smile was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He pulled Dan down into another kiss, their bodies moving in sync, the rhythm of their passion building once more. As their bodies moved together, Dan felt a sense of freedom he had never known, a release from the chains of fear and doubt that had held him back for so long. Jimmy's cock now thrusting deep inside him once again a constant reminder of the choice he had made, the desire he had embraced. And as they moved towards the edge, towards the precipice of pleasure, Dan felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The conflict within him was still there, but it was muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. In that moment, as their bodies climaxed together, Dan knew that he had made the right choice. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed them both.

SALOPE My journey to protecting my sexual partners’ health and my own health by finally starting meds after so many years of delay was complicated. The first couple of drugs I was prescribed gave me side effects. One of them caused me to have night terrors as soon as I drifted off to sleep. Another medication caused me to occasionally hallucinate so bizarrely that I knew the visions and sounds weren’t real. One such time, I was in a hotel lobby in Mexico City and heard a huge explosion. There was not any smoke, broken glass, screaming people – and I knew it was just the meds. As a result, my adherence was “spotty” at best. My doctor told me that I’d be better off not taking them at all rather than taking them only some of the time. It had something to do with causing viral resistance. Around the same time, I started a new job which required me to travel overseas quite a bit. It wasn’t unusual for me to go away for several weeks at a time. As a result, my trysts with Mike became much less frequent. But when we did meet, Mike completely stopped using condoms when he fucked me. He said he couldn’t go back to being inside of me with a layer of plastic in between. He also liked to “knock me up”. (I think that phrase took on its current meaning a while after our time together.) To my knowledge, Mike didn’t get the bug. I started trying to meet other guys and I started having sex with many of them. Also, Mike must have had second thoughts about his domestic situation and having a gay fuck toy on the side. We still traded a few emails, but even those started to become less frequent. I don’t know if he continued to play with other guys after we moved on from each other. I became much sluttier and kinkier than I had ever been in my life, although I always enjoyed leather and the bondage/roleplay scene. Earlier in my life, I was known to have casual sex with strangers in the past, but for most of my life, I’d been more relationship oriented. Perhaps it was the chance to have so many exotic men in Europe and Latin America. I wanted to taste all of it! For whatever the cause, I became less focused on having a boyfriend or exclusive sex partner. One evening after a long day, I was sipping a beer at the bar of a gay establishment and a much younger cute guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Be my guest,” I told him. We started talking and flirting. He asked me if I visited this bar often, and I told him I was visiting the city for the first time on business. “Have you been to the basement rooms yet? Those can be a lot of fun,” he said. I told him I didn’t know there was another part to the bar, and he offered to show me around. We both finished our drinks and he led the way. I followed him toward the back of the bar and through a curtain, then down some wooden steps. The air was a bit cool and damp as we descended, but I could smell the unmistakable scent of man-sex hanging in the air. The lighting was very dim, but my eyes adjusted. It looked like there were gloryhole booths lining a hallway as we continued. Finally, we reached a pitch-black dark room where I could hear guys having sex. The young guy stopped and turned around and we started kissing. I reached around and cupped his bubble ass cheeks in my hands and groped him. After a few minutes, he turned around and grinded his ass against the raging hard-on beneath the zipper of my jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he dropped them and rubbed his bare ass against me. I hiked my jeans down a bit and my cock sprang free. I rubbed my cock into his smooth ass crack, rubbing up and down and occasionally rubbing my cock head all along his crack. I poked my cock between his legs and along his taint and he reached back and pointed my bare cock to his hole and pushed back against me. My cock easily slid into his hole. He was either slick with lube or he was already carrying a load or two. I held his hips as I slowly fucked him deep and then pulled back almost to the point of my head slipping out of him, then repeated. I was really enjoying his ass and I started to sweat, contributing my scent to the sex already lingering in the room. We must have been making some noise because as I was plowing the guy’s pussy, I felt a hard body against my back and the guy started grabbing my pecs and lightly pinching my nipples. This sent me over the edge and I grunted as I emptied my nuts into the guy in front of me. He pulled himself off my cock and turned around and sucked my dick clean. Then, he was gone. The guy who was behind me pushed my jeans down over my ass. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and rimming me out. Whomever he was, he had a beard and it felt good as his tongue tried to worm its way into my innards. I pushed back, and after several minutes of lapping my hairy hole, he stood up and I reached back to show him the way inside. His large, hooded cock was slick with precum and I felt very tight as he pushed it home. I wasn’t lubed except for his precum, but soon, the oozing of it inside of me made me start to enjoy it. After a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his warm cum flush into me. I spent the rest of the evening using and being used by other men. I left the bar stinking of cum. I went back the following evening.

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

Meet up with my former summer camp counselor, back in the day, again! You know the one with the ring....he brought over a friend who was the fucking spitting image of the actor Frank Grillo! My ass still hurts and that's even after my bro ate their cum outta of it!

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Dan’s thumb hovered over the send button, his heart pounding as he stared at the text he’d just typed in answer to Jimmy's question about what he'd said during their four way with Carl. “Yeah, I’m serious,” he wrote, then hesitated. His fingers trembled as he added, “But I’m still scared.” He hit send, the words disappearing into the void of Jimmy’s inbox. The weight of his admission pressed on his chest, a mix of excitement and terror that left him breathless. The reply came almost instantly, as if Jimmy had been waiting. “Come over Sunday afternoon. Bring your PrEP. We’ll talk.” By Sunday, Dan’s nerves had twisted into a knot. He clutched his bottle of PrEP like a talisman as he rang the doorbell to Jimmy and Jason’s place. The door swung open, revealing Jimmy’s freckled face and a smirk that sent a shiver down Dan’s spine. “About time,” Jimmy said, stepping aside to let him in. “Jason’s in the kitchen. We’ve got something to propose.” Jason stood by the counter, his athletic frame casual yet commanding. He glanced up from the lockbox in his hands, his brown eyes locking onto Dan’s. Jimmy placed the lockbox on the table, its metal surface cold and unyielding. “Here’s the deal. We’re putting our meds in here. You put in your PrEP and promise not to get a refill. You get the key. If you don’t unlock it, in six weeks, our viral loads will be infectious and you’ll be barebacking with us, no protection. But if you change your mind before then, you open it, and we all start our meds again. Your choice.” Dan’s hands shook as he took the key, its weight heavier than its size suggested. “What if… what if I can’t do it?” Jason’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Then you open the box. But if you’re serious about this, you’ll find you want to stick it out. Discover which you end up choosing. That’s all we’re asking.” Dan nodded, his throat dry. “Okay. I’ll do it.” They placed their meds inside, the click of the lockbox sealing their pact. Jason clapped Dan on the shoulder, his grip tight. “Good. Now, let’s celebrate. We’re taking you to the baths. Sunday’s the perfect day—older crowd, more poz guys. You’ll fit right in.” The baths were a labyrinth of steam and shadows, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and desire. Dan clung to Jimmy and Jason as they navigated the dimly lit halls, his heart racing. The whispers of men echoed around them, the occasional moan breaking through the haze. “Relax,” Jimmy murmured, his hand brushing Dan’s lower back. “You’re safe here. And you’re gonna love it.” They led him to a private room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Jason pressed Dan against the wall, his lips brushing his ear. “Ready to be shared?” Dan’s breath hitched as Jason’s hands roamed down his body. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice trembling. Jimmy stepped forward, his green eyes dark with desire. “Good boy.” They took turns with him, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of his body. Jason’s cock slid into him first, slow and deliberate, his biohazard tattoo glinting in the low light. Dan gasped, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. “That’s it,” Jason growled, his thrusts steady and deep. “Take it all.” Jimmy watched, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “My turn next. But first…” He leaned in, kissing Dan fiercely, their tongues tangling as Jason fucked him harder. The room grew hotter, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the space. Dan’s moans were raw, his inhibitions melting away as he surrendered to the pleasure. When Jason pulled out, Jimmy slid in, his uncut cock filling Dan completely. “Fuck, you’re nice and smooth,” Jimmy groaned, his hands gripping Dan’s hips. “Perfect for what we’ve got planned.” They moved as one, their rhythms syncing as they shared Dan’s body, their cocks sliding in and out of him with abandon. Dan’s head fell back, his breath ragged as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” Jason commanded, his fingers brushing Dan’s leaking hole. “We’re taking you out there. Let everyone see what a good slut you are.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. They led him to the main orgy area, the steam swirling around them as they found an open space. Jason pushed Dan to his knees, his cock thrusting into Dan’s mouth as Jimmy positioned himself behind, sliding back into Dan’s eager hole. The whispers of the crowd grew louder, the air electric with voyeuristic desire. Dan’s mouth worked around Jason’s cock, his moans muffled as Jimmy pounded into him from behind. Hands reached out, touching, exploring, as strangers joined in, their cocks pressing against Dan’s chest, his back, his face. “That’s it,” Jimmy panted, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. Show them what you are.” Dan’s eyes fluttered closed, his body a conduit for their pleasure. He was no longer just Dan—he was their slut, their toy, their soon to be poz whore. The presence of the key back in the locker felt like a promise, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. Jason and Jimmy yielded Dan's ass to a series of other guys. Most of them were decades older. Some in good shape, others less so. As he took their cocks, Jason or Jimmy would take turns murmuring in his ear urging him to ride that poz cock or milk that poz load. He was moved around the room, to the sling and then the fuck bench. By the end of the afternoon Dan had taken 8 loads and felt very slutty. As the afternoon faded, Dan stood in the changing room, his breath ragged, his body still buzzing from the encounter. He stared at the key in his hand, its metal surface cool against his palm. The choice he’d made felt heavier now, the consequences more real. Six weeks. He closed his fist around the key, the weight of it settling deep in his chest. The fear was still there, but so was the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer a neg guy on PrEP—he was something more, something wilder, something free.

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

Was on grindr and found a guy living just 2 floors down in my building He fucked me well. Was a quick and intense fuck as we both didn‘t have too much time Now I‘m sitting here with a load in my ass and waiting for my bf to get home 😉 Will meet the guy. It‘s just to convenient. Especially since we never discussed status

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

"The Piper" sounds like a Top to me.

Hey there, I've been lurking in this forums for years but now that I'm poz I thought I might as well start posting here. I'm a gay guy from Germany who is into bareback (obviously) and I have a suit and tie kink! Absolutely love getting bred by men and doing the most unspeakable things while dressed well hehe!

I went to the local sleazy sex club, Slammer. It was a warm Saturday night and the place was busy. I stripped down to a black mesh Breedwell jock and yellow/black harness, put on a yellow arm band and took a tour of the place. Went right to the piss room...no one really there, but it had definitely been used. So I went on to one of the dark rooms. Inside there were about 12 guys. Toward the back some were playing, and toward the front there were about 5 guys just handing out, rubbing their bulge. One short thin Asian or Latin guy was watching me, so I went over to him and grabbed his cock. Started stroking him and he instantly got hard. He didn't seem to mind at all, so I got on my knees and sucked his dick. It wasn't huge or thick, but it had a great curve and was leaking tons of pre. I stood up, lubed his cock put a bit on my hole again. I spun around and hit my poppers as i pushed my ass on his cock. He just held still and let me slide it into me...working my ass back on his cock, he slide in balls deep and I rode his dick as he pressed his back against the wall. I milked it and moaned, riding it. I begged him to cum in me and then he started to fuck into me. That got him to use my hole and without any warning he clenched and shot balls deep in my ass. I thanked him and he laughed...he thanked me. Then I went to the other dark room. That one was busier. I tried the same trick with a daddy bear who was stroking his cock. I went up to him and grabbed it. I could tell he wasn't pretty, but it was dark and his slimed cock felt good in my hand. I spun around and lined his cock up. He pushed right in as I hit my poppers. Using the last load for lube. He grunted and fucked into me harder. I noticed guys were really watching... and a guy in his clothes.... T shirt and baggy shorts, but fit and with a nice hard cock tenting. He kinda looked Middle Eastern, but it was hard to tell. The daddy grunts and shoots balls deep in my hole. He pulled out and i sucked him clean as a fat older guy with a huge cock (I mean thick as hell) pushed into me. I hit the poppers to let him in. Fucked me for a bit then left. Then another younger guy with a nice dick fucked me. I saw a daddy jerking harder near me and he whispered that he was gonna cum soon. I moved off one dick and got my ass over to him. He grabbed my hips and pushed in. Fucked me for about 30 seconds then came. I took a break and walked around. Caught the eye of an older Asian guy. We went into a private room. Made out and I sucked his cock while he moaned about how he wanted to fuck me. I bent over on the wall and he slid into my ass. The room is small...barely enough for 2 people. Dark and with a bench, swinging door and 3 walls. Guys outside could tell I was getting fucked. I'm not sure how long it took, but he eventually shot his load in me without asking. Next stop was back to the piss room to see what would happen. I walked in and one guy was just finishing pissing on another guy in the tub. Hot! I got in too and started sucking the dick that just pissed, tasting a bit of it. A few guys walked in to watch, mostly gawkers. One white guy with longer dark hair and tats all over came up and started to piss on me. Soaking me while I loved every drop.... sucked some from his cock and as he finished I started to blow him. The other guy in the tub started to play with my ass, then sliding his dick up into me while I sucked that tatted guy, who asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I nodded and the other guy stopped. Got out of the tub and bent over against the wall to take the tatted dick. Got fucked real nice but not hard. Piss dried on me while taking dick until I heard him quietly cum. Didn't say a word or hardly make notice of his load going in me. My ass was definitely leaking. The room died down so I went to the smaller dark room. It was only busy in the back. About 6 guys hanging out and there was the Middle Eastern guy in the very back corner. An older bottom slut was trying to make a move on him but it wasn't working. I positioned myself in front of the older bottom with the Middle Eastern facing me. To my right was a bench built into the wall. I ran my finger down his chest. He barked, "Fuck it!" and grabbed me, spun me around, grabbed my hips and started to push his raw dick up my ass. It all happened so fast. I was just standing in front of him and then his cock was barebacking my cummy ass. It was such a hot dick, perfect size. He didn't hesitate to push right in and start fucking me into the bench. I put my hands up to bace myself and stop my head from slamming into the wall. He was quiet, but he fucked hard and fast. I moaned and begged him, "yeah, fuck my faggot ass raw. Use it!" He loved hearing that. I know because he fucked me harder when I said it. So I continued. Moaning and begging him to fuck me. Telling him to use me. He fucked hard and the wall shook. We kept going for a while. To my right was a group of guys watching but I couldn't see how many. He had me totally facing the wall in the dark just begging him to fuck my ass. He clearly loved the anon random exhibition aspect. Fucking deep into me. I knew I need his anon load in my guts. I moaned, "fuck yeah, knock me up with that raw dick! Shoot your dirty load up my ass and knock me up!" He fuckin LOVED that. He started fucking me hard as hell. I begged him to breed me and knock me up over n over. He slammed into my ass so hard, shaking the entire room. He didn't say he was going to cum, he just started cumming and screaming. Loudly moaning as he shot. I could feel the heat from his load shoot up into my guts as he just fucked every drop balls deep into me. After he finished, he slowly slid out. My ass wet. He put his cock away and just left. I sucked a few more guys and got fucked at least 2 more times. The rest of the night was a haze. The lights came on and they closed the place so I had to leave. I want home and jerked off to the Middle Eastern guy "knocking me up" and wondered if he really was poz or if he just loved the dirty talk.

I was at the notorious Claireville Conservation Park last Saturday night, cruising for some action. I pulled up next to a car and spotted a hot guy jerking off, his cock glistening in the moonlight. I was in a hoodie, blending into the shadows, and he hadn't noticed me yet. I stepped out of my car, dropped my pants, and exposed my bare ass to him, leaning against the car for a smoke. I didn't realize he had snuck up behind me until I felt his breath on my neck. He whispered huskily, "Don't look back. Bend over the seat." His voice was a mix of threat and promise. "I'll fuck you right here, and you won't be able to find me after." My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. I did as he said, bending over and exposing myself completely. He was rock hard, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside me, stretching me wide. "Sniff these," he commanded, offering me a bottle of poppers. I took a hit, and the world spun as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. He grunted with each movement, his body slapping against mine. "Take it, you little slut," he growled, and I complied, pushing back against him, wanting more. He came with a roar, filling me with his hot load. He pulled out sharply, leaving me empty and aching. He slapped my ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure still coursing through my veins. As I came out of my haze, I realized he was gone, leaving me wanting more. The guys in the other two cars had been watching, and they approached me, their eyes hungry. "Stay just like that," one of them ordered, and I did, ready for more. They took turns, each one fucking me hard and deep, leaving me with three loads inside me. But they left without a word, leaving me high and dry, my own cock still hard and unfulfilled. I drove home, my body still tingling, and rode my 9-inch dildo attached to my fuck machine, finally finding release as I relived the night's events.

The sun beat down on the trio as they settled onto their towels, the warm sand shifting beneath them. Dan lay on his back, his eyes closed, the weight of the day already pressing on his chest. The beach was alive with the sounds of laughter, waves crashing, and the occasional call of seagulls overhead. It was a typical day at the gay nude beach, but for Dan, it felt anything but ordinary. Carl broke the silence, his voice low and curious. "So, Dan, how you holding up? The waiting, I mean. And the meds locked away. It’s gotta be driving you wild, right?" Dan hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns in the sand. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m horny all the time. It’s like this constant ache, you know? But I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do. It’s… a lot to think about." Jason, lying beside him, propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re not the only one who’s turned on by this, Dan. The whole situation, it’s fucking hot. But let me be clear—if you back out now, I’m not going back on my meds for a while. I’ll find someone else to infect. Someone who’s ready to take what I’m offering." Carl’s eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, Jason, remember when you and Jimmy infected me? It was the best feeling in the world. Taking load after load, feeling your virus in me. I was finally becoming the poz slut you showed me I’d always wanted to be." Jason nodded, his voice low and intense. "That’s the power of it, Carl. Knowing I’m spreading my virus, creating perfect sluts. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about the transformation. The surrender." Dan shifted uncomfortably, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around the beach, his eyes landing on two older bears watching them from a distance. Their gazes were hungry, appraising. Carl followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looks like we’ve got an audience. Those bears over there, they’re definitely interested. What do you say, Dan? Ready to give them a show?" Dan’s throat went dry, but he nodded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, alright. Let’s do it." Carl and Dan stood, brushing the sand off their bodies, and began walking toward the trails that led to the more secluded areas of the beach, Carl carrying a small bag with lube, poppers and cum rags. The bears followed, their eyes locked on the two younger men. The air grew thicker, heavier, as they moved into the shadows of the trees. In a small clearing, away from prying eyes, the bears approached. They were burly, their bodies covered in thick hair, their eyes dark with desire. Without a word, Carl and Dan turned to face them, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller bear grabbed Dan, pulling him close, his hands roaming over his body. Dan gasped as the man’s rough fingers traced his chest, his abs, before sliding down to his cock. The bear’s lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, the shorter bear pushed Carl against a tree, his hands gripping Carl’s hips as he lined up his thick, uncut cock with Carl’s waiting hole. Carl rubbed some lube on the bear's dick. Then he took a hit of poppers and moaned, his head falling back, as the bear thrust inside him, filling him completely. Dan was pushed to his knees, the taller bear’s cock in his hand. He looked up, his eyes meeting the bear’s, before he leaned forward, taking the man’s length into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed every inch. Carl tossed the taller bear the bottle of lube and the poppers. He took a hit, handed the poppers to Dan and told him to turn around. As Dan inhaled, he delighted in the feeling of the bear's fat mushroom head breaching his hole and sliding inside his ass. Being in the outdoors, listening to the grunts as Carl took the other bear's raw fuck, knowing anyone might wander by and see them made Dan feel so slutty. This was going to be such a good fuck. The bears were relentless, their bodies moving in rhythm, their grunts and moans filling the air. Carl and Dan took turns riding the bears’ raw cocks, their bodies slick with sweat, their holes stretching to accommodate the thickness. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through them, their moans echoing in the semi-secluded space. The two tops chatted to each other about Dan and Carl's holes, commenting on what good sluts they were. The guys finally made a choice about who was going to cum in who. The shorter bear picked up his rhythm fucking Dan against a tree and told him he wad going to give Dan his hot load. "Do it," Dan begged as the cock erupted deep in him. Then he heard the other bear asking Carl if he was ready to be recharged, and Carl saying "fuck yeah," followed by a loud moan from his top as the guy came. When it was over, the bears pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum. They stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on Carl and Dan. Carl passed them a cum rag, and they cleaned each other off and tossed the rag back to him. Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the trails. Carl and Dan cleaned themselves up, their bodies still trembling from the encounter. They made their way back to where Jason was waiting, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As they lay back down on the towels, Jason discreetly moved towards Dan, his hands reaching out to finger Dan's hole. He then put his finger in his mouth, a sly smile on his face. "Tastes poz," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The three lay together, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Dan’s expression was unreadable, his mind racing. He was caught between desire and fear, between the thrill of surrender and the unknown consequences. Jason’s hand rested on Dan’s shoulder, his touch both comforting and possessive. "You’re getting to be such a hot slut Dan. Can't wait to add my load in there. Wanna head back to the bushes in a bit?" The beach around them buzzed with life, but in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of them. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand, as Dan sat there, his heart pounding, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate. But yes, he wanted Jason's poz and increasingly toxic load to mix with the one he'd already collected. "Give me 15," he said.

Part 2: I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load. There wasn't much for me on there, right? But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields. Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app). I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair. Cock? Large/ Cut. Race? White. Status: Negative. Smoker? No. Position? Top. Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. I was just here to look around. Take Loads Anal: No. Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief. Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore. Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now. Upload photos? Fuck no. Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed. The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago. There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here? And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung? I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. Fuck it, I need to jerk off. I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus." My eyes flicked down the page: Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Yes. Take Loads Anal: No. Your Status: No Preference. My status: Ask Me. I looked back up at the rest of his profile. "Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one." Fuck. I started writing him a message. “Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p” I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast. But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked. “Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?” I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back. “I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha” A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification. “OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.” I wrote back. “Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol” Sent. I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. “I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. What turns you on about it? What was the video?” Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. “Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.” I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. “The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.” Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. Another new message. “Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈” Fuck. “Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?” I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes. My status: Ask me. New message. “Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?” This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

Ever the prescient one, aren'tcha 😇

I had met this guy while travelling, and he wanted to show me a good time!

yessssssss finallly ... looking for that so much!!!!!

two pieces of advice come to mind: 1. try to accept that it might not even be about you. cruising areas always have a % of nervous guys who are either newbies or jaded and feel something about you reminds them of the cop who did arrest them in this very spot last year 2. lean in and work it. if you give off a str8 cop vibe, most gays will be on you like flies on shit. work that porn rollplay angle and they'll be nice to officer friendly before you make them do "hard time" 😈

Makes good sense to me. A few years back a top I hooked up with would invite me over whenever his wife was visiting family in Colombia. There was a time she was gone for over a month and he has me over almost every night. He was one of those tiny guys with a crazy huge dick. He loved to rim, stay hard for hours, and could fuck and seed multiple times.

So for the last 4 weeks I’ve been getting involved with really hot anonymous hookups, which has lead to some intense booming for hours afterwards. Yesterday was the opposite. I didn’t jerk off for like 5 days so I gooned all night Sunday. But I was still horned as fuck so after work I stopped at the ABS closest to home. I had no interest, desire or intention of getting off. I just wanted to be a total cum hole. The place is pretty full of guys but not much action going on. I end up locking eyes with some dude in his late 20s and totally unkempt, like he spent the whole weekend in the basemen playing games. He sees me looking and he hops in to a glory hole booth so I jump into the adjacent one. He pushes through a beer can sized dick that looked amazing. It wasn’t long but oh so thick and dripping precum. I didn’t even bother to blow him. I just added some spit to his tip with my tongue. Took a hit of poppers and backed on him. He worked in and started pumping and came in an about 2 minutes. He stayed hard inside me and started again. This time he went for about 15 minutes and flooded me again. In that time I realize he came buckets because everything was getting really sloppy. I just took it while never touching my dick in any way. So now it’s getting a bit rank so I had to tidy up. This guy literally just gave me a cum enema. So once I tidied up and come back i see that that he is still stroking so we go into a larger booth together. Spins me around pulls my clothes down and works back in, bends me over and grabs me by the hips. He starts pummeling me for another 20 minutes. In that time I didn’t exist. I was high on poppers and just a real live flashlight for him to fuck into. And this time he came buckets. Cum was pouring out of me and down my legs. He just pushed me out of the way and left me there with the door open. I ran out of napkins to clean up so I just went home my clothes dripping cum. I have never been that degraded in a hookup like that, just something to be ejaculated in and discarded. Total worthlessness. It was so profound. Im going to try to do a repeat tonight.

It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

DON'T EVER LET YOURSELF FALL FOR A MARRIED MAN Married Mike and I carried on playing for a few months and stayed in touch for years. He was a very sexy guy, and I think we developed a bit of an unhealthy attraction for each other, considering his domestic situation. I know this was true for me. He talked once about meeting up on a Saturday afternoon just to go to a movie together – in essence, a date -- but it never happened. I think Mike was fantasizing about a life different than the straight path he had taken. Even though I knew that my fuck-buddy was only a fuck-buddy and would never be more, I couldn’t deny that I had an emotional and sexual attachment to him. Plus, his sexual appetite aligned with mine and his abilities were to die for. We had a standing Friday lunch time fuck-date for a while, and it was my turn to rent the room. I never let him know about my status and he never asked, and we always fucked with a condom. Over the course of a few months, I fucked him a couple of times and we flipped a few times. But as time went on, he topped me most of the time, and I was happy to be the bottom in our trysts. I think that once he experienced getting fucked a few times, he was more comfortable doing the fucking, just like at home. His itch for getting fucked had been scratched. By nature, I was always verbal during sex and made a lot of noise and often talked filthy without even being aware of it. Mike also seemed to grunt and groan a lot but was usually not verbal until after he shot his load. We both sweat like pigs when we fucked. I still do. It was a beautiful October day, with a brilliant blue sky as I exited the expressway to the suburb where our meeting place was and I rented a room. As I anticipated our get-together, my cock got hard, and I felt my pits sweating. My mouth went dry, and I needed a gulp of water. I was hungry for Mike. I had it bad and I knew it. Mike was especially horny and aggressive that day. He was taller, heavier and more muscular than me and he could easily overpower me if he wanted. He pinned me on my back and laid on top of my kissing me, licking me all over, my nips and my pits. My legs were wrapped around his muscular core, and my ankles crossed over his ass. Both our cocks were leaking precum. He reached over to his bag and grabbed a condom and some lube and then he pushed my legs back to my chest. He licked the precum off my cock and continued down to my ass. His tongue darted around my rosebud and licked around the rim as I pulled my knees to my chest and opened my cheeks to him. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I responded by trying to open my hole up even more to him. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy,” I encouraged him, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind all week.” “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms and to kiss you,” Mike replied. “I’ve been dreaming of what we're going to do.” Mike pushed and stretched my legs out straight upward. My thick runners’ legs were against his hairy chest, and I felt his big knob of a cock head covered with his precum seeking out its target. My hole was slippery and spit-covered hole as he pushed into me, filling me. My ass felt so sensitive to the feeling of his cock entering my hole. It must have been the rough rimming he’d given me. Mike’s cock was in me all the way and we were kissing roughly, like two animals trying to consume each other. His cock was so thick that even now, it took me a few minutes to loosen up before he could start pounding away at me. Mike maneuvered me from being on my back to lying face down without withdrawing his large cock from me. As he fucked me, I felt his sweat dripping on my back. Finally, he laid down on top of me with his full weight and bear hugged me, then flipped us both so he was on his back, and I was laying on top of him. I grinded my hips as I felt his rod reacting inside my hole. His hairy torso was pasted against my back with sweat. He reached around with his left hand to my nipple, and with his right hand, he started jacking my stiff cock as I squirmed with his cock still planted deeply, fucking myself on him. I reached down and behind to his ass cheeks to try to pull him in deeper, but he was buried all the way in me. With the combination of all of this, he hugged me so tightly I thought he was going to crush me as I felt his cock spasming inside me. I thought I was imagining the feeling of a hot shot splashing inside me. Mike stayed hard as usual after he came. He kept me on my back flat on top of his chest as he jacked my cock in his big fist and I came with such force that I painted my face and chest with my load, and I involuntarily pushed out his hard cock. It slapped against his abs with the remnants of his load drooling from his urethra onto his hairy abs. Cum was dripping my ass and mixing with the sweat and cum already on him. Mike and I were both drenched in sweat and cum. I felt his load oozing out of my hole. Mike had decided to forego the condom and for the first time had cum inside of me raw. I stuck a finger in my hole and knew for certain that he creampied me as I withdrew my finger and licked it. “I bred your ass, Dave. I hope you aren’t mad at me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. "You drenched me. You're going to have to pay for an abortion," I said and then I kissed him. That door was wide open now and I was conflicted about it. Once again, the hotel room stank of sweat and cum. We wanted to spend the afternoon fucking but we both had to get back to our work places. I got up and extended my hand to pull him up. We went to the bathroom and both got in the shower. We washed each other and kissed as we did so. Mike turned me around so I was facing away from him as he hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. Then I felt his hard cock once again against my ass. I guided his unwrapped dick to my hole, and he entered me raw for the second time. I didn’t know if I was putting him at risk or not. After slowly fucking me against the shower wall, he once again groaned as he pulled me tight and released another large load inside of me. On the drive back to the office, I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment to discuss starting meds.

In the weeks that followed, Dan was no longer elusive. He hooked up with each of Jimmy and Jason from time to time. Each time he seemed closer to raising the subject of HIV again, but never quite getting there. Neither Jimmy nor Jason pushed the subject for the time being. One weekend afternoon after a three way among them, in which each of Jimmy and Jason had unloaded deep inside Dan, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung between the three men like a promise. Dan, his body still humming from the earlier encounter, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes darting between Jason and Jimmy. The weight of their gaze was both comforting and unnerving, as if they could see straight through to the core of his being. "You've been holding back, Dan," Jason said, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds he'd made earlier. "We know there's more to you than what you've shown us." Jimmy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned against the wall, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. "We want to help you explore those desires, Dan. The ones you're too afraid to voice." Dan's heart raced, his breath quickening at their words. He knew they were right; there was a part of him that craved something more, something darker and more [banned word]. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, had always held him back. "We've got a fuck friend joining us tomorrow night," Jason continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's walked a similar path. You want to join? He might show you just how liberating it can be to embrace your true desires." This somehow turned Dan on more than his qualms could restrain. "Yeah... okay," he said. Jimmy smiled and said, "come by around 9:30. This is going to be a lot of fun." "So good," Jason agreed, "real fucking good." Dan made his way home embroiled in his inner conflict. But he tried to convince himself that so long as he stayed on his PrEP, he wasn't really playing with fire. It was just vicariously living out his fantasy life. The next night he ended up showing up a little early. Jason and Jimmy were already naked and stroking each other to porn when he arrived. He slipped off his clothes and joined them on the couch, alternating sucking Jason's cut cock and Jimmy's uncut one while they waited for the fourth. The sound of the front door opening signaled the arrival of this mysterious friend. In walked Craig, a towering figure with a godlike physique that screamed power. His presence filled the room, a heady mix of raw masculinity and unapologetic desire. "Craig, this is Dan," Jason introduced, his voice laced with pride. "He's been... hesitant to fully embrace our lifestyle. We thought you might be able to show him the way." Craig's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dan's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I'll do what I can, but as I can attest he's already in the best of hands with you two." As Craig spoke, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and sensual. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined, every inch a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He was tan all over, clearly having nude sunbathing. A biohazard tat was etched between his massive traps. Dan felt his mouth go dry, his body responding to the raw, unapologetic display of masculinity. "You see, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft but commanding, "Craig here is living proof that embracing your desires can be the most liberating thing you'll ever do. He's a poz slut, and he loves every minute of it." Dan's eyes widened at the term, his mind racing with the implications. He'd heard whispers of this world, of men who sought out the virus, who craved the raw, unprotected intimacy that came with it. But to hear it spoken so boldly, so proudly, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Come on, Dan," Jason urged, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's shoulder. "Let go of your fears. Let us show you what it means to truly live." As if in a trance, Dan allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, his body moving closer to Craig's. The air crackled with electricity as the four men stood in a circle, their desires intertwining, their boundaries blurring. Craig stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's chin, tilting his head back. "You want this, don't you, Dan? You want to feel what it's like to be truly free." Dan's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "I... I don't know. I mean, I've thought about it, but..." "But what?" Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. "You're afraid of what others might think? Of what it might mean for your future?" Dan nodded, his eyes downcast, ashamed of his hesitation. "Fuck what others think," Jimmy said, his voice like a whip. "This is about you, about what you want. And we're here to give it to you." "Get Craig's pussy wet while I eat you out Dan," Jason commanded. Craig and Dan got on their hands and knees in a line on the sectional, Jimmy taking up position to have Craig suck his cock, while Jason leaned over and spread Dan's cheeks apart, starting to lick and nibble at his hole. Dan used one hand to pull apart Craig's ass cheeks, marveling at his wide and slightly puffy asslips. Craig already smelled like sex. As Dan started working his tongue into Craig's easily yielding hole he found within the unmistakable taste of cum. "Did Craig leave any presents up there for you Dan?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Dan said pulling his tongue out for a moment, "there's cum up his hole." "Such a good slut," Jimmy murmured to Craig. Dan was getting intoxicated by the experience all while Jason worked him open with his fingers and tongue, working in some lube. "Time to fuck," Jason commanded, "Dan, lie on your back with your feet on my shoulders and Craig you get on top and present that hole to Jimmy." Dan did as he was told, Jason putting a throw pillow under his ass to get a better angle. Craig's big firm balls were resting on his nose and mouth, his shaft on Dan's chin. Dan was staring at the beauty of Jimmy's big uncut cock working itself into Craig's cumlubed hole as Jason started working his own cock into Dan's. He started to tongue Craig's balls from time to time. "Nice," Craig said, "you want me to suck you Dan?" Dan declined, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Such a fine poz pussy," Jimmy growled as he started long dicking Craig in earnest, "so fucking fine." The musk these men were giving off was driving Dan wild. Jason was pushing ever deeper into him, holding his head right in his second hole. "Time to switch," Jason said. As Jimmy pulled his cockhead out of Craig's hole, some of the cum of Craig's earlier trick (or tricks, Dan wondered) dripped onto Dan's forehead. Jason saw what had happened as he assumed the position behind Craig's ass, scooped up the cum and fed it into Dan's lips. Holy fuck, Dan thought to himself as Jason raised Dan's feet over his shoulders and started pushing his now cumslicked cock into Dan's hole, I'm a fucking pig and I love this. Jason and Jimmy started picking up the pace of their fucking. "Getting close man," Jason told Jimmy. "Me too," Jimmy replied. "Recharge my fucking hole," Craig grunted, his ass meeting Jason's cock thrust for thrust, clearly trying to milk out the cum, Dan staring at this sight while leaking precum out of his hard as hell cock. "Poz me," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me a fucking poz slut." Jimmy's eyes flashed with triumph as he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into Dan's body. Dan cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as Jimmy began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency. Jason moaned in sync with Jimmy and Dan watch the pulsation of his cock, knowing his cum was shooting into Craig. This tipped him over the edge and he started to shoot. Then Jimmy buried his cock deep and Dan felt the familiar heat and throbbing of Jimmy's eruption in his ass. "Clean us off gents," Jimmy said after they'd all caught their breath. Craig crawled forward as Jason took his cum covered cock out of Craig's ass and put it in Dan's mouth. After Jason pulled his cock out of Dan's mouth, Dan leaned his head up to clean the rest of the cum off Craig's taint. Craig meanwhile licked the cum off Dan's cock and then made out with his hole. As the four men lay panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, Dan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He'd crossed a line, embraced a part of himself he'd long denied. And as he looked into Jason and Jimmy's eyes, he saw not judgment, but pride. "You did good, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft. "You gave voice to what you wanted." Dan smiled, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I did, didn't I?" Craig, his body still entwined with Dan's, leaned in, his voice low. "We all have our demons, Dan. But when you embrace them, when you let them consume you, that's when you truly start living." As the four men disentangled, Dan felt a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. He knew that this was just the beginning, that his journey into this world was far from over. "Think about it, Dan," Jimmy said, his hand resting on Dan's shoulder. "If you want to take the next step, we'd love to help you out." Dan nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this offer was both a gift and a challenge, a chance to fully embrace the lifestyle that Jason and Jimmy promoted. As he stood, his body still trembling, Dan's eyes met Jason's, and he saw a spark of recognition, of understanding. He knew that whatever decision he made, whatever path he chose, Jason and Jimmy would be there, guiding him, pushing him to explore the darkest, most [banned word] corners of his desires. And as he left the apartment, the weight of their offer still lingering in the air, Dan knew that his life would never be the same. The transformation had begun, and there was no turning back.

Jason's thumb hovered over the send button. He'd been waiting to see Dan online, the anticipation building since the last episode. With a deep breath, he typed, "Hey, Dan. Just wondering... did you enjoy fucking Jimmy?" The response was almost instantaneous, as if Dan had been eagerly awaiting Jason's message. "Hell yeah, he's hot as fuck. Can't stop thinking about him." A smirk played on Jason's lips as he typed his next message, his fingers flying across the screen. "Glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking... maybe you'd be up for something a little more... intense. You game for a threesome? Think you can handle both our cocks?" Dan's reply followed a pregnant pause. "Yes, I'm in. When?" Jason's pulse quickened at Dan's acceptance. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight. You free?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dan responded, his words dripping with desire. As the plan was set in motion, Jason and Jimmy prepared for the evening ahead. They sat side by side on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The bareback porn playing on the screen in front of them served as a backdrop to their own growing arousal. Jason's hand found Jimmy's, their fingers intertwining as they stroked each other's cocks, the rhythm slow and deliberate. The door clicked open, and Dan stood there, his eyes raking over the scene before him. He licked his lips, his gaze locking with Jason's. "Ready for me?" Jason's smirk was predatory as he rose from the couch, Jimmy mirroring his movements. "Always." They closed the distance between them, their hands roaming over Dan's body, mapping every curve and plane. Jimmy's lips brushed against Dan's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "We've been waiting for you." Dan shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as Jason's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. "Take off your clothes, Dan. Let us see what we're working with." Obediently, Dan stripped, his body flushed with anticipation. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their unspoken agreement hanging in the air. They moved as one, their mouths and hands exploring Dan's body, leaving no inch untouched. Jimmy's tongue swirled around Dan's nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Jason's fingers delved into the valley of Dan's ass, his touch firm and insistent. Dan moaned, his head falling back, his body arching into their touch. "You like that, don't you, Dan?" Jason murmured, his voice low and husky. "Like being touched, being wanted." Dan's response was a strangled moan, his body trembling with need. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance before turning their attention to Dan's cock, their mouths taking turns worshipping the throbbing length. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Jason and Jimmy moved in sync, their bodies a well-choreographed dance as they prepared Dan for what was to come. They took turns rimming him, their tongues delving deep, their fingers stretching him open, their touches building a crescendo of pleasure, while Dan lubed the other's cock with his spit. Jimmy was the first to push his cock into Dan's hole while Jason fed him poppers. "Such a good slut," Jason said, stroking Dan's hair as he fucked his mouth, "love watching your ass take Jimmy's fuckstick." Jimmy worked Dan open with smooth strokes, then told Jason to switch places. When they did, they made sure Dan was in position to watch the porn as he got fucked. "Yeah, taste your ass on my dick," Jimmy grunted, as Jason fucked Dan, picking up the pace. The porn playing in the background shifted, the scene changing to one of verbal poz talk. The voices of the men on screen were urgent, their words raw and desperate as they begged to be converted. Jason and Jimmy's movements became more primal, their thrusts into Dan's mouth and ass synchronized and fierce. Dan was a willing participant, his body responding to their touch, his moans filling the room. Jason and Jimmy spit roasted him, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth and ass, their rhythm relentless. They switched positions, their movements a blur of flesh and desire, their bodies glistening with sweat. As the porn reached its climax, so did Jimmy, his body tensing as he thrust deep into Dan's ass, his cum shooting hot and heavy. The moment was intense, the air crackling with unspoken emotions. Dan lay panting, his body sated, as Jason and Jimmy caught their breath. Jason's voice was low and commanding as he instructed Dan, "clean up Jimmy' cock but leave that hole gaping so I can look at his poz cum inside you." Dan nodded, his movements sluggish as he followed Jason's instructions. Jason leaned in, his tongue delving into Dan's ass, his taste buds savoring the remnants of Jimmy's cum. He pulled back, his eyes locking with Dan's, and fed him a taste of Jimmy's poz cum, a silent, intimate exchange passing between them. Dan's eyes widened, his body stiffening, but he didn't pull away. Jason's gaze was intense, his voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you, Dan? Want to feel us inside you, marking you as ours." Dan's response was a nod, his throat working as he swallowed, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. Jason's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he thrust back into Dan, his movements slow and deliberate, his cock chasing its own climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Dan's body tensed, his cock spurting as he came, his cum coating Jason's stomach. But as the moment passed, the atmosphere shifted. Dan's body became rigid, his eyes distant, his mind elsewhere. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, his words rushed. "I should go." Jason's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Dan's face, but Dan was already dressing, his back turned. The door clicked shut, leaving Jason and Jimmy alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between them. Jason turned to Jimmy, his eyes uncertain, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you think... was the conversion porn too much? Too soon?" Jimmy's expression was calm, his voice assured. "It's a lot to process, Jason. But it'll marinate in his brain. Soon enough, he'll realize he wants our HIV in his guts. He'll come back, craving what we have to offer."

Part 2: Have you ever heard the tale of the Two Wolves? We all have two wolves inside us, trying to control differently and the wolf that you feed is the wolf that wins. I sat there with my hands on the keyboard, torn. My mind vs this carnal desire. Everything I had ever wanted vs a physical, emotional desire that would take everything I had ever wanted away from me. I tried so hard to remove my hands from the keyboard, but I felt powerless to do so. I saw the warning signs, I knew that this was not just sexual, it was so much more, so much more dangerous. I must have sat there for what seemed like an hour letting my two wolves battle, with neither wolf seeming to gain an edge, but then something happened that pulled the dark wolf ahead, he messaged me. Dan: Hey, you’re online Me: (fingers on the keyboard shaking with nervous excitement) Me: Yeah, I just had a couple minutes free and wanted to say hi Dan: It’s been a long time, I wish you had more than a couple of minutes Me: yeah, I just came home early, and my wife will be here soon Dan: Well, I’m glad you did Me: me too Dan: glad you still think about me Me: I do Dan: I still think about you too, a lot Me: Dan: I think about that night in your car and how I should have taken you by the hand and led you inside my apartment Me: you think I would have followed? Dan: I think you would have been nervous, but I think you wanted me to take you inside Me: maybe so, I was incredibly scared though Dan: you really were! You were shaking when I touched you Me: lol Dan: but I think you would have relaxed once we got inside, and we were alone Me: maybe, but I was scared half to death Dan: I would have been gentle with you Me: I believe that Dan: who knows what that would have started. I think if we had made love that night, it would have changed a lot Me: how so? Dan: We would have been closer, more connected, and you would want it more than you can imagine so you would have come back Me: I can see that being true Then during the chat something happened that I didn’t expect: Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: ignores it Dan: please Me: I don’t know Dan: don’t turn your camera on, I just want you to see Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: (accepts) I have my video off, but he can hear me. I see him lying in bed, its dark the bed is a mess as he is laying there on the sheets with no shirt. Dan: Are you there? Me: (nervously) yes Dan: it is so good to hear your voice, I wanted you to hear mine and see me, all of me He points the camera down to his rock hard cock and starts slowly stroking it Dan: Do you like it? Me: (my voice cracks) yes Dan: it likes you Dan: it wants you and only you I find it almost hard to breath now Dan: Do you want it? Please PLEASE tell me you do Me: I do! Dan: Good baby, I knew that you did Dan starts stroking a little faster and moaning. My cock is rock hard and I pull it out and start to stroke it with him, trying not to cum, but being so turned on. Dan: FUCK! It feels so good to be inside you. Finally, we are together Dan: Tell me you want me raw Me: I want you! Dan: Tell me you want my bare cock inside you Me: I want you inside me Dan: come on baby, please take me bare. I need it, I need you Me: I want you to fuck me raw Dan: Fuck yes babe! I slide my huge bare cock inside you, you feel so much better than I had ever dreamed. I whisper in your ear that we are together now. Tell me you want it! Me: I want it babe! I do! Dan: I start fucking your faster and deeper, I hear you moan with pleasure as I get deeper and deeper. I tell you that we are going to be together forever now, there is no going back now, it’s just you and me baby. I know you want it. I am so close to cumming right now, and I am so caught up in the story I would do whatever he wanted, I have fully lost control! Me: I do want it babe: Dan: tell me you want me to cum inside you! Tell me you want cum flowing through your veins! Tell me that you belong to me now! Tell me that I am yours and you are mine! You’re going to leave your wife behind to be with me. Please baby! Fuck please! Me: Cum inside of me baby! Cum deep inside of me, I am yours! Dan: Fuck, I can’t hold it back anymore! I am going to cum! I push as deep as I possibly can inside of you trying to ensure my cum is injected directly into your veins. And I lean over and whisper in your ear, my poz cum is my wedding vow to you, there is no going back for either of us as my cock starts pouring a river of poz cum inside of you. Me: I want it! I see dan on camera shooting out a huge load all over his bed and I do the same, cuming all over my office chair. I sat there for a minute trying to regain my composure. That is the most intense sex Ive ever had and it wasn’t real. But now I am starting to come down from my high and reality is sinking in. What the fuck have I done! If I thought I had created a dangerous situation before, what I have I done now! Dan: Oh my gosh! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had! And I am SO happy that you feel the same way about me! Me: Dan: Babe, I promise you that I am going to treat you so good. I am going to make you happy, trust me. Me: Dan: We need to make this happen soon! I know you’re ready too! Me: Dan: you still cleaning up after that great fuck? Lol Me: Me: Gotta run, wife just walked inside!!! Sorry Dan: What? Tell her about us, its time! We are together now! Dan: She needs to know about us so we can start with our life. I logged off without responding to the last two messages. I sat there thinking to myself, what have I done. I have no control over myself and I’m going to throw my life away. I just told him I wanted to divorce my wife and marry him. I cannot be trusted. The next day I thought to myself, ever since 9th grade, I have worked towards 1 goal, become a lawyer, have a successful practice, have the hot trophy wife that everyone wants, have a membership at the country club, take vacations to Aspen, the Bahamas, nice places. And I have all of that right now, but I am trying my best to throw all of it away. And don’t be mistaken, it will ALL be taken from you. If your wife finds out, you will get a divorce and her father will drag you through court so long that you won’t be able to take on other cases, not that any other cases will come to you. Your father-in-law will be sure to spread it to the far corners of the earth that you cheated on your wife with a homeless HIV drug addict, whatever he can say to ruin my reputation and he is well enough connected to do so. If you cannot control your desires to have a guy fuck you, you can easily find another guy. A guy who isn’t infected with every std possible, a guy who isn’t trying to own you and keep you locked in a cage. There must be some guy out there like me, that wants something secret. If the urges ever get that bad, that is what I will do, Dan is no longer an option. For almost a year and half, I hardly thought of dan. I forced myself to believe that it wasn’t an option, and if the urge ever occurred, I just told myself, well you need to try something different, dan isn’t an option anymore. Most of the time, I would just go and jerk off and occasionally I would watch a little porn and then JO, but that seemed to work, it satisfied the craving. Over the next year and half, my business grew, I had 2 other attorneys working for me and not to mention a very sexy assistant. And my relationship with my wife got better, I honestly believe this happened when I hired my assistant. She got a little jealous and more interested in me. Things were going good. Right around the year and half mark, I got a pretty big case, back in my college town, back where dan was, and I had to go back there for the first time since I graduated, over 12 years ago. Our first in court appointment on the case was on Thursday morning at 9am. Now, I live two and half hours from there, so leaving at 6:30am isn’t that difficult, but I thought it would be best to drive up the day before and get a hotel room, just so I’m prepared you know. My wife actually offered to come and stay with me, but I told her that I wanted to go over the case material in the hotel room, so she decided to stay back. The nostalgia of being back in your college town, what can i say, it felt great. Something inside you makes you feel young again, young wild and free! But none of that was true, it just felt that way. First thing I did was I went to the gym, then I came back to the hotel and ate dinner at the hotel bar. I sat there for almost 2 hours having drinks, flirting with the bar tender. She was younger, in college, tattooed up and just looked sexy as hell. I have to admit, I was very tempted to invite her up, this is probably the first sign that I’m letting college nostalgia effect my head. But, you can never tell with bar tenders, is she flirting with me because she wants a tip or something more, and there was no way I was going to stay down there another 3 hours until they closed. So I left her a $100 tip, (yes, I was definitely trying to show off) and told her it was fun talking with her and left. I got up to the room and took a shower and then with just a towel wrapped around me sat on the bed and turned on the tv and grabbed my notes, time to go over the case material. But, I was buzzing pretty hard from the drinks and found it hard to concentrate. So I thought I would jerk off really quick and the first thing that popped in my mind wasn’t the sexy bar tender, it was Dan. I told myself that Dan wasn’t an option, but I’m not going to talk to him, I’m just going to Jerk off thinking about him, the guard then came down. That is where it all changed course. It put dan back on the table, it no longer was “Not an option”. I allowed myself to think about him, about our last conversation, and right now my mind wasn’t focused on the part about me losing everything I had ever worked for, it was focused in on the part with his extremely long cock. I was already getting hard, but there was something inside me that wanted more, like just going to jerk off was drinking a diet soda, I didn’t want diet soda, it wasn't going to satisfy this craving, I wanted more. I almost immediately had my laptop open on the site ready to log in and then there was this subtle howl, the other wolf was trying so hard to change my mind but I didn’t even take the time to think it over. I pressed the “login” button. Immediately I see that I had almost 35 messages from Dan since the last time we spoke, this did bring me back down a notch and alarms started going off Dan: Last night was so fun! Love you (a few days later) Dan: I can’t wait to see you baby! Love you so much! (the next day) Dan: Just thinking about last night, I am so happy that we feel the same. Love you (a week later) Dan: Hurry back on here, I miss you! (another week later) Dan: ok, this is starting to make me mad. I need to talk to you (The next day) Dan: Look, you and I both know how you really feel. You want this more than I do, quit being an ass. (a few weeks later) Dan: I guess you decided to stay with your whore wife. Who cares about me huh? What about you? You know that you want me, you crave me, I am the only one who can make you happy! (the next day) Dan: ok, I guess I will have to call your wife and tell her about us. I guess you’re not big enough of a man to do it, so you need me to come do it for you. (a month later) Dan: You should see the guy I fucked last night, he reminded me so much of you in college. He took a huge load! (a month later) Dan: What are you going to do when I come to your office and just walk into your office and bend you over your desk and fuck you raw as everyone hears you begging me to cum inside you! (several months later) Dan: omg! I can’t believe I sent that message; I was so drunk and was out with this really hot college guy that I’m dating now and I didn’t even remember sending that. Sorry, hope you’re ok. (6 months later) Dan: Hey! Just wanted to say hi, haven’t talked to my husband (lol) in a while so thought I would say hi. Hi hubby. Lol remember that night haha (1 month later) Dan: sends video message of him jerking off and as he is cumming he says “Oh fuck, I can’t wait until I get to cum inside you again babe” (the next day) Dan: sorry I meant to send that to someone else. Hope you’re ok (a few months later) Dan: Funny story, I was talking about you last night with my boyfriend and he totally wants to meet you! (a few days before now) Dan: Hey just think about you, wanted to catch up and say hi and see how things are going. I read them all several times, thinking it all over carefully. This guy is not stable, he is dangerous. He would do anything possible to infect you, rape, stealth you, anything. He sincerely believes that by doing this, we will essentially be married because where else can I go? I can’t go back to my wife, and who would start dating me when I have HIV+, Hepatis, and Herpes, whatever std he has. I would have nowhere to go, so I guess I would just marry him, and he would move in with me and I would buy him a car and we would take vacations all over and he wouldn’t have to do anything. So, he will do anything possible to get his toxic load inside you. That brought me down, but I still wanted to Jerk off thinking about him, so I pulled up that video he sent me and watched him stroking his long cock and shooting his load and hearing him say he was cumming inside me. I watched it over and over with my hand on my cock, but I couldn’t bring myself to jerk off, I didn’t want to cum. I wanted more! Me: Hey man, things are good, how are you? I see you have a boyfriend now, I am happy for you. Within 5 minutes: Dan: Just working, great to hear from you. Me. Work, work work, lol all work no play Dan: lol, you never let me play! Me: you have a boyfriend to play with (not believing he has a boyfriend) Dan: he doesn’t have to know Me: Dan, you don’t want to cheat Dan: You don’t tell him, I won’t tell your wife, I little secret Me: lol, secrets can be dangerous Dan: I like that Me: I know you do! Dan: so do you! Me: I do? Dan: What are you doing online? Me: Sitting in a hotel supposed to be working but doing something else Dan: I wish I was something else 😉 Me: lol, I didn’t say letting something else do me Dan: You should say that Me: really? Dan: Yes Me: Your boyfriend is going to be mad at you Dan: He knows about you, about us Me: what does he know Dan: he knows everything Dan: why are you in a hotel working? Wife kick you out? Me: lol, no. I’m here in town for work. Dan: You’re in town right now? Me: for tonight, I have a court early tomorrow Dan: Where are you staying? Me: The Montgomery Dan: Of course, the nicest hotel around Me: Lol, business expense Dan: what are you going to do when I come over Me: how are you going to get here? Dan: call a cab Me: you don’t know what room number I’m in though Dan: are you really there Me: (sends picture out of window) Dan: You can’t tease me, let me come over! Me: I can’t I have to study, you have a boyfriend, I have a wife Dan: We broke up last week Me: oh, I’m sorry (still not believing he ever had a boyfriend) Dan: Please! We don’t have to have sex, I just want to hang out Me: Really? You think you could come over, be alone in a bedroom and just talk? Dan: Yeah, I mean hopefully you will give me a hug and maybe a kiss, but we don’t have to have sex unless you want to. Me: I really need to study for this case Dan: I’m taking $20 out of the register now to get a cab, that’s enough to get me there, someone else will have to bring me back 😉 Me: you cant steal from your work you will lose your job Dan: I will pay them back somehow, you can loan me $20, right? Me: and now you’re talking about staying the night, you just said we wouldn’t have sex Dan: Just called the cab Me: you still don’t know my room number Dan: That means I have 10 minutes to get it from you before I get there. Me: Dan, hold on a minute! Dan: Already called the cab Me: Really hold on, lets think about this Dan: too late, what is your room number Me: Dan: I guess I could ask the front desk Me: Dan, come on. Lets talk this through Dan: we have been talking for years! If you don’t want to have sex, we won’t. Me: Dan: Getting in the cab Me: 5 minutes later Dan: (sends photo of the hotel) Me: what the hell! Dan: Should I ask the bar tender or the front desk for your room number? Me: hold on one second Dan: They’re really going to be “why is he going up to his room” Me: Dan, seriously hold on one second. Dan: Front desk it is Me: Ok! Dan: Ok what? Me: NO sex, right? Dan: up to you! Me: 412 I am pacing through the room, not knowing what to do before I realize I am still just wearing a towel. There is a knock at the door, “hold on one second”. I turn off the lights except the tv and the lights coming in the window and grab some shorts tee shirt and throw them on really quick and go to the door. I slowly open the door and see dan, much older and skinnier than I remember, but it has been over 10 years, and he isn’t the healthiest person I know, so he hasn’t exactly aged well. He walks in and the door shuts, he hugs me and kisses me, and I pull back a little. Dan: I’ve missed you so much! Me: I missed you too, but I cant…. Dan: I know, but you would have just talked all night Me: did you really steal from your work Dan: yeah, I had to, what else could I do. I had to see you Me: Dan: give me a hug! Dan steps in gives me a hug, as his arms wrap around me, he pulls himself in close and lingers, as he slightly pulls back and say’s I’ve missed you so much and leans in and kisses me. He sits down on the bed and taps beside him, come sit down! I hesitate and he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he pulls me to where I am standing directly in front of him, he then puts his hands behind me, on my butt and pulls me in and hugs me, with his face right next to my dick. He slowly turns his face to where his face is directly on my cock with nothing but a thin pair of shorts between us as he takes in a deep breath. He then lays back on the bed holding onto my hands pulling me on top of him, he puts both of his hands behind my knees pulling my legs to his side, so I am straddling him. Dan: this feels so good Me: I thought we were just going to be friends tonight Dan pulls himself up close to me and puts his right arm around me and twists to the left rolling over on top of me between my legs. Dan: you said we could hug and kiss As he leans over and starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat, for a second I kiss him back but then reality awakens me as I push him back. He pulls back and smiles. He then leans down and kisses me more forceful this time, again I kiss him for a second, but then stop, but he doesn’t. He starts kissing my neck and with his right hand he moves it below my left knee, pulling my knee up as he starts grinding on me. I feel his cock getting harder and pushing through his pants and pressing up against me. Completely out of my control, my cock starts getting hard, but I still try and stop him. Me: hold on dan Me: Dan! Hold on a second Dan just moans and keeps kissing me and grinding more forcibly. Me: Dan STOP! Dan gets up and with both hands pulls my shorts off, I try to stop but it happens so fast I didn’t even see it coming, he unbuttons his pants right in front of me as I am laying there on the bed. Me: Dan we need to stop now Dan: it’s ok, I promise, I will keep my underwear on, I just want to blow you like I did before. Me: Please, we need to stop Dan pulls his pants down and is standing there in his dirty white underwear, he drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. I gasp for air, it feels so good, I am convincing myself that I will let him blow me and that’s all. It feels so good, my hips start to move. That movement you feel when you know the other person really wants it, I couldn’t control it. Then I feel his finger pushing inside of me, he must have had lube in his pocket, but he is pouring lube inside of me pushing more and more into me with his fingers, he goes from one finger to two to 3. I actually start to moan, then I feel him mouth leave my cock and go to my stomach, my chest my neck, my mouth and I kiss him back. Then I feel him pushing his bare cock towards me, I turn my head and say “NO!” Me: we can’t do that, ok? Dan: its ok baby, its ok As he keeps pushing it towards my lubed-up hole but I am blocking him. Then dan puts his hands around both of my wrists and holds them down as he continues to try and push his cock in me. Me: Dan, stop! We can’t to this. Not like this, we have to use a condom stop! Dan: its ok babe, I know you want this Dan removes his right hand from my wrist and puts it behind my knee pulling my knee up towards me giving him better access, with my free hand I try to stop him so he takes his left hand and puts it on my throat, with one hand holding my knee up and the other directly on my throat, leaving all of his wait pushing down on my throat, it’s hard to speak or even breath. Then I feel it, his bare cock is pushing in me, with one more push, his hard bare cock is about 1/3 of the way in me. He then removes his hands from my leg and throat and collapses on me and starts to kiss me. Dan: You feel so fucking good! I knew you wanted this As he starts taking slow strokes getting deeper and deeper. as he continues to speak under his breath with every stroke Dan: It's ok babe Dan: You know you want it, i know you really want this His breathing is getting heavier and heavier Dan: You know you fucking want this I am lying there in shock at what is happening, but at the same time this is the first time I have ever had anything inside of me, ever! So, I am also feeling this feeling. Dan keeps going harder and harder and getting deeper and deeper until he finally gets his entire bare cock buried inside of me, he then looks me right in the eye and kisses me and says Dan: you feel so good! I am already about to cum Me: dan, don’t cum inside of me please. I’m not ready Dan: It’s ok baby! I love you, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you. This is the only way As he starts fucking me again, I try to push him back, but he just grabs my wrists again holding me down and fucks me even harder until he takes one last thrust that makes me grunt, and then I feel his cock exploding inside of me. Dan: fuck! i'm cumming baby, i'm cumming I just lay there feeling his huge cock pumping over and over again pouring his poz load inside of me. He collapses on top me and I hear him say “I love you baby” as he rolls off to the side and lays there trying to catch his breath. I am just lying there, and what is kind of funny is that I’m not thinking about his poz load inside of me. I just keep thinking “was I just raped”. I honestly don’t know. I feel like I was saying no, and tried to stop him, but at the same time he was saying stuff like “I love you and I miss you”. And, I was rock hard and my clock exploded too. Do you cum if you’re actually getting raped? I honestly didn't know if this was actual rape. I laid there thinking that for about 20 minutes before it dawns on me that his toxic load is still inside of me. I get out bed without waking him up and go sit on the toilet for 30 minutes hoping it will just all come out of me. This is when I realize what has just happened. There is no going back now, everything he wanted he may have just got, everything I have ever wanted I may have just lost. I went and laid back down, trying to sleep, but that wasn’t possible. A couple hours later he woke up and went to the bathroom, I tried to pretend like I was sleeping, but I hear him walk out of the bathroom and comes lays back in bed beside me. He lays right next to me, and I continue to pretend to be sleeping, as he starts kissing my neck and then he starts rubbing my cock again. I just lay there as he continues on, but soon my cock starts to get hard, and I hear him say “there you are” I kind of moan from pleasure and move my hips as he starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat. It feels so good, I kiss him back and he climbs on top of me, between my legs, I feel his cock getting hard and rubbing against me and he is grinding his rock hard cock up against me. Dan: I fucking want you Me: Mhmmm Dan: do you want me Me: (I open my eyes, no longer pretending to be asleep and look him in the eyes. Here I am in my thirties, in my prime, with a $100k car in the parking lot, and here he is, old, sickly, doesn’t even have $20 dollars to his name, and he wants to own me, he wants me to give him everything I have and how do I respond, I bite my lower lip, looking him in the eyes and shake my head yes, yes I want you. You can have me, you can have everything!) Dan: (smiles) tell me Me: I want you Dan: No, I need to hear it all. Do you want me to fuck you raw, do you want us to be one Me: yes, I want you to fuck me raw Dan: you want me to cum inside of you, my toxic poz load inside of you Dan: you can’t go back to your old life now, you will be mine. Is that what you want? Me: yes, I want you so badly Dan: (Grins so big) Dan: If you want us to be married, grab my bare cock and slide it in you I do as i'm told, looking him in the eyes the entire time, I reach down between his legs and grab his bare cock and aim it towards my hole. As I am doing this dan looks me in the eyes and says: Dan: be careful here, if you do this, I am going to poz you. You can’t go back to your wife, if you try to run, I will find you and ruin you. If you put my cock inside you, we are together forever and if you even think about leaving me, I will ruin you! Im laying there with his huge bare cock in my hand aiming it directly towards my hole and I hear him say all this and I realize that he isn’t going to force himself on me this time, its my decision and it's totally up to me. If I do it, I have to leave my wife and essentially be married to him, or he is going to ruin me. He is giving me an out. He is letting me stop and say goodbye to him. He always thought if he got the chance to fuck me, that I would be the one to give it all up for him, and now he is giving me the option to stop it and let him go or to choose a life with him. It is all running through my mind, what do I do? I know what i have to do, i look him right in the eye: Me: I do! Me: Your load has the power to make us one. I don't want you to use a condom, I don't want you to pull out. If you infect me now, I will be yours forever. Dan smiled really big - everything he had wanted for 12 years was about to be his Dan: This is our wedding, you're mine now He then stuck his finger in my ass and started fingering me without lube and doing it very rough, I could feel his fingernails scratching my inside. I clenched up and grunted from the pain, but he didn’t stop, he just went harder and harder. When he finally finished, he pulled out his finger which was covered in blood. Dan: there is no chance you won’t get infected now, you ready? I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it towards my hole. I was his.

Part 21, Do I help or no? Mr C was climbing into the shower and said, 'hey pup, can you go downstairs, the room across from the play, I mean the rec room is the laundry room, can you get our work clothes out of the drier and bring them up?' Knowing we were running late, I bolted down stairs in just my underwear. I was walking through the lower level where the huge screen TV and wet bar were and saw the hallway where the laundry room was. It was darker heading down the hallway, but there was a red glow coming out of the rec room. I could hear the dryer buzzing so I knew which door it was in. However, right before entering the laundry room i looked to my right and saw the red light. It was just a small red light on the ceiling in the center of the room. I turned and entered the room. This is the room that I was in yesterday when Mr. C had me get him some things from the fridge. The light was directly over the hammock in the middle of the room. My eyes got accustom to the light a little bit and I entered the room. I realized there were mirrors all over and cabinets. I put my left hand on the chain holding the hammock up and ran my right hand on the leather straps of the cradle of it. It reminded me of something. But what? I heard Uncle Terry holler down the steps 'did you find it ok'? Startled, I turned back toward the door and entered the laundry and said 'yes Sir, getting the things now'. As I turned off the light of the laundry room and my eyes again focused on the red light above the hammock, I remembered.... oh it is like from my dream I had. I was in a hammock like that in a dark room with candles. I felt my cock harden as i turned to the left and headed back through the lower level to the stairway up. Mr. C was standing looking out of the window over the kitchen sink finishing a cup of coffee. He continued to look outside as he was rinsing the mug before putting it in the dishwashers. He was standing there just in his underwear, tall and confident. I could see the sun pouring in the window and illuminating the fur on his broad chest and my cock continued to thicken. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just shot my load a few minutes ago and it was already getting hard. I put the clothes on the kitchen island and separated my stuff from his. As I pulled my jeans on, I winced at the tenderness in my butt and upper thighs. Hopefully tomorrow at school the trainer is in and can stretch me out a little before hockey practice. As Mr. C approached the island to start putting his clothes on, he noticed me smiling and said, 'whats so funny?' 'Funny? Nothing, just really happy Sir. This last day has been amazing. I am so happy you gave me a job and let me sleep over and well. Well, and.' 'And what?' he said 'Well, you guys taught me more about growing up and the circle jerk and how to shave and all kinds of stuff. I just really appreciate it and I just wanted you to know how happy I am.' And with that, I went over to him and gave him a hug bear hug. I stood on my toes to be taller and my neck fit perfectly in the crook of this neck and shoulder. He held me for a long time, I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I just was taking in his freshly showered smell. I broke away from the hug quickly once I realized my cock was now rock hard against this thigh. He kind of shook his head quick, like ....what? why? whats wrong? He saw me adjusting myself and turning red. He came over and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes and said, 'Lukas, dont ever be embarrassed for having a hard on around me. I am flattered.' And with that, he opened a drawer in the island and took out 3 of the blue diamond shaped vitamins and gave me two and he took one. We finished getting dressed and I smiled back again and let him know that I heard and appreciated his not teasing me about my erection. He let me drive and on the way to the restaurant, I just sat there with a grin. My hard cock had escaped the leg band of my boxer briefs and was snaking down the leg of my jeans. Mr. C looked over at me and said, 'can I ask you something pup'? I glanced over and nodded and raised my eyebrows. 'Did you enjoy spending the night with me?' I quickly said, 'oh my heavens, yes Sir' 'And what about with Uncle Terry?' 'Oh yes Sir, I think he is great, you guys seem like the best of friends' 'Yeah, we are very close for sure' He then asked, 'did you like him helping you shave?' 'Yeah, it was super cool that he helped me. I am sorry I got so turned on by it.' 'Stop right there Lukas. Please don't ever apologize for being turned on. Being turned on is a gift. A gift to you and to the person who is making you turned on. It is a beautiful way to show appreciation to a man who is making you happy. Please dont ever conceal that, ok? Well, you have to be careful, but for me you know and want to know more, it is a beautiful thing. ok?' With a huge smile, I said, 'sweet, thanks for explaining that to me.' 'I mean dont be a slut like women are, but it is ok to appreciate being turned on, you will learn how to regulate that excitement with time. I wondered, if you like the shaving, Uncle Terry only did your face. Maybe we could show you how to shave the rest of you later on?' 'The rest of me?' I asked? 'Oh yes, there are so many other parts men can trim or shave, maybe if you want, we can do some more when we get home', he said. 'Get home? 'Yes, well if you like hanging out at our house, I want you to think of it as yours as well.' 'Gosh Sir, I feel so safe and happy and loved there. I would love to spend more time with you. Well, or you and Uncle Terry when he is there.' As we pulled into the lot, he rustled my hair and said, 'good boy, now lets get you some tips. Do you remember everything from yesterday?' 'Yes Sir, I think so, oh, wait, my help cards, what did I do with my help cards?' He opened the glove box and pulled them out and handed them to me as we exited the truck and said, 'Here they are, I got you covered pup.' As we entered the restaurant and things were crazy busy. Mr C yelled out, 'what is going on?' Jax hollered back, 'we just got slammed with a huge order and we were already busy because of all the games on.' Mr. C said to 'go up front and help with the deliveries' while he joined Jax and the rest of the guys in the kitchen. There were 2 others ready to head out and they were each looking over the routes. Both saw this one order for two pizzas and the guy looked at the woman and said 'I aint going to that one, lets give it to the new kid'. 'Sure, I can do it, what is it?' I asked. The one guy said, 'it is bad area, lots of dealers and skanks. Here is what you do, you just go in the front door, dont ring the bell, they dont like that. There is a table as soon as you enter the house, they always leave a big stash of cash there. Just put the pizza down and take the money and get the fuck out of there. They are friends of Jax's but dont tell him I said so, but it is a bunch of his ex-cons. They have usually been partying and drinking so DON'T bother them! Do you hear me kid? Do NOT bother them. Just go in, drop off the pie, get your money and get the fuck out.' 'Sure I can do that, no worries' I said. I got this easy. I could see Sarah's name tag and she grabbed my arm and then she looked at the other guy and said, 'Wait, Noah, you realllllly should do this, you shouldn't let him go, he is new'. 'Fuck that.' Noah said, 'he is a big kid, he is 18, he can handle himself, right dude?' 'Yeah of course, I got this' I said and I loaded up the delivery box and headed out the back door. I found the house easy enough and parked in the driveway. There were several other cars in the driveway and sort of parked all over the place. The house was big but not well maintained. As I walked up the sidewalk, I could hear some house music getting louder. As Noah said, the front door was part way open and I entered. I had smelled pot a couple times before and when I was nearing the house it smelled like someone was smoking some of the marijuana. Sure enough, just inside the door was a table with a wad of cash on it. I set the pizza down and took the wad of cash. As I was turning to leave and stuffing the money into my pocket, I heard something that sounded like a cry for help. I stopped in my tracks and listened. The music was kind of loud but I heard it again. I moved closer to the rickety wooden steps leading to upstairs and bent my ear toward the steps. Then I heard it again, 'stop' 'please stop' 'stop it hurts' 'I cant' 'please'. It sounded like a woman, her voice was soft but scared. Maybe it was the TV? Maybe she was being hurt? Fuck, what do I do. I got out my cards and asked myself. 'Should I defy Noah's instructions to get the heck out and go upstairs and see if she needs help?' i turned over the card and it read... 'Yes, absolutely'. I slowly started to sneak up the old wooden staircase. The smell of marijuana was getting stronger and the music was getting louder. I made it to the top of the steps and hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. I carefully crept down the hallway and peaked into the room. It was two black dudes with their backs to me sitting on some old gross dirty furniture, smoking some weed and playing a video game. The noise of the music seemed to drown out my footsteps. Then I heard more cries for help. 'please don't' 'oh god' 'no' 'no' 'oh please' they weren't loud screams of pain, more like whimpers and mini screams mixed together. I snuck further down the dark hall and noticed the door was cracked open at the end of the hall. I got close enough to peak in and saw a dark haired guy blindfolded on the bed. It wasnt a woman at all, it was a dude. A small tiny dude having sex. He was tied around his arms and legs to the bed posts. There was this huge black dude covered in tats with a giant cock fucking him. There was a second black dude kneeling over his head feeding his big black cock deep into the guys mouth. I then noticed the guy getting used, reach over and picked up something over to this other side. It was a little brown bottle. My eyes instantly zeroed in on it. It was all I could see. My eyes got huge and I knew it was the bottle of magic. Just then, I felt a guy lunge at me from behind. I felt his arm come up from behind and get me in a head lock. He had to be 6 foot 6 inches and super strong. He other hand went up to my mouth and firmly clamped my mouth closed. My eyes stayed glued on the brown bottle from the room and my heart raced. The guy behind me held me very firm and whispered into my ear. Well well well, what do we have here, but a beautiful blond princess. If you know what is good for you just stay very calm and very still and he shook me a little and said 'understood'? I nodded my head yes and he started pulling me toward another room across the hallway.

Nerves are on high, but his 9 inch cock rest on my leg as he says, are you ready to fly? Fuck ya sir, as the point empties into my arm, and he takes the blue tourny off my arm, the rush thru my body, the cough, the tingle in my cock balls and hole, I say, Sir, fuck, fuck me now please! Oh i plan on it. He flips me over and spits on my hole, smacks it with his uncut precum soaked foreskin tip, and says, No turning back now boy, me not caring at all, He says, Take this poz chem cock, I look back, he slams his in his cock, seeing the blood on his dick has me spreading my bubble butt cheeks begging for him to wreck my hole, I can't believe how huge his cock got, and with no mercy he slams that thick dick balls deep, even tho I was so high the pain was so much, I scream out in pain, and pull away but he puts one foot on my neck and somehow swivels just right that his massive cock goes even further in my once tight hole. He grins with this devilish smile and I feel his cock go past that second hole and he lets out a low grunt and says, oh there it is , and for the next 30 minutes, probably longer, this bull just pounded me. I ended up blacking out for sometime, coming too to him still using my now stretched hole, adding a thumb or finger, saying, oh ya boy your hole is now mine, u feel my first load in your wrecked hole? I mumbled some thing as he slaps my face, and says, I can't hear you! YES SIR, I SAY. GOOD BOY! NOW, he pulls out and I notice 2 other men, even bigger than him, but then he come up to me and gets me some water. Well I thought it was water. And end up putting that blue thing in my arm as the other man grabs my hips, I feel his giant tip about to push in after that point is emptied then..... Part 2 coming soon 😈

Damn this happened on Sunday and I'm just finishing it up now. Coming up with a title for these is difficult sometimes. Ah I'll just go with this I guess had some other ideas in my head too. Overall my weekend was pretty relaxed and wasn't actively seeking any fun. But yesterday night definitely was different. I decided after dinner that I was going to go out and fuck around essentially. It took me a little more time then normal to prep myself since I wasn't strict on my routine over the weekend since wasn't playing. This is relevant to the story only reason I mentioned it. I was looking online while doing this to see who was around, potential opportunities, and also what was going on. I saw that it showed a park nearby was getting pretty busy and popular. Unfortunately it took too long so by the time I left to go there it was pretty much dead and desserted. I briefly mentioned that I went to one in a previous story. So I decided that it was a bust and left. I did see someone online who I talked with recently and asked what they were up to. They pretty much said going to bed and horny. We decided to get together. I drove to their place which wasn't too far. I walked in the door and was really surprised to see them. They had a partial face picture in their profile which gave me an idea. But seeing him in person. Damn sexy older daddy with a nice gray beard that was partially trimmed. The man immedietely grabbed me and passionately started kissing me. I kissed him back. Love guys who grab and pull me around. Will never get tired of it. After we finished kissing I went up the steps. We walked into his bedroom and I was surprised to see a red light over the bed. Very hot effect and he mentioned a certain bar I haven't been to yet also has that. We resumed the passionate kissing. While we were kissing he gently lifted my shirt and pulled it off. I dove for his hot daddy nipples and started sucking on his nipple gently. He really loved it and was moaning and groaning. I switched to the other one and discovered he had a nipple piercing a single one. Very hot. I serviced that one as well. He grabbed my dick through my jock strap because I was also wearing a jock strap. He grabbed my dick through my shorts and jockstrap and pulled them down. I grabbed his dick too which was hard. He invited me to his bed and we both layed on the bed for a moment holding each other and embracing each other. Light cuddling and we continued to make out. He did something I was very surprised about. He licked his finger and gently pushed his finger in my hole. But he did not stop. I generally do not like getting fingered or anything in my hole except a raw hard cock or hot tongue. But he was persistent and was gently opening me up. To my surprise he added a second finger and was fingering my hole gently but pushing deep. The way he did it felt really good and I kept moaning. After a while he pulled his fingers out. He layed on his back and I went to his cock and started sucking him. He had a nice thick fat daddy dick. He enjoyed me sucking him but I noticed his ass was twitching and moving a little. I knew what he wanted. I started fingering his hole lightly and wet my fingers to play with his hole. He moaned and groaned out. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked and he said yes he did. He flipped to his stomach and I spit on my dick. I pressed my dick against his hot daddy hole. Fuck his hole was actually kinda wet and warm. I've been fucking tight guys lately but his hole felt so fucking hot. I could tell I did not need to really be gentle. I started fucking him a little faster and harder from the get go. He said how big my dick is and how good it felt. I do like hearing that actually. I continued to fuck him and I knew I wasn't going to last. I built up more stamina and fucking and staying power lately but his ass was so wet and felt so good. No idea if he had other guys that fucked him that night but I didn't care. He asked me to breed him and I was more then happy to deliver. I shot my load in his ass and shouted out yelled out too. I was edging myself the night before and came so close to cumming was so glad I got to bred this hot passionate sexy daddy. I collapsed on him and we layed next to each other for a minute after I pulled out. We both made out some more and he said what a hot sexy boy I am. He told me he saw me at the park on the thing and told me that there have been reports of cops there so to be careful. He said there are others that are fun but safer. He told me he fucked a guy on a bench at one park. So fucking hot. We chatted briefly while I was getting dressed. We walked down the stairs and had one more passionate kiss goodbye until we both said goodnight and I left. I was kinda talking to a really hot bear guy but he kinda flaked out on me. It's fine it happens. But I think if he didn't flake out on me I think I would have stayed with that hot daddy a little longer. It was fine though but I was still kinda horny after the encounter. I knew "where" I was close to. So I drove by that place the bookstore I enjoy. But it was too packed so I drove past it and checked out another one. It was even more packed and I saw women outside there. Not my thing so I drove by a bar. I saw cars there and thought about going in but the crowd looked different then normal so i thought maybe not a normal night or a good night. I drove back to the bookstore and again no spots to park completely packed. I thought fuck maybe this is a sign. But I saw the security guard and he motioned me over somewhere. He guided me where to park and said I was good. He was a hot man too kinda stocky with a trimmed beard. Reminds me of when I sucked off a "straight" security guard at another place similar in another state. Would have been happy to suck him off or do more with them as my appreciation. But I would have done it anyways. Walking inside and going to the counter after I made my way inside. It was pretty packed. I saw a few hot guys just from walking in. As soon as I got near the front of the booths I saw a sexy tall daddy with a white goatee/beard trimmed. He looked at me and I looked at him. He stood up and I brushed my hand against him. He immedietely pulled me in a booth that had a glory hole in it. I have not actually played in booth like that with another guy generally just a closed one. But he spoke to me when I was in the room with him and he closed the door. He said "Boy i've been here for too long. I need to get off and you are going to suck every last drop of my load you understand boy". I got on my knees and looked up at him and said "yes Sir.". He called me a good boy and pulled out his cock. It was flaccid and not hard at the moment but I knew I'd get him hard and get him off. Before I could start he told me to take off my shirt. He then paused again and looked at me said "Boy do you service a man clothed?". I mean technically I have but the way he was asking me I loved it. I told him "No Sir, I'll strip completely for you". He once again told me I'm a good boy. I stripped into everything except the jockstrap I was wearing and boots. He pulled his shirt up and said I can do whatever I want to please him. I sucked on his nipples gently and he loved it and he was starting to moan. I could see his dick getting hard. I played with his other nipple as well. He then told me it was time to suck him off. I happily took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He was getting harder and he was starting to deep throat me. He pulled me off and told me to play with his balls and lick them. I took my tongue and bathed the hot Daddy Sir's balls. I was loving every command he was giving me. I then sucked on his balls too. Another guy was at the glory hole looking at us and he saw him stroking. He told me "Boy are you not going to take care of that man next to us?". I looked up at the Sir and looked at the glory hole and saw a huge cock in it. I started sucking him but he was really long. I was starting to choke a little. The hot daddy Sir pulled me off the guy. He told the guy to come in the booth with us. The guy immedietely left the booth and came into ours. He was a younger guy but he had a really long cock. The daddy Sir told me I am going to suck the guy's cock and I did. The hot daddy Sir was stroking and getting harder watching me service the random guy who he chose for me to. He told the guy I have a nice ass don't I. The guy said it is nice. He told the guy that he wants me to get fucked by him. He told me "Boy you are going to take his cock aren't you?". I responded "yes Sir I will do everything you want me to do". He again complimented me calling me a good boy. Unfortunately the kid used condoms. Not a fan of that. But he did fuck me for a little and he was fucking long. He did feel kinda good. But he slipped out a few times because my ass is resistant to condoms haha. He told me not to be a bitch but I told him I generally don't get fucked except raw. He pulled out and I went back to sucking his cock. The Daddy Sir was jacking his cock and he was rock hard. He commanded me "Boy suck my cock faggot cocksucker". The best way anyone can ask me to suck them. I immediately went back to sucking the daddy Sir. He started fucking my face and deep throating me. He yelled out and I tasted his salty cum. He came a lot. He kept pumping his load down my boy throat and I drank every last drop. He pulled out and thanked me. He said he needed a good boy to service him and he's happy I arrived. He left me with the guy in the room. The guy tried to fuck again with a condom but it just didn't work out. It felt good though. I left the booth after and thanked him. I decided to go to the bathroom to piss after getting fucked. I used the urinal and when I went to wash my hands I could not believe my eyes. It was..actually him. The long bearded man I mentioned from a story last weekend. I have another name for him and he has one for me but I should find maybe something else to call him here. I had a look of shock and maybe fear on my face. He just smiled looking at me and said "Hi". I said "Damn..you caught me hahaha". He responded back "Actually you caught me. I'm here too after all". We are in no way exclusive, dating, or monogamous or anything like that. I have occasionally told him about my encounters he has very rarely told me about his. We don't see each other all that much too. But he told me that he has been here for a while. He said he sucked a guy and had the guys cock all the way down his throat and it was hot. I told him what I just experienced. He said it sounds like fun and sounds hot. He grabbed me and we kissed not quite the level of the passionate kiss/energy exchanging we do but it was good to see him and kiss him. He said he is heading home because he has to work tomorrow. He told me to have fun but be careful. I wasn't sure if I should have followed him out or not but I didn't. I had to piss again anyways. But he left and I was still standing there kind of shocked. It wasn't a bad shock at all. But I shook it off and decided to go out of the bathroom. I walked around some and went to the dark room area. A little bit too dark to see anything like more then just literally and didn't seem like too much going on. Saw some guys I was interesting in earlier but maybe they disappeared. I went into one of the glory holes at the front and saw someone on the other side. They stuck out a fat cock through the glory hole. Couldn't get a good tell what they looked like maybe latino or hispanic. I did see a hispanic guy or two earlier that looked cute. I decided I didn't care and just started sucking his cock. He had a nice fat thick cock. It felt good in my throat and he was already pretty hard but he was rock hard in no time. I kept sucking him and deep throating him occasionally. He kinda just left his cock out and hard through the glory hole not try to face fuck more or anything. But he was rock hard. I wondered if he wanted to fuck. I was determined to find out. I pulled down my pants until I was just in my jock strap. I spit on my hole and pushed my ass against his dick. My ass was tight so I had to use more spit. Initially he wasn't doing anything even pushing in. I had to back up on him all the way. His cock felt nice and filling inside me. But then decided to start pumping. I felt his hot cock starting to pump in and out of my tight ass. Fuck I guess he did want to fuck. He started fucking me with me more intention and movement. I was starting to moan oat and groan and sigh about how good he felt fucking me bareback. He started to pull out farther and then back in. Before I knew it he was fucking me in faster strokes. I couldn't stop grunting and moaning at how good his cock felt. It wasn't too much longer and he never shouted or yelled. I just felt his load flood my ass and he continued to pump in and out of my hole. Until his cock deflated then he pulled out. I had a good look at him when he pulled out and was pulling his pants up. He was an older hispanic daddy and he looked cute. He was wearing a cowboy hat too. I thanked him and left. While I was there I talked to someone on a website. They didn't have much info in their profile but they did state they were verse. Their picture looked hot and cute even though I couldn't see them fully. We texted and they sent me more pictures so we agreed to meet. I left the bookstore and drove to his place. I got a little lost with parking and finding his unit. This is a common theme sometimes when I go to guys places. But he came out and greeted me. I was kinda stunned. I forgot after he sent me his picture but I didn't see it because I was driving. But he was very cute. Very sexy beard and mustache that was trimmed and nice black hair. He almost looked maybe hints of hispanic or something like that in him wasn't sure. A sexy man. I loved how he smiled at me when we walked up to me and we both embraced and kissed each other. It was a nice passionate kiss and I was surprised especially being in the parking lot. But it was 2 am-ish so it probably didn't matter. He took my hand and we both walked inside and to his unit. Walking into his unit I took around for a moment and thought it was a nice place. He led me into the bedroom and I told him I need to use the bathroom for a moment. I sat down and pushed all the cum out my ass from the hot hispanic daddy who bred me shortly before. I had no idea if he would be into another guy's load or not so I just decided to as a precaution. After that I walked back into the bedroom and he was lying in bed naked except for a nice jock strap. I though to to myself that the jockstrap was nice and a different material other then cloth. I almost sort of uhm lost my jockstrap and the place I was last at so it was in my back pocket. I took it out and put it on. I crawled into bed with him and we both passionately started kissing. He was initially not as open with kissing but he got more into the more we kissed and more we played which was great. I could tell overall he was a very passionate man which is a huge turn on for me. But I was going to find out how much he was. When we were making out I pulled away and moved to his nipples. I started slowly sucking on his nipples and he was moaning and sighing. He said how good it felt. I continued to suck on his nipples and then went to the other one. I worked my way down his chest licking his chest hair and his stomach. He seemed to really love this. When I got to his jockstrap with his crotch I discovered something very quickly. I groped his crotch and realized something was attached to his cock. I knew it was a PA. I pulled down his jockstrap and I was right. He had a nice fat hard cock with a PA attached. Fuck. I was so hard and horny and excited when I made this discovery. I immediately took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him. He seemed to be really enjoying me servicing him. He was moaning and I could feel his cock getting harder. He pulled me off for a moment and we went back to kissing. He was playing with my ass while were kissing and started fingering it. He broke away for a moment and said if the PA is an issue he can take it out. I said no it's not an issue at all. He smiled and we went back to making out. He then flipped me over on my stomach and started eating my ass. Fucking his tongue and saliva felt so good when he was rimming me. My hole felt so wet and it felt like he rimmed me for a good while. Then he stopped rimming me for a moment and left my ass unattended. I felt a cold liquid at my hole and he was fingering me. He took his fingers out and started to press the head of his PA cock raw in my cummy hole. I wanted it to so bad. He was nice and gentle at least and let me back up on it. I backed my ass up on his fat thick PA cock. I felt the head push in with the PA it felt so fucking great. I was moaning out and wimpering. He took this as a sign to push in deeper and he did. Fuck my ass was actually relaxing on his fat thick PA dick. It could be a mix of the cum already in me and the lube but my hole was more relaxed then it normally would have been. He started pulling his thick raw PA cock out of my hole and pushing back in. Fuck he felt so damn good. He had a great fuck motion. He seemed to really like to pull the out all the way with the tip of his PA cock and push back in. I was in estacy getting fucked by this hot man with his hot PA cock raw in my hole. I was moaning and groaning and crying out while I was getting fucked bareback with a PA. It's been so many years since I had this. I can barely remember the last time I had a raw PA cock in me. He had a mix of letting me back my ass on his PA cock and also at the same fucking me with powerful fast fuck motions. At one point I felt his PA cock sliding out of me completely all the way and him shoving it back in fast. It was so fucking hot and their was so much passion and sexual energy in each fuck he threw at me. I can't believe my hole was open enough to take his PA cock. He fucked me for a good while and he didn't even really say he was cumming but I could tell. I heard him start to shout and I told him to breed me. He shot his load with PA raw cock in me. He stayed in me for a few more moments and then he pulled out. Just incredible. We both layed with each other for a moment making out. He said he loved fucking me. I played with his hard wet PA cock and started rubbing his hole. I asked him if he gets fucked and he said yeah but he doesn't get fucked often. That was an invitation. I flipped him over on his belly. My cock was already hard so I took some lube and started playing with his hole. He was really tight. It made my dick harder though. I lubed my cock and pushed in his hole. He was really tight and resistant but I was determined. But he was also very gentle with me with a huge fucking PA. He could ripped my ass open if he wanted to but he didn't. I pressed the head in slowly and just started slowly pulling my cock in and out with just the head. He was moaning and saying how good it felt. I kept fucking him like this for a while until he started to get more relaxed. I slowly started putting more of my cock in him a few inches at a time. He was moaning even more saying how big I am and how good it felt. I decided it was time and I pushed my cock all the way in him. His tight as felt so fucking good. He kept moaning out so I started pulling my cock out all the way and pushing it in him. Fuck he felt so good and I felt like I could cum soon. To my surprise he asked me to breed him. He said he wanted me to breed his ass. Fuck I was going to try and hold off a little longer but his tight ass felt really fucking good. Also it's been a long night. So I happily started fucking him harder and faster and shoving my cock deep in his tight relaxed hole. It didn't take long until I was shouting out and shot my load in him. I collapsed on him and held him for a few moments and then rolled off. We both lay next to each other for a moment and went back to making out. I told him I probably need to get going soon because it was probably close to 3 am at this point. He said he understood. We played with each other a little more and his dick was hard again. Holy fuck. He started playing with my ass again and my hole was twitching. He told me "You probably have to leave in a little bit don't you?". He started grinding his PA cock against my hole. I told him "I can stay longer". Before I knew it I was back on all fours and his PA cock was pressing in me. Fuck. This time he was a little less gentle and shoved his cock in me. Fuck I felt him sink in me but I felt so fucking good. I was moaning out and yelling again and he put he arm around me. He continued to fuck me and I could just feel his PA cock sliding in out of my hole. He was fucking me faster and harder and I was starting to go into a zone or headspace. My hole felt like it was trying to get a little tighter too. He popped out for a second and when he pushed back in I could feel my hole give slight resistance. When he was fucking me more aggressive and his arm was in front of me I bite semi hard on his arm. He started grunting and growling. He said that's so fucking hot and sexy. I bit down harder on his arm and this time he did tell me that he was going to cum and he was going to breed me. I felt his load fill me up again and I kept biting his arm. Once he was done breeding me I gently sucked on his arm and he lay on top of me for a few moments. He rolled off me and we went back to kissing again. He said that was fucking hot. He also told me I can bite down on him he said he likes it and it's hot. Damn this man was so fucking passionate I love it. He invited me to stay the night but he said it's up to me. I told him well I'm probably not going to get a lot of sleep anyways and he's also close to where I am. He kissed me and thanked me and we both got ready for bed. But to probably no one's surprise reading this we did not fully go to sleep. We cuddled in bed for a little bit and he played with my nipples. He was holding me spooning me. I felt his hard PA cock at my ass. Oh my god he wanted to fuck me again with his raw PA cock. I twitched my ass against his cock and moaned a little bit. That told him all he needed to know. I felt his PA cock against my hole again. Fuck this man is incredible with his passion and stamina. My ass give slight resistance but his raw PA cock was in my cummy hole. He started slowly fucking me while spooning me. Fuck this was so incredibly fucking hot. He fucked me while laying next to me and I kept backing my ass on his raw PA cock and riding his cock matching his motions. He seemed to enjoy this. I don't know how long we fucked for but just knowing the night I had how I got breed at the bookstore and then fucked and bred by this man multiple times. God damn what a night. At some point I heard him shout and felt his load inside me. We slowly drifted off to sleep I don't remember if he was in me or not when we fell asleep but I did fall asleep with him next to me and holding me which was really nice. Then the morning came. I think I woke up before him. Well technically several alarms went off before that. He might have been partially awake but not fully awake. We kissed a little bit but he seemed to doze back off. I decided to be a little playful and went under the sheets. I started licking his balls and crotch area and then took his semi hard PA cock in my mouth. I started sucking him slowly. I felt his cock getting harder and I heard him moan and groan. He put my his hand on my head and guided me up and down on his hard PA cock. He kept saying how good it felt and how much he loved it. He pulled me up and me we started kissing. Now that I knew he liked rough bites I decided to go for his nipples. I sucked his nipples and also started biting down on them. He said it felt so fucking good and that I can even bite down harder. God damn I love it when a man likes when I bite them. I bit his nipples harder and sucked on them switching off between both of them. He was stroking his hard PA cock while I was doing this. He told me wanted to fuck me again. He rolled me over on all fours again. I felt his hard raw PA cock enter my now familiar him to him again. I was definitely a little tighter this morning but I still had his cum and spit in my hole and his cock covered in my saliva. I felt his cock pop into my hole and I shouted out. Fuck he was in me again. He continued to fuck me at his own pace it was more of a steady pace with passion. God I was starting to get addicted to his raw PA cock fucking and pumping my hole. Every time he fucked me I felt my head drift off as I was starting to naturally relax my hole to take his thick PA cock. This time he kept fucking me and did start to fuck me faster and harder. When he was fucking me faster and harder and pounding my ass I heard a slightly groan and moan. He didn't say anything this time when he bred me he just shot in me and continued to pump slowly. He held me too after breeding me and kissed my neck. He layed on top of me for a few minutes and then he we both rolled on our sides. We went back to kissing some more. He said that I'm so fucking hot and I said he's fucking hot sexy and incredible. I can't believe he fucked me multiple times at night and in the morning. It is extremely uncommon that I've been with a guy that does anything like that. But to be bred multiple times and by a PA cock is just a completely different feeling. Especially since it's been years since i've been fucked by a PA. Unfortunately I did have to go. He asked if I wanted to take a shower so I did. More fun reflecting when I was in the shower. What a fucking night. From going to the park and no action and getting together with a hot daddy i've been wanting to get with for a while. Then going to the bookstore and getting used by a Dom and even him getting another guy to fuck me (even if he did fuck me with a condom) was still fucking hot. And seeing the guy who i've seen multiple times was shocking but also kinda hot and getting bred by the latino hispanic daddy there. And then going to to meet a complete stranger who was passionate and finding out that they had a PA right before I got fucked bareback. The night spent with him and getting fucked multiple times and bred and fucking and breeding him. And then spending the night. None of this is what I was expecting. I expected after the park the night was going to be a wash and I was just going to go to the bookstore and take anonymous cock and possibly breed and fuck. I haven't been "as" horny since that night. I still have but not to the uncontrollable state. Starting to get there though but I dunno if my future encounters will top this night it was pretty fun. But I look forward to what comes next. Loads taken Oral: 1 Sucked Off a hot bearded daddy at the bookstore who used me. Loads Taken Anal: 5. Hot hispanic latino daddy at the bookstore bred me. And the incredible man with the PA bred me 4 times within several hours. Loads Bred 2: Fucked a hot guy that I hooked up with chatting online. Hot sexy daddy with a nice wet hole. And fucked the hot man with the PA cock and bred him. Damn I wasn't trying to take or collect multiple loads but already doing that without necessarily trying Until next time...

Berlin in around 2006

Only once it was proven that the bullet fired wasn't from a member of the left. Before that, it was "this is War". Meanwhile, at least one senior Republican politician has publicly said that the Democratic Party is a terrorist organisation. Not exactly words ever used by MLK or JC. BTW, where were the prayers when an actual politician (Melissa Hortmann) was assassinated?

Some guys seem to be really shy about it but God I love a cocksucker who moans while feeding on my cock. Makes my dick extra hard.

Even after all these years, I still can't wrap my head around how the pandemic changed so many lives—mine especially. If it weren’t for the virtual graduation and stretches of unemployment, I might still be motivated and naïve enough to believe in a life where I’d have a fiancé, spend nights in a place we shared with a mortgage and a couple of puppies. The kind of life that might warrant an editorial in Out magazine. But those were old aspirations. I don’t fantasize anymore. I focus on the present. Any carnal desires or cravings I have, Uncle Abel can provide. At the time around Summer 2020, I had stopped speaking to my parents, who were in Jersey, and my lease in Gainesville was about to expire. I was broke, living off my final paycheck from Walmart before my hours were cut and I was eventually let go. Nothing was working. Everyone seemed lost. On my last day of work, I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a post from Uncle Abel—my Aunt Chloe’s ex-husband. He had written about the importance of reaching out to each other during difficult times and had included a link to a food bank collecting donations. The last time I had seen Uncle Abel was when I was 19. Even earlier, when I was around 10 or 11, I remember staring at him longer than I did other people. He was an early sign that I was more attracted to men. I recall a trip to Myrtle Beach when I was 15, over Memorial Day weekend. He wore a red Speedo, and it was the first time his figure truly captivated me. He stood around 6’2”, bald, with a jet-black full beard and a broad chest, his pecs clearly defined. His nipples stood out, and the contour of his abs was visible even through his stocky belly when he stretched. He was fairly hairy, with curls covering his limbs—a perk of being part Greek. Uncle Abel had always been kind and soft-spoken, a demeanour that contrasted sharply with his sturdy, imposing physique. Every time we talked, I struggled to concentrate on what he said while staring into his light hazel eyes. He was excellent at grooming his facial hair. At that Christmas dinner—the last time I saw him—Aunt Chloe announced their separation, though she emphasized that he would always remain a part of the family. Surprisingly, the mood didn’t sour at all. It was also the first time I drank. My parents allowed it and Aunt Chloe worked for a liquor store. That night, after gulping 3 or 4 glasses of red, I was coming out of the washroom when I saw Uncle Abel waiting for his turn. I was already a bit tipsy and when the door opened I feigned a surprise reaction and held his arm with my right hand to tell him how the wine he brought was good. He laughed, telling me to take it easy. I didn't listen and slid the same hand downward to reach his back. I could still feel the fabric against the depth of it with his firm arch. He held my hand back to restrain me but it was slick and without any hostility. He let out another laugh and tells me to calm down now before going in. I waited outside til he was done. It went longer than my piss lasted. A number 2 maybe? Curiosity killed the cat when I put my ear close to the door and I heard the rhythm of skin slapping again skin. Was he uncut? I was getting hard now but I wasn't going to act on it. I hear a hushed sigh not long after and then the flush of the toilet. When the door opened, I stood at the opposite side of the hallway, tilting my head up and gave a wide smile. He tells me that I've had enough for the night and that I should go to bed. I tell him I will only if he tucks me in. Another smirk formed on his spartan-like face. His thick eyebrows curved in amusement and he tells me that he's happy that I'm finally comfortable with my sexuality and how I have plenty of time to fool around when the semester starts again. He even tells me that I should make the most out of my time there, since it'd be a waste for my thick dick sucking lips. I'm not sure if I heard it properly. A wink was the last thing he gave before going back to the living room. As for me, I went back to my room to jack off to the thought of Uncle Abel's uncut cock coming in my mouth without wasting a single drop. **** Since then, we kept in contact online with him liking some of my posts and us exchanging the usual wishes but my latent desire for him never resurfaced until I saw his post. It was August 2020 and I had turned 26 in February. I was already planning to live in my beat up corolla, finding ways to overcome the heat. I liked his post and messaged him; "Hey Uncle Abel, great initiative there. Wish I could donate but thing's have been kinda rough. Hope you're well and stay safe during these times" He replied within a few minutes. Asking me how I was and if I was okay. I tell him I was going to leave Gainsville, not sure of what my plan was but to drive south, maybe find something in Miami. He immediately called me after. His voice was just how I remembered, a few octaves lower but his cadence was quicker, similar to the way I would talk. He tells me to not go to Miami but to Fort Lauderdale. "I'm not going to let my nephew wander and waste his time. It's also not safe right now with this virus. Come here, please. Don't make me worry bout you." I didn't want to argue, it was an invitation that 17 year old me would have wet dreams of. I started the car after he tells me his address. Every hour during the drive he'd call to check up on if we hadn't spoken in years. It was reassuring to have Uncle Abel, I felt more secured with everything that was going on. Uncle Abel lived close to the beach. His house was by a canal and it seemed like he had established himself as the go to person for landscaping in Boca Raton. I parked next to his Audi in the driveway. When I rung the bell, the door opened without any delays and I see Uncle Abel with a mask. He pulls it down and says "Hey, buddy" and I leaned in to give him a hug. I held him tight with no resistance, close to the verge of breaking down in tears, overwhelmed with gratitude. "Let's settle you in now, feel free to make yourself comfortable. In an hour, we'll have dinner." I had a spacious guest room with a queen sized bed in between nightstands and a TV hung across. It didn't take long to unpack when most of what I had were sold off. I jumped on the bed and turned the TV on. The input channel on the top right indicated it was USB-C Hard Drive. The remote control I held was glitching with none of the buttons working but when I pressed play, a video started playing. A title card appeared. "The Making of a Cumdump IV: Greg's Cuntification'" In the same room I was in, I see someone who's probably around my age in a jock with his limbs tied to the bed post. Skinner but slender and tall. He was blindfolded with his ass lifted from a pillow being placed under. I then see Uncle Abel coming in full nude. Nothing short of my imagination. Just what I had envisioned. His cock was thicker than the cocks I've seen back in college. Lengthwise it hung off his crotch with his balls hanging down further. On his navel, a biohazard symbol ink centered itself. A sentence encircled the symbol, "Semen quod nos vincit" He started telling Greg that his hole was still tight and that it needed more work, inserting his fingers into Greg, causing him to tense up. The ropes he was attached to tighten when he pulled inwards. Uncle Abel hushed Greg to calm down, to give in and surrender his hole. It was what he had wanted. "No turning back now Greg, you're already one of us, we saw the results. Be a good sport and be proud of decision you've made, can you boy?" "I can, but Sir, your hands are huge, it's a bit too much" Greg responded in short breaths, bordering on painful. "I know it is, but it's not too much. Give it time, let the shards do its magic and breathe slowly. Remember who you are and why you're here." A jar containing some kind of shiny substance was by the nightstand. He coated his fingers before fingering Greg's hole. For almost 5 minutes, Uncle Abel kneaded Greg's ass and toyed his finger in and out of his hole. Not long after Greg's breaths were heavier, mixed with slight moans that got louder. "Wow, Sir, don't stop please..." "There's the Greg I know. You never give up. That's why you're one of us." Uncle Abel then took out a chest underneath the bed to reveal different kinds of toys in sizes I couldn't comprehend. Greg took each of the toys without any hesitation. The pitch of his moans changed depending on whether he was taking in a dildo or beads. When Greg's hole turned wider and more hollow, Uncle Abel climbed onto Greg to finally plow him. "Damn Greg, you're still tight. Looks like we could use some backup, what do you say?" "Yes, Sir, call the others, let them seed me too please." "Good boy. Frank's on the way and I see Hunter's car outside. Don't move. Keep your ass like this, I'm churning my charged seed into your charged hole." "You already came Sir?" "Of course, boy, why'd you think I stopped for a bit? Here's another load." Uncle Abel would clasp himself onto Greg each time he came, restraining himself by putting his head faced down onto Greg's back to exhale quietly. Gregg held the same expression of desperation and desire. His pupils were wide and glossy. I couldn't stop watching. I wanted to be Gregg. A wet spot formed through my jeans. My cock had never been this hard with precum. Another man then entered the room. It was Hunter. Close to Uncle Abel's age. He wore a white tanktop and jeans, carrying a stocky figure with a trucker cap on his head with a pair of colourful oakleys. His arms popped out from his sleeves showing his huge guns. He greeted them both casually, leaning down to Greg to ask him how his cunt is doing. "I see that Abel's work isn't even halfway done yet, is it boy?" Uncle Abel asks Hunter if he wants switch space. "Come here, tell me if this boy's still tight" Hunter took off his pants and climbed onto Greg's back. Uncle Abel moved to the other end of the bed with his legs spread out for Greg to savour the cum off his wet cock. "Aw he's loose alright, but this ain't a cunt yet" Hunter was rougher than Uncle Abel. His cock was longer too. Each time he thrusts himself into Gregg, cum would splash out. "You know boys, I've been keeping this load for a week now. You're one lucky cunt, Gregg. And Abel, great job as always." I couldn't make out what Gregg said, but it has to be one of approval from the muffled noise of him chocking on Uncle Abel's cock. He pulled Gregg of his cock to make him beg for Hunter's load. Hunter's pace never changed. "I'm very close boy, you want my load? Give you a recharge?" "Yes, Sir, recharge me with your load please. I need it" "Do better boy, embrace the pig in you. You can do it" "Please give me your seed Sir, I fucking need it it please I'm begging" Gregg was slurring, pleading for Hunter to come. "Stay still now, we don't want to waste any of my viral loads. How's yours, Abel?" Uncle Abel says that he doesn't know nor care. They high fived the moment Hunter climaxed. Gregg's hole was blooming with his sphincter closing and opening wide with strings of cum dripping down. Hunter brushed it to feed it to both Gregg and Uncle Gregg. Another man then entered the room after. Frank. "What's up boys? I didn't wanna barge in but my my, what do we have here?" Just as I was ready to take my pants off to stroke I hear a knock. I flinched and turned the TV off. "Hey bud, you ready to go?" Bud. Hearing it now gave me goosebumps. "Yeah 5 minutes!" I quickly threw my stained pants off and put on a pair of khaki shorts. Uncle Abel brought me to a diner in Wilton Manors. There were a lot of men in this area, good looking and fit for the most part regardless of age. Took me a while to realize the neighbourhood was a gay one. So far I had never suspected Uncle Abel to be into men. From the way he and Aunt Chloe were together, you'd think that he was just a gentle giant who can be a bit flamboyant at times. When the waitress took our order, there was an awkward silent. I didn't want to bring it up. I didn't feel like talking after the drive and what I just watched. "It's nice to have you here Brad, your folks reached out to me when the lockdown started to ask of you. What happened?" I didn't want to explain why I shut off from a lot of people, only that I had to just move forward. "Well..things happened. Did you tell them I'm here?" "No.. you're an adult who can make decisions for yourself" Decision.... would I be given the decision Gregg had? What were his that led him to end up on the bed? "Yeah and really, I don't know how to thank you Uncle Gregg for letting me crash. It won't be long, I promise" "I don't want to hear it. You can stay as long as you want to. Now tell me how you've been, really. I want to hear all about it. School, sports, whatever" I tell Uncle Abel everything. I had nothing to lose so why hold back? I tell him how he made me realize my sexuality and that I still remember what he said at the Christmas dinner. "What did I say?" "That I should make the most of my dick sucking lips" "Did you?" Silent. It was hard to hold my bravado. Technically, I did. I'd go to frat parties and fool around with the insecure pledges or the big who's openly DL. I don't get fucked often and if it was, I always play it safe. The short lived relationships I've had can be described as vanilla and I mostly topped. Yet after watching that video of Gregg, I might have uncovered a scratch that I didn't know had existed in me. A kind of scratch that would convince me to be in Gregg's position. Bareback. I wanted to know what it was like to be bred. Uncle Abel repeated himself, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Well did you Brad?" "I did my best. One or two on a usual week, 3 or 4 if there's a party during the weekend. And you Uncle Brad? When were you into all of this?" "Your Aunt Chloe was always aware of my....disposition. We ended things cause Chloe found the right guy at the end. No hard feelings. It has always been obvious." I then felt his left foot close to my ankle, brushing my right calf upwards and downward, coming closer to my crotch. My expression froze. "You always have that deer in the headlights look every time I see you, even after all those years. What are you scared of?" I look down to see his foot in between my thighs, resting on the seat. "I'm..I'm not scared. It's just you....you make me feel weird, but not in a bad way" I was already aroused. I saw no point in stopping him or moving his leg. "As long as it's not bad, right?" I responded with a smile. The food came after. I was building up the courage to ask him what I had watched. In the car, I finally said it. "I watched a video that was on the TV in the guest room. I couldn't stop myself. Do you do that often? What does your tattoo mean? " I see Uncle Abel smirking before he responded. "The seed that conquers us. You like what you saw?" "Yeah. What does it mean?" "You're not ready for that, Brad. You still have a lot going for you" "What happened to Gregg?" "Gregg's still around. A fine man who's cunt gave us more recruits. Maybe you can learn the ropes a bit from him. No rush though" "What recruits? The latin phrase, what is it? What am I not ready for?" "Slow down now, bud. That Latin jargon? The seed that conquers us. The recruits? Just a few friends who I now call family. You're not ready cause you think too much. You don't know what you want." "What if I want you to fuck me?" "Not so fast, bud. We'll get there soon alright. Would you be open to Gregg and some friends joining though?" "Maybe. Yeah. Only if you start first." "Hah, see. There's the hesitation. You still have doubts. Finish the movie and then tell me if you're serious." I went straight to my room once we were back. I continued from when Frank showed up. He was older than Uncle Abel. Late 60s and thinner than Gregg. His veins were visible across his body and you can even see his collar bones in detail. His hair was in a pony tail and his chest was grey and thick. He had a beer can for a cock, larger than Hunter and Uncle Abel. Hunter whispered to Gregg that Frank's here. Gregg replied with repetitions of yes thank you. Uncle Greg was now also holding a pipe that he lit up to smoke for himself and the rest of the men. Gregg began to act more feral after exhaling the clouds. I wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't weed. Frank was slower than Hunter, more intimate with the way his hands would caress Gregg's side and back. He was still tied up. "Your pussy is starting to feel like a cunt, boy. Loose and tender like a well done steak. You're just a piece of meat for us, isn't that right?" "I can be whatever you want Sir, just promise me that you'll give me your seed" "Oh I will...don't you worry bout that. It'll be slowly but surely. You see boy, I don't just come, I leak like a broken faucet. See that cum dripping?" For a while, the men barely made any noise. Close to Frank and Gregg was Hunter who had been sucking Uncle Abel off by the nightstand. I only hear the gush cum coming of Gregg's hole with Frank's thrust. It was hypnotic and I stepped into a trance. Suddenly, a knock came on the door. I tell Uncle Abel to come in. He enters with a black satin robe. He sees the TV and me in my briefs laying with my hands behind my head, arms wide open with elbows out. "Well you're quick. Enjoying it so far?" "Yeah. This is better than porn" "Sure it is. It's real. Want try something?" He takes out the same pipe that was seen out from his pocket. On his other hand, a torch. "Don't move. Stay like that." I stayed with my legs now stretched outward. I imagine if this was what Greg experienced but without the ropes restraining me. My back was also against the bed. Uncle Abel lit the pipe and brought it close to my mouth. I took a few deep inhales and exhales. I started to feel electrified, as if my senses were firing up. My eyes widened and I tried to stay still from Uncle Abel's instruction. My elbows were still up with my pits exposed and I started to sweat. It felt as if the the thermostat turned higher. "Stay still Brad. Or do you prefer boy? Or are you a fag huh?" "Whatever you want Sir.?" "You'll be my boy for now. Fags are filthier. You're not filthy, are you boy?" "What do you mean, Sir?" "Your pits. They're filthy and could use some cleaning." "Go for it Sir." "Don't move, boy." I continued to stay still. Uncle Abel climbed onto the bed and we were face to face with him a bit higher. He looked down on me with a kind of hunger, diving down to my pits without a warning. The smoke I had ingested made me immune to any ticklish feeling I would normally get. Uncle Abel lapped his tongue on each side in intervals, instructing me to open my mouth for him to spit in. I was ravished by him. As aroused as I was, I couldn't manage a hard on. We kissed for the first time when Uncle Abel was done licking off my pheremones. I never thought I'd have his thick tongue dancing with mine in this moment. His robe had fallen to the floor and I could now see his tattoo in full. I also had the chance to have my gaze going down to finally see his beautiful uncut cock. It was hard and was tucked in a ring. Once we had enough of each other, Uncle Abel broke off our kiss and tells me that I have a lot to learn. He tells me good night and that he'll see me tomorrow. Just before he left to close the door he says.. "Ask yourself what you really want Brad and make sure you're certain of it. I trust you'll find your answers once you've reached the end of the film"

CCTV is one thing, a matrix of all our data is quite another. After reading the NYT article, try reading the Wikipedia page on right to privacy. Kiss that goodbye. Everything we’ve ever done online is captured. Every hookup made, every story read, every movie watched, every post, every comment. And all of it instantly analyzed. I suspected we’d eventually live in a dystopian Huxley novel. Just came sooner than I expected.

Now that’s love! Embracing his new son he made as part of the brotherhood and impregnating him with more toxic seed while he’s so vulnerable.

One time I shot a huge load clear across one guy’s sheets as he was fucking me hard doggie style without touching myself. His wife was due home soon and he kind of freaked at the mess. I told him it wasn’t my fault he was such a good top. lol

Author’s note: No names have been altered. This story includes condom usage and does not include pozzing, in order to stay accurate. MARRIED MIKE I met a guy on one of the apps who called himself Mike. As we started to chat a bit, It turned out he had a wife and three sons in the suburbs, and he was an engineer. None of this was appealing to me, but I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and I was curious about how fucking a family man might play out. Plus, there was no chance that this would become anything more than a no-strings fuck. Mike claimed to be “straight” (I didn’t comment). His availability was limited due to his family situation, his job, and his logistical considerations. He suggested that we meet at a Red Roof Inn motel in the suburbs at lunchtime. I’ve always loved sleazy hotel hookups with some sense of betrayal mixed in (joke). I was still unmedicated and healthy, although my doctor remarked that my viral load was high but stable. He wondered out loud if I might have the gene that permits someone to have HIV but to not progress onto AIDS (I didn’t). That would be another blood test. I had not been sick with anything other than hay fever allergies and an occasional head cold. Finally, the day arrived for me to meet Mike at the motel. This took place before iPhones or Android devices were available and he didn’t want to give me his phone number. We communicated through a pc app called Yahoo Messenger. He told me he drove an old Mercedes that he planned on restoring one day. He would rent the room and then meet me near his car. I drove into the parking lot and saw a classic car with a big, ripped, bearded guy wearing a baseball cap standing next to it. This guy was built, and he had big guns for arms. I pulled next to him and smiled as we shook hands. “Damn Mike, you’re built like a brick shithouse. You must lift a lot,” I commented. “Yeah, I’ve been lifting since high school football. I was a tall skinny kid before I started. You look like you have a good bit of muscle too,” he replied. I told him I was a lifelong runner and swimmer, but I started lifting in the last six months. We chatted as we walked to the room and before the door slammed behind me, Mike’s tongue was down my throat, and I was enveloped in a big snug bear hug. I pushed off his baseball cap off revealing a sexy shaved head. I really loved his natural smell and couldn’t get enough of it. We undressed each other, and he had a hairy chest and abs, an untrimmed nut sack, and a very thick seven-inch cock as hard as steel. I pushed him back onto the bed and we made out for quite a while. I huffed in his man-smell, and I worshipped his hairy pits. Then I sucked in his big knob and worked it into my mouth and down my throat. I had a hard time taking the knob into my throat and he tried to force it down, making me gag. The room was completely quiet except for Mike’s heavy breathing and my slurping on him. Finally, he said, “I want you to fuck me. This is my first time so be gentle,” with a smile. I reached into the pockets of my pants and retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube. I tossed the condom to him, and then I pushed his tree-trunk legs back exposed his tight straight ass. I dove in and ate him like a starving man, and he moaned like a bitch in heat. After about five minutes, he demanded, “I want your cock inside.” I smeared a lot of lube on his hole and worked it in with my finger. He rolled the condom on my dick, and I slowly popped his anal cherry. With great care, I slowly pushed my way into him. He winced and I told him to keep breathing. Finally, I bottomed out inside him. His as was virgin tight. “You OK?” I asked? “Yeah,” he said, “just fuck me.” At first, I went easy on him, but then I picked up my pace and started fucking him like a man ought to be fucked. We were both grunting like animals and made quite a racket. He said, “I finally get why guys like to be fucked.” I was sweating from the railing I was giving him; the drops were hitting his face. I kissed him as I groaned and pounded my deadly load into the condom that was protecting him. I pulled my cock out of him and immediately started sucking his cock again. I had a grip on his hairy nuts so I could feel when he was about to shoot his load. I felt his balls contract as his cock shot ropes of cum into my mouth which was wrapped around his dick. As I swallowed his babies, I pulled off and a cum string still connected my lips to his cock head. I kissed him so he could taste himself on me. The room reeked of man-smells, sweat, and cum. I remarked that when the maid came to clean the room, she would start ovulating. After a final kiss. I broke off and said, “Next time, I want to you to fuck me.”

It was only about two years ago when a top for the first time asked me to let him film me while fucking me, and being a god sub bottom said yeah. Man, it was scorching hot and I felt like a total slut…

I love verbal abuse…I need it . I long to be dominated by perverted cock

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

ZEUS 0245 hrs. When they reached the rock formation he and Alaska scouted the area around it for a large enough and flat enough space to hold the Platoon under cover of a windbreak as well as suitable to lean logs and branches which was difficult because the snow was now deep enough to hide the features they were looking for and it was dark. The rock face did block the wind currently blowing from the northeast making the snow pile more shallow. “This looks like our best bet.” Alaska announced loudly to overcome the wind rushing through the trees and the sound dampening effect of the snow. He spread his arms to indicate a stretch along the formation that was approximately 60 feet long. It wasn’t completely flat but it checked all the other necessary boxes. “Let’s clear a line ten feet from the base of the rock.” By the time the Platoon arrived they had a good start clearing the area and the rest of the guys began scouring the woods around them in pairs to locate enough deadfall to build their windbreak shelter. Their packs and sleds were laid out to cover the ground already cleared so the heavy, thick snow wouldn’t just cover the ground again as they worked. Squint and Weeble were put to work cutting up half their tents into fabric panels that would curtain the windbreak and allow snow to be packed against the branches they leaned against the formation. Someone, probably Chunk, had the foresight to task a few guys to start a woodpile for a fire. Bootlicker soon had a campfire burning that helped with light. Fires were forbidden in the Veldenstein but this was an emergency and the Army would have to deal with the fallout if they were caught. No one thought that was likely. The windbreak was constructed as a grid, lashed with paracord. Alaska directed the building saying it wasn’t that different from how outdoor equipment like your snowmobile was protected in Alaska to keep it from being buried overnight, it was just on a larger scale and more durable than the basic A-frame for something temporary. Green wood lower branches with pine needles still attached were used to thatch the basic grid. Every layer helped. Once the tent fabric panels were tied on, they piled snow and packed it against the sloped structure. Sleeper said the cold had rendered the radio inoperable, and they’d have to wait until it could be warmed up a little in the shelter. After four hours they were all exhausted but they had a fairly roomy, cozy shelter inside which their packs were lined up. Everyone had decided to use the Extreme Cold Weather level 7 outer suits as a padding layer beneath their bags. Bootlicker and Cellblock engineered triangle shaped doors for either end that opened inward to allow them to get in and out for bathroom trips to a latrine dug just outside the doors under a cantilevered overhang. Half of the guys chose to zip their sleeping bags together and sleep in pairs. Gabriel didn’t ask Sleeper, he decided they would do the same and Addison would just have to deal with it. A small fire pit had been dug out against the rock face in the center and if they kept the fire small they could keep it going for two days with the wood they had. The shelter was almost airtight except for the two ends which had the doors allowing enough airflow that a fire wouldn’t be a problem. “Everyone get some sleep.” Sleeper ordered. “I’m not setting a watch.” By this time, they could hear the wind gusting violently causing the woods around them to be filled with the creak of swaying trees and a whistling moan that got louder with each passing minute. “I’m wiped, but I don’t know if I can sleep in this.” Shark replied. “Fuck, if this shelter doesn’t hold-“ “Shark! Shut the fuck up. It will either hold or it won’t, it’s out of our control, but spreading your fear won’t help.” Cellblock barked. “It’ll hold.” Bootlicker announced with a bored confidence. “It’s effectively a single reinforced shield that weighs over a ton and a half because of the foot of packed snow on top of it. The math says it would take a tornado to even budge it.” Soon the simple exhaustion of a sleepless night and the scramble to build the shelter forced everyone’s eyes to close. Gabriel waited until he heard Addison’s breathing slow and inched closer under the sleeping bag. He carefully sidled up to his friend and wrapped his arm slowly…so slowly over Addison’s chest, trying not to wake him. He just wanted to sleep next to him, feel his body heat, listen to him breathe. “Snuggle up, buddy. Let’s keep warm.” Addison whispered so quietly Gabriel almost didn’t hear him. Gabriel felt his entire body flush with heat at the words. His heart began to race and his penis swelled up inside his pants under four layers of clothing. He pulled Sleeper tightly into his body. His hand found the zipper on the front of Sleeper’s coat and unzipped it inch by slow inch to keep any sound from escaping. His breath was coming fast. They could be quiet. Everyone was so tired they were deep in slumber. Addison lay completely still not denying Gabriel’s touch, sending a trembling thrill coursing through him. There was something intensely exciting about moving this slow and quiet forcing himself to keep half his awareness focused on the group around them. Once the zipper was down, Gabriel went to work on the buttons of Addison’s uniform shirt one excruciating button at a time by feel. Addison’s breathing had increased. Underneath lay a thermal shirt layer that was hugged tightly to Sleeper’s muscular warm body. Gabriel let his hand wander over the feel of his chest and stomach with no thoughts of the lessons Andrew had taught him that first time so many weeks ago. Gabriel’s mind was consumed with the pleasure of touching Addison, nothing more and every movement sent waves of tingling sensation to his groin. He was grinding up against Sleeper’s hip, very slow. He felt Sleeper’s arm move slightly and his hand rub against his crotch. The involuntary moan almost escaped from his throat. He dropped his hand down to Sleeper’s belt, loosening it but not completely undoing it where it might create noise. He next found the button on his pants. Sleeper was executing a similar process on Gabriel’s uniform. A small rustle could be heard when Gabriel was forced to pull the loop off the button, and they both froze to listen for any change in the men around them. Nothing. Gabriel boldly unzipped Sleeper’s two pants layers and Sleeper lifted his hips slightly so Gabriel could push the thermal layer and underwear down to his thighs and they both sighed when Gabriel wrapped his hand around Addison’s hard member. Sleeper’s hand was inside Gabriel’s pants stroking his large engorged penis in synchronized movements. Gabriel rolled Sleeper slowly onto his side facing away. He pulled everything down to just below his testicles after briefly letting Sleeper’s penis out of his grip. Sleeper drooled saliva into his hand and reached back to rub it on Gabriel’s penis then repeated the process to slick his hole. Then he grabbed Gabriel’s penis again and guided it between his cheeks to his opening. Gabriel shifted closer, hoping the noise wasn’t enough to wake anyone. He knew he should take some time to open Sleeper up with a finger or two, but he didn’t want to wait, and Sleeper seemed eager to have him go ahead so he pushed gently forward with his hips. He felt a resistance and pulled Addison’s hips back using his penis as a handle to apply more force feeling his own body shudder with the enticing expectation of the warm tightness of Addison’s hole. He buried his face in the hood covering Addison’s neck and whispered “I need you. I need you so bad, Addison.” After their argument last night which in Gabriel’s mind was emotionally painful this felt like Addison’s apology and his mind and body sang together with relief and desire. Addison didn’t hate him, wasn’t pushing him away. He seemed to want this as much as Gabriel and the happiness that brought electrified him. This excitement was so much different than that first time five weeks ago. This was only him and Addison, together wanting the same closeness, wanting to give and take the same kind of pleasure using the physical to express the emotional and using the emotional to heighten the physical like a cycle of expression that was so smooth and balanced between them it felt like a separate state of consciousness. He finally pushed inside and Addison stiffened with a sharp intake of breath. “Shhhh. I will go slow.” He soothed the beautiful man nestled up against him. Gabriel moved his other arm up, snaking it between Addison’s neck and shoulder to wrap around his chest. Ever so slowly, he sank deeper into Addison, the movement nowhere near what he really wanted to do but at the same time so much more pleasurable with the extended duration of it. It was that small sip of water when you are dying of thirst, the kind where you think you can taste the water when you know it has no flavor and every part of your tongue surges forward to bathe in the satisfying wetness. A gulp gets the job done with indifference. A sip milks every speck of pleasure the water has to give, lets it linger for its full effect and makes the dryness of your mouth bloom like the cracked cake of desert dirt after a rainstorm. Oh this was so much better than the first time. It was deeper and broader because the connection joined them beyond where they touched and in that moment Gabriel knew sex could give them so much more than just the satisfaction of a physical need. It could heal. It nourished his heart, his mind, and even his soul that should have been solely God’s domain. He didn’t even have to move much to feel the sinking pull of Addison’s beckoning desire and he couldn’t separate it from his own. Addison was squeezing down on his penis with every stroke Gabriel made on Addison’s member in his hand. Their breath was synchronized, coming faster and shallower. Gabriel wanted to feel Addison ejaculate before him, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait that long. Addison’s hand found his wrapped around his chest and he brought Gabriel’s hand up to his mouth to press it hard against his lips and suddenly Gabriel heard his friend give four silent grunts while Addison’s hole gripped down tight onto his penis. Gabriel’s other hand felt a sudden warm wetness from Addison’s penis and the knowledge that Addison had ejaculated cause him to seize his beautiful man in a crushing embrace as he flooded his friend with his seed. Even this orgasm felt different than the ones before. With this one he wanted to implant everything he felt for Addison deep inside him with a desperate hope it would grow. His sperm was a message, his gift of who he was and how Addison made him feel and its fluid warmth would show Addison the beauty of it. This was how Addison could carry a part of Gabriel with him always. A bible verse came unbidden to his mind: James 3:18 ‘And the seed whose fruit is righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace’. It was his hope that this would join Addison together with him, and that his friend would feel the peace he himself felt when Addison was with him. Gabriel didn’t move when they were finished, and Addison stayed still himself except for returning Gabriel’s hand to his chest. Their breathing slowed, returning to a more normal relaxed inhalation. Gabriel was close to nodding off when he heard sounds from further down the line of sleeping bags. There was a rustling and whispering, and a barely audible moan. He felt Addison’s body shake with a silent chuckle. “We’re not the only ones.” He breathed to Gabriel. That made Gabriel smile, and he hugged Addison tight. **************** Wanker woke up with a start when he felt Footlong press up against his back, bend his hips and knees to bring them up against his own, and throw his arm over him. Okay, that was fine, a little cuddle. Footlong’s warm body felt good. They’d both stripped down to their thermals before climbing into the doubled sleeping bag, neither of them willing to endure getting twisted in their uniforms while they slept and the shelter filled with bodies wasn’t frigid, it was actually cold but comfortable enough that the sleeping bag might actually be TOO hot. He was about to fall back asleep when he recognized what had to be Footlong’s monster dick grind into his ass. He remained completely still, unsure of what to do and if Footlong was doing this in his sleep. He didn’t want to wake anyone up. Then Footlong’s arm moved down to Wanker’s hips to hook his fingers into Wanker’s waistband. It looked like Footlong didn’t care about waking up Wanker. Still, Wanker didn’t move. There was only one thing Footlong was after and Wanker was caught between wanting it to happen and knowing he should stop it. His internal struggle didn’t last long and he told himself he was a stupid fucking idiot when he pulled his own clothes down to his knees to let Footlong do whatever he wanted. Footlong was nowhere near as thick as Sergeant Horvath even if he was close to the same length. Wanker wouldn’t have a problem taking it. It was a little funny to Wanker that Footlong hadn’t even wasted time on being shy about it. It probably said a lot about how Footlong thought of him that he could just take what he wanted without worrying about how Wanker would react. What Footlong was doing might have mattered before, but ever since getting railed by Sergeant Walters, then Sergeant Horvath, then Assmunch fingerbanging his hole, then Zeus fucking him without a single emotion or word said and doing that twice…well he wasn’t sure getting an assfucking meant much of anything. It sure seemed to mean something to the guy doing the fucking though. So if that’s what Footlong wanted, fine. Footlong immediately released his one eyed snake and pushed it between Wanker’s cheeks looking for his hole. Wanker rolled his eyes. “Use some spit, bro.” He whispered. “Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Footlong whispered back. “Never done this.” Wanker quickly felt Footlong roughly wipe a wet hand across his asshole, then he grabbed his dick and led the search with his extended index finger until he located what his dick was looking for. Wanker felt Footlong barge in like an asshole was just going to take a dick as easily as it pushed a turd out. Well, it wasn’t like this was going to be the worst fuck of his life, Wanker thought, and he just relaxed through the tolerable pain of Footlong’s invasion. Better not to prolong it, let Footlong get his nut any way he needed and then they could get back to sleep. “Shit that’s tight.” Footlong gasped. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t wake everyone up. Blow your load and keep it quiet.” Wanker spat with almost no air behind the words. Fuck Footlong was a dumbshit. Footlong was making all sorts of noise, the sleeping bag was rustling with every thrust of his hips. He wasn’t keeping it to a minimum, fucking the long shaft damn near all the way out and then balls deep. Thank God there wasn’t any smacking of skin against skin. But the dumbshit was breathing too loud like a Saint Bernard, probably drooling too. Wanker decided he needed to help this along so he started gripping down on Footlong’s cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?” Footlong asked. Aw, how sweet. Dumbshit. “Yes, don’t make a fucking mess in our bag. Just fuck it into me. And shut up!” If this idiot said one more word Wanker would fill his boots with snow. Thankfully, Footlong emptied his balls silently, finally getting the message. His thrusting sped up, then paused, then started again with three slow thrusts, then he spasmed, and buried it all the way inside Wanker’s fuckhole, and Wanker could feel the lengthy shaft thicken up and throb repeatedly as it spewed hot nut gravy deep inside him. For the first time since Footlong started, Wanker had a feeling of pleasure at the moment he knew Footlong’s jizz was filling him. He pushed his ass back to milk it all. Damn, he didn’t expect the rush that brought. A guy he felt nothing for, in fact was a bit irritated with, just used his hole to dump his load and that feeling of trashiness felt so good. “Gotta take a piss.” Footlong whispered, pulling his dick out of Wanker’s leaking ass. Wanker didn’t care. Footlong quietly climbed out of the sleeping bag, threw on his boots and coat and walked around the others to the door. “Wanker.” Came a whisper two guys over. It was Shark. “What?” Wanker whispered back with frustration. “Can I get a turn?” Wanker knew he should be upset for a couple reasons. First being now four of the guys knew. Second that Shark just asked so casually like Wanker was just a whore that was supposed to take dick for anyone. But… Wanker didn’t feel mad or insulted. It was more like a feeling of ‘well why not? My ass can take a dick, you need a hole, so sure, climb on.’ So that’s what he said. “Sure. Climb on.” Shark was far more quiet than Footlong when he moved. It almost seemed like Footlong didn’t really give a shit if anyone heard and found out they were fucking. Of course he didn’t, he wasn’t the one being used like a fuckdoll. He’s not the one who’d get a reputation, that the others would look down on or look at with disgust. Shark came over and climbed inside the bag with Wanker. Footlong came back inside, saw his place had been taken and just climbed into Shark’s bag with no reaction. Shark was a little more hesitant and gentle. Something in Wanker wanted Shark’s hard cock in his ass without delay. He’d seen Shark’s dick in the showers when it was soft and it seemed to be relatively average, but there was something exciting about not knowing what kind of hard dick was going up his ass that made Wanker’s hole hungry. There shouldn’t be any need for spit at this point, Wanker could feel the slippery effect of Footlong’s heavy load greasing his crack. Shark surprised him by pushing him on his back and climbing between his legs. Face to face then. That was fine. He reached down and felt that Shark had already pulled his hard dick out of his bottoms. Wanker took a moment to feel it with a stroke or two. Yeah, definitely average, bigger than his hand but not by much. Decent thickness. He pulled Shark by the dick until it was lined up with his leaking hole. “Go for it, bro.” Wanker whispered. Shark slid easily inside him, the way lubricated by Footlong’s cum so that Shark sank to the balls in one steady and unhurried thrust. “Fuck!” That was the only word Shark said the entire time. He pumped on top of Wanker in a regular rhythm, not breathing hard. Wanker looked into Shark’s eyes, which were watching him as he shoved his cock in and out of the hole beneath him. Just a nice, regular, even stroke that kept up for several minutes. Shark blinked occasionally, but never broke eye contact. Wanker just looked at him with an amused slight grin. Now this was more like it. A nice hole scrubbing, nothing crazy, just a steady pump. It was actually very relaxing. Nothing he had to do except keep his hole exactly where it was. There wasn’t anything emotional about this. He liked that, no confusing feelings or trying to figure out what the other person wanted. He wasn’t trying to cum, or even make Shark cum. No talking. It was all very simple, easy, direct and uncomplicated. “Ay Puta, hurry up!” They heard Puta whisper. “You takin too long. Hazlo más rápido!” Well shit. Wanker knew from the sound of it that Puta expected to get some right after Shark finished. He didn’t know whether to beat the shit out of Footlong for being so loud or thank him. And Puta couldn’t be the only one awake now. Thankfully, anyone else was keeping quiet. Maybe Puta would be the last guy who needed to bust a load out. Wanker did that trick Sergeant Walters told him would move things along, he tightened down on Shark’s cock, then released, then tightened, keeping it up until Shark just stopped moving, still staring at him while his dick pulsed with multiple spurts of cum. He didn’t uselessly ask if he could, didn’t seem to care whether Wanker wanted more cum inside him. Then just as calmly as everything else he’d done, he pulled out of Wanker’s now sloppy hole and climbed out by crawling over the top of Wanker’s head letting his wet cum slimed softening dick slide across Wanker’s face. Not on purpose, just as a careless inconsiderate way to leave. The dismissive act sent an arc of excitement through Wanker. It seemed to say ‘your hole was the only thing that mattered and now that I’m done with it I don’t need to think about you anymore.’ It wasn’t mean or insulting. No one gives a second thought to the sock they shoot their load into before throwing it on the floor next to their bed. Fuck, Wanker felt turned on by that. Puta wasted no time climbing in, his thick curved brown cock already hard and free of his pants. He pulled Wanker’s shoulder and flipped him over on his stomach. Wanker cooperated. Any way Puta needed to fuck him was fine. Puta wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t need to be. “I’m gonna be fast, hermano. I know you want my leche.” He didn’t exactly say it loud, but it wasn’t a whisper either. “For fuck’s sake, shut the fuck up! We can all hear you assholes, we’re trying to get some sleep. Wanker quit being such a slut.” Demon spoke. A few of the other guys agreed. “Fuck him tomorrow.” One guy said. “You’re making it smell like a whorehouse in here.” Another said, sounded like Dimples. Then Sleeper’s voice, “Puta, finish up then everyone go to sleep. I’m sure Wanker will be glad to take care of anyone else in a few hours. We’re stuck here for a few days. You can all get a turn. Just not right now.” There were a few grumbles. “I was gonna get next. Shit.” “I shoulda jumped in after Footlong.” What surprised Wanker, Sleeper and Zeus was how no one said anything about fags, or disgust, or anything negative. True to his word, Puta pounded Wanker’s ass violently for a dozen more strokes and grunted a string of dirty Spanish into Wanker’s ear as he dumped his load to mix it with the previous two and Wanker thought the load must have been massive the way some of it forced its way out around Puta’s hard pole to run down his taint over his balls like a river of cum. So much for not making a fucking mess in his bag. Puta simply collapsed down beside him and pulled the sleeping bag back up to cover them both. “Thanks, Wanker. It was good.” He whispered, sounding sincere while his hand patted Wanker’s ass before reaching down to pull Wanker’s underwear and thermals back up. ***************** They slept for about four hours. Someone had put another section of dead limb on the fire at some point so they still had glowing coals radiating heat. Their little shelter was very well insulated by the packed snow and except for the two doors on either end of the long lean-to very little heat escaped. The heat from their breathing, their body heat, and the small fire was more than enough to keep the inside temperature hovering around 50 degrees Fahrenheit. The only problem was when someone had to go out to use the latrine, but the wind and snow was so violent now no one went out unless they absolutely had to. It was amazing how long you could deny a shit if you didn’t want to. Of course, Wanker couldn’t hold off. His ass was full of cum and he wasn’t sure if he relaxed his asshole whether he needed to shit or it was just the cum, so he bundled up and went to squat over the hole beneath the overhang. Every time the wind swirled into the makeshift latrine his balls felt like they would turn to ice cubes so he pushed and strained to get everything out as fast as possible. He grabbed some snow and dragged it over his hole and crack, throwing it in the hole. Maybe Holler had a better way of shitting outdoors and wiping your ass, he probably grew up without an indoor bathroom. Seemed like exactly something that redneck would have experience with. But for now, Wanker risked frostbite to get the job done, having to endure the pain of frozen fingers to make sure he was scrubbed clean. He had to remove his other glove to wash his hands with snow afterwards and he hurried inside to warm them over the fire pit. He stood there trying to get warm again, wishing he could pull his pants down and warm his ass and balls as well. Sleeper was over by his bag messing with the radio. Wanker gave up trying to get warm, he felt like he could climb inside the coals and it would still take hours before the icy feeling left him, and he went over to Sleeper to help. Communications was his thing, there was nothing he couldn’t do with radio, or telecom. “I got it, Sleeper. What’s our frequency?” Sleeper told him and he set the dial. The radio was working fine now that it had been kept in the warmth of the shelter. “Base, this is Bravo Platoon reporting, over.” Sleeper transmitted. There was a few seconds of silence. “Bravo Platoon, confirmed. Stand by Bravo One. Over.” Another 20 seconds passed. The entire brotherhood had gone still, and were listening. “Good to hear your voice, Bravo One, report. Over.” A different voice said. “Base, Bravo Platoon is sheltered approximately 10 km inside the Veldenstein. Condition optimal. Stand by for location. Over.” Sleeper snapped his fingers at Cellblock. “Cellblock, what’s our coordinates?” Cellblock consulted his map and read off coordinates. Sleeper repeated them over the radio. “Bravo One, Base confirms DD coordinates 49.672205, 11.523606. Standby Bravo One. Over” Another thirty seconds elapsed. “Bravo One, Bravo Rescue’s been looking for you boys. Base has authorized communication on this frequency. Standby. Over.” A few seconds passed. “Bravo Platoon, this is Bravo Rescue, we have your coordinates and will come to you.” Sleeper recognized Sergeant Walters’ voice. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been until the sound of Sarge’s voice lifted a weight from his shoulders. “Confirm coordinates. Over.” Sleeper read off their coordinates. “Glad you’re going to join us, Sarge. We’ll have a hot meal waiting for you. What’s your ETA? Over.” “Bravo One, you will maintain proper communication protocol over this frequency. ETA to rendezvous with Bravo Platoon 1600 hours. Over.” Sarge chastised. That was just like him to be a hardass. “Understood Bravo Rescue. Confirm arrival at 1400 hours.” Sleeper tried to resist, but thought the punishment would be worth it. “We’ll let you keep your clothes on this time Bravo Rescue. Safe travels. Over.” “Bravo One, switch to frequency two eight two point eight. Over.” “Copy that Bravo Rescue. Bravo Platoon switching to frequency two eight two point eight. Base, this is Bravo Platoon Out.” “Base Out.” Wanker immediately dialed the frequency in. “Bravo Rescue, this is Bravo One. Over.” Sleeper made his voice extra perky, knowing it was going to get under Sarge’s skin. “Montelongo, I am going to piss in your boots and leave them in the sun.” Sarge growled. Sleeper waited a couple seconds for more to come. “We missed you too, Sarge. Come get your lost boys. Over.” “You all okay? Any problems? Over.” “Negative, Sarge. Alaska, Zeus, Chunk and Olympic got us all set up in a cozy resort in a forest. You’re gonna love it. We are warm and we have no injuries. Just waiting this out. Over.” “Glad to hear it. We aren’t too far from you, it’s just going to take a while to get there. Over.” Sleeper could hear the wind over the radio. Sarge and whoever was with him weren’t near as comfortable as the brotherhood was. “Look for a large rock formation, it’s the only one in this area. It’s about 100 feet long and 30 feet high, you can’t miss it. Over.” “Roger that, Private. Will get there as soon as we can. Bravo Rescue Out.” Sleeper turned to the brothers. “Sarge is on his way. And since I have your attention, let’s get this out of the way. Anyone got a problem with Wanker?” The brothers looked around at each other, trying to gauge if anyone was going to speak up. Everyone seemed a little hesitant. “Now is the time. Get it out if you have something to say.” Sleeper urged. Dumbo cleared his throat. “Wanker, are you a fag?” Zeus growled “Pick another word, Richards. And do it quick.” There was no missing the threat in Zeus’ voice. Sleeper could feel the anger coming off of the giant behind him so strong it nearly pushed him. “Gay.” Dumbo corrected, his face fearful. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s just the word I use.” “Don’t use it.” Zeus commanded. “Ever.” He hammered his point home with an angry stare at every soldier. “Sendahl, do you want to answer? You don’t have to.” “Sure, I don’t care. No, I’m not gay. I just don’t think it’s any big deal taking it up the ass. Lots of guys do it. I was just helping the guys out.” Wanker replied, and the confident casual delivery he used indicated he didn’t truly believe it was anything worth making a big deal about. “Anyone else?” Sleeper asked. Troll spoke up. “Can we ask him questions?” “Yes, but he doesn’t have to answer if he doesn’t want to. And he’s our brother, be respectful.” Zeus answered. “Do you suck dick, bro? Or just get fucked?” Troll asked without blinking. Wanker chuckled. “For you guys, yeah I’ll suck dick. No big deal.” There were a couple “hell yeah!” heard from the group, but it was hard to tell who said it. Troll smiled. “Hell yeah.” He repeated. “You’re alright, Wanker.” Maybe it was because none of them had any opportunity to have a date with a woman for six months, and hadn’t even been in the same room with one except for the few female instructors that came through for their training but the Bravos hadn’t responded anything like what Sleeper thought they would. He glanced back at Zeus. He knew what Andrew would do. “Anyone here have a problem if a brother WAS gay? Just because Wanker’s not, doesn’t mean we don’t have a gay brother among us. Is that a problem for anyone?” Sleeper asked. Again, the brothers looked at each other, some trying to see if anyone would speak up, others trying to see if they could tell who might be gay. No one said anything for a full minute before Holler spoke up. “I ain’t never been round no gay boys, Sleeper. I think I might be afeared if I was to know we got a gay boy here. I don’t mean ‘em no harm or nuthin’, and I don’t hate ‘em I just would be thinkin’ all the time that they was gonna try to do sumthin’ to me.” “Puta, no body gonna put dey dick in you.” Puta joked. “We no wanna break you little fragile body.” Everyone laughed, even Holler. “Some body try sumptin’ you send ‘em to Wanker, he take care of it. Or Zeus and he gonna strike dem down.” Everyone took a moment, and then Cellblock blurted out after having put it together faster than anyone else. “Wait. Julio… you’re … uh … you said ‘we’… Puta just shrugged. “Jess, so what? But I no get fucked. I no like da dick in my culo. It no feel good.” Well that was a big surprise to Sleeper. Almost as big a surprise as Zeus. Andrew had read it all wrong. The entire brotherhood was shocked speechless. “What?” Puta asked. “My brothers no love me no more?” That seemed to break the frozen silence and all the guys, even Holler, surrounded Puta in a group hug, with the guys closest moving aside so the others could push in and give Puta a hug or a pat, or rub his head with a smile. Sleeper turned to Zeus to see his face was wet with tears. He saw Zeus smile, but not at him. Sleeper turned to see Puta looking back at Zeus with a smile of his own that said ‘it’s alright’. Then he looked at Sleeper and winked. He guessed Puta didn’t miss much and suddenly all the sly looks and stares back in the barracks after that Saturday night made a different kind of sense. Puta broke away after the brothers got done and came over to Sleeper and Zeus. Wanker seemed to have drawn a small crowd. Sleeper didn’t have to guess what Wanker would be doing in the hours before Sarge arrived. He’d have to make sure they got the place aired out or replaced the smell of sex with something else. They might have to use some wet wood on the fire and endure a bit of a smoke out. “Gabriel, you no worry, okay? I keep your secret. But no body gonna care. If dey no care about me, is no way dey gonna hate you.” Zeus grabbed Puta and crushed him in a smothering hug. Puta put his arms around Zeus’ big body, looking like being smashed by a giant felt like a soft comfortable embrace. “But maybe if your boyfriend let me, I can kiss you? Just a kiss for you beautiful soul.” Sleeper was about to give a nod to Zeus, but Zeus just bent down without a glance and pressed his lips to Puta’s. It was nothing extreme or anything of import, just a gentle ‘thank you’. Sleeper had to smile. So Zeus didn’t have to swallow a guy whole to kiss him. And Zeus didn’t ask for permission, from anyone. Sleeper already knew that when Zeus decided something you weren’t left with a lot of choice and the incredible thing was he didn’t feel resentment at not having a choice. It ended up feeling like because Zeus decided it, that it was the right thing to do. Choice? Gods like Zeus turned ordinary mortals like him into adoring worshippers, that was the choice. It would always be the only choice. Puta sighed and moved back. “I better get in line for Wanker. But maybe we should put up a wall?” Sleeper nodded. “Yeah, let’s not make this difficult on the guys. A little privacy will keep things from getting out of hand.” And a glance over at the group said it was just in time. About ten of the guys had Wanker on his knees while they surrounded him. “Hey! Jesus bro’s! Let’s get some kind of privacy going before you get down to business. Not everyone wants to see that.” Sleeper called out. Most of the guys had the decency to look slightly ashamed. Sleeper noticed a lot of dick re-tucking going on. Damn, these horny fuckers were going to flood Wankers insides with so much cum he wouldn’t need to eat dinner tonight. They quickly had a curtained barrier thrown up made from a few sleeping bags and some paracord that created a room about six feet square that hung from the wood frame of the lean-to. It wouldn’t handle a lot of sound, but at least no one had to watch Wanker taking a train. Besides, Wanker wasn’t the loud one early this morning. That had been Footlong and Puta. **************** Wanker felt a little overwhelmed. After the sleeping bags created some privacy, the guys had been patient enough but now weren’t willing to wait in an orderly line so he could deal with them one on one. All ten piled into the room. Wanker kept his tee shirt and thermal top on, as well as his thick socks, but he was naked from the waist down. He knew at least a couple were going to want to fuck his ass. He knelt on his folded up uniform, which provided the perfect level of padding for his knees and he found that amusing. He was busy sucking Troll’s fat cock, burying his face in his pubes, then alternating sucking his hairy nuts in his mouth. The other guys were watching, stroking their hard dicks while waiting their turn. Demon was getting some strange from Footlong’s left hand but he obviously wasn’t comfortable enough to repay the courtesy leaving Footlong to stroke his own dick in his right. Suddenly Cuntwrecker moved. “I’m not waiting. I’m using the other hole.” He said. He kneeled behind Wanker, who dutifully spread his knees apart and pushed his ass out, never breaking stride on Troll’s fat hairy cock. Cuntwrecker… only a few things to say about him. First, he was fit, but his hips were just a bit too wide, giving the impression of being a female from behind. You know, guys had a certain overall shape and that didn’t include childbearing hips. Guys should have wide shoulders that v’eed down to hips that didn’t spread out too far. Maybe it was the combination of Cuntwrecker’s narrow shoulders and sturdy hips. But anyway, he was just an average looking dude, wore glasses, blonde hair and brown eyes. He had a nice face… nice. Like you couldn’t call him ugly… but you couldn’t call him handsome or cute either. He just looked nice. No woman walking alone at night would cross the street to avoid him. No one would notice him in a crowd. But Cuntwrecker, for all his plain niceness and feminine shape, had THREE girlfriends back home that sent him about six letters a week. And supposedly they all knew about the others but were still desperately vying to be first among his harem. And these chicks were fucking smoking hot too. Even Sleeper was shocked at the quality of women Cuntwrecker attracted. Cuntwrecker even said he had to break up with a fourth woman, an older woman, because he just didn’t have time to service them all. It wasn’t a matter of energy or keeping his dick hard, he just didn’t have time. And he said it wasn’t fair to them to make them beg for his attention. He claimed to be able to fuck repeatedly for long periods and they begged him to stop before he was actually tired out. Turns out he didn’t have a problem with them begging him for that. He said he kept going until he made them do it. And then he’d kiss them and head over to the next one while they fell asleep with the type of smile that could only be created by inexhaustible multiple orgasms. And he did all that with a dick that was a little over five inches long. Yeah, it was slightly thicker than average, but it also had a wicked upward curve. And the last thing about Cuntwrecker was that when he came, and he demonstrated it for the Bravos once when he served as Barracks Bitch and was ordered to prove his claim, when he came he could fill half a red solo cup with cum. The first time, and six minutes later he filled the rest of it until it over flowed. Of course, then he was dared to chug it so he clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and poured it down his own throat. While everyone stood shocked and stunned to their very cores, Cuntwrecker fought to stop the heaves that threatened to make him puke it all back up again. He was only partially successful and it was like watching the Space Shuttle blow up all over again as his cheeks ballooned out trying to hold it in. Tears rolled from the corner of his eyes as he swallowed it a second time. Everyone stood silent in deep respect before a huge roar of celebration came from everyone’s lungs. The Bravos did not bestow the honored Title Cuntwrecker for frivolous reasons…. And it was an honored Title, not a nickname. Cuntwrecker, that poor plain man hiding in a woman’s shapely body was everything in bed that ALL of them prayed they could be. But maybe it was like Spiderman’s Uncle Ben said… with great power comes great responsibility… and none of them would use that power for good. Cuntwrecker actually cared about his three girlfriends, wanted to treat them right, was honest with them and did everything he could aside from sex to show them how much he cared. He took the time to answer every letter they sent, and it ate up a lot of his free time and study time. He called them every weekend, one after the other, asking them about how they were doing and what they did, listening to their stories. Cuntwrecker deserved that power more than any of them. He used it for good. Before Cuntwrecker could bend his curved dick down to slip it up into Wanker’s ass, Troll said “We know you like to go for a while, Cuntwrecker. So if someone wants to step in, you let ‘em. Okay?” Cuntwrecker smiled his nice plain smile and nodded. “Got it, Troll. No problem. But it’s been a long time, first one will be quick.” Cuntwrecker was actually really curious to find out if his dick did the same thing to a dude that it seemed to do to women. As a considerate lover would, he spat a wad of saliva on Wanker’s asshole before pushing in. Wanker grunted around Troll’s dick. “Almost there, buddy.” Troll said. “I’m going to shoot in your mouth. Just keep going. Just like that.” They were speaking very quietly to keep this from bothering the rest of the brothers close by. “Oh fuck… Cuntwrecker… shit… you’re hitting everything up there.” Wanker gasped, taking his mouth off of Troll but keeping up motion with his hand. “I’m gonna cum, Wanker, put it back in your mouth.” Grunted Troll. Wanker immediate dived back on his cock and in a couple strokes he felt Troll’s warm load coating his tongue. It wasn’t a large amount, so Wanker just let it go down his throat with his saliva. Cuntwrecker shifted position mid thrust to throw one leg up on Wanker’s back so he could fuck him sideways. The change in Wanker was immediate. Troll had withdrawn his dick and moved aside, but still stayed. Wanker was bucking back into him. “Fuck Cuntwrecker, if this is what you do to your girlfriends… holy shit.” Cuntwrecker chuckled. Looks like his dick worked on either sex, and he felt proud. “This isn’t even the best position, Wanker. They really go crazy doing it missionary. I’m going to have to try that out on you. But not this time. You’re busy, and I’m about to shoot my first load.” And with that he really laid into Wanker’s ass knowing his curved dick was putting pressure on both sides of Wanker’s guts. He felt his nuts start churning and his asshole began to tingle signaling the impending flood he was going to deposit up Wanker’s hole. When he felt the cum start boiling he plowed into Wanker’s ass with five powerful thrusts and almost drove Wanker to the ground. He slowed his strokes as his huge load spewed out up inside his fellow soldier’s guts and he kept stroking with lazy movements until he was completely finished. He’d worked up a little sweat, but he could wait for another couple of the guys did their thing before he worked out a second load. The only bad thing about his dick was that its curve made it difficult for a good blowjob. So pussy or ass just made everything easier. Wanker nearly lost it when he felt the spread of warmth flooding him. Why was he still surprised that the moment a guy came inside him he got that turned on feeling? Fuck it drove him crazy. He didn’t feel anything about the fuck… well except for Cuntwrecker’s dick, that did feel absolutely incredible rearranging his insides and yanking his sphincter every which way. But it didn’t make his dick hard or make his balls tighten up. But feeling the cum filling him up, THAT was what made his eyes roll back. It felt like he could shoot even though his dick wasn’t hard. It was almost worth asking if Sergeant Horvath could fuck him again. He’d definitely feel THAT fuck and the thought of Horvath’s huge load filling him gave him that tingle again. Shit, he was going to have to talk to Puta about this, maybe he’d know why getting loads up his ass got him cranked. Junior decided to mount up next, while Duck stuck his 7 inch dick in his mouth. Not accounting for second turns, he might be able to wrap this up in an hour. ******************* “You know you can go join them Zeus, if you want. I’m not going to get hurt.” Sleeper lied. This wasn’t a test. Sleeper felt he needed to let Zeus know it was okay to explore more gay stuff. He wasn’t going to get that from Sleeper. Sleeper didn’t know the first thing about gay stuff. Maybe he could talk to Puta, but Sleeper decided maybe not. It was that kiss that didn’t sit quite right with him, the way Puta just did his smooth, suave Latino thing and got a kiss from Zeus. But Sleeper knew if Zeus did go behind that curtain it would hurt. He had a sick feeling in his stomach just thinking it might happen. He was about to just tell Zeus he didn’t want him to, when Zeus answered. “Why would I do that, Sleeper? I have you. And even if I didn’t, I don’t think I would.” Zeus said in that matter of fact straight even tone of voice. When Zeus spoke it just seemed like whatever he said was how the world was in reality, and anything else you thought it was became fiction. If he said ‘No Sleeper, the sky is green.’ he’d look at the sky and suddenly he find that sure, it might LOOK blue, but it was really a blue green. In fact, there was probably more green than blue there. Well if there’s more green than blue that would make it green, right because the blue hardly counted. And the words he just said ‘I have you’ shot right into Sleeper’s heart. It was true. Zeus did have him. He wasn’t going anywhere. He’d give Zeus anything he wanted, would demand nothing from Zeus. Yeah… Zeus had him. And while a small part of him wondered how and why… the vast majority of him was simply content and happy that he was such a rotten fucking lucky prick. “Hey Zeus, suit up, let’s go check the perimeter.” He said. “Okay.” And Sleeper had a flashback moment to the night before, after he asked Zeus to share a sleeping bag and it all falling apart. That same ‘Okay’. No inflection or indication of whether the suggestion pleased him or angered him. It wasn’t what he thought it was at all. Zeus just didn’t express things. Sleeper thought maybe that was a fortunate thing. If Zeus’s straight even tone could get you to agree to just about anything, Gods help us all if Zeus unleashed actual feelings into his words. But Sleeper did wonder why Zeus held back all the time, and it couldn’t be because he realized his effect on people. Zeus was completely clueless of the level of worship he demanded. They put on their level 7’s. Sarge had paid attention and made sure Zeus had a suit that fit his size. They pulled up their balaclavas and Sleeper told Cellblock to keep an eye on things, make sure the curtain didn’t get out of hand, and to keep an ear out for the radio. Sarge would radio in with an update when he could. He told Cellblock he and Zeus were going to check the perimeter and put out a signal flare on the rock formation. Cellblock wished them luck. The last guy to go use the latrine said the snow was pretty deep, over three feet. And the wind was really tearing up, even in the protection of the rock formation. He suddenly thought of something and called to Spaghetti to see if they had anything to measure the temperature and wind speed. Spaghetti was a lazy name. He wasn’t Italian. His last name was Bergettay. Probably French or Belgian. But it sounded like Spaghetti. Nicknames seemed to follow one of three rules - some kind of personal descriptor like Troll or Shark. Something they could poke fun at you with like Assmunch and Wanker. Or something stupid and completely off the mark like Sleeper and Spaghetti so it would get under your skin. Spaghetti said they did have a weather sensor that would tell barometric pressure and temperature, but it didn’t have the piece that measured wind speed, which was a three foot rod with a top made of spokes that had cups attached, and a wire ran back to the unit to give a readout. Sleeper didn’t care about wind speed… what he cared about was wind chill, which could be calculated from temperature and wind speed. Sleeper went ahead and took the book sized unit. It had a grey screened digital readout like a digital watch or calculator only the screen was about 8 inches tall and six wide. Super fancy. Spaghetti had cycled it on and the readout was showing a temperature in the shelter of 57 degrees. Practically tropical. The brothers had done an amazing job for having to throw something together in just a few hours. Sleeper suddenly thought of the other Platoons. He would have to ask Sarge for an update when he got here. Calling into Base to get gossip was not authorized. “C’mon Zeus, let’s get this done.” “Wait sleeper, we need eye covering if we’re going out in the open. The temperature is bad enough, but we’ll be exposed to the full wind. First rule, no exposed skin.” Well shit, that blows plan number one, Sleeper thought. He planned to get away from the brothers so he could kiss Zeus. Puta’s kiss put a sour pit in his stomach. He knew Zeus liked to kiss him and he’d fought it before feeling it was too intimate. But that was all changed now. He WANTED to show Zeus he was okay with being intimate. Everything that had happened in the last 24 hours since they’d left the barracks had built up to drive Sleeper’s emotions for Zeus into new territory. The nothing argument over the sleeping bag. The way Zeus just took charge in the shelter doing what Sleeper had fucked up the previous night, zipping their bags together so that Sleeper HAD to join him. Zeus didn’t talk about it or whine, didn’t want to share his feelings, he just did the thing he wanted to do. Then, when he snuggled up to Sleeper, waiting until everyone was asleep. Then taking charge and taking what he wanted, something Sleeper himself couldn’t manage to make happen the night before even though that’s what he was going for. Then that feeling of connection when Zeus held him, both of them cumming from almost no kind of movement just the amazing feel of being together, from Zeus’s arms squeezing him, the sound of his breath through his mouth. And then falling asleep just like that so relaxed like being in Zeus’s arms was the best place in the whole world. Zeus hadn’t even moved or pulled out when they were woken up by Wanker’s gangbang, or rather Demon throwing a justified fit. And they fell asleep again just like they did before. They only slept for four hours, but it was the best night’s sleep Sleeper had ever had. Then, the brotherhood’s response to Wanker, then Puta, and Puta coming to free Zeus of concern. And of course, the kiss that Sleeper thought he was okay with but found out the more he thought about it the more he didn’t like it. Finally, Zeus’s easy dismissal of getting to participate in whatever meat fest was happening behind that curtain and the words ‘I have you’. Sleeper had never felt so out of his element while still so comfortably happy. So yeah, Zeus was going to get a kiss, as many kisses as he wanted.

Him: "do you have a rubber?" Me: "No, I can just suck you off" I get his cock really hard & wet. Him: "Damn, I want to fuck your ass" Me: "OK, fuck it. Just pull out when you're gonna cum" few mins later ... Him: "fuck, I'm gonna cum man!" Me: "fuck yea man! dump that big load. Fill that ass up!" His bare cock dumps cum up my hole. Him: "oh damn man, sorry" Me: "No problem. Your dick needed a warm hole." Happens everytime.

Good question! I would be glad you asked. Just don't ask me in the first 5 minutes of meeting me that implies that Poz is all I am. Information don't have to wait a year either. So, timing is everything. Personally I enjoy talking about my personal tragedies, which are many. Becoming Poz is not the most tragic thing to ever happen to me. I've survived for over 30 years. AIDS since 1999. The night I became infected was the best sex of my life, and it was before we had ever heard HIV.

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FS Part 7 I slowly woke to bright lights and voices. Looking around I could see a make shift medical office and wondered where I was. I was alone in the small room on my back. Sitting up I realized I was on an old gurney. My shorts were on me and my t-shirt. I was confused because I remembered losing it while walking in the crowd. “You’re awake” I just nodded, which only caused my head to begin to hurt. “You had a nasty fall on the way in, lucky for you Stinger was close by and saw you go down, then brought you here” I must have had a confused look on my face because the mystery man stepped forward, stopping right next to me. “You tripped on an uncovered cable and hit your head on one of the posts supporting the sign over the entrance and lost consciousness.” I still had no idea what the man was talking about. I was lost until the man I knew as muscle fucker walked through the door. I remembered what happened, who fucked me and every load that was shot in me and on me. “This is Stringer, he brought you to me, I'm know here as Professor, but I do have a MD and take care of everyone” I could see my reflection in a mirror inside a glass cabinet, I looked myself over. Shorts, t-shirt and most shocking was I did not have any dried cum in my hair or on my face. The ran my hand over my face and through my hair. Nothing not even a dried mat of it in my hair. What I did find was a big knot in my forehead. Hurt to the touch as well. “Here is a card of a doctor that will take care of you if anything and I mean anything comes up from your visit here. The carnival will be billed for this not you.” Still staring at myself in the mirror I took the card and without looking at it I put it in my pocket. I was mentally lost, did all that fucking really happen? Did I not take all those poz loads? “Stinker will walk you out to your car, I think it would be best if you go home and get some rest. Think you can drive home??” I nodded. Other than a slight headache I felt okay. “Is there a restroom I could use before I head out” “Yeah, I'll show you” Stinger said Moving slowly I followed Stinger out of the room and to another door. I went in, shut and locked the door. Quickly I dropped my shorts. I sat on the toilet and pushed - I was expecting poz cum to squirt out, but nothing did. I reached under my balls and ran my finger around my hole, my expectations of a loose puffy hole were not met. My hole was tight, dry and completely normal. What the fuck? “You okay in there” Stinger said as he knocked on the door “Yeah” My mind raced with questions as I pulled up my shorts, flushed the toilet to cover what I was really doing. I exited the bathroom and slowly walked behind Stinger as he escorted me back to my car. I saw the hairy guy that had fucked me with the super long foreskin, he was still directing people on where to park. He never looked my way or indicated that he had been deep in my hole. I got to my car, unlocked it and climbed in. Stinger shut the door and remained there. I rolled down the window, thinking he was going to tell me something, yet he remained silent. I watched his hand slide down his stomach, over his waist band of his jeans and grab his crotch, holding and squeezing. He walked away still cupping his crotch. With my eyes wide open, I pulled out of my spot and began to move through the lot towards the exit. On my way out I passed the hairy lot attendant again. This time he looked up, grabbed his crotch and smiled. This made me even more suspicious of the events that may have happened.

FS Part 6 We entered a tent just behind two trailers, which blocked the view of all the riders that were in front of them. I had been humiliated enough with the men watching and jerking as I was fucked, let alone the walk of shame I endured with their cum hanging from my face and hair. I was at the point where I just wanted this over so I could go home. I wanted fun, but doubt that this was really what I was looking for. This is not fun this was death. Muscle fucker stood beside me in the tent, hands on his hips and a grin on his mug. There wasn't much in the tent except for a few bails of hay. Was this where we were going to meet the twins? Fear took over my mind and I tried to move, but was quickly grabbed by muscle fucker. “You are going to like the twins” he said, “just give them a moment and they will show up” “I don't fuck animals you twisted fucker” “Ha you got fucked by me and I'm an animal” he replied, “what the fuck do you think the twins are?” “Horses” “Oh and you call me twisted” he said “you are way off, just wait and see” I wanted answers but know i wasn't going to get them from muscle fucker. So I waited. It seemed as if time ticked by as if every second was an hour. I had convinced myself that the twins would not show, who would want my sloppy hole after all the cock and cum I had taken, but I was wrong. A small hand slowly appeared at the flap in the tent and moved cautiously, pulling the flap to the side. I could see a small framed man standing there, peering inside the tent. Another hand appeared taking the flap from the first, exposing another figure right behind the first, but something was odd about this. The two slowly moved more into the light, I could see two men in their late thirties, dark hair, scruffy faced. The moved slowly in back to back. “The twins, Jon and Don” The moved until they were at a side view in front of me. It was then I realized that they were connected from about just below the shoulder blade and it continued up to the base of their necks. It appeared as if two people were glued together but still remained independent of each other. “Sexy he is” one of the twins said “Fuck him good we will” “Me first” “No me first” They were like two small kids fighting for their turns at play. “You both can fuck him” muscle fucker said I didn't wait to be told, I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, then turned, bent over and winked my hole at them. I was confused, I wanted to head home not 15 minutes ago and now I just beaconed the twins to fuck me with my hole. “Horny he is” one twin said, at this point I didn't know who was who and I really didn't care. I straightened up walked over and dropped to my knees in front on one twin. “Doing what, he is” the other said I pulled the string on the pants in front of me and they dropped to the twin’s ankle. His cock was slowly twitching and frowning in front of my eyes. Licking my lips I moved closers. I could smell the funk coming from the crotch of this twin. The odor was intoxicating. I could feel my heart beat in my temples and hear it in my ears. It was like a natural poppers. My tongue darted out and made contact with the growing cock. I tasted piss, cum and ass. I licked the cock and balls as if they were my last meal. Pre-cum started oozing from the piss slit of the cock. “Jon is a huge leaker” muscle fucker said - now I knew who was who for now at least. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked. My mouth filled with so much pre-cum that I thought Jon had shot his load. My lips slowly slide down his cock, coating the soft skin with my spit. “Mine you suck now” Don said loudly I could see his pants drop behind Jon, as I slid my mouth back and forth on his hard cock. My tongue was enjoying the pre-cum as it flowed from his piss slit, sweet and salty. It mixed with my spit naturally slicking up his shaft. I moved quickly around to Don, engulfing his hard cock into my mouth, until I was pressed into his crotch hair. “No fair, my cock you come back and suck again” I continued to suck on the hard cock in my mouth, ignoring the whiny cry of Jon who only wanted my mouth on his cock again. Don’s cock leaked pre-cum just like his twin. I didn't hesitate to swallow every drop flowing from their cocks. Dropping Don’s cock out of my mouth, I spit in my hand and reached under my balls to spread the spit and pre-cum mixture on my hole. “Dumb shit, as much cum that's up your ass you won't need that” muscle fucker said. “Fuck off” both Don and Jon said at the same time. I stood and turned, presenting my ass and hole to the twins. As much as I was fearing and regretting the fucks before this, there was a drive in me that wanted to get more cock and cum from the freaks. Don stepped forward, grabbing my hips and sliding his cock deep in my hole. His cock was not as big as the ones before him, but it felt good in my loose hole. He pulled out and pushed back in. He used his full weight when slamming back in, causing me to have to brace myself so I would not fall forward. “My turn” Jon yelled. The shuffled around and Jon pushed his leaking cock deep within. He pumped his cock in and out, felt just like Don fucking me. These twins were identical in every way, looks, speech, and fucking. I glanced over at muscle fucker who was rubbing his cock through his jeans and smiling very coy. I knew he wanted in my hole again. The twins turned again, giving Don another go at my hole. I could feel cum leaking out with each pump of their cocks. I imagined their pre-cum flowing more and more from their piss slits as the fucked me. After a short time, they turned and switched again. I moaned each time they turned and rammed their cocks into me. Muscle fucker was still rubbing the hard tube now running down the leg of his jeans, licking his lips. I wanted to have the twins cum fast so I could get fucked by muscle fucker and take his poz load again. I lost track of which twin was fucking me with all the switching and turning. Who ever was fucking me slammed in deep and his cock twitched and jumped over and over shooting its huge load deep in my hole. He screamed as he shot and his legs shook. He pulled out and they switched again. This twin rammed in me as I felt the first shot of cum hit my hole. His cock jumped and pumped as he screamed and shook just like his twin. “Loads were huge” both twins said at the same time. My legs felt weak as their cum mixed in my hole with the other loads in me. My head began to swim as dizziness took over. My vision left me in darkness and I dropped to the floor.