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Part 1 It is early Thursday morning and I am finishing packing my bag for the visit back home. This trip is for my brother’s wedding, for which I am his best man. My flight is in a few hours taking me from the big city life I have been living for the last 6 years (4 in college and now 2 working) back to my rural home town where the population of the whole town is less then the number of people that live with in a block of my apartment. I wouldn’t say I hate visiting home, but I will say there is definitely a reason I moved across the country for college and stayed there. Being gay in small town American is not fun. By the way, I am Samson but I go by Smith (my middle name). I am 24 years old, 6’2 and lean with good muscle definition and six pack abs. I have short light brown hair and green eyes. I was blessed with a nice fat 8.5 in dick (cut) that has a set of heavy balls hanging below them and a nice bubble butt (with a tight hole). I got lucky with genetics but I also workout 6 days a week. I have the boy next door look going for me and lots of times people are surprised to find out I am gay. They are even more surprised when they find out I am kinky toxic poz pig. When I got to college I really embraced my gayness and fucked and got fucked as much as I could. It started out safe but quickly changed to me becoming a raw only guy. My first raw fuck happened about a month into school when I was tipsy at a party and didn’t have a condom but had a perfect twink hole in front of me. He wanted it and I couldn’t resist. I ended up nutting in him as he begged for my cum. That was pretty much the end of condoms for me. I wasn’t on prep because I didn’t want to use my insurance that I got through my parents to pay for it and then they see it and my mom to go crazy about me having unprotected sex. Plus it was a hassle and I like all guys that age thought I was invisible. I got knocked up by a senior frat guy (Kenny) the begining of my sophomore year. We had meet in the college gym a few days after the year began. I noticed him when I entered the gym. He was tall, very fit, super handsome mixed guy with a little more muscle than me. I thought he was straight even after asked me about my workout and then asked to do the rest of our workout together. As we showered after our work out I tied, key work there, to sneakily get a look at his meat. It was big, fat, uncut and the same caramel color as the rest of his skin with a small bush of hair above the base of his dick. It hung heavy over his balls and made my mouth water. It had to of been 5 in soft. Well he caught me and called me out for looking. I tried to apologize. He told me the only way he would accept my apology is if I followed him home and let him own my hole. Of course I said yes. We finished up our shower and walked to his frat house. We went straight up to his room and starting making out right away, stripping each others of our clothes the minute the door closed. He had me sit on his face to eat my hole as I sucked on his now 9in fat uncut dick. After a while he bent me over the bed and worked that monster into my ass slowly. Inch by inch. We didn’t discuss status or even think of condoms. He bottomed out and then sat there as he kissed my back, neck, and ear. After I adjusted to his monster dick he fucked me hard and deep with long strokes. Making me moan as he stretched me open and his dick hit my prostate. He was the first person to open my second hole too. That felt so good when he did it. He fucked me for a long time in multiple positions. He deposited his cum I me 3 times that afternoon. Then we cuddled naked and watched some sports on his tv till I had to head home to do my assignment. After that we became fuck buddies. A couple months later when I got sick with flu like symptoms he told me I should go test and went to the appointment with me. When it came back I was positive he helped me get home as I was a mess. After I clammed down and realized it wasn’t the end of the world I asked him how he knew I could have gotten HIV. He told me he knew because he was poz, had been for a while, and not started on meds. That sent me into a bit of frenzy but he managed to talk me down. He then planted the seeds of the gifting/chasing poz fetish in my brain. With his help my horizons expanded from vanilla sex to freaky kinky piggy sex. He also convinced me not to go on meds. I also never told my family about my infection. I figured they didn’t need to know or worry. By the time Kenny graduated I was a pozzing pig like him, he even got me to help him stealth poz a freshman the night before his graduation. He taught me so much. It was sad he moved away, but we still see each other and fuck at least once a year when he visits the city. But back to the present, I visit home 2-3 times a year and it’s always nice to see my parents, brother, and sister. But by the end of my trip I am definitely ready to leave. Me and my brother are the only ones in my family that have lived outside our southern conservative state, let alone outside a 20 mile radius of our small town. After he finished college last year my brother, Mike who is 23, and his soon to be wife, Beth also 23, moved back home and set up house to live out her perfect family with the picket fence fantasy. My brother is pretty chill and Beth is alright but a little to stepford wannabe for me. But as long as he is happy, I am behind him. I order my Lyft to the airport. A few minutes later a nice lady pulled up and we chatted as she took me to the airport. The trip through security and boarding went smooth. The whole flight the hot twink flight attendant flirted with me, giving me his number before we got off the plane. I flew into the nearest city to my home town which was still a 2 hours from my home. He whispered to me he had the next 3 days off and he lived here a little outside the city. He was about half way from the airport to my parents place. I figured it be a good get away to go and pump his hole full of my toxic babies if my family got to be to much. I texted his number and told him I was in town for a wedding but if I had time I would let him know. He was very happy about the possibility and sent me some hot pics of him naked and his nice ass and sweet pink hole. I sent back a few choice pics to him. I went into the airport and my uncle James was there to pick me up. “Hey there bud, hope the flight was good. Your Dad is busy with the set up in the barn for the reception (we no longer had horses so it was repurposed for family gatherings and events) and your mom is still cleaning house. So they sent me to get you.” He said as he wrapped me in a hug and then lead me to baggage claim. He was the same height as me but much bulkier. He was very much the muscle head guy. Had a home gym and worked out religiously. He would be a muscle bear if he were gay. We chatted more and caught up as we got my bags and walked to the truck. The conversation continued as we drove home with the occasional spaces of comfortable silence. When we got to the house Mike and 4 other guys were outside the barn unloading chairs from a truck. I realized the guys were the rest of his groomsmen. There was our cousin Mark, two of Mike’s best college friends Tim and Dennis, and Beth’s brother Steven (who I had only meet a few times but got major closeted vibes from). I got out of the truck and said hello to everyone , hugging my brother and cousin and shaking hands with the rest. I told them I would help after I got my stuff in the house. As I turned around to get my luggage my dad (who is a bear of a man at 6’5 with a beer belly and arms as strong as iron he got from working construction) wrapped me in a hug and kissed me on the cheek. He never failed to show affection to his sons like other blue collar guys here in the south did. Which I loved because there was almost no better place to be than in one of his bear hugs, it always made life better. He welcomed me home and then in his true fashion told me to grab some chairs and come help set up. I was about to tell him I need to take my luggage in and say hi to mom when she walked up giving me a hug then sticking her cheek out for a kiss, which I gladly did. She told me we’d catch up later and that she and James would take my bags in then he would bring out some ice tea and help us finish up. We spent the next few hours getting things set up and making sure the barn was ready for the coming festivities. All of us cutting up like a group of jocks and frat brothers would. I was included in on the ribbing and joking. They had no problem teasing me, even if about gay sex. We all would bash back and forth. One interesting thing that happened as we were setting up was that Steven (who was 20 only about 5’8 and very hairy - think otterish) would find ways to “accidentally” rub up against me. His ass against my hand, his crotch against my ass, even crotch to crotch once. When it happen he’d give me a quick devilish smile and move on. In that moment I knew I’d have him before I left. After the work was done we all went up to the house and Dad started to get dinner ready, he was the better cook between him and mom, plus he enjoyed it more so he did the majority of the cooking. We all helped around the house with the chores mom set us to do as dinner was cooking. Finally sitting down to eat around 6. Well all of us minus Steven who went to Mike and Beth’s place to be with their family for dinner. Mike was staying here until after the wedding so he “didn’t see the bride” before the big day. My sister Mary and her husband Tom (both in late 20s) couldn’t make it over that night as both were working night shift. But this was their last night working before the wedding so we’d see them tomorrow afternoon after they got off work and had a nap. After dinner we helped clean up and uncle James and Mark went home. Dad, mom, Mike, and I sat and talked and caught up. It was almost like we were kids. Dad, Mark, and I even moved the furniture back and wrestled like we used to. All of us went to state in our weight classes in high school and nightly practices were common back then. It was more fun then those practices because this time as it was just a us having a few beers and playing around. Of course dad beat us both. Me and Mark tied pretty much. Then we both tried to surprise attack dad together but he showed us he still had it and took us both down. We were all laughing hard, even mom, as he stood above us flexing his huge arms with his shirt off and his big hairy chest heaving imitating the “wrestlers” on tv. Even for a guy in his 50s he was built and strong as he’d ever been. We settled down after that and all watched a little tv. Then I excused myself to my room around 10. As I was stripping down in the bathroom me and Mark shared growing up (Jack n’ Jill style with a door to each bedroom) I looked at my phone for the first time since I got to the farm. The twink flight attendant had sent a few more texts including a few vids of him getting drilled raw which was hot. There was also a few texts from friends wanting to make weekend plans (which I reminded them I was out of town). But the most interesting was from Steven. He had sent me a message (he must of got my number from Beth) that told me he was glad to see me again. Followed by a full frontal nude of him in what I pretty sure was the guest bathroom at Mike’s house. He was not skinny but not fat just a flat belly and some muscle on him but not a lot. He had a hairy chest, happy trail and a big bush above a half hard dick. With his beard and shaggy hair he was a text book definition of an otter. He followed it up with, “I hope to be able to show you this in person before the weekend is out” I responded with a pic of me standing there half hard in my boxers with my dick head poking out of the boxer’s slit replying, “Oh we will have to make that happen! Let’s talk about it tomorrow morning. Meet me at Well’s park in the morning around 9. There is a storage building there by the ballfields that has a spot in it we can play.” I had used that building a lot for hookups growing up and even as recently as the last time I visited when I took a load from a hot local married daddy who didn’t recognize me but I knew was the owner of the local pizza place. It was the prefect place to fuck. I had the key from when I was a player on the baseball team but also helped coach with the equipment. I pretended I lost the key and continued to use it for visits home. Steven replied and agreed to meet me within 3 minutes. He asked for directions to the park and where the ball fields were so I sent him the information and told him to ready for a hot fuck. His only response was a picture of his fully hard beer can thick 7 in dick dripping cum. My dick jumped with anticipation!! I was so hard thinking about pozzing my soon to be brother in law I came within 3 mins of jerking my dick in the shower. Then laid down and fell asleep in seconds. —————————————— Thank you all for reading. This will be multiple chapters. This first chapter was mainly to set the backstory and get what’s to come ready. Don’t worry there will be more in depth sex in the coming chapters. Hope you all like it!

The steam swirled around Dan and Craig, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Water dripped from Craig’s tattooed arm, the ink a roadmap of his life’s stories, each one a testament to his unapologetic existence. Dan’s gaze lingered on the intricate designs, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. Craig’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory, as he leaned in, his voice low and laced with challenge. “Ready for more, or are you gonna keep staring at my arm like it’s got the answers?” Dan’s cheeks flushed, but he held Craig’s gaze, feeling a surge of defiance. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. Craig’s eyes glinted with approval, and he clapped a hand on Dan’s shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and possessive. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get out of here. I’ve got a place in mind where the action’s hotter than this sauna.” They dried off quickly, the air outside the showers cool against their damp skin. Craig led the way through the maze of corridors, his stride confident, as if he owned the place. Dan followed, his heart pounding with anticipation. The baths had already given him a taste of anonymity and raw desire, but Craig’s presence made it feel like he was stepping into uncharted territory. “Where are we going?” Dan asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around them. Craig shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. “Somewhere private. A place where you can let loose without worrying about prying eyes.” The destination turned out to be a small, dimly lit room tucked away in a corner of the baths. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the walls were adorned with mirrors that reflected fragmented images of the bodies moving in sync. Craig pushed open the door, and Dan hesitated, his pulse quickening. “This is it,” Craig said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Time to see what you’re made of.” Inside, the room was sparse, with a single mattress on the floor and a few scattered pillows. The walls were bare except for a few faded posters of men in various states of undress. Craig closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the confined space. “Take off your towel,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. Dan obeyed, his fingers trembling as he dropped the skimpy cloth. Craig watched him with an intensity that made Dan’s skin prickle. When Dan was naked, Craig stepped closer, his gaze roaming over Dan’s body like a conqueror surveying his prize. “You’re a quick study,” Craig murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “But we’re just getting started.” Craig’s hands were rough as they gripped Dan’s hips, pulling him closer. Dan could feel the heat radiating from Craig’s body, his presence overwhelming. Craig’s lips brushed against Dan’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “On your knees,” Craig whispered, his voice a command Dan couldn’t refuse. Dan dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. Craig’s cock was already hard, thick and uncut, the head glistening with pre-cum. Dan hesitated for a moment, his mind flashing back to Jimmy’s words about collecting cum, about keeping his ass roughed up. It was on that advice Dan had made plans with Craig to hit the baths together. His hesitation was fleeting. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Craig’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Craig groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him with a firm but gentle grip. “That’s it,” Craig murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. Not often I top Dan, but when I do I've got high standards. Show me what you’ve learned.” Dan obeyed, his mouth working in rhythm, his tongue swirling around the head of Craig’s cock. Craig’s hands tightened in his hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Dan closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, the taste of Craig’s skin, the sound of his ragged breaths. “Enough,” Craig growled, pulling away abruptly. Dan looked up, his lips swollen and slick, his gaze questioning. Craig smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Time for the main event. On the bed, on your hands and knees.” Dan scrambled to obey, his body trembling with anticipation. Craig positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly. “Relax,” Craig murmured, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “This is gonna hurt, but you’ll like it.” Dan took a deep breath, steeling himself as Craig’s cock pressed against his entrance. There was no lube, no preparation, just the raw, unfiltered sensation of Craig pushing inside him. Dan gasped, his nails digging into the mattress as Craig thrust forward, filling him completely. “Fuck,” Craig groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “You’re so wet. How many loads did you take in the darkroom?” "Five, I think," Dan whimpered, his body adjusting to the stretch, the burn slowly giving way to a different kind of ache. Craig began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. The mattress creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the small room. “Say it,” Craig demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you want it.” Dan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his mind clouded with pleasure. “I want it,” he managed, his voice barely audible. “I want—” “Louder,” Craig growled, slamming into him with renewed force. “I want it!” Dan cried, his voice echoing off the walls. “I want your cum! Fill me up!” Craig’s thrusts became frantic, his body tensing as he neared the edge. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just like Jimmy said.” Dan didn’t respond, his mind blank as pleasure consumed him. Craig’s cock twitched inside him, and Dan felt the hot rush of more cum flooding his hole, filling him to the brim. Craig groaned, his body collapsing onto Dan’s back, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For a moment, they lay there, Craig’s weight heavy on Dan’s body, the silence broken only by their labored breathing. Then Craig pulled out, the sound wet and obscene, and Dan felt the cum spill out of him, pooling on the mattress. Craig rolled off, a satisfied smirk on his face as he lay back on the bed. Dan turned to look at him, his body still trembling, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Craig’s gaze was soft, almost tender, as he reached out to stroke Dan’s cheek. “You did good,” he said, his voice low. “Jimmy was right about you.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jimmy’s name. He felt a surge of pride, mixed with a lingering sense of unease. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Craig’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Next? We’re just getting started. But first, let’s clean you up. You’re a mess.” Dan glanced down at his cum-stained body, a flush creeping up his neck. Craig chuckled, pushing himself up from the bed. “Come on. The showers are calling.” As they left the room, Dan felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, despite the chaos of his thoughts. Craig’s words echoed in his mind: You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Dan couldn’t deny it. He was. And as they stepped back into the steamy haze of the showers, he knew this was just the beginning. Here he was hanging out with a poz Adonis, a fellow slut. It made him feel powerful. Dan locked eyes with a tatted daddy across the shower room. As the daddy stroked his cock, Dan stuck a couple of fingers in his well fucked ass and put them in his mouth. "Go, enjoy," Craig said, as the daddy walked past them out of the showers. Dan did just that.

I made my way to the door and knocked, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. Almost immediately, the door opened and there was Tim, standing confidently in nothing but his briefs again. "Hey boy, glad you made it. I'm excited for another go at that ass!" He turned me around and hugged me tightly from behind, I could feel his dick pressed against me through the fabric and it did nothing to hide his arousal. I licked my lips, shuffled awkwardly into the house, and started to make myself comfortable. Tim offered me a drink and I gladly accepted, hoping it would loosen me up a bit to enjoy the experience more. Tim came back with a glass and while I drank it down, he didn't waste any time, starting to grope me and pull at my clothing. My body responded instantly and I set down the empty glass and helped him pull the rest off of me until I was naked. Tim looked me up and down and growled, "Mmmm, good boy. Get over here." He pulled me in and started kissing me aggressively, exploring my mouth with his tongue and grabbing my ass. It was exciting and I kissed him back, trying to give as good as I was getting. The passion was building between us and Tim got progressively more handsy as the minutes went by. Eventually, he pulled away and looked me over again. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started slowly walking me down the dark hallway to a different room than last time. "I thought we'd change things up this time, hope for better results," he said as he opened the door and led me inside. The room wasn't very big, but what it lacked in size it made up in ambience. A soft red glow lit up the space and I smelled that same scent I had gotten from the wet spot in my underwear after he came inside me. It overwhelmed my senses and I felt a rush of horniness from my toes up through the top of my head as the memory of our first encounter played through my mind. I sagged a little and let out an involuntary moan. The rest of the room was sparse, but I noticed some drawers in a corner with various small bottles on top, some of which I recognized as lube. In the middle of the room was a sling. I had seen enough porn to know what it was but I had never been in one before. My heart jumped with excitement as I imagined myself in place of some of the bottoms I'd seen online. "This is my special room, hasn't let me down yet. I think you're really going to enjoy yourself here." Tim led me over the sling and helped me into it, lifting my legs into the stirrups so that my hole was exposed. He took a second to bend down and blow lightly on my hole, which clenched automatically at the sensation. With a quick chuckle, Tim turned and started rifling through the drawers while I got settled. I laid back and took stock of my surroundings, noticing a mirror on the ceiling above me. Tim had turned back around and I could see him taking off his briefs in the mirror, his monster of a cock springing out once the fabric was out of the way and just barely brushing against my ass. A shiver went through me and I tried to adjust my position to get closer to him. "Hehe, hungry tonight eh?" Tim chuckled. "Let's make sure you get what you came for." He reached behind him in one of the drawers, his arm out of sight. "Sometimes I can get a little rough and accidentally push guys back in the sling, these will help you stay put." In a flash, he quickly wrapped my ankles with some restraints and attached them to the sling. Startled, I started to try and sit up, but he gave the sling a strong push that caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards. He gestured in my direction and said, "See? Now I can really open you up without you falling out the back." "I don't know about this," I mumbled, feeling some anxiety building despite his efforts to calm me down. Things were moving very quickly and now I wasn't sure I was ready for this kind of play. "It's not a big deal, it's just so you don't slide while we're fucking. I won't restrain your hands for now," he grinned. He stood directly in front of me, hands on his hips and his hard cock jutting straight out in front, pressed against my hole. My movements in the sling trying to sit up again made the tip drag slightly across my opening and I could feel a wetness that must have been precum. I was torn between fear and lust, still trying to hold myself up but not quite sure what to do. Tim just looked down at me, watching with a hungry expression while I tried to sort my thoughts. My abs and arms were starting to get tired from holding my torso up. "Well? What's it gonna be, boy?" Tim finally prompted. "You really want to stop now?" I leaned back, covering my face with my arm. "I don't know, it just feels like a lot." "You asked for this, boy. You reached out to me, remember?" he scolded me, but he still didn't move. I felt bad. He was right, I had initiated all of this and now I was giving him blue-balls just because I got nervous? I moved my arm and looked up at him. There was a disappointment in his face that made me feel even more guilty than before. How would I have reacted if I was in his position? I would have been upset too, it wasn't really fair of me. "Ok, sorry. It's ok, It's just a lot of firsts all at once. I'm overreacting," I apologized. Tim's disappointment immediately melted away and was replaced by a big grin. "Good boy! I knew you'd come around, but be ready - once I start, I'm not stopping until you take my load. Especially now... last chance to back out." He rocked his hips and his dick poked at my hole, the precum letting the tip start to open me up, just a little... "Yeah, ok... let's do it," I agreed and reached up to grab the chains and brace myself. Tim leaned over me and kissed me hard again. "That's good, boy. Here, take a long inhale of this, it'll help with the first push." He reached behind him and grabbed one of the bottles, opening it and holding it under my nose. "What is it?" I asked, it smelled like the nail polish remover my sister used. "This is poppers. It'll help your hole relax and open you up faster. It feels good," Another new thing... but I had already agreed so I put my doubts aside and took a deep breath when he held the bottle under my nose. A couple seconds later I felt a warm rush and tingles through my entire body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling. Tim saw me react and said, "Perfect, now deep breath, boy - here it comes." He grabbed the sling and started to push. The poppers did their job and my hole relaxed despite the intrusion and soon, and I had a perfect view of his dick in the mirror overhead as my hole opened up for him and he slipped further and further inside me. "Oh..my..god," I breathed heavily and my body started shaking from all the sensations. I had forgotten how big he was and it felt like he was splitting me open, but my body was somehow managing to take him in. I was having trouble sorting through what was pain and what was pleasure, focused on the feeling of my pulse in my hole, gripping his cock with each beat. "Fuck yeah, that feels amazing," Tim kept pushing slowly and steadily into me. I couldn't believe he was still going, it already felt like he was so deep. "Almost there, another big push coming," he reminded me. I jolted a little at the memory, remembering the crazy sensation of his last inch just as he met the resistance in my hole. I felt the intense pressure and pushed slightly against it, and with one final shift of the hips, Tim's cock forced its way through and deep inside me. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. I fuckin love this hole, you're gonna be my good boy forever, right?" Tim started rocking, each thrust pushing that deep spot over and over. I was still reeling from the aftereffects of the poppers, and I writhed in the sling, trying to savor every sensation. Tim didn't let up at all, and soon I was overcome by the power of his fucking. He pushed deep into me with each thrust, pulling out just enough each time that I felt every inch of him over and over and over. Soon, his breathing turned ragged and his thrusts more urgent. I could tell he was getting close. "Here comes number one!" He almost shouted as he pressed against me, leaning hard against the sling until he was almost hanging off me by his dick, and with one final push I could feel the hot pulsing of his cock as his cum flowed into me. A deep satisfaction started to fill my brain and I knew, this is what I had been looking for... and now I wanted, no...needed, more. My cock leaked a steady stream of precum as he started to pump in and out again, riding out the end of his intense orgasm. Tim collapsed on my chest and kissed me deeply, his dick still hard inside me. "That was so good, I couldn't hold off any longer. Give me a sec and we'll go for round two." We stayed like that for a few minutes, and his cock never softened. I could feel his desire radiating through my hold, making my whole body tingle as it reciprocated what I felt from him. Slowly, he stood back up and started slowly pumping again. The feeling was different now, easier with the additional lubrication of his first load inside me. "Fuck... yes, feels so good!" I moaned. Tim settled into a nice rhythm and before long, I was fully enjoying the ride again. The sling made it so that he went deep with every stroke. I watched his face while he fucked me, and could tell he was trying to make it last. As time passed, Tim started to get more aggressive and more verbal. "This fuckin hole, I could breed you for days." "You feel so good, I love being balls deep in you." "Yeah, getting nice and loose, I love a sloppy hole that doesn't fight me." "Gonna knock you up good, boy." I could understand what he had said about the ankle restraints, some of the thrusts were definitely pushing me hard. I struggled to accommodate his massive cock inside me - it was definitely stretching me out and pushing me to my limit. But Tim's running commentary helped keep me horny and distracted. We kept it up like that for a while before Tim said, "Yeah... You're gonna take my poz load deep in your hole, boy" He was starting to speed up, "I'm almost there, definitely gonna give you my HIV this time!" Every muscle in my body tensed. The pleasure I had been feeling stopped instantly and my stomach dropped as his words registered. "Wha..what do you mean? Stop, stop please." Wide-eyed, I started to try and sit up again, pushing against his stomach, but I couldn't get any leverage in the sling. Plus, it was hard to balance with him still thrusting into me. I tried to pull away but my legs were strapped in, and every time I tried to sit up or reach him, Tim simply pushed me back down and gave my ass a firm thrust in punishment. My hole clenched in fear. "Oh fuck, you're squeezing my dick so hard. Milking that load out, huh boy? Here it comes!" He laughed, and with a final thrust he pushed as deep as he could into me again. I shouted out and tried to move, but I felt a hot sensation deep in my ass and knew it was too late. His cock gave several strong twitches and my hole reacted instinctively, clenching and relaxing which only seemed to draw everything further inside me. Not only that, but my brain started to get fuzzy and everything seemed to slow down. I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was working against me. I started to tear up and covered my face with my arm so he wouldn't see. "Good boy, just let it happen. Nice... that's right, get every drop," Tim continued talking to me as if he hadn't just forced me to take his load. He reached behind him and I heard him rummaging through the drawer behind him without removing his cock from my ass. I moved my arm to see what he was doing just in time for him to grab it, slap on a cuff, and secure it to the chain nearby. It was clearly a practiced move, something he had done over and over. I started swinging my free hand wildly, trying desperately to maintain some sort of freedom, but it was a losing battle. Once all my limbs were restrained, Tim finally pulled out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that didn't give me the relief I thought it should... "There we go, now we can really relax and make sure it takes this time," Tim turned and started looking in the drawer again, eventually turning back with a large butt plug in hand. He spit on it and pushed it into me, and I grunted as it locked into place. "Can't have you wasting my cum now can we?" He laughed again. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand... please let me go." I was shaken, but somehow my own cock was rock hard. I needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next. "Oh come on, you knew exactly what was going on. I told you last time I was breeding you with a toxic load. If that's not what you wanted, why did you contact me? You seemed pretty into it for the first load." I searched my memory and he was right, those were the words he had used the first time. I had taken two HIV positive loads from him already! But as far as I knew, nothing had happened that first time. I must have been lucky... I didn't know how to respond so I stayed quiet. I could feel my pulse on the plug in my ass, and my cock still hadn't gone down. What was wrong with me? "But this time, we'll make sure it takes," Tim said casually. "Always fun finding naive neg boys like you. Thought I got you last time, but my viral load is higher now. The process is already started, and with those big loads, you've got a good dose of my DNA in you already. Your cock knows what's up, you're gonna love it. Once you're poz, you'll be free to take as many loads as you want. We'll make you a proper cumdump soon enough." I was horrified. Was it really too late? I didn't know much about how HIV worked except that this is exactly why I was supposed to use condoms... "Yeah, can't wait to own this hole forever," Tim jiggled the plug in my hole, which caused a glob of precum to leak out of me. He wiped the precum from my cock and licked his finger. "Mmm, love tasting a boy's last neg cum. We'll make sure and get all of it out soon so you can start making the real stuff." He gave me an evil grin and turned around to the drawers again. "You know, no matter who fucks you after today, you'll always have me inside you, boy." When he turned back, he was holding some black straps which he wrapped around my ass. I could feel pressure on the plug and realized the straps were holding it very firmly in place. "This will make sure the plug stays in. I'm gonna take a break and have a drink. You can sit here for a bit and let that settle." I hadn't even thought to push it out... that probably would have been a good idea. Tim walked out of the room and I was left with my thoughts. Alone, I struggled to free one of my arms, but I was stuck. There was really nothing I could do but wait. My heart was racing and I tried to calm myself down. "He can't keep me here forever, I'll get medical help as soon as I get out of here," I thought. But a small part of me started to argue, "he must have been HIV positive for a while and he seems healthy enough. Is it really that bad?" My cock throbbed. It was a dangerous thought. For some amount of time, I fought with myself. I was scared of what the future would be like, and what people would say, but my dick had stubbornly refused to go down ever since he came inside me. And I did still love the feeling of bare sex... maybe it was better like this? No. This was wrong, and besides, it wasn't fair for him to make the decision for me. But did he really? I knew it had been risky to bareback with a stranger. I could have deleted Jake's message and stuck to what I knew. But that would have meant that most of my sex would be with condoms, which sounded awful. What he did to me was unforgiveable and evil. But, Tim did give me a couple chances to back out, and I stuck around... It was probably my own fault for not learning more about the dangers before I really dove into this life. Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was no use in assigning blame right then. Tim was probably right, and it was done already if his viral load was really so high. At this point I may as well try to cooperate and at least enjoy some of it. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what felt good instead. I discovered that if I tried to push out the plug, relaxing my ass afterwards would let the straps push it back into me with a satisfying thump which felt great. I closed my eyes and kept that up for a bit, starting to get into it when Tim walked back in the room. "Oh, that looks fun. Let me help." He removed the straps and pulled the plug, just enough to give my hole a good stretch, before pushing it back in - only he pushed at an angle I couldn't achieve on my own. It must have been a direct hit on my prostate because my cock gave a huge twitch and a massive glob of precum escaped. He eagerly bent down and licked my shaft, then took the entire thing into his mouth. It felt amazing. I'm not usually into receiving oral, but the sensation of his tongue along with the plug was working for me and I started to feel my own orgasm building. I tried pushing my hips upwards to finish when Tim pulled away, stopping me just short of cumming. "Oh no you don't!" He scolded me. "It looks like you're ready for another round." I was panting with lust and thrusting my hips, but it didn't get me anywhere. "You want more of my dirty poz cum, boy? That's the only way I'm gonna let you cum." Tim teased me. I closed my eyes, partly from not wanting to look at him, and partly to try and hide just how turned on I was. Tim came around and knelt down so that his head was level with mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's ok to want it. Giving in is easier and way more fun. Just think about how good it will feel to take loads like mine all the time without worrying. You want that don't you?" He started lightly caressing my chest, pinching one of my nipples as his hand made its way down my body. "Tell me what you want." I was lost in the sensations - the plug in my ass, his hands on my body, his breath in my ear...and I could have sworn I could still feel heat from his load deep in my gut. I shuddered as his hand touched my cock and my resistance started to break. "I want you to fuck me again." "That's not it, boy. What do you want?" He persisted. "I want another load in my ass," I was still holding on. "Come on, just say it. You know you want to." He touched the tip of my cock and dragged his finger lightly all the way down the shaft, slick with my leaking precum. I turned my head to face him and looked deep in his eyes. The look on his face was pure desire, it was intoxicating and drew me in. This man was all power and sex, and I realized I really did want more. I wanted more of him, and everything he was. I leaned into him with a kiss and whispered, "please... please poz me." Tim smiled. "I knew you wanted it deep down the first time we met. This is the life you want, I'm gonna own that ass tonight." He walked back to my ass, and without any more preamble, he shoved his full length inside me. I cried out, but this time it was in desire instead of fear or pain, and when he finally came inside me again, my own cock exploded, ridding itself of the last of my neg cum and my old life. He gave me 3 more loads that night before he undid the restraints. By that point, I was completely broken. I was his. I fell asleep with the plug in my ass and Tim holding me in his arms. He said I should stay for the long weekend to make sure we passed any chance of medical intervention. I didn't resist, I begged him to fill me again and again. Even after the weekend, I spent most evenings with him taking as many of his loads as I could. And a couple weeks later, I woke up to the worst flu I had ever experienced - Tim by my side, grinning before pushing into me again.

Chapter II. I couldn’t stop thinking about these POZ guys from my past. The more I thought about how the virus had changed each of them, the more I wanted to play together with them all again. I couldn’t help but feeling sort of sorry for Karl, the one guy who had not moved to NYC and was likely to live out his years free from allowing himself to be a cumwhore. I hadn’t been getting a lot of dick lately, and thinking about those hot POZ guys got me horny. One night, after reading some sexy stories and cruising hook-up sites online, I decided I’d be a bit naughty and check out the scene at a DVD store in midtown. I’d read stories online about video arcades and gloryholes, but I’d never actually been to one. I sort of knew what to expect. I paid a really cute skinny guy in a booth a few bucks and headed down a dark hallway lined with doors. I could hear moans of men fucking on the videos, and moans of men fucking in the booths. I found an empty booth and went in, dropped a few coins into a slot, and flicked through a few channels until I found a video of a guy in a sling surrounded by bearish tops getting ready to fuck him. I unbuttoned my pants and started jerking. After a minute or two, I heard the door to the booth next to mine open. I heard coins plinking, and a movie clicking on. Only seconds later, I saw a beautiful white uncut cock slide through a hole in the wall. Must have been seven inches long, going back to a tuft of chestnut brown pubes and a huge ballsack. I instinctively knelt down and started tonguing that cock. I loved blowing a total stranger. It made my dick drip to think about swallowing this guy’s load, or maybe even letting him fuck me bareback. I swallowed him to the balls and kept my mouth there, allowing him to fuck my throat through the wall. As he pounded into my mouth, I could feel my throat producing lots of spit and he was drooling precum, as his foreskin worked back and forth . I loved not knowing his status as I gulped down his juices. My stranger picked up his pace and then suddenly pulled out of the hole. I heard him bend down and whisper through the hole, “Show me your ass, faggot!” I followed directions and stood up and spun around as fast as I could. I pressed my ass against the cold sticky booth wall, where countless other whores had done the same thing. I shivered thinking about the STDs that had probably been contracted through the wall. I felt a beardy chin scrape against my ass and a warm, wet tongue glide over my ass. This guy chomped down on my ass, chewing and gnawing at my ass, before I felt his fingers start to play with me. His wet digits went into my ass very smoothly and I could feel myself loosening up for him. He withdrew his fingers and I felt an emptiness that was replaced right away by and damp cock. He slapped against my hole a few times and sank the head of his dick into me. I didn’t check, but I am sure he was fucking me bare. I felt like such a slut! My stranger slammed into me a few times, but never deeply. I guess the wall was preventing him from entering me as deeply as he would have liked because he pulled all the way out. “Open your door man, I’m gonna fuck you good!” I scurried over to the door to allow him to enter. I unlocked it, and saw a flash of skin come back through the gloryhole. I was confused until I realized this dick was cut, and shiny from being in someone else’s hole. While distracted, my top stranger entered and relocked the door as he forced my face down to suck this new strange cock. I swallowed the new dick, savoring the taste of some whore’s ass juices on a bare dick. He must have been topping someone bare but hadn’t finished. He was much thicker than the first dick, and I had to stretch my jaw to swallow him down without my teeth gnawing into him. My top thrust into me, causing me to gag on the cut dick in the gloryhole. He must have liked that because he did it again a few times. With no wall between us, he was able to get really deep inside me. I reached down to jerk my dick, and play with his balls. I felt his cock entering me and confirmed that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Even though we were in the same room, and I was giving myself to him raw, I hadn’t seen his face, and he hadn’t seen mine. I didn’t know his name and hadn’t even seen his face. I only knew I wanted and needed his dick. My fucker plowed me for no more than four or five minutes, holding my head down on a strange cock, until he quickened his pace and he trusts became erratic. I knew he about to cum in me. I reached back to hold my cheeks apart for him as he slammed into my ass and began shooting his load. He grunted and moaned as he bred me. That sound got the other guy off and he started cumming hard in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he came so much it was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I pulled off, but he kept cumming, shooting cum right into my eye. I closed my eyes hard, trying to keep them from stinging and was disoriented as my top stood me up to mash his bearded face into mine. He licked the cum out of my eye and off of my chin. When he had tongued the cum from my eyes, I opened them to see a familiar face. It took me a second before I realized it was Karl, the guy from the five-way orgy who was now married and living in the Midwest somewhere! Karl recognized me right as I recognized him and staggered a bit. I felt his load trickling out of my ass as he stood there and chuckled. He shook his head, eventually smiling. “I knew I’d run into someone I knew in a place like this…” I smiled and told him it was my first time. I’m not sure he believed me. “You wanna go grab a cup of coffee and catch up, or you wanna stay here and take some more loads?” I was going to agree to a coffee when he smiled and pointed back at the gloryhole. A new olive-skinned uncut dick had appeared. “Up for sharing this one?” he asked. I smiled and knelt down to gobble it up. Within a few seconds, we were alternating blowing and licking as we kissed across this guy’s thick juicy cock. Karl managed to swallow the whole length better than I was, so I figured out he hadn’t given up cocksucking forever when he got married. He was even fingering his hole as he deepthroated! When the olive dick was good and wet, Karl stood up and backed right onto it. This guy had enough length that he didn’t have a problem getting deep enough to enjoy himself through the wall. Karl rode that dick until he had had his fill and pulled off. He guided that slimy cock into my bare hole and I backed onto it. It went in easy, with all of Karl’s load already lubing me up. I felt almost ripped open as he pounded away. It hurt like hell, but felt so good. “Let me have his load, man! I don’t get many loads where I’m from!” I obliged and pulled off. Karl sank back down on that dick and groaned. We kissed hard as the guy through the wall pounded away. He was shaking the whole partition as he got closer to cumming. “Give it to me! Fucking give me that seed!” The man wasn’t holding back and shouted back, “If you want my dirty seed, you’re gonna get it!!!” Karl froze as he heard those words, realizing that the dick in his hole was probably POZ. But it was too late to do anything about it, and the guy fucked his load into his ass. I made out with him hard as the guy finished off and Karl stood up slowly. My fingers found their way to Karl’s stretched out hole and felt the POZ top’s load already starting to ooze out. I flipped Karl around and dove into his hole, working that toxic seed in and out of his ass. When I had a mouthful of cum, I stood Karl up and fed it to him. The door must have been left unlocked, because I heard it creak open. Standing in the doorway was Pete, Karl’s ex-boyfriend, nude, with a towel draped over his shoulder. He was jerking his monster cock smiling at us. “Hey there strangers. Want to stay here and fuck around, or take this party back to my place?” Karl and I were all over him. Karl kissed him as I knelt down and took his POZ dick in my mouth. I was ready to let Pete breed both of us, but he pulled me off of his dick. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if we can recreate some magic that happened a decade ago… Let’s go back to my place and see if I can invite some friends over…” Without hesitation, we got dressed and headed back to Pete’s place. To be continued.

Andy and Toby had always been closely connected. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. Their mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married young, and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the biggest challenges. The sons had to learn to stand on their own feet early on and take care of each other, especially after their mother's early death from cancer and their father's frequent business trips worldwide. As a result, they grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both part of a competitive swimming team. What they didn't know about each other was that the increasingly athletic shape of the swimmer's body played a stimulating role in the brother's mind when he masturbated. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, as he graduated from school. Their father invited him to join him on a 2-week business trip to New York and while the two older men were staying together in the United States, Andy had to finish his school year. Andy However, he was more than happy about it, as he had the house to himself for 2 weeks and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On his way to swimming practice, he had to switch buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was frequented by shy men. He knew it was a bathroom, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a suspicion that excited him greatly, but he wanted certainty. That's why he seized the first opportunity that presented itself and instead of continuing to training, he did as the men did and disappeared into the door. The light was dim and he was glad that he could steal into the first cabin right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. This and the ambience and the stench of piss and dirty restroom made his piston grow immediately and he couldn't resist his urge, opened his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm when extended, he was actually very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the cruisy restroom how it would be to have his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize involuntarily that he wondered if Toby's cock would exude a similarly horny aroma that prevailed on the cruisy restroom, He closed his eyes and horned up at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor, and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he couldn't deny that he was only because in his imagination he would be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth through the regular and frequent fucks and she liked to be violently scolded by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men, because with every time he fucked, he was confirmed to be a faggot himself. At first he was ashamed of himself, but the shame first became indifference and finally a desire and desire to the point of an instinct to which he wanted to surrender at all costs. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected the with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. The pockmarked hardness of his part confirmed him, because although he had just spat off fat, he was rock hard. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the cruisy restroom and his load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better skip the training today and, as he was, should rather go home again. When he got on the bus, he immediately became horny again at the thought, when he realized where he had just been and why he didn't just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a flap. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to the. that he was absolutely ratty he also had to piss and since he didn't have to fear anyone at home, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run first and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the cruisy restroom and his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this snotting was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and im-dried piss. Loaded with sperm and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin involuntarily. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. As if liberated, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he used as underpants and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He had the feeling that she would give him another situation later. At the same time, he decided that he had to somehow make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and literally demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted to do exactly that and the following day he would disappear into the cruisy restroom again. However, he wanted to go soon after school to spend as much time as possible there. The fact that he actually had swimming training didn't matter to him now.

Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

"mmm fuck me daddy yeah," I encouraged. The cock inside me felt a thousand miles wide and a million miles long. "fill my hole with your cum." He pumped faster, pressing his infinite weight on my back. Suddenly he gushed cum, which ran down both my legs in rivulets as he emptied an impossibly big load inside me. "unh unh unh," I woke to hear myself saying as I jerked myself awake. My underwear was down and my 6.5" cock spurted. The first shot drenching the sheet and the rest made a huge mess on my stomach. I froze except for my still twitching cock. My wife didn't stir. I cleaned up as much of the mess as I could with my t-shirt and washed the sheets the next day. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. **** The dreams had become increasingly frequent. Varied in their particulars but alarming in their consistency. Always me getting fucked and cummed in, often by a bunch of guys, always in some sleazy situation. After the incident I started jerking off regularly. The dreams became less intense but my fantasies became more realistic. I couldn't understand, really. We'd been married for 13 years and I'd never questioned my sexuality. But we hadn't been getting along and our sex life fell off. I had to acknowledge that my urge to get fucked in the ass had become profound. I put on a gay porn video on pornhub and felt practically dizzy with lust as I watched a twink get fucked bareback against a pool table. How was I so sure I wanted to be the "bottom"? **** I was out of town for work. Had just finished after an all nighter called my wife to commiserate and let her know that I could head home early. We got into a fight immediately. She was not being cool and I was exhausted and crabby. We never even got to the point. I decided I'd take my scheduled flight home and have a night to myself in a first rate city. It didn't take long for me to decide to figure out once and for all of I was gay. I napped until about 6 and decided to have a novel experience. I got a trimmer and buzzed my pubes. I got a bunch of water based lube, a bunch of condoms, a bottle of rum, a bottle of coke zero, etc. I got back to the hotel and got ready to receive anal lol. I took some pictures with the help of the bathroom mirror and posted looking for sex. I drank some rum and coke and watched porn. Guys started replying to my ad and I was texting with a few. I found a guy who seemed cool--mid 40s, neg, black, bi--and have him my room info. I got naked and put on the hotel's fuzzy robe He showed up after about 25 mins. It turned out the front desk had to call me when he arrived but it wasn't a big deal. I pressed lube into my ass and nervously waited for the knock. It came after a couple of minutes and I let him inside. I got on my knees and took his pants down. He was thick, 7" and shaved. I sucked him badly for a minute and he told me to get up. We headed to the bed and he disrobed. "So you're really married?" "Yeah, thirteen ye--," I was cut off by his cock in my face. I sucked him again. He put his balls in my mouth and told me he'd turn me out. He pushed me back on the bed and rubbed his cock with lube. He slid in and fucked me immediately. "Just relax. That's all you need to do." At first I panicked and clenched up and it hurt. But he ignored my protests and kept pumping. Somehow I began to relax in my helplessness. Eventually the feeling was incredible. My cock dripped precum as he bottomed out in me. I held my own legs apart as he used my hole. Suddenly I realized he was cumming. He kept fucking at speed as he ejaculated. After a few seconds he slowed down and my sphincter squeezed the last drop out of him. He got dressed and said I had a nice ass. Was I really married? "Well I don't think she's right for you man," he said after I assured him I was. **** I was ecstatic. I needed more. I told everyone I had a load in me. It filtered out a few guys but left me with 2 who were very interested. I get empowered as I told them I was a cumslut looking for the second load of my life/tonight. I invited them both (they knew about one another) and propped the door open with the dead bolt. After 25 minutes I got a call from the front desk. I told her to send him up and said I'd have another visitor arriving soon and that he could come right up. "Of course, sir. What's his name?" "Uhh.. I'm not sure. He's a delivery guy." "Of course sir," she replied impassively. The first guy slipped in the room. He was a big, heavily tattooed guy. Maybe mid 50s. I was in my robe with a hard cock. I offered him a drink and we made small talk. I opened his belt and pulled down his pants. I sat on the bed and took his hardening penis into my mouth and sucked his fat dick as well as I could as he said before me. After a couple minutes I pulled my mouth off and turned around to offer my ass. He took off his shoes, jeans and shirt and climbed into the bed. He grabbed a couple pillows and had me kneel against them. He rubbed a big glob of lube on his prick and then entered my cummy hole. He slapped my ass and fucked me like slut A slice of bright light illuminated the slutty scene as the other guy came in. He closed the door all the way and pulled his dick out as the top in me pulled my head back by my hair. "Jerk off while I fuck you," he demanded. "Shoot your load while I breed your slutty asshole." My cumshot pooled on the bedspread until I collapsed in it, as the assfucking continued unabated. Finally he finished, filling me with a massive nut and jerking his cockhead against my now-sore, cum-covered asshole. He withdrew but my other new friend announced he was going to cum and entered my tender ass, immediately ejaculating inside me. I barely got a look at him, to be honest, but he was Hispanic, on the younger side and had an unremarkable cock. The guys left and I caught my breath after a few minutes. I was beaming, loving the feeling of semen and lube running out of me and down my balls. Every few seconds another drop hit the bed. Just then I got a text from my wife apologizing for earlier. I left her on read as I spread my ass in the mirror. Fulfilling a request from another new friend.

I just got back from a lunch date and met both guys again! The hosts friend is definitely a rough dominant top. As soon as I got in the host locked the door and was pulled to the bedroom and pushed down on my back as both practically ripped my clothes off and then tore off my underwear. Both seemed very aggressive. I think very high. As I laid there naked one just dropped his pants pulled my leggs and pushed them to my chest the other poured either oil or lube all over my hole. One held my leggs as he sat on my arms and chest the other in notime pushed his cock in and hammered the hell out of me. He lasted at least 15 minutes then heard him growl as he exploded. As he pulled out the other pushed me over pulled my hips up and pounded me as the other guy put his foot on my neck to hold me down. Got pounded for a few minutes till he exploded in me. Later I heard one say his wife is back in an hour. I got my clothes thrown at me and told to leave now. Great lunch but im still hungry lol

Coach Sanders 2 I must’ve blacked out because when I came to, Coach wasn’t in the room. I was wrecked. And goddamn, I felt it. Should’ve panicked. Should’ve curled up and lost it. But I didn’t. I smiled. Remembered I came to him. My hand slid down to my hole. Butt plug was still in me. Fuck, it felt good to be plugged up. Meant Coach’s load was still in me. Suddenly, I heard him at the door. “You’re back. How you feeling?” he smiled, giving me the once over. He stepped in, leaned against the frame. Eyes stayed on me. Could tell he liked what he saw. I just lay there. Played with my hole. Waited for whatever came next. He stood there, looked at me like that. So I said it. Straight out told him. Wanted to be poz. Wanted him to know I still meant it. Made sure he knew it wasn’t just the Tina talking. Yeah, I’d figured it out. He’d booty bumped me. And I liked how it made me feel. But told him I felt like crap. Coach didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, listening. “Comes with the territory,” he said, handing me a glass of OJ, and sat down. “First time can knock you sideways.” He played with my hole while I drank. Then pulled out the plug. I moaned. Felt empty. I stretched out, opened up for him. He saw it. Grinned. “Hungry hole on you, huh?” I didn’t need to answer. He knew. His hand moved down, spread my hole. Checked to see if I was leaking. He chuckled, flexed his fingers. Told me I’d taken it all in. Then he opened the drawer. Pulled out a glass pipe, held it up between us. “This’ll help,” he growled. “I’ve got more loads. You’ll take’em all.” “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, watching the pipe catch the light. “Please.” “You ever smoked one of these?” he asked, brushing the bowl with his thumb. I shook my head. He smiled. “Watch close.” Then he lit it, drew in. Held it. Let the white smoke drift out. He passed it to me, the stem still warm from it. From the smoke. From his lips. I took it, fingers brushed his. Coach leaned in. Told me to take a hit. Hold it. Let it sit. I did. He gave the nod. I let it go. Cloud spread between us. He gave another nod. Kind that said I wasn’t done yet. “You want more, boy,” Coach said, telling me my truth. “Don’t pretend you don’t. Deeper this time.” Said he wanted me to feel it. I lifted the pipe again. He lit it. I breathed in the way he’d shown me. It burned sharper now but didn’t hold back. Wanted to show him I could take it. Wanted to feel it settle the way he said it would. He put his hand on my shoulder. Squeeze told me I was doing it right. He watched me hold the cloud. Testing how far I’d go. My lungs were full, pecs tight. He liked that. The look said it all. I was getting the feel for the pipe. Tina was kicking in. All I could think of was getting another load. I blew out. He leaned in, slow. Rubbed the warm bowl on my bulge. “You’re learning fast,” he said, watching me get hard. “Gotta another load ready for you, boy.” His mouth brushed mine. Soft at first, then deeper. Our tongues met, rough and hungry. But his took control. Slipped past my lips. Taste of the cloud still on his tongue, sharp and thick. His hard cock rubbed my abs. I looked down. Saw it pulsing. Tattoo was right there. Clear as day. “Goddamn,” he grunted. “You got me so hard. No hiding it now.” “Naw,” I groaned. “Don’t need to. Ever. Fucking breed me.” “Sit on it,” he barked, holding up a bottle of poppers. “Ride it.” I grabbed it. Took a couple of hits. Spread my cheeks and went down. Felt him splitting me open. Shit, it felt like home. Where I belonged. Tina was making my hole twitch, wanted cock. It was all the way in. The look on his face told me it felt good wrapped around his cock. I leaned in. Kissed him. Felt his cock grow even more. I broke the kiss. Started fucking myself. Pushed Up. Down. Did squats. Coach grabbed my pecs. Fingers twisted, pulled at my nips. I moaned. Felt the pain connected with my hole. He saw my reaction, smiled. I whimpered. Kept up the fucking. Tightened my hole, slid on his shaft. He was getting close. I could see it. Could feel it. He grabbed the sheet with his fists. “Feel that?” he growled. “You’re not leaving ‘til you’re pozzed. Ya hear me, boy?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned. “Don’t wanna, Coach.” “Fucking beautiful musclejock. Show me. Lats wide, pecs steady,” he growled. “Show me everything” I flared my lats, wide and clean. He lifted his hands, grabbed my pecs. Pulled on my nips. I groaned. Held the pose. Breath tight. Muscles stretched. His palms skimmed down my ribs. Fingers traced the flare, slow and firm. Mapped every inch. He looked at me, started fucking. My hole was on fire from the clouds. From his fuck. From my nips. I grabbed them. Pinched them with my fingernails. Fuck! “Fucking gotta work on those,” he grunted, pushing me on my back. “Your pecs’ll pop even harder with a big set of nips. “Work’em!” I moaned, tightening my grip on them. Fucking surge went through me. Down to my hole. “Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, sweat dripping, soaking the sheet. “You gonna be ready for Coach’s cock, boy? Anytime I want it?” “Fuck, Coach,” I told him, “Anytime.” Coach roared, shooting deep inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hole tightened on his shaft. My cock exploded. Soaked my crusted pouch with another load. He was on top of me, panting. Pulled out. My hole dripped. Gaped. He grabbed a bigger plug. I nodded. Had to make sure it took he said. It stretched me out even more. Locked in the load. He sat back, smiled. “Clean,” he ordered, waving his cock at me. “You do it after every load. Got that?” I crawled to him. “Yeah, Coach,” I answered, seeing my juices dripping off it. Went down on him. Lips, tongue around his cock. Deep and messy. I grunted. Tasted it. “Goddamn jockpig,” he smiled. “Fucking taste your hole.” We kept going. Didn’t leave his place. Coach kept me high. Kept me full of loads. At some point it happened. Don’t remember when. Don’t even know how many days I’d been there. Coach said he was taking me to the gym. Not the one he gave me the membership for, but another. Already arranged it. I couldn’t say no, not that I would’ve. He handed me a pair of old sneakers. Told me I didn’t need anything else. The smell hit hard. I sniffed it, deep. Sweat, musk, something else hit me. I checked the size. Size 11. Same as mine. Figured it belonged to one of his other boys. Yeah, by then knew I wasn’t the only one. Not that it would’ve mattered. "Come on, boy," Coach said, grinning, looking me over. I had the look now. Strapped up, hole ready for more. “Next phase starts now.” He didn’t wait. Grabbed the keys. Headed for the garage. I followed. Jockstrap clung to me, sweat cooling, muscles tight. He opened the car door, waited. I climbed in. Skin bare to the seat. The leather stuck to me. Warm. Slick. Coach got in without a word. Just started the car. We didn’t talk on the drive. His hand played with my plug. Windows were tinted. No one could see. But felt exposed anyway like he wanted me that way. We pulled up to a brick building with no sign out front. No windows. Just a steel door and a keypad. Coach punched in the code. Didn’t look at me. Just said, “My DNA is taking over. You know that, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Just walked in, expected me to follow. I did. Inside, it was dark. Not pitch black but dim. The air was thick, warm. Smelled like iron. Sweat. The floor was concrete. Scuffed and stained. Walls bare except for hooks and straps. Just racks, bars, chains, and a couple beat up benches. Everything stripped down to basics. He told me to hit a set. Get pumped. I was already shredded. Dehydrated. Been with him long enough it showed. Skin tight over muscle, everything cut and sharp. I knew what the pump would do. Fill me out. Make every line pop. Every vein rise. I’d look unreal. I stepped up, grabbed the bar. Felt the cold steel press into my palms. My body was ready, still wired. I gave him everything. Didn’t hold back. Every rep I gave clean, every breath sharp. Muscles flared, veins high, like my skin couldn’t hold it all. Wanted him to see it. How far I’d go for him. No hesitation. No limit. If he asked for more, I’d give it. If he pushed, I’d take every bit. I wanted him to know I was his. Suddenly, the door opened on the other side of the room. Coach was beside me by the time it swung wide. I turned. Saw the smile on his face. Big. Proud. He stepped forward, raised his voice. “Guys, gather round,” he called out. They came in quick. Young jocks first, bodies pumped. All strapped. Some my age, some pushing 30. Then others came in. Not like the young ones. These had muscle settled in. Mid-thirties, forties maybe. Then came the older ones. Thick pecs, heavy arms, backs wide. Built like Coach. These guys looked me over without saying much, didn’t need to prove anything. Already had. These two wore gym clothes or just a jockstrap. A few were naked, stood easy. Coach squeezed my shoulder. “This is Ben. My new boy. Been loading him up since Friday.” A couple nodded. One of the older guys let out a low whistle. I stood there. Pecs out. Body pumped. Jock full. Heat in the room was thicker now. Eyes were on me. Could feel it. Coach stood next to me. In control. I stayed there. Didn’t hide anything. Didn’t want to. I’d done enough of that. One of the younger ones came up. He had size. Shoulders thick, arms pumped, pecs solid. Trained hard, no doubt. Skin smooth, hairless, like he’d shaved that morning. He clocked me fast. Eyes narrowed. Saw the difference. Saw I was bigger, fuller, sharper. But didn’t blink. Held onto his one edge. I still had hair. Was natural. He circled slow. Eyes dragging across my pecs. My arms, my legs, my ass. His jaw tightened. Not angry. Just trying to hide the envy. Saw it anyway. “So, you’re the new one,” he said, voice tense. “Coach said he was playing the long game. Waiting for the one.” I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Let him take it in. My body spoke for itself. He reached out, fingers brushed my bicep. Not rough, not soft, just enough to feel the size. “Damn,” he muttered, admitting it. “He really built you right.” Coach watched from the side. Arms crossed. Said nothing. Let it play out. I saw the shift in the boy’s eyes now. Less challenge, more want. Wasn’t just sizing me up anymore. I held his stare, steady and open. Body still warm from the set. Skin flushed. Pecs rising slow. He was close now. Hands on my shoulders. I didn’t pull away. Leaned in just enough to let him know I felt it too. My hands moved to his waist. Pressed my fingers into the cut lines of his hips. “Not bad yourself,” I offered up, letting my touch say more. “Poz, yeah?” He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me. Eyes steady. Lips parted. He moved closer. Nodded. “Why else would I be here,” he smirked. Coach stepped forward, eyes on both of us. Didn’t speak right away. Just looked. Took in the shift between us. His hand cupped my ass. “Greg’s one of mine. My last one. Graduated just before your freshman year. Gonna breed you. Pass the torch. Pass on my DNA.” You could see it in his face. Coach was proud of this one. Didn’t need to say it. The way he watched us said enough. Watched us feel each other like we couldn’t help it. We were both his work. We stood there together. Built right. Built to be seen. Built to be wanted. And we knew it. Guys were watching. Didn’t care they were. We kept touching. Let our hands explore. We were showing off. You could feel the tension rising. Guys were getting worked up. Waited to see what we’d do. “Good,” Coach said, stepping back. “Get to it, boys.” Greg leaned in. His mouth brushed mine. I kissed him back. Let it build. His hand gripped my pecs. Mine stayed on his waist. Both breathing harder now. Bodies close. Cocks getting harder. He tasted like sweat, salt. Mixed with clouds. His bulge pressed into mine. I pulled him tighter. Felt the way he fit against me. His hand moved to my hole. Felt the plug. Greg broke the kiss. Lips parted. Eyes dark, dilated. “How many you take?” he asked, pulling at it. “Got a 4-day load waiting for you.” I didn’t answer. Was a blur. I’d lost count. Just kissed him again. Slower this time. His hand gripped the plug. Pulled it out. I moaned. Kissed him deeper. “Fucker,” he growled, finger sliding in my hole. Not fast. Not soft. “Your hole was made for it.” He didn’t rush. Just let me feel him. I groaned. Begged him to breed me. He stepped back, nodding. Stood there. Showed me what he had to offer. Thighs solid, hips locked, cock stretched the pouch. “I was Coach’s last. Means I’m the one who breeds you next,” he grunted, dropping his jockstrap. “That’s how it works.” He grabbed me. Led me to one of the benches. Set me where he wanted me. On my back. On the edge. Legs spread. Hole ready. He stepped up. Cock hard, leaking toxic precum. There it was. Biohazard tattoo on top of the shaft. Didn’t have to hide it. No need. Was what he was bred for. That’s when Coach stepped in. Grabbed my wrist. Tied it to the stand. I didn’t know what was happening. Didn’t really care. Was gonna get Greg’s load. Coach did the other. Straps were snug, not tight. Just enough to hold me there. Greg stayed close, watched. Breathing slow. His hand slid up my thighs. Fingers circled the edge of my hole. Coach didn’t speak. Just wrapped a strap around my bicep. “Best part comes next,” Greg told me, almost growling. “Coach told me he’d do it tonight.” I figured it would happen at some point. Wasn’t stupid. Been high for days now. Just nodded, “Fucking do it. I want it.” I felt the prick. Held my breath. Saw the barrel fill up with blood. “Here it goes,” Coach grunted, pushing in the slam. It hit me, fast. Chest locked up. Heart kicked up fast, pounded in my chest. Throat went raw, scratchy. Everything got hazy. Thoughts scattered. But it felt good. Way too good. Was fully in it, no second thoughts. It had me. “Oh fuck,” I kept saying. Couldn’t stop myself. Just kept coming out. I tugged at the straps, not trying to get loose. Just needing something to hold onto. Greg rammed into me. Making sure to go deep. “You’re gone,” he laughed, holding his leaking cock. “Completely gone.” “Yeah, fucking give it to me. More,” I begged, not thinking about anything else but the load in his balls. He stepped up. The Tina had me open. Felt his cock at my hole. He grabbed at my pouch. Shoved it in. I lost it. Knew Coach wanted this. Planned it. Greg’s hands moved up my abs. Grabbed my nips. Tugged and pinched. My moans grew louder. He was completely in. Felt his cock press on my prostate. My cock jumped. “Aw fuck!” I whimpered. Then the breeding started. His cock pulled out. Deep growl came out of him. He punched back in. Hard. Fucked me like an animal. Made sure his cock landed solid. Like he wanted me to feel it for days. To never forget it. I bucked forward, breath caught. Cock hit me every time. Made me leak. Soaked my pouch. Coach scooped it up. Put his slimed finger to my lips. “Let him take you there,” Coach grunted, feeding it to me. My eyes rolled back. Tongue out. Accepted where I was going. I’d just be a hole now. Hole for any poz cock Coach chose. I gripped the cock. Greg’s thrusts slowed. Stretched out. “Fucking tight, bro,” he moaned. He kept it up. Pounded me. He was getting close. Started growling. Told him to give it to me. Felt him stiffen and pulse. Shake. “Goddamn fuck. Can’t hold back,” he grunted, spewing his poz load in me. I wrapped my legs around him. Held him tight. Wanted every drop. His was the only the second cock to do it. Knew it wouldn’t be the last tonight. Coach stood there, watched. Cock at attention. The guys went crazy. Greg pulled out. Went to Coach, dropped. Took the scorpion in his mouth. “So I know those of you who don’t have my DNA want to experience my new musclejock. But tonight, this hole’s only for those who have it. No one else until it’s done,” Coach announced, stroking Greg’s face. There, Coach made it public. I was his. Muscle built for his DNA. To take it. Incubate it. And after what just happened, I knew I’d pass it on. Just like Greg. Just like some of the others lining up. There had to be. Again, not stupid. A round of groans and cheers filled the room. Then Coach grabbed Greg. Shoved him down. Started ramming his cock down Greg’s hole. Greg just stayed there. Didn’t have a problem taking it. Been taking it for years. I got jealous. Wanted the load. Begged Coach for it. He just kept it up. Gripped Greg harder. Fucking slowed but grew more intense. I knew what was coming. A poz load. For him. Not me. I begged harder. “Don’t worry, boy,” Coach grunted. “I’ll be fucking that hole of yours. This here’s a reward for this one. He’s been waiting a long time.” Greg just looked at me. Cock greased from my fuck. Eyes steady the whole time. Showed me he still mattered to Coach. Then Coach pulled out. Scorpion showing. Its tail ready to strike. “Fucking did good, boy!” Coach yelled, shoving it back in. “Here it is!” The guys went wild. Hollered. Clapped. Some had already started with each other. They were fucking, sucking. Couldn’t help it. Others begged for a chance with me. “I know, I know,” he laughed, eyes scanning the crowd. “But give it time. When it’s official, he’ll be back, begging for any poz cock. Until then, Greg’s here. Use him. Play amongst yourselves.” Then another guy walked up. Older. Shorts and a tight polo. Not as old as Coach. More like 40s. Coach didn’t wait. Pushed Greg to the side. Went to new guy. They kissed, hard. Coach’s hand gripped the back of his neck, held him there. Rough. It was possession. Coach owned him. Made sure I saw it. Greg watched, jaw tight, eyes low. He knew what it meant. Then he got up. Anger in his eyes. Closed the space between us. “Not done with you yet, fucker. Face up,” Greg growled, refusing to be left out. I did what he said. Slimed cock now at my lips. “Take it.” He gobbed a wad on it. I opened up. Took it in. Started cleaning. Tasted my hole like Coach taught me. Coach ignored him. Didn't want to deal with it. Just kept on kissing. Coach finally broke it. Kept his hand on new guy. “Pete,” Coach said. Just said it like he was stating a fact. “My first. He coaches at a top prep school on the East Coast.” Coach looked at me, letting it land. His pride sat heavy. Letting me know I was part of something bigger. Pete moved between my thighs. Looked at me, eyes steady, mouth still wet. Coach’s hand stayed on his neck, fingers curled. Pete shifted, just enough to show he was ready. Waited for the signal. Coach gave it. “Fucking sloppy hole,” Pete growled, fingering it. Wiped up part of the dripping load. Tasted it. “Shit yeah.” He spread me open. Wanted to see how much I could take. Then gave me a wicked smile, “He wanted me here for a reason. You’ll see why.” Pete unzipped his shorts. Didn’t bother to drop them. His cock was fucking huge! Solid, surrounded by pubes. Wide Jacob’s ladder ran down under the shaft. Tatted. Scorpion holding biohazard in its claws on top. He hadn’t been a boy in a long time. Was one of Coach’s studs now. I lifted my hips, Greg still in my mouth. Coach nodded, slow. Like I’d passed another test. I wanted it. Wanted to feel it shred my hole. Pete rammed into me. Didn’t bother to warn me. Pain made me scream. Loud. Coach watched, eyes sharp, jaw set. He was letting it all happen. But it was still his scene. His rules. “Fucking breed me,” I yelled out between the hurt. Then went back to Greg. Sucked him. Tried to take my mind off the pain. But it didn’t last. The slam had completely taken over. Made my hole ache in a good way. Let Pete know it was good. “FUCK!” Pete grunted, jabbing the ladder in. “Fucking better than any of the others.” Greg heard that. Flinched. Then grabbed my head. Shoved in, hard. It was personal now. I felt it. Piss spewed out, filled my mouth. I could taste it. Salty. Sharp. It lit something in me. Hot. Raw. Fuck it tasted good! Should’ve spit it out but didn’t. Swallowed. I was into it. Greg saw. His face shifted. No more anger. Something else. Like respect. He saw it now. Knew I deserved my spot in all this. He bent down, kissed me. We swapped piss. Then he gave me more. Pete watched. Impressed. Rammed my hole, harder. It dripped. Blood-tinged cum ran out on the concrete floor. Sametime, piss out my mouth. I begged for more. To fuck me harder. Give another load. More of Coach’s DNA. More piss. “Gonna fuck the shit out of ya, boy,” Pete growled, sweat pouring off him. The guys were into it. “Fucking musclejock! Take it! I want that hole!” they shouted. Filled the room with it. Pete kept at it. Rammed his cock in me. Was a fucking jackhammer. This was why he was here. Coach didn’t say a word. Just held himself back. Ready to stop it, if it got out of hand. I let Coach know I didn’t want it to stop. I pushed back. Fucked myself on Pete. Guys came closer. Circled us. Some stroked. Then Pete stiffened. “Shit!” he barked. Repeated it until he shot his load in my wrecked hole. Pete looked down at me, surprised how far he’d gone. That I just took it. No problem. He took a deep breath. Pulled out slowly. “Goddamn,” he panted, looking at Coach. “Not gonna lie. This is the one. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. Get him into the Ivy close by. Have him there on my squad until he’s ready.” Coach only smiled. Pointed to another guy. Told him he was next. After that, I took more. Only thinking about loads. Coach kept me spun. Just enough to keep me going. Not enough to forget what was happening. Said he wanted me to remember it. Every fuck. Every load. At some point, Coach told me I’d had enough. His voice was final. No room to argue. Told him I wanted more. He knew that. That was the point. Coach plugged me. Then reached down, gripped my arm, helped me up. His touch was firm. Steady. I leaned into him, legs still shaky. He didn’t say anything. Just kept walking me to the exit. Like this was part of it. Like I was supposed to be seen. Said we were going home. I needed to rest up. It’d been a long week. Along the way, the guys stood back smiling. Some nodded. Some watched. Like they’d been through it themselves. Coach drove us home, quiet. One hand on the wheel, other resting on my thigh. He led me in, didn’t say much. The place was warm. He took off my jock. First time since I got there, naked. Nothing on. Totally exposed. He could see what shape I was in. Smiled. Took me to shower. Got in with me. Scrubbed me down, carefully. Dried and wrapped me in a towel, then helped me into bed. No pressure to take another load. Sheets were soft. Room still. He pulled the blanket over me, brushed my hair back. Stayed there a moment. Long enough for me to feel it. Then I slept. Felt like forever. I woke up slow. Sheets warm. Muscles sore in a good way. Coach’d been in the kitchen. Been up for hours. He heard me. Came in. Handed me juice. “You need to head out soon,” he said, checking my hole. “Parents’ll be back tomorrow.” I nodded, rubbed my face, tried to wake up. He tossed the jockstrap on the bed. The one I wore the whole time. “Leave the underwear,” he told me. “From now on, it’s jockstraps. You’re a musclejock now.” I looked at it in my hand. Was wet with a fresh load. Coach stood there, arms crossed. Waiting to see what I’d do. I nodded once, slow. It made sense. No more hiding. Just muscle. Don’t know what came over me next. I sniffed it. Licked it. Chewed it. Wanted to taste Coach. “Fucking jockpig,” he growled, "Can’t get enough loads, can ya.” I just grunted. Got up. Put it on. Coach stood back, satisfied. I’d proved I was his now. And looked the part. I got dressed in my street clothes. Coach walked me to the door. No speech. No long look. Handed me a gym bag full of jockstraps. Turned out later some were used. From the school locker room. He knew me. “You know what’s next,” was all he said, hand on my shoulder. I nodded. Stepped out. Sun was down again. Air felt different. Like I’d left something behind and picked up something better. The next days I stood taller. Pecs out. Shoulders set. I wasn’t trying. Just felt right. People noticed. I was a musclejock now. And it showed. It hit a couple of weeks later. My body heavy. Head fogged. Couldn’t keep food down. Could barely stand. I texted Coach. Said he wanted to see me. He showed up. Didn’t even ask. “Just checking in,” he told mom at the door. Mom smiled, stepped aside. “You were always there for him when he needed you. Good to see you back in his life,” she said. “Ben’s up in his room. Second door on the right.” Coach stepped in, nodded. “He’s one of mine,” he told her. Like that explained everything. Mom just smiled. He walked up the stairs, down the hall. Leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. That half-smile already there. I groaned, sat up slow. Felt like I’d been hit by a truck. He stepped in. Shut the door. Pulled the blanket off, sat on the edge of the bed. “Fucker,” he smiled, seeing me in a jock. I’d done what he told me. He played with my hole. “It took. You’ll bounce back. When you do, I’m taking you to make it official. Things’ve changed. You’ve got purpose. You’ve got me in you.” I let that sit. Nodded, wiped my face. My hole was coming back to life. “Shit yeah. Can’t wait, Coach. Must be it.” We sat there. Talked about what happened. Talked more about the time we spent apart. We settled everything. New start. I got tired, so he left. Told me to let him know when I felt better. Coach picked me up early that morning. Nodded. Pointed to the passenger seat. We didn’t talk much on the way. The clinic was quiet. Clean. He checked me in, sat beside me. They ran the test. Told me results would take a day or two. Coach didn’t seem worried. Said he knew the results. It was obvious. Just wanted to make it official like he told me. He dropped me home after. Told me to rest. Said he’d come back when it was time. I waited a day. Checked my phone. Still nothing. Felt anxious. Couldn’t sit still. Next day Coach texted. Results were in. Be ready in ten. Didn’t even think to ask why he got notified and not me. I sat quiet on the way. Hoping it really took. Not some stupid flu. We walked in. Nurse called my name. Coach stood first. Followed him into the room. Nurse handed over the envelope. Coach took it before I could. Told nurse to leave, he’d handle it. Coach opened it slow, read the results. Handed me the paper. I scanned it fast. Exhaled. Didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. I laughed. Couldn’t help it. Felt it in my chest, in my gut. I was poz! Coach watched me, nodding slow. “It’s official,” he grinned, hugging me. “You got my DNA, boy!” I nodded back, still laughing. “I’m a fucking poz musclejock, Coach!” He laughed. Grabbed my ass. Slapped it. “Damn right you are. My place.” The drive took forever. Coach tapped the wheel like he couldn’t wait. I just wanted another load. We finally got inside. He watched me strip to my jockstrap. “Nope,” he barked, surprising me. “This one. Always this one here.” He held the jockstrap out. Crusted, stained, stench reeking from it. The one I got pozzed in. The one I wore home when I left here. Bagged it up when I got home. Added a bunch of loads to it. But couldn’t find it later. Couldn’t ask mom. Figured she’d tossed it, too embarrassed to say anything. Coach told me he saw it in my room when came over. Snuck it out. Told me not to wash it. Ever. Would remind me getting pozzed. I nodded. Dropped the one I had on. Put on the one I would wear here. The smell hit me. Been stewing in the bag. I looked up at Coach. Grinned. “Best fucking smell. Ever.” I moaned, stepping up to him. Now hard. Marking the pouch more. Coach pulled me to him. Slipped a finger in my hole. I was prepped. Did what he told me. Always ready. I stood there, pecs rising, heart thudding, grinning. Told him I missed his cock. Been thinking about it. Been craving it. Not just his load. It fucking me. I tightened up. “Yeah?” Coach growled, “Been awhile, huh?” I nodded. Kissed him. Wanted to show him how grateful I was. For the workouts. For the pozzing. I pulled off his polo. Dropped to my knees, took off his shoes and socks. Unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his pants, pulled them down. He stood there. Naked. Hair everywhere. Pecs, arms, stomach, legs. Black mixed with gray, same as his beard, same as the tight crew cut on his head. His skin was sun-worn, deep tan lines with a few rough patches. And there it was. My first cock. The one that did it. He stepped in closer. Slid his cock across my lips. I took it in. Felt the scorpion sliding over my tongue. Its stinger leaking. Fuck! It tasted even better now. Knew its venom was finally flowing through my veins. Leaking from my cock. Had the proof. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Coach groaned, “Let’s celebrate.” I moaned. Knew exactly what he meant. Coach didn’t look back. Just walked to the bedroom. I followed behind. Saw the pipe on the nightstand, waiting for me. Shit! It’d been a while. “Go on, boy. Your folks know you’ll be here all weekend,” he said, hands sliding over my pecs, flicking my nips. “Said I was gonna get you started on a new program. Ready to compete.” I felt those words land. My voice cracked. “Didn’t think you saw that in me.” He nodded. “Yeah, that was always part of the plan.” Said it like it was obvious. Like I should’ve known. I swallowed hard, pecs tight. Wanted to prove him right. Prove to him I had what it took to compete. His fingers went lower, brushed my abs. Traced down my trail. Then he slipped his hand in my pouch. Held my junk. “Next step. Hair’s gotta go. Gonna get you smooth.” Voice thick now, “Ready to poz.” “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, remembering Greg. Smooth. Slick from sweat. I looked in the mirror. Imagined me shaved. No hair, just clean skin with hard lines. Pecs shaved down, gap cut deep. Glutes, my hole, smooth. Would all hit different. Every flex would show more. Every pump beg for attention. My bush? I trimmed it. Shaved? It’d pop. Guys wouldn’t just stare. Would beg for it! I grabbed the pipe, still buzzed from the news. Coach stood behind me. Cock at my hole. I slid the stem between my lips. Lit the bowl. Drew a cloud, just as his cock went in. “Fuck!” I gasped, letting out the cloud. I pushed back. Wanted him all the way in. We stood there. Cloud wrapped around us. I passed the pipe. He told me to do all I wanted. I smiled. Kept on. Felt it start to work. Coach’s cock throbbed in me. No rush to fuck this time. Didn’t need to. It’d happened. I passed him the pipe. He took a deep hit. Pulled his cock out and pushed back in one time. Then took another hit. Smoked out the bowl. I was ready. He grabbed me. Lifted me. Threw me on the bed. “Fuck. Please.” I begged. “Yeah?” he laughed, cock buried in me. “Still begging for it? Good boy. You’re hooked." He started fucking me. Stretched me open. It’d been a while. He dug in. Hit my spot. On the way in. On the way out. That's when I felt it. My hole throbbed. “DEEPER!” I yelled. Begged. Wanted him to plow into me. “Fuck your poz musclejock!” He kept it up. Felt every inch of his shaft in me. Fucked me harder. Deeper. Sound of our sweaty bodies slapping against each other filled the room. My head fell back, eyes rolled up. Clenched down hard to keep him inside. Coach growled, sped up the fucking. His balls pulled up. He tensed. “FUCKING SHIT!” he yelled, shooting into me. “TAKE IT!” I was too into it to move. Just felt him on top of me. Felt his weight pushing in me. Then he pulled out. I stayed there, breathing heavy, body wired. Still caught in it. Still wanting more. “We’re not done,” he growled, motioning to the bag of Tina. “Got all weekend.” I blinked up at him. Smiling. “And next time you come over,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” My stomach flipped. Not fear. Not nerves. Just wanting. He didn’t explain. Just packed the pipe.

I’m a horrible uncle. My nephew had gotten into a college near where I lived and called asking to live with me. The house phone rang as master gave me another slam. A 12” dildo on a fuck machine was pumping in and out of my hole as I was strung up. All the loads I’d taken in the past day were flowing down the dildo out of my hole. As the sensation of the slam rolled through me I began begging my master. I don’t know what I was begging him for but I wanted more of everything. Master walked to get the phone. His 6’3 bulky frame was covered in a thick silver gray coat of body hair. His massive cock swung soft between his legs, his spiked Prince Albert and Jacob’s ladder glistening slightly red from our trip to the club last night. He came back in a minute later as I was trying the strech lower so the dildo could reach deeper in me. He put the phone up to my ear saying “Your nephews calling” with an evil smirk. As he held the phone to my ear with one hand he used the other to pick up a beaded sounding rod and begin pushing it down my semi hard t dick. “Hey jack” I got out trying my hardest not to moan as each thick bead of the rod popped into my urethra. “What’s up” “Hey uncle mark, I was just calling to check if I could stay at your place this year for school-“ I let out a gasp as master got the end of the sounding rod into me, and the continued pushing into my piss slit with his thick pinky. The rod going deep into me. “Are you ok uncle mark” jack said in response to my gasp “Yeah bud just got jammed something sorry go on” I responded breathily as master turned up the speed on the fucking machine and set the dildo to vibrate. “Oh ok well I was going to ask if it’s okay for me to stay with you this year for school to save money.” Master overheard jack say and gave a devious look. There was no command there but there was an understanding that if I allowed my nephew jack to stay master would be happy as he would make jack his. “Of course you can stay with me, I’ll call you back later for more details cause I’m about to finish something.” I said knowing I just sold my nephews future to my master. “Yeah your friend said he had you tied up with something, well thanks I’ll call you later, love you uncle mark.” “Love you too bud” I said as the phone call ended. “I love when you hand me new slaves mark.” Master said putting the phone down “ you’re such a good slave selling out your family to me, so you can cum.” He ripped his pinky from my dick hole, the sensation pushing me over the edge and sending the sounding rod shooting out, the beads popping through my slit adding to my spun out orgasm. A mixture of cum and piss shot from my cock straight onto master as he let me free from the chains and I collapsed forward, grabbing onto him and licking my fluids off of the biohazard tattoo above he cock.

Chapter 12: Hunger Pains, Hidden Truths Trevor and Elias’ apartment. Front room. 10:00 MST. 31-Oct-20XX “Oh my god… for the last time, use a goddamn fork, Toby,” Trevor said with irritation, handing one to Tex. “Didn’t your mother teach you to not eat with your hands?” “Sure, right after your dad taught me how to scratch myself.” Tex ignored the fork, and continued picking up bits of scrambled egg with his fingers and guiding the pieces toward his mouth. Trevor gave him up for a lost cause, and loudly let the fork clang on the coffee table. Elias came in at just that moment, and hearing it drop, covered his ears with his hands. The clanging cutlery and the sounds of his husband and brother-in-law bickering like teenagers gave him a massive headache as if he'd been out drinking all night. “Guys! Please! I can hear you in the next room,” Elias complained. “Keep it to a dull roar.” “There’s still some bacon left in the kitchen, babe. Help yourself. That is, if Toby hasn’t eaten it all like the barnyard animal he is.” Two seconds later, a dry corner of toast and crust came flying at his face, thrown by Tex. “Is this all the food you cooked?” Tex asked. Trevor shot him a dirty look. “If you can’t keep it on your plate and off my floor, you obviously have had enough to eat.” “All right, guys, I’m serious!” Elias nearly shouted. “Give it a rest.” Both brothers stopped and stared at Elias, surprised at the sudden outburst. “Um… Look who’s feeling better!” Tex opened his mouth and showed Elias some bits of chewed-up egg on his tongue. Elias let out an exasperated sigh, and walked into the kitchen, before muttering, “Why am I even friends with you?” He found a few strips of stiff, cold bacon drying on a small stack of paper towels atop a small plate. Taking it all, he put it on a separate plate and walked it over to the stove, adding the remainder of the cooling scramble to the plate. Looking around, he found the thing he wanted more than food. Trevor had set out Elias’s favorite mug right in front of the coffee machine. Elias poured a healthy amount into the mug, added three slices of toasted bread to the plate, and returned to the front room with his breakfast. As he returned, he noticed the television was on, and a commercial for a feminine product was showing, thankfully at a low volume. It was Trevor’s habit to turn on the local morning news, but never really watch it. Elias tried to break him of the routine, but without success. The bantering between the twins had quieted, and Elias was appreciative of the lull in their brotherly battle. Elias sat in his usual spot on the couch, and placed his plate on the coffee table. Taking a grateful swig of the coffee, he found it tasted better than anything right now. The caffeine rushed through him, sharpening his focus. “Got your coffee, sweetie?” Trevor said, flopping down beside Elias and leaning against him. “Yeah, I need this now, especially after last night,” Elias said with relief. “We had quite the adventure,” Tex said cautiously. “But, um… I don’t think we ought to share the details with civilians…?” He gave Elias a pointed, raised-eyebrow look, a familiar signal to keep military actions confidential. Trevor raised both his hands. “Yeah, yeah… I know the drill, guys. I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to have to deny anything. That’s between you.” Then he planted a quick kiss on Elias’s cheek. “Still love ya, babe.” “Love you, too,” Elias said with a mouthful of eggs. Turning to Tex, Trevor sarcastically said, “So gross. Married a real romantic, didn’t I. Am I the only one with any manners here?” Elias and Tex didn’t answer, but continued eating. The news program came back on. “Continuing with the top stories of the morning, we’re back with breaking news out of the Sterling Heights area,” a cheerful woman began. “We take you live now to the Helixion Genetics campus, where a press briefing is ongoing.” At the sound of ‘Helixion Genetics’, Elias damn near choked on his coffee. Tex rushed forward and grabbed the TV remote, and turned the volume up. He and Elias exchanged worried glances, but said nothing. Trevor looked at his brother with slight concern at the sudden movements. On screen was a rather nervous-looking man in an ill-fitting suit, standing next to and occasionally glancing at a much larger man. He repeatedly tugged at his tie as though the offending piece of clothing was choking him. The other man had an almost military air about him, his face flat and unyielding as he looked out at the small group of reporters. Elias would bet almost anything it was likely General Krell. “... a lab animal escaped from the facility last night, and was struck by a passing motorist,” the Helixion representative said in an even voice. “There is no cause for alarm, the animal has been recaptured, and the site has been quarantined for observation. We will do everything we can to keep the public safe, but access to the facility is restricted, and no one without authorization should approach the site.” Tex silently mouthed, “A lab animal?” to Elias, who didn't reply verbally but only looked at his plate as memories of the smilers danced across his vision. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach. “General! General Krell, Amanda Preston, KZRM News 9. Can you confirm if the animal poses any risk to the general public? Witnesses state that it appeared to be infected.” The camera panned first to a smartly dressed brown-haired woman, holding out a large microphone towards the General, before it panned back to General Krell, zooming in slightly. “There is absolutely no cause for concern,” the General said, smiling intensely and giving a stern look to the man next to him before continuing. “The animal in question was recovered and all testing is being performed. We can confirm, however, that all testing has so far shown negative and no testing occurs at the facility that can harm humans in any way. Any other questions?” Another reporter stepped forward, wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants. “Mike Pollimero, KTVK News 48. Sir, how did the animal even escape?” The General looked slightly perturbed before clearing his throat. “A careless employee accidentally left a door open earlier this morning and it escaped from a secure area in one of our labs. Thankfully, nobody was injured in the process. An internal audit will be performed and we will be happy to share the results with everyone once we have them. We have a lot to do, so I think we will have to cut this briefing short. Thank you everyone.” The news anchor reappeared at her desk, her face devoid of emotion, and resumed speaking. “We’ll return to this story as more details come in. Drivers on I-276 are advised to use alternate routes and avoid the surrounding area. We now go to Jim, over in the weather center for the 10 day forecast, Jim?” Trevor pointed at the screen. “Ah... That’s why it took me so long to get home. Traffic was a real mess. I guess now we know why.” Elias continued chewing, never taking his eyes off the plate, trying to come up with an explanation he didn’t really need. Tex was silently transfixed on the screen, flipping through several channels in search of more information, before finally stopping on a small news blurb about the lab. “- lead geneticist, Dr. Clark Grant’s lawsuit with the employer. Comments from Dr. Grant and Helixion about the continuing lawsuit weren’t answered at the time of writing the story.” “I know that guy! Clark! Sweetest guy ever.” He turned to Elias, who still hadn’t looked up. “Remember? We went to that funeral a few months back? I was his husband’s Infectious Disease doctor. So awful what happened.” Elias swallowed hard before speaking. “I don’t… wait… I remember.” Then a flash of recognition. “Oh… Shit! You remember that guy that showed up wasted, and they had to cart him out? He damn near ruined the whole ceremony with his—oh god—" Elias shuddered hard as the connection, which had eluded him less than a day ago, finally clicked: "Jack. The CEO’s son, Jack.” Tex turned his head slightly, his mouth forming an O shape. “You don’t mean… No way…” “What?” Trevor asked. “What about Jack Blaine? I mean… I’ve heard things, but…” Tex considered what he was about to say. Elias closed his eyes, and softly sighed. “I should have known. I should have known it was him.” “What is it?” Trevor asked with alarm. “We…” Tex began but trailed off before he could continue, unsure whether he should discuss this with non-military personnel. “Okay, but swear on our mother’s life that you won’t repeat this!” Trevor nodded, silently acquiescing. “We ran into Jack last night. At Helixion.” “What do you mean you ran into him at Helixion? You guys were on a mission last night, weren’t you?” Trevor asked, a confused look on his face. Elias reopened his eyes, and turned them toward Tex. After a deep breath, he slowly said, “I think we better tell him everything.” —----- Trevor was quiet for a long time after Elias and Tex told him the whole story. He rose without a word, and went to the window, just staring out. Then he turned around suddenly and faced them both. “I swear, I really want to beat the stupid out of you both. You’re both lucky you weren’t killed,” he finally said. “And Jack just took off?” “Yep. Ran right toward the smilers,” Tex said flatly. “And then right past them, too.” “That’s when we lost Commander Briggs,” Elias said darkly. “He put a dart in one of them, but it just bounced off, like the creature was made of stone. Then it flung him across the room. We got the door open, and the fucker scratched my arm. Hurt like a bitch.” “He ordered us to go, so we did. We got it closed again, and made a run for it. I twisted my ankle on the way out. Had to hobble for a while and take a cab to get back here,” Tex concluded. “Which reminds me…” He took out his mobile phone, and began a quick search for the cab company. “I owe that driver a tip for last night.” “The thing that surprises me is that they’re trying to cover this all up. I know Clark, he’d be the first to blow a whistle on all this,” Trevor said, shaking his head. “I mean, he’s like a damn saint. You should have seen him with his boyfriend at the end.” Elias didn’t feel any better after sharing this wild tale with his husband. He looked at Tex with worry. “So what are we going to do?” Trevor closed the distance between them. “I have an idea. Toby, see if you can get into the mainframe of your operation. They don’t know you weren’t there, so if you,” pointing at Elias, “log in and mark him down as absent for some medical reason. If I remember correctly, the same company that makes our EHR makes your operations software. So, you should be able to backdate it so no one else knows. Meanwhile, Elias, let me look at the scratch. And don’t you dare be a baby about it.” Elias quickly sat down. He knew that when Trevor gave an order regarding something medical, he was quite serious about compliance and didn’t need the same shit he gets from other adult patients. The fact he was using his first name without any emotion further drove the point home. Elias rolled up his shirt sleeve, knowing full well that Trevor would find only a healed scar. Tex went out of the room to give them privacy and to properly compensate the taxi driver. Trevor came in close to inspect the scratch. He said nothing while he looked over the entire arm, puzzled. “I can’t find it. All I see is this thin white strip you didn’t have before. You’re sure it was this arm?” “Positive,” Elias answered confidently. “Look at my torn jacket. It’s definitely this arm.” Trevor didn’t believe him. “Hmm. I mean, it must have been a glancing blow.” He pulled the shirt sleeve back down. “But I don’t see anything to treat here.” Then he looked into Elias’s face before giving a slightly relieved smile. “Looks like you’ve been working out, too. Remind me to frisk you later.” “You got it, babe,” Elias answered quietly, quietly sniffing the air. He then noticed that Trevor smelled different, but he couldn’t quite understand the change in scent. I should be smelling only his body wash, not antiseptic and hospital. Odd. Tex reentered, and closed his phone. “Cabbie’s all paid. Now let’s get into that database.” Trevor stood and picked up the laptop in both hands, and walked it over to the dining room table. Pulling out a chair, Tex seated himself, and Elias next to him while Trevor stood looking over his shoulder. While it booted up, Elias went into the kitchen for another mug of coffee and to return his plate to the sink. At the splash page for the military website, Tex exchanged a glance with Elias, and then turned to Trevor. “I know you’re helping us, but… this is classified stuff. You know I can’t let you see this.” Trevor stood to his full height, unoffended, and walked away from the table without a word. Tex returned to the computer, and began typing in passcodes and clearances. After a minute, Tex said, “You can come back now, little bro.” Trevor returned to the table as if nothing happened. Elias could swear he was hearing the heartbeat of his lover, and found he could not take his eyes off him. The stare was more of a desire to mate than one of pure love. In his mind, he was undressing Trevor while Tex’s back was turned, eager to show him a few new tricks. He was snapped back to the moment when Tex repeated, “Eli, you’ll have to log in here. If I do it, the system will record my virtual entry.” Elias nodded twice, and took the laptop from Tex. After a few keystrokes, he was in. Scanning the ledger for the Black Sigma roster, Elias quickly found what was wanted. “All right, here’s the list of assigned soldiers for last night’s mission. Scroll, scroll, scroll… And here you are. I’ll just mark that as absent for medical reasons… backdate it for three days ago… And… presto! All done.” He turned to Tex triumphantly. “You were never there, my friend.” Tex chucked darkly, the laugh not reaching his face. “I wish it were that easy to erase the memory of it.” Elias returned to the screen. “I know what you mean.” Looking to dispel the gloomy mood, Trevor continued outlining his plan. “Okay, now reassign him to the DARPA crew.” With a few clicks and keystrokes, Elias completed this task. “I’m thinking that, while you’re there, you can find out what’s going on, what they were doing in Helixion, and whether your comrades are still alive. Having an inside man will give us an edge, help us figure out what we’re dealing with, and whether there’s any danger to the outside world.” Tex nodded, saying nothing. And he just came up with this in a flash. Way to go, bro. “While we’ve got it turned on, let’s look at the Helixion website. See if I can get a clearer picture of the scene.” Elias typed hurriedly, and after a minute or two, the Helixion website displayed on the laptop. “Let’s have a look at the personnel of the facility. Maybe we’ll recognize some faces.” Before long, the three of them were reading the professional biography of Dr. Clark Grant. But all the other employees - at least the higher-up employees - had pictures and awkwardly smiling pictures. They all looked so corporate. Dr. Grant’s was the only one missing; in fact, it looked like it had been removed forcibly. In its place, a solid black bar reading ‘pending internal review’ was in its place. —------ Hours later… “OK, let’s review the plan: Toby will return to the lab, and be reassigned to the quarantine crew. I’ll do what I can with the information. Text me on the burner phone you’ll be getting when you can.” “Got it.” “And Elias, I think it would be a good idea to go see Dr. Grant. I know where he lives, and I’ll write his address down for you. It’s not too far from my work if memory serves me right. He might be able or willing to fill in the blanks for you.” Trevor stifled a yawn. “There is more going on than you were told, without a doubt. And if he has any answers, he’ll definitely be willing to help us. They cannot get away with it.” “They won’t,” Elias agreed. “And besides, we still have to rescue Zero.” Upon saying this, his mind suddenly connected to an external source. He could account for each of his missing teammates except for Zero. All of them were taken by the smilers, and he knew each one was fine. Changed, but still alive. Shit. Zero. They must have killed him. His eyes began to tear up at the thought of his comrade sacrificing himself to ensure Elias and Tex escaping, and he turned away. Trevor put a consoling hand on Elias’s shoulder, saying nothing. Tex let out a loud breath. “Whew. All right, it’s a good plan. Let’s get to it!” Tex stood from the chair, and collected what personal items were around the front room. Elias tried to take a few quiet calming breaths, and noticed he was getting hard again while Trevor soothed him by rubbing his shoulders. “Toby, take it easy on that ankle,” Trevor cautioned. “I’ll call you if I need anything,” Tex said. “Thanks, guys. Be safe.” Tex went out the door quickly. “Hey! Can you at least pick up your dishes?” Trevor called after him. —----------- Trevor wrote an address on the notepad, and tore it off loudly, its sharpness harsh on Elias’s ears. He handed it to Elias, saying, “Here you go. That’s his name, address, and phone number. Take my car, and keep a low profile otherwise.” Elias pocketed the paper, and then suddenly planted a hard wet kiss on Trevor, who reacted with surprise. “Hey! Mmm.. Hey, take it easy.” Elias pulled back a little. “Your brother is gone now, so we have the place to ourselves,” he said seductively. “How about we have a little fun before I go?” Elias grinned amorously. “Babe, as much as I love how clingy you are suddenly, I need to get a little sleep before work tonight, and you have investigating to do,” Trevor said, smiling as he looked Elias in the face. Trevor started to pull away from Elias to go to the bedroom, but Elias wouldn’t let go of his hand. His grip was stronger than Trevor remembered, and found himself a little flummoxed when he couldn’t move beyond an arm’s length. “What, baby? What is it?” he enquired with curiosity. Do it. If he wants answers, he can get an up close and personal experience, the voice whispered. Elias paused for only a half a second, unnerved. This time, Elias didn’t fight against it. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this table.” Elias pushed Trevor down on the glass tabletop, and tried to kiss him again. “Right… Hey, hey, not here, babe. We EAT at this table,” Trevor objected. Seizing the shorts in both hands, Elias yanked them down and pinned Trevor against the table. “Damn straight we do!” He raised Trevor up on the tabletop, pushed his legs over his head, and began licking Trevor’s hole with his tongue. Although they had experimented with rimming before, Trevor wasn’t really into it, but this time it was different. “Babe, seriously, I don’t want to have to take another shower because I’m covered in crumbs from you and To….. oh god… Eli…” His eyes began to roll back in his head as a wave of dopamine rushed through him, stirring a passion and hunger long forgotten. Elias’s tongue breached the soft tissue with a frenzy he had never felt before. Eating his husband’s hole out like he hadn’t tasted him before became a ravenous, frenetic energy. Trevor moaned, and began to reconsider his aversion to the activity. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Elias had again caught a whiff of the chemical smell coming off Trevor, and he suddenly stopped and pulled back, retching. Trevor lowered his feet to the floor, curious what stopped their fun. “Okay, that’s the second time you’ve done that this morning, and I know for a fact I’m clean down there,” Trevor said with alarm. “Tell me right now. I know something is up, and you’re not acting normal. What the fuck is going on with you?” Elias rushed to the kitchen sink, and began another round of dry heaving. Between breaths, he began to say, “I’m sorry… darling… something you’re wearing is making me feel nauseous. Did you change soap or something? I…” Elias had to fight back another dry hurl, his words almost guttural as he choked up phlegm and bile. “I... keep smelling something chemical… like a hospital.” Elias finally was able to clear his throat, going over to the sink and spitting out a large glob of saliva. Trevor smelled under his arms, but got only the scent of soap and deodorant. “I don’t smell anything like a hospital.” Elias gave another heave into the sink, and then began to run the tap. “Babe, you’re scaring me. I think I need to take you to the clinic, get you looked at. I can just crash in the on-call room in the clinic.” “What about Dr. Grant?” “He can wait. He’ll still be there later. Hopefully. But YOU are my utmost priority right now.” Trevor pulled the shorts back up, and promptly went to the bedroom for his keys and wallet, as well as a clean pair of scrubs and his hospital badge. Elias pushed himself up from the sink with both hands, turned off the water, and just stared into the backsplash. He turned about, and going through the dining room, he spotted the wall mirror. He went over to it and examined himself in the reflection. “What am I doing? Who am I? What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked his reflection. He observed that his face seemed somehow foreign to him, and he leaned in for a closer look. It was then he noticed that his teeth had a different shape. It was barely noticeable, but recent dental work kept him aware of what his mouth looked like. And then he saw something entirely new. The teeth had grown longer by a fraction of an inch. Reaching up a shaking hand, he pressed the tip of his index finger, pulling back suddenly as he felt the sharpness of the point of his incisor.

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CONTINUED After a moment, the porch light came on and my uncle opened the door, unlike the previous night, he was fully clothed, but his muscled body fit his cloths perfectly. He said, “Hey, how are you. Welcome, come in.” Steve and I stepped through the door and proceeded to the couch. My uncle asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” I replied, “This is Steve, he is Jeff’s friend. The two of them spoke earlier today and we though we might stop by after work. I hope that isn’t a problem.” He replied, “Not at all, I just hope you’re not all worked out.” Slyly Steve said, “I’m just starting to get worked up.” My uncle responded, “Could I offer you two a drink?” I said, “A drink? How about a couple of drinks?” My uncle replied, “I see its in the genes.” I said, “I luv what’s in our jeans. In both of your jeans!” Next words out of my uncles mouth was, “Looks like I better make all our drinks a double. Jack fine?” I said, “Absolutely” as we followed him into the kitchen where it all began the night before. I sat in one chair while Steve, the blond muscle stud cook, leaned back in the other chair with his legs spread wide and a grin on his face. My uncle returned with the Daniels for us, we saluted each other and began to drink. As Steve took a drink with the glass in his right hand, his left hand began to slowly message his crotch. As he did, you could see a hard outline of the monster cock he wielded begin to grow. It was no wonder he was so popular at school. He knew exactly what he was doing and he had honed his craft. Uncle said, “So what you two up to?” Steve quickly replied, “No good.” Uncle replied, “Sounds good to me.” I said, “Sounds fantastic to me.” “So Steve, what do you like to do?” He replied, “I like to get my cock sucked and then jam it in a hole and work it hard.” Uncle responded, “Right to the point. So you’re a top? I’m a top too.” I thought, there goes my hole again. Still sore from the night before, I took another stiff belt of Jack Daniels. As we talked, it turned out that Steve, a player, had fucked a number of the college bros at the local university. His treasure trail was well worn. I looked over again at his crotch and with all the rubbing, he now had a wet spot in his jeans where his cock ended. I turned to him and said, “My muscles require high protein intake.” He said, “Come and get some.” I got out of my chair, knelt on the floor before him, unbuttoned his jean and discovered he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His tanned, smooth young man meat popped out and stood erect. I quickly opened wide and wrapped my tongue and lips around his shaft. The sweet taste of precum filled my senses as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his impaler. As I began to work his man tool, he removed his shirt exposing a carved smooth muscled chest with tan nipples. At the same moment, my uncle removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. The young stud looked over and saw the older stud and in that moment he recognized that he had met his future self, the ultimate Alpha males. He would arrogantly show his developed fucking skills, while at the same time, watch the older stud and learn techniques only years of experience could provide. Steve grabbed the back of my head and shoved me head down to the base of his muscle cock and began to work my throat. As he began to face fuck me, he turned an grinned at my uncle. My uncle stood up, turned and walked out of the kitchen. Steve let go of my head and I moved to lick his light blond treasure trail up to his chest. I swirled my tongue around his nipples and licked the cavern between his muscle chest. This young alpha male had earned his cockiness. He was hot, knew he was hot, and enjoyed working his sexuality. His lean chiseled wrestlers bod oozed total dominator. As I stood to remove my cloths, I turned and saw my uncle standing in the doorway, naked, not yet erect, but ready to go another round. The 31 year old stud alpha male’s presence demanded attention. He watched as I stripped and then reached for some more Daniel’s. Steve remained leaning back in the chair, his cock at full mast. My uncle motioned for us to go to the front room. I knew what that meant and my hole flexed. Steve stood up, grabbed some Daniel’s for himself, and we went to the living room. As we approached the couch, I noticed lube and poppers on the coffee table. Not hesitating, I reach for the poppers and opened the bottle. Placing my finger to one side of my nose I hot a strong sniff, knowing that I needed to relax my hole for the pounding that was about to occur. Steve reached for lube and thoroughly rubbed a generous coating on his cock and then sat on the sofa. At that moment I realized that all the teasing in the galley at work was over, I was about to get railed by the young stud. I turned and as I moved over his cock, he grabbed my hips and worked my hole down to his base. Still loose from the night before I was ready for a thrashing. His strong hands pulling my body down on his cock, and bodily strength thrusting his meat upwards caused me to gasp for air and groan. As Steve began to dominate my hole, I looked over and saw my uncle beginning to rub his monster cock. Round two was about to begin. He walked over, pulled me off Steve’s cock, turned me around and I began to clean the tool which I had ridden. As I did leaned over I felt an even larger weapon at the entrance to my hole. I knew exactly what that meant. As Steve once more grabbed by head and force his meat down my throat, I felt my uncle’s cock enter my hole and begin to drive deep. Caught between two alpha males I was not going to walk right for a week. As my uncle continued to thrust deep the slapping of his balls against my ass was a sound that got me harder and harder. I could taste Steve getting close as the pre-cum salted my lips. I swirled my tongue around his enormous cock and his force on my head grew more aggressive. As he arched back, he began to shot his load. I sucked down each drop. Pulled my head off so that I could see cum dripping of the tip and licked each protein filled drop off his shaft. I continued to suck is as he moaned. Not long after my uncle’s firm hands on my hips got tighter as he began to shoot his load deep down my guts. Thrusting back and forth I could feel his cock pumping load after load into my sloppy hole. The top alpha male was teaching the younger alpha how to properly use a man. As he pulled out I could feel my hole gaping wide as the cum dripped down my leg. I reach back with my hand to scoop up his hot load and licked my hand tasting every warm cum bit of his man juice. As lay exhausted on the coach, my uncle told Steve next up was a foursome with his friend. For this, we would go downstairs to the dungeon.

Part 4/x Peter handed both my brother and I a viagra. This was clearly going to be a session, and I knew then the big guns were coming. I love being a bottom shut, and never need viagra for that. But if we all wanted to fuck, and for Peter and I to poz my brother, we'll need a little help. When my brother's cock was cumming in me, Peter was busy prepping some pins. We were getting to the great stuff now. Peter tells James to get on the sofa and sit up. He puts a tourniquet on his arm and finds a vein straight away - and expert slammer and good at hydrating! I see the flash and slowly Peter pushing the T into James' arm. James is watching, not sure what to expect. Peter takes the pin out and I unclip the strap. Almost instantly I see James' eyes go wide and he coughs. And choughs again. We get him to hold his arm up and press over the pin hole. James starts riding the sofa rubbing his hands over his body, playing with his cock that starts to get hard again; it's only been 15 minutes since he came! His hands move down to his hole, bringing his legs up. 'Not long, you'll be getting fucked again' Peter tells James. Both Peter and I pick up our own pin and slammed ourselves. We've both done this plenty of times. I get my flash and wait for Peter to get his. And we slowly push the fun juice in. Take it out and unstrap at the same time. Our rush almost instantaneous, I cough twice, Peter once. We give an mischievous grin to each other and move to James. Both going to kiss him, our hands sharing his cock and hole, getting James more and more horned up. Peter kneels on the floor and pulls James towards him, his arse just slightly overhanging. His latest arse playing, plus being fucked only half an hour ago, and James was ready to take Peter's cock inside me. Take his poison load and being a tighter family. Peter slides his cock in, now waiting for James to adjust. I'm watching, mesmerised. Seeing my brother taking cock, having fantasised about it for years. Peter tells James 'you're going to take my poz load, you want it, do they you' 'yes' James mumbles, high as fuck, but wanting nothing else. I'm rock hard, waiting g for whe. It's my turn. There's some poppers on the side. I grab them, open the bottles and share the. With Peter and my brother. Peter's fucking is getting faster, swest dripping down both of them. I'm kissing James and playing with his nipples. James is begging to he fucked, harder, faster he's calling out, speech only slightly slurred from all the chem. Peter shouts out he's gonna cum, 'I'm gonna shoot my poiso in your arse, you want my poz load?' 'Fuck me' James replies. Peter shudders and I'm watching my brother getting pozzed.

As James was cumming, he was holding on to my thighs, pulling me down on his dick as much as possible, getting his last neg cum load as deep inside me as possible. It may be a neg load, but a loads a load and I'll enjoy it in me! Once he's finished cumming, I lean forward, kiss him as I hear his cock 'pop' out of me. In the moment, I'd almost forgot my cousin Peter was in the room. He comes over to me with a freshly filled pipe, lights up and hands it to me. I passed the pipe straight to my brother. Can't have him sobering up too much. I let my brother James take plenty of hits, and watch him give blowbacks to Peter. Peter blows a few back to me; nothing wrong with 3rd party T! I remember the time fucking around with Peter and knowing he had a great hole. He didnt get to be poz by being a top only. My hand was stroking this back down to his arse cracked. I moved around and pushed Peters cheeks apart and got my lounge in his hole. I've never known him to have a completely tight hole, and tonight is no exception. Hes swesty and he's got a beautiful sweet musk. I'm going for a couple minutes then notice Peter and my brother stand up. James says he needs a piss. I tell him to hang on a moment, take the pipe from Peter, and take 3 deep tokes, sharing the blow backs with both James and Peter. After James has stood up, I take his limo cock in my mouth. James has a fat cock, even when soft. Peter encourages him to piss now, go in my mouth. It takes a few moments, but eventually I taste his hot chem piss; he's pissing quickly and I'm not sure I can swallow quickly enough when Peter gets on his knees and takes James' cock and puss from me. Peter finished swallowing all of James' piss, when he stood and said 'my turn'. He presses on James' shoulder onto his knees. Taking the lead, I get Peter's cock in my mouth just in time for him to start pissing. His piss a little sweeter, I swelling it all. But Peter stops mid flow and goes 'your turn' to James. Mouth open, Peter takes his cock out of my mouth and puts it in James'. Pissing almost immediately, James instinctively closes his mouth. And starts to swallow. My brother is a quick learner, and that bodes well! With my cousin and brother both having clearly been cheming up for the last few hours, it didnt take long for me to start feeling all that chem piss.

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

A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here? ‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow. ‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’ I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness. ‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’ I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong. I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest. ‘What are you all dressed up for?’ ‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought. I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’ ‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past. ‘What about me.’ ‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left. The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests. ‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy. ‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’ And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’ And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel. ‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’ ‘Shh.’ We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue. ‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn. ‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’ ‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’ ‘I sure do. Come with me. Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them. The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life. ‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew. His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

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I like to have my whole well loaded by more than one top.I like to suck a guy after he breeds me, He deserves to be cleaned well.

There are all kinds of permutations of relationships, and particularly in our corner of the gay world. The mores, habits, arrangements, lusts all have to be put in their proper order, according to each guy's honestly-felt needs. The only way to achieve this - and thus a loving, satisfying relationship is to honestly talk with each other (meaning sex, or any other facet of life) - and build the relationship on that "rock" of trust. Cheating is a fickle flower - it's fun for a while, and while the bloom fades, there needs to be something concrete to offer a firm footing to the relationship, and it just ain't sex. I think each guy in an "open" relationship gets a lot from the relationship, when it's founded upon the rock of honesty. More, while relationships mature, they also often bend to accommodate new inclusions in that relationship. Sometimes, one of the partners can't handle some new arrangement, and that's a real shame, but in order for the relationship to progress, both men need to be flexible, not frozen in what was good years prior. That applies to a lot of things: mortgages, locations of where to live, and more thrilling sexual agreements. So what's the common denominator? Caring about the other guy enough to keep him apprised of what's happening in one's life - regardless of what that "thing" happens to be. Love is as precious a gift we can enjoy and celebrate in our lives, as I saw/see it, and working to achieve it doesn't mean it becomes cast-in-concrete. Lust is a wonderful human capacity, trumped (and do excuse the usage) only by real love. Point: Just be honest with people you truly care about and love. Fuck all the others (literally).

I was sucking my Asian fuckbud and he shot his load in my mouth. I started kissing him deeply swapping his load back and forth. After a while he took my dick in his mouth, coated it with the cuM and spit in his mouth and then sat on my dick and rode me till I shot.

I start playing clean. Squeaky clean. Because when I play, I go for hours. So my ass is clean. My body is clean. There are no smells and tastes. But I do like building it up. The natural man smell that comes from sweat and cum and piss and spit. And then somewhere along the 8 or 10 or 12 hour mark, I jump in the shower. Not only does it do me well and re-energise me, it cleans me up a little. Then I’m ready to head into the next round.

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Love to be blindfolded and then used hard

Chapter 5: The Aftermath He was true to his word. The remaining $40,000 hit my account the next morning. I sat in my bed, staring at the number on the screen, the digital proof of my debt’s demise. I should have felt elated. Victorious. I felt nothing. A hollow, numb emptiness, a void where my relief should have been. My body ached in places I’d forgotten I had. The smell of latex and poppers and him—a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely, intimately male—seemed to be baked into my skin, a phantom scent I couldn’t escape. I showered for an hour, scrubbing until my skin was raw and pink, but I couldn’t wash away the feeling of him inside me, or the memory of his final, triumphant thrust. The rationalization began almost immediately. It was a transaction. A business deal. I’d provided a service, he’d provided payment. It was over. I could move on with my life, debt-free. But it wasn’t over. A part of him was literally inside me, working its way into my bloodstream, rewriting my biological code. I was a walking, talking incubator for his consequence. The dread announced itself not in a single blow, but in a creeping, insidious wave of symptoms that my anxiety weaponized against me. On the second day, a headache bloomed behind my eyes, a dull, persistent throb I attributed to stress and lack of sleep. But by the afternoon, it had escalated into a full-blown migraine, complete with a sensitivity to light so severe I had to draw all the blinds and lie in the twilight of my bedroom. Every pulse of pain felt like a countdown, a biological alarm bell. Then came the fatigue. It wasn't just tiredness; it was a leaden weight in my bones, a gravitational pull that kept me pinned to my bed. The thought of putting on my work clothes, of smiling at customers, of performing the mundane rituals of my old life was an impossible feat. I called in sick, my voice a raspy lie on the phone. "A flu, maybe. I'll be out a few days." The third day brought a new horror: a low-grade fever that came in waves. One moment I would be shivering under a mountain of blankets, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. The next, I’d be kicking them off, my skin slick with a clammy sweat that felt tainted, unclean. I’d stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my face pale and beaded with perspiration, and see a patient zero. My throat began to feel scratchy, and every time I swallowed, a fresh jolt of panic would course through me. Is this it? Is this the seroconversion? I spent hours scouring medical websites on my phone, my trembling fingers typing symptoms, each vague match feeling like a confirmed death sentence. I avoided everyone. My phone buzzed with concerned texts from friends and a call from my mother. I let them all go to voicemail. I couldn't form a coherent sentence, couldn't fabricate a lie convincing enough to explain the sheer terror in my eyes. I was terrified I had a new sign on my forehead, an invisible biohazard symbol that everyone could see. I started compulsively checking my skin for a rash, convinced a tell-tale bloom of red would appear any moment, the physical manifestation of my shame. On this the third day, the silence was broken by a buzz that cut through the fever-haze. It was him. A week. Get tested. Send me the results!! Understand boy?!? The message was cold, a clinical quality control check. I was just a project to him, a fetish fulfilled. The numbness was suddenly replaced by a hot, sharp anger. He’d used me, degraded me, and now he wanted a lab report? I didn’t reply. Another message, an hour later. I’m not asking!! The anger curdled into something else. A dark curiosity. A twisted connection had been forged in that sterile room. He had seen a part of me no one else ever had—the desperate, willing, hungry part. He had created it. I found myself opening the browser on my phone. I didn’t go to my bank’s website. I went back to the site where it all began. I logged into my account. My old ad was still there, but now there was a new message in my inbox. The subject line made my blood run cold and my cock twitch with a traitorous interest. Re: Your Conversion - The Next Fantasy My finger hovered over the delete button. I should block him. I should take the money and run. I should never think about this again. Instead, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, I opened it. Boy, it began. The video came out even better than I hoped. You were perfect. The money was just for the status. What I’m proposing next… is for the experience. To see how far you’re willing to go. The price is higher. The fantasy is darker. You’re already mine in one way. Let me show you another.Think about it. - M I dropped the phone like it had burned me. I stared at it, lying on my cheap apartment carpet. This was the off-ramp. This was the moment to get out. I thought about the debt, now gone. I thought about the mind-numbing grind of my job, the years of financial anxiety that had just vanished in one night. But mostly, I thought about the feeling of the blindfold. The sound of his voice. The terrifying, exhilarating loss of control. The pure, animal high of being used for a singular, powerful purpose. I had sold my status to escape a cage. But the freedom I found on the other side was a different kind of prison, one with a master who knew my deepest, most shameful desires. And as I slowly, slowly reached down to pick up my phone, I knew with a dreadful, thrilling certainty that I was going to write him back. The week that followed was a slow-motion nightmare. The acute symptoms—the fever, the headache—subsided, leaving behind a profound exhaustion and a hyper-vigilance that turned my own body into a enemy. Every twinge in my muscles, every minor ache in my joints, was scrutinized and catastrophized. I became a prisoner in my own apartment, the four walls closing in on me with each passing hour. Time lost all meaning, measured only in the slow crawl toward the seventh day, the day I could get tested. The morning of the test was the quietest of my life. The clinic was sterile and hushed. The phlebotomist’s cheerful small talk sounded like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. The vial of blood she filled looked dark, like a sin made visible. The next 48 hours were an agony of waiting. I jumped every time my phone buzzed, my stomach lurching. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I just paced, or sat perfectly still, trapped in the purgatory of not-knowing. The results came via a secure email link on a Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining outside my window, a cruel mockery of the moment. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely type my password. The page loaded, slow and deliberate. There it was. My name. My date of birth. The test date. And next to HIV-1 Antibody Screen, the word REACTIVE. The world didn’t end. There was no scream. There was only a silence so complete it felt like a physical force, sucking all the air from the room. The word “Reactive” pulsed on the screen, a black hole absorbing all light, all hope, all future. A coldness seeped from my core out to my extremities, a glacial calm that was more terrifying than any panic. Positive. He was inside me. Not just his memory, not just his money. His virus. His mark was permanent. I was converted. I was his. My phone buzzed on the table beside me, vibrating against the wood. A new message. I already knew who it was. I looked from the screen with its life-shattering word to the phone with its insistent buzz. Slowly, mechanically, I picked up the phone. The results. It wasn’t a question. He knew. He knew the moment the lab did. I didn't type a reply. I didn't send the PDF the clinic provided. Instead, I simply took a screenshot of the results page, the word REACTIVE glaringly clear in the center of the image. My hand was steady now, unnervingly calm. I attached the image and hit send. The response was immediate - “Good boy. Now you’re ready. The next fantasy awaits.”

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I hope you will enjoy this story. After the first chspter i put some questions to start the next chspter with you input. This is a story about a married guy who secretly dates men when she is away. Today is friday and his wife left for a weekend with friends. He is ready get fucked by a guy. Because he is married he always does it safe, but tonight he looses the control and things happen thst he could never had imaginend. Chapter 1: "You up?" The message from an anonymous profile blinked on the screen of my phone, interrupting the quiet hum of the air conditioner. It was a typical Friday evening in my suburban haven, the kind that made my pulse quicken with anticipation. My thumb hovered over the screen as I contemplated my reply. The house was empty, save for the echo of my own breathing, a stark contrast to the usual pattern of laughter and clanking dishes that filled it when my wife was home. She was gallivanting with her friends this weekend, leaving me with a rare window of opportunity. I swiped through the sea of faces on Grindr, the app's glow illuminating my otherwise darkened living room like a beacon in the night. The chorus of my own thoughts grew louder as I scanned the profiles, searching for the right note of excitement, the perfect harmony to match the rhythm of my desires. The quiet was a cloak that allowed me to indulge in my secret life without the fear of discovery, a cloak that grew heavier with every passing second. With a deep breath, I sent a curt reply, "Yeah, what's up?" The anticipation grew as I waited for his response, the silence of the house pressing in on me like a warm, thick blanket. The chirp of a cricket outside the window seemed to be the only other soul aware of my clandestine activities. The quiet was both soothing and nerve-wracking, a silent companion to my secret desires. Browsing through the profiles, each one a potential story waiting to unfold, I felt a familiar thrill. The men on the screen were a smorgasbord of muscles, tattoos, and smoldering glances, all beckoning me into a world my wife knew nothing about. The quiet of the house was a stark reminder of the dual life I led. I was a devoted husband by day, but when she was away, the nights transformed me into something else entirely. The silence grew heavier as I read through messages, the digital whispers of men seeking companionship, or perhaps more, for a fleeting night. My eyes scanned over the pictures, my mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead. The tension grew palpable, a coil in my stomach that tightened with every swipe. It was time to prepare. I excused myself to the bathroom, the cold tiles a jolting contrast to the warmth of the rest of the house. The soft click of the lock was the only sound that accompanied me as I pulled out the anal douche from the medicine cabinet, a secret stowed away for moments like these. The water ran, filling the room with the gentle sound of rushing liquid, muffling the guilt that tried to creep into my thoughts. The ritual was as much a part of the experience as the act itself, a sacred cleansing before the impending rendezvous. The sensation of the cool water filling me up was oddly calming, a prelude to the excitement that was to come. I lay there, on the edge of the bathtub, the plastic nozzle gently inserted, the warm water flushing out any lingering traces of my mundane life. It was a ritual of transformation, washing away the dullness of my days and replacing it with a sense of readiness that made me feel alive. With every squeeze of the bulb, I felt cleaner, more open, more prepared for the night's adventure. The last few spurts of water drained away, and I took a moment to appreciate the feeling of emptiness, a canvas waiting to be filled. The quiet of the house was now punctuated by the occasional drip from the faucet, a metronome keeping time with the racing thoughts in my head. I stood, wiped off the excess water, and took a final look in the mirror, ensuring every detail was in place. The chime of my phone brought me back to reality. A new message from a profile that caught my eye. The conversation grew more heated with each exchange, the words on the screen setting my imagination alight. My hands trembled slightly as I typed a reply, the excitement of the unknown thrumming through my veins like a drug. "Come over?" I suggested, my voice barely a whisper. The silence of the house was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me as I stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, a gentle caress that seemed to wash away the stress of the week. With meticulous care, I shaved my ass and balls, each stroke of the razor a deliberate dance to the rhythm of my racing thoughts. The steam billowed around me, creating a warm cocoon as I worked, my mind a whirlwind of anticipation. The smoothness of my skin was a silent promise to the man who would soon be touching me, a declaration of my willingness to be vulnerable and open for his pleasure. The scent of my body wash filled the air, a clean and invigorating aroma that seemed to amplify my senses. My eyes traced the contours of my body in the foggy mirror, taking in the transformation that had taken place. The stubble that had once been there was now gone, replaced by the softness that men craved. I stepped out of the shower, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my freshly shaved skin. Grabbing a towel, I dried off, the fabric feeling rough against the newly exposed flesh. Dressed in nothing but a towel, I padded back to the living room, the coolness of the floor tiles against my bare feet sending a shiver down my spine. The quiet of the house was now a cocoon of anticipation, each creak and groan a reminder of the emptiness that was about to be filled. The chirp of the cricket outside grew louder, a serenade to my excitement. The TV played a muted tune in the background, the flickering images a blur as I checked my phone again. The message was simple: "I 'll be on my way and be there around 11. I want you blindfolded and on all fours." The digital clock on the microwave read 10:45 PM, a silent sentinel counting down the minutes until my world shifted once again. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bedroom, the towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud. The cool air kissed my skin as I slid into the jockstrap, the fabric clinging to me like a second skin. The act of putting it on was a declaration, a silent affirmation that the night was not just for me, but for the stranger I was about to invite into my life. The blindfold was a soft piece of velvet, one that my wife and I had used to spice up our love life. Now, it served a different purpose, a symbol of my submission, my willingness to surrender to the whims of a man whose name I didn't know. The thought of his eyes on me, watching me as I waited, was almost too much to bear. With trembling hands, I picked out the condoms and lube from the drawer, feeling the smoothness of the latex and the cool slickness of the gel. The nightstand was a treasure trove of secrets, a silent confessional of my desires. As I placed them on the coffee table, I could almost hear the echo of a silent countdown in my head, the seconds ticking away like a bomb set to detonate at midnight. The room grew darker with each step I took towards the living room, the shadows playing tricks with my senses. Finally, with the clock's digital glow reading 10:55, I made my way to the front door, the anticipation coiling tighter with each step. With a decisive click, the lock turned, and I pushed the door open, leaving it ajar. The warm summer air slipped in, a silent herald of what was to come. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked back to the bedroom, the sound of my own breathing the only company I had. The fridge hummed softly as I opened it, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building within me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers, the plastic feeling almost alive in my hand. The neon lights from the fridge cast an eerie glow on the bottle's label, a reminder of the nights spent in darkened clubs and backroom encounters. I closed the door gently, the suction a muffled roar in the quiet. The coffee table beckoned, a silent sentinel of the evening's events. With trembling hands, I placed the bottle down, the condoms and lube already laid out in a neat row like soldiers awaiting orders. The velvet blindfold lay there, a black puddle of mystery. I took a deep breath and picked it up, feeling the softness of the material against my fingertips. I got to my knees, the carpet soft and welcoming. With a quick glance at the clock, now reading 10:58, I knew I had to hurry. The blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The world around me grew muffled, the only sounds the distant hum of the fridge and the thunderous beating of my heart. I bent over, my ass high in the air, my cock already half-hard with anticipation. The coolness of the room brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My senses heightened, the poppers bottle found its way to my nose. I took a tentative sniff, the sharp, sweet scent flooding my senses, making me dizzy. The rush of blood to my head was instant, a heady sensation that sent a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. My breath hitched in my throat as the room spun, my heart racing as the chemical cocktail did its work. The anticipation grew, a wildfire consuming my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of the unknown. The sound of a car pulling up outside sent my pulse into overdrive. The engine cut out, the quiet of the night suddenly pierced by the distant echo of the door slamming shut. My heart was a wild beast in my chest, thumping against my ribs with the force of a thousand drums. The cricket outside had fallen silent, as if it too knew that something was about to happen, something that would shatter the stillness of the night. The quiet was shattered by the soft click of the front door closing, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my body. I remained on all fours, my ass high in the air, the jockstrap straps cutting into my skin, a gentle reminder of the role I was about to play. Each breath I took was a silent prayer, a plea for the night to unfold as I had hoped, a desperate wish that the man behind me would be everything I desired and more. The sound of footsteps grew louder, the quiet thud of boots on the floorboards growing closer. My senses were on high alert, my body a coiled spring ready to unravel at the slightest touch. The air grew heavy with the scent of leather and musk, the essence of masculinity that I craved. My ears strained to pick up any clue as to who this man was, what he looked like, but the blindfold was a steadfast guardian of my sight, leaving me at the mercy of my other senses. As the steps grew closer, the anticipation was almost unbearable. The floorboards creaked slightly, a ghostly whisper announcing his presence. I could feel the heat of his body, the warmth radiating towards me like a beacon, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. His hand reached out, the roughness of his fingertips brushing against the smoothness of my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was feather-light, a question in the darkness, asking for permission to continue. I nodded, my body speaking for me, giving him the answer he sought. His hand grew bolder, cupping my ass firmly, the possession in his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. The poppers bottle was in my hand once more, the scent of the room-spinning liquid calling to me. I took a deeper sniff, the rush of blood to my head heightening my senses, the world around me swirling in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. His hands moved to my nipples, pinching them lightly, the sting causing a whine to escape my lips. His voice was a gruff rumble, a sound that sent shivers through my body as he greeted me, "Hello, slut." I moaned, the words rolling off my tongue like a sweet, forbidden fruit. The power of his touch was intoxicating, the dominance in his voice a siren's call that I couldn't resist. "Do you want to get fucked?" he asked, the question a demand wrapped in velvet. My voice was a hoarse whisper, the word "yes" escaping my lips with a need that surprised even me. He chuckled, the sound sending a warm rush of pleasure through me, a dark chuckle that promised a night of unbridled passion. The sound of his belt buckle echoed through the room, the jingle of metal a symphony of desire. The rustle of fabric was like a crescendo, building to a peak of anticipation that made me squirm with need. His hand remained on my ass, the pressure a constant reminder of his presence, his possession. The scent of his arousal grew stronger, a heady perfume that filled the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of the poppers. His fingers moved with the precision of a maestro, probing my slickened entrance with an expertise that sent me spiraling. The poppers had done their job, my ass muscles relaxed and eager for the intrusion that I knew was to come. "Good boy," he murmured, the praise sending a jolt of electricity through my body, making my cock throb with need. His voice grew gruffer, the vibrations in the air a silent command that had me trembling. I took another hit of poppers as he instructed, the world around me swimming in a haze of desire. His fingers delved deeper, the sensation of fullness growing with each gentle push. He worked me slowly, meticulously, the anticipation of his cock replacing his digits almost too much to bear. The sound of the lube bottle cap opening was like the crack of a whip in the stillness, the cool gel a stark contrast to the heat building within me. The first finger slid in easily, a silent promise of what was to come. I could feel him watching me, his eyes burning into my flesh, taking in every twitch and gasp. His touch grew more demanding, a second digit joining the first, stretching me wider, the burn a sweet agony that had me panting for more. He curled them slightly, reaching for my prostate, and I couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. The third finger was a tight fit, but I welcomed it, pushing back against his hand, eager for the fullness that came with it. He worked me, the slow, deliberate movements a dance of dominance and submission. His voice grew gruffer with every stroke, his own need palpable in the air. "You're so hungry," he said, his words a grunted affirmation of what I already knew. "You're going to take me so good." The pressure grew, the stretching a delicious pain that had my toes curling into the plush carpet. His knuckles brushed against my hole, the friction of skin on skin sending sparks through my nerves. I whimpered, my body begging for more, for him to fill me completely. He took his time, the anticipation a sweet torment that had me squirming with need. "Please," I breathed, the word a desperate plea in the quiet room. He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His hand withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and needy. The rustle of fabric was the only indication of his movement, a symphony of anticipation that had me quivering. And then, the scent of him filled the air, a musky aroma that was unmistakable. His cock, half-hard and heavy, nudged against my cheek, a blunt instrument of pleasure demanding my attention. I leaned in, eager to taste him, to feel the heat of his arousal. The velvet blindfold was a prison for my sight, but it only served to enhance the other sensations. His hand found the back of my head, his grip firm but not painful, as he guided my mouth towards his cock. My heart raced, the thrill of the unknown a potent aphrodisiac. The moment of contact was electric, his shaft brushing against my lips like a live wire. I parted my mouth, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum that beaded at the tip. His grip tightened, his breath hitching as I took him in, inch by delicious inch. The sound of his zipper was a distant memory, replaced by the wet noises of my sucking, the sound of my lips slurping along his shaft. The poppers had left a faint buzz in my head, the sensations magnified, each stroke of my tongue a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my body. He grew harder with each movement of my mouth, his breathing growing ragged. The feel of his piercing on my tongue was a surprise, a thrill that had me moaning around his cock. When he was fully engorged, he pulled out slowly, his girth leaving me feeling empty. "You married straight guys are always the most eager ones," he said with a smug chuckle, the words a knife that sliced through the quiet of the night. I tensed up, the reality of my situation slapping me in the face. How did he know? "How do you know I'm married?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. He didn't answer immediately, the sound of him moving closer making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His hand reached out, his rough fingers grabbing the poppers bottle. "Take a few more sniffs," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, the room spinning as the chemical rush hit me. The scent of the poppers grew stronger, mixing with his musk and the faint scent of leather. He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "It's just a guess, but you're wearing a wedding ring, aren't you?" His hand found my ring finger, the metal band a cold reminder of my other life. "But tonight, you're all mine," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against my ear. I felt his cock, now fully sheathed in latex, nudging at my entrance, the coldness of the condom a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft. I took three more deep sniffs, the poppers making my head swim, the world around me a blur of sensation. His hand left my ring, the loss of his touch almost a relief. The anticipation grew, a tight coil in my belly, as I felt him position himself. The head of his cock pressed against me, the pressure building. I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax, to accept his surprise. The sharpness was unexpected, a sudden piercing sensation that had me gasping. He'd inserted something into me, something foreign and intriguing. I felt a moment of panic, the pain a shock that made me tense up. But he was careful, his movements deliberate and measured, pushing the object further until it was snugly seated. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had me panting. He chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Feel that?" His cock nudged at my now-sensitized opening, the latex a barrier that did nothing to dull the sensation of the object inside me. He pushed forward, and I felt the head of his cock slide in behind it, the combination of textures a revelation. The burning grew, a warmth spreading through my insides like a wildfire. I could feel my ass clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, the heat of it almost unbearable. His voice was a dark whisper, "That's a good boy," as he gave my ass a firm smack. The stinging pain from the sharp object was quickly overtaken by the intense pressure as he pushed his cock in behind it. The combination was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that had me moaning into the quiet of the room. I could feel every ridge of him, every inch of his length as he claimed me, filling me completely like he 'wasn't' wearing any condom. He remained still for a moment, his cock buried deep within me, the intruder still lodged inside. The burning grew, a slow crescendo that had me biting my bottom lip. My body tensed around him, trying to adjust to the fullness, the unyielding presence of both the object and his cock. The poppers had done their work, my ass was a willing vessel for his pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against my bare ass. I yelped, the sting of his palm mixing with the intense pressure from within. He pulled out slightly, the object moving with him, the sensation a strange, delicious torment that had my toes curling. I took a deep breath, the poppers making the air feel thick and heavy in my lungs. "What...what did you do?" I managed to ask, the question hanging in the air like a question mark. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "I gave you a little surprise," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "A booty bump, something to make the experience more... memorable." The burning grew, the warmth spreading like a wildfire through my body. I could feel the object inside me, a constant reminder of his control, his ability to push my boundaries even further. His cock slid back in, the latex of the condom seemingly gone, the sensation of skin on skin a revelation. It was as if the object was a key, unlocking something primal within me, something that craved his touch, his dominance. "What is that?" I breathed, the question a mix of fear and anticipation. His chuckle was low and dark, a promise of things to come. "It's a little something called a 'Tina '. It'll make you want me so bad, you'll do anything for my cock," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. The sensation grew, a warmth that pooled in my stomach and spread through my body, making my cock grow limp as a noodle, the jockstrap digging into my flesh a silent reminder of my role for the evening. He reached down and tugged at the waistband, the fabric of the jockstrap giving way with a snap. The cool air kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock that filled me completely. The object shifted within me, the sensation growing more intense with each movement. "Tina knows how to make you bottoms crave it, doesn't she?" he said with a smirk, his voice thick with satisfaction. With a firm grip on my hips, he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of me with a deliberate slowness that was almost painful in its intensity. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure and pain, the object inside me seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat. The poppers had done their work, my mind a haze of need and desire, my body a canvas for his art. "Yes," I moaned, the word a confession pulled from the depths of my soul. His fingers found my cock, now a lifeless weight between my legs, the touch a gentle tease. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that had me shivering with anticipation. The Tins had heightened my sensitivity, the feeling of his hand on my cock like an electrical current. He stroked me lightly, the sensation making my head swim. The warmth grew, enveloping me, making me ache for more. He fucked me deeper, each thrust hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. "You're going to beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet against my neck. The room was a blur, the only things real his cock inside me and the hand on my cock, bringing it back to life with a gentle, taunting touch. I could feel the drug working its magic, a need building within me that was all-consuming. The object inside me grew warmer, the pressure building until it was all I could focus on. I moaned, my body trembling as I felt his cock thicken, his strokes growing more demanding. The anticipation grew, a crescendo of sensation that had me teetering on the edge of something incredible. "You're going to be my good little slut," he said, the words a dark mantra that had me nodding in agreement. The object inside me grew hot, the pain a distant memory, replaced by a hunger that consumed me. "You're going to love it," he whispered, his voice a caress that sent shivers down my spine. And in that moment, as the warmth grew to an almost unbearable heat, I realized that I did love it. I loved the way he used me, the way he made me feel. The sudden shrill of his phone pierced the quiet, jolting me out of the haze of desire. He paused, his cock still buried deep within me, and reached towards the coffeetable. The sound of the call connecting echoed through the room, and then his voice, "Yeah, what's up?" The conversation was casual, as if he weren't currently fucking me into oblivion. With a wicked smile, he put the phone on speaker. "What's up?" the voice on the other end was curious, the tone hinting at amusement. "Oh, you know," he replied, his hand never leaving my cock, "just breeding a nice married bitch." My heart skipped a beat, the reality of his words slapping me in the face. The room grew colder, the air thick with the weight of his confession. The stranger on the phone laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the clinking of chains. "You're too much," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and camaraderie. "You want a taste?" The hand on my cock paused, the pressure in my ass building. "Yeah, give him my address," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. The panic grew, my body stiffening under the weight of the Tina and the cold, hard reality of what was happening. I opened my mouth to protest, but before the words could escape, he squeezed my balls, the pain like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Looks like you've got yourself a eager little slut," the voice on the phone said, the amusement clear. The hand on my cock began to stroke again, the pain now a distant memory as the need grew. "Yeah, he's all mine tonight," he replied, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. The sound of the call disconnecting was like a gunshot, the finality of the act leaving me trembling. The pressure grew, the Tina making my insides clench around his cock like a fist. He released my cock, his hand moving to my hip as he began to fuck me with a ferocity that took my breath away. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound echoing through the room with each punishing thrust. The object inside me grew hotter, the sensation now a delicious torment that had me begging for more. "You're going to be so good for us," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that had me shivering. The word "us" sent a bolt of fear through me, a stark reminder that I was not in control. His hand found the object, twisting it slightly, the pain a sharp spike that had me crying out. The heat grew, the sensation now a raging inferno that consumed me, my body a slave to his whims. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed the poppers bottle again, the sound of the liquid rushing out as he placed it under my nose. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, his voice a seductive purr that had me obeying without thought. The fumes filled my lungs, the world spinning around me as the drug took hold. The pressure grew, his dick now a living thing, pulsing and writhing inside me. He plunged back in, his cock now slick with something warm and wet. I realized with a start that he had indeed cum inside me, the sensation of his seed mixing with the heat of the Tina an odd comfort. His thrusts grew deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin a symphony of pleasure and pain. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a growl of pure lust. I nodded, unable to find the words to voice the need that consumed me. The poppers had left my head swimming, the room spinning with every stroke of his cock. I could feel the object within me, the pressure now a constant reminder of my submission. With a grunt, he pulled out again, and the absence was like a cold void. But the void was quickly filled with something else, something that stretched me wider, the sensation so intense that I thought I would split in two. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent chills down my spine. "Tina knows how to make you crave it," he murmured, his voice a sweet poison in my ear. The object was pushed further in, the heat now a searing brand that had me squirming beneath him. "You're going to take all of me," he said, his voice a command that my body was all too eager to obey. The doorbell rang, the sound a jarring interruption in the cocoon of our debauchery. He paused, his hand still on my hips, the anticipation of his next move a delicious agony. "Don't move," he ordered, the command in his voice unmistakable. He pulled his dick out slightly, the cold air a shock against my overheated flesh. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, the word 'yes' lost in the maelstrom of sensation. The sound of the door opening was like a gunshot in the night, the cool breeze from the open doorway sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the muffled sound of greetings, the low murmur of another voice joining our twisted symphony. I trembled, the anticipation of what was to come a delicious terror that had my heart racing. "Look what we've got here," he said to the newcomer, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "A married man, eager to get bred." The stranger's footsteps grew louder, his presence a shadowy figure in the doorway. I could feel his gaze on me, a predator assessing its prey. "Is he tight?" the new voice asked, the curiosity in his tone making me clench around the object inside me. The man behind me chuckled, a sound that was both dark and inviting. "Like a virgin," he replied, his voice thick with satisfaction. I felt the hand on my hip tighten, the pressure building again as he pushed his cock back in. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, the heat of the Tina mixing with the coldness of his wet dick, creating a strange alchemy that had me begging for more. The sound of clothes being hastily removed was a symphony of desire, my ears straining to make out each rustle and snap. I could feel the stranger's gaze on my bare skin, a silent communication of his intentions that had my heart racing. The scent of more poppers filled the room, and despite the fear bubbling in my stomach, I couldn't help but lean into it, eager for the escape it provided. The pressure grew as he guided his cock to my mouth, the head pressing against my lips. The taste was unfamiliar but welcome, the bitterness of his precum mixing with the metallic tang of the drug. I parted my lips and took him in, the sensation of his thickness stretching my mouth just as the other dick in my ass. The anonymous man behind me began to fuck me once more, the rhythm of his thrusts punctuating each gasp and moan that the newcomer pulled from my throat. The two men laughed, their voices a dark crescendo that grew louder with each passing moment. "You took the blue pill, huh?" the man in my mouth said, his voice a warm rumble that vibrated through his cock and down my spine. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck this married slut's mouth until I'm dry," he replied, his grip on my hair tightening. The thought of being used, of being their toy, only served to heighten my arousal, the Tina's warmth now a constant, pulsing presence in my ass. The sensation of the two cocks, one in my mouth and one in my ass, was like nothing I had ever experienced. The men moved in tandem, their grunts and curses a chorus of pleasure that filled the room. Each stroke of the cock in my mouth was met with a thrust into my ass, the synchronized dance of debauchery pushing me closer to the edge. My body was their playground, a canvas for their desires, and I reveled in every sensation they brought forth. My mouth grew slick with the newcomer's precum, my jaw aching with the effort of accommodating his length. Meanwhile, the man behind me had found his rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass with an almost brutal force. The Tina's warmth grew, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. I could feel my body responding, my prostate swollen and sensitive to each touch. They switched, the coldness of the air a stark contrast to the heat of their flesh. The man who had been in my mouth took over my ass, his cock slick with the mixture of our juices. The object inside me had grown warmer, a pulsing presence that seemed to be in time with my heartbeat. "Such a good boy," the new man in my mouth murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. The poppers had fully taken hold, my mind a whirlwind of sensation and need. I could feel every vein, every ridge of the two cocks that claimed me, each touch a spark that ignited the inferno within. They called me their little slut, their eager whore, and with each name, my arousal grew. I pushed back onto them, desperate for more, for the sweet release that was just out of reach. Their hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. Each touch was a brand, marking me as theirs, a declaration of ownership that had me moaning into the thick silence. The room was a sea of darkness, my vision blocked by the blindfold, but I could feel their gazes on me, a palpable weight that only served to excite me further. The poppers made the world spin, each sniff a heady rush of pleasure that had me grinding my hips back, eager to take all they had to give. They laughed, the sound a dark music that only added to the symphony of our passion. "You're going to love this," one of them whispered, the promise a siren's call that had me trembling. The pressure grew, his dick in my ass now a searing brand of pleasure. They took turns, their thrusts growing more erratic, their breathing more ragged. The sounds of their skin slapping against mine grew louder, the scent of sweat and sex a potent perfume that filled the air. Then, the first guy stiffened, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he reached his peak. His grip on my hips tightened, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He pulled out with a wet pop, something wet and sticky leaving a warm trail as it dripped down my thighs. The sudden emptiness was a cold shock, the Tina inside me a pulsing reminder of my predicament. The second man withdrew from my mouth, his cock slick with spit and precum. I could hear the first one's laughter, a dark chuckle that seemed to fill the room as he stepped away. The absence of their cocks left me feeling cold, a stark contrast to the burning warmth that still radiated from the Tina in my ass. "Looks like he's still eager," the man who had been in my mouth said, a hint of amazement in his voice. The sound of a lighter flicking and the scent of wef reached my nose as they lit their cigarettes. They took deep drags, the sound of inhaled smoke a stark reminder of the brief respite I had been granted. "Don't worry, baby," the first man said, his voice a seductive purr, "we're not done with you yet." I lay there, panting and trembling, the Tina still lodged in my ass, pulsing with a strange warmth that had me squirming. My cock was a lifeless weight against my stomach, my body a battleground of pleasure and fear. I reached a trembling hand towards my ass, the sticky wetness a testament to their claim. But as my fingers brushed the edge of ass, a firm hand slapped my wrist away. "Don't touch that," the first man snarled, his voice a dark command that had me freezing in place. "That's our toy tonight, remember?" His laugh was cold and cruel, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move like hawks. "If you want something to play with, stick to your little dick or your nipples," he said, his tone mocking. "We're not done with you yet, slut." The room grew quiet once again, the only sounds the occasional crackle of their cigarettes and the thump of my heart in my chest. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my own arousal mingling with their cum. The anticipation grew, the Tina's warmth now a constant throb that had me desperate for relief. "What are we waiting for?" I whimpered, the words slipping out before I could think to censor them. He leaned in, his breath hot and moist against my ear. "Patience," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. "Mathew will be here soon, and then the real fun begins." The mention of the third man sent a wave of fear through me, a cold splash of reality amidst the haze of the drug. But the fear was quickly overtaken by the need, the hunger for their touch, for their dominance. The minutes stretched into an eternity, the Tina's warmth now a constant reminder of my vulnerability. And then, the sound of a car door slamming outside, the crunch of gravel underfoot, and the jingle of keys in the lock. The men's conversation grew more hushed, the excitement palpable. The door opened, and a third set of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Mathew's voice was a cool breeze in the room. "So, what do we have here?" He stepped closer, and I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze a physical presence. The first man spoke, his tone filled with lust, "A married slut, begging for a good breeding." Mathew chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the rustle of clothes being removed, his presence adding a new layer of excitement to the room. "Looks like you're ready for us," he said, his voice low and hungry. The warmth in my body grew, a strange sensation that had me tense with anticipation. A band was suddenly wrapped tight around my bicep, the pressure uncomfortable but somehow fitting the scene. "Did you ever slam Tina in your veins?" he whispered in my ear, his breath a tease that sent a shiver down my spine. The question was like a cold splash of water, snapping me out of my haze for a moment. "What?" I mumbled, my voice slurred from the poppers. They all laughed, the sound a dark crescendo that had my stomach dropping. "Looks like this is your first time," the first guy said, his voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." I felt the pinch of the needle, a sharp sting that was quickly swallowed by the warmth that flooded my arm. The liquid burned as it entered my bloodstream, a fiery serpent that coiled around my veins. I gasped, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. The band was released, and I felt the rush of blood, the sudden absence of pressure leaving my skin cold and sensitive. Mathew stepped closer, his cock brushing against my thigh as he leaned over me. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had me trembling. The warmth grew, spreading through my body like wildfire, the Tina a pulsing reminder of their power over me. How do you want this stoy to continue: Do you want the main character to be ubducted by the three men or not? Is this going to be a pozz story as well? What should be the aftermath of this night/weekend? Give you suggestions and i will see what i will use.

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

@kitpig Oh, it will definitely become important pretty soon. @nymidtowneast I try not to... @Medwaym That's the goal 😛 Work is progressing well on a secret side project I'm working on. Hopefully we will hit a post soon to be able to post. Working also on some other things on the side, and plan on trying to keep a few chapters written ahead on this story so it can be updated each week on Friday. -------------------------------------------------------------- Lesson 11- Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion We sat in silence for a few minutes as Greg drove the car to our next destination, the sound of music playing softly providing the only noise as we drove. My ass throbbed, aching at the continued onslaught of the day as Greg slowly rubbed my leg and I watched the buildings passing by. Finally, Greg spoke, turning my attention to him. “You made me very proud today, boy,” he said, smiling at me and I exhaustedly smiled back, “I know Jason really put you to the test today, and you passed with flying colors.” I nodded, the soft sounds of the car slowly causing me to feel how tired I was. “Thank you sir,” I said, trying to fight back a yawn. “Getting tired already?” He asked, his hand now drifting up to my neck and slowly stroking the same spot as before, eliciting a happy and tired groan from me. “Yeah, just a little,” I said, closing my eyes as he continued to stroke that spot, “Did we need to go anywhere else? I just need some coffee and I’ll be ready, sir.” “No, boy,” he said warmly, “Just relax back and I’ll wake you up in a bit.” I nodded again, letting my head rest back. I didn’t notice that I had drifted asleep until I felt Greg slowly begin to wake me up, causing me to open my eyes with a small start. Looking around, I quickly realized the car was now off and sitting in the two men’s garage. “Come on, time to get up,” Greg said, undoing my seatbelt, “Go upstairs and take a bit of a nap so you’re a bit more refreshed for Daddy Mike when he gets home.” I let out a sleepy nod, before getting myself out of the car and walking into the house, before climbing the stairs and flopping on the massive bed, drifting easily back to sleep. Sleepily I felt a weight on the bed a short while after as my pants were pulled down slightly, and what had to be Greg’s cock slid in deep. Unable to open my eyes, I felt as he slowly rubbed my shoulders, pistoning gently in my ass. I slowly began to stir, reaching back and feeling his solid chest. “Shhh…. Go back to sleep boy, daddy’s just adding some lube for later,” he whispered, slowly rubbing his hands on my back as he slowly fucked me. I nodded sleepily, letting my body relax as he went to work on my ass, feeling myself drifting off as exhaustion slowly took hold of me again. He must have fucked my ass for a few minutes before he grunted, a warm feeling flooding my insides. “God you are so beautiful,” he said, making me feel warm and happy at the words as I sleepily laid there, “Just let that gift marinate in you while you sleep. You did such a good job today. Go back to sleep now.” It must have been a few hours later when I woke up again, feeling as someone new slowly crawled onto the bed and began to gently pull my pants down again. Two large hands slowly began to massage my asscheeks, causing me to happily relax my legs apart. “Fuck that is one sexy hole,” Mike’s voice whispered, as one of his fingers slowly massaged the ring of my hole, “You want daddy’s load in there too?” Quietly, I spread my legs further, pushing my ass up. Slowly, I felt the tape from the paper on my ass get peeled off, followed by the feeling of the covering being pulled off. “That turned out real nice,” Mike said, slowly dipping down and kissing my neck, “Daddy Greg said you passed the test today with Jason. You have no idea how happy that made me to hear. You even got Jason to shoot a big load for us to use.” I nodded sluggishly, still slightly sleepy as I sighed, shifting my ass up a little higher to meet Mike’s groin as he somehow found the exact same spot on my neck as Greg. “He also said you have a sweet spot there,” Mike whispered, his breath tickling my neck as he spot, making me shiver slightly, “Why don’t you tell daddy what you want… he might just give it to you.” “Please breed me, sir,” I groaned into the mattress, my hips levitating off the bed as I felt Mike reach around and slowly reach under my shirt and peel the covering and tape on my lower stomach. “Yeah, growing boy like you needs a refill of dirty spunk, don’t you,” Mike asked, as I felt him sit up, hearing the sound of his zipper going down and the sound of his pants shuffling down, “Would you like that? Daddy to fill you up with his special cream as a treat for being such a good pig boy?” I nodded, my head pressed down into the comforter as I felt his large dick slowly begin to press into my ass. A warm liquid dripped down onto my ass, kept in place by the head of Mike’s cock threatening to breach my insides. I let out a soft groan as I felt the large cock slowly push into my well fucked ass, the liquid just barely lubricating it as he firmly slid deep inside me. “So warm and soft,” Mike said, as he slowly began to fuck my ass, “Like it was made to take my dick and loads. Tell daddy what you want.” “Please breed me, sir,” I moaned, waking up more as the sensation of Mike fucking me woke me up more. “Daddy’s going to go nice and slow on this spit fuck. I want to enjoy this beautiful pig hole,” Mike said, draping his larger body over mine as he began to kiss and lick the sensitive spot on my neck. The sensation caused me to involuntarily clamp down, my hole feeling tight as I began to feel hornier and hornier. “Fuck yeah, son, grip the dick that’s going to help remake you,” Mike whispered, fucking my ass a little harder, pushing in deeply with each stroke. We laid there in silence as Mike continued to slowly work, his strokes slow and hard, as my ass continued to grip tightly onto him. “Getting close boy,” Mike groaned after a while, “What do you want me to do?” “Feed my ass, daddy. Please breed me with your toxic load,” I said again, moaning as the large cock slid across my prostate, “I want infected.” “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna give you every drop. Fill you up with his tainted load, “ he said, pressing his groin hard against my ass, “I can’t wait until you have my bug in you.You want our virus to be the one to change you, don’t you?” I nodded breathlessly, turned on as he spoke. “You have no idea how happy it will make us when you finally get knocked up,” he groaned, “Knowing our seed is the one to change you and free you. Make you into the perfect cum whore.” “I want it so bad,” I moaned into the mattress, my ass quivering uncontrollably all of the sudden, “Please poz me. Please.” My ass suddenly felt soaking wet, making me at first think Mike had already shot in me. “Fuck boy,” Mike said, his voice shuddering as he began pumping my ass harder, “That beautiful ass of yours is cumming around my toxic dick. Getting so fucking wet. Fucking drooling knowing its going to get what it needs. Isn't that right?” I could only let out a chocked sob as my ass continued its involuntary quaking, making my toes curl and my legs feel weak. My entire lower abdomen almost felt like it was cramping, spasming repeatedly. “Here it comes boy, time for you to take a big dose of the bug,” Mike groaned, suddenly picking up pace to a near frenzy, “Hhhoooooh fuck…..” I felt as Mike began to squirt deep inside me, my ass feeling impossibly wet, his cock shoved as deep as it could go and he held me tightly in place. “Oh my god,” Mike said breathlessly, his hips bucking occasionally as his orgasm subsided. Gently, he rolled us both onto our sides. My legs felt like rubber as I finally stopped shaking and quivering. Slowly he brushed his hand through my hair as he lazily kissed my neck. After a few minutes, I felt his cock deflate and he pulled out with a soft plop. “Absolutely beautiful,” Mike said softly, his hand now slowly rubbing up and down my stomach as I slowly came down off the high of our fucking. I felt a slight blush on my cheeks as he spoke, unable to think of a decent reply. Finally, he let out a sigh before getting up. “Come on sweet boy… Time to go down and eat some dinner,” Mike said, walking into the bathroom before coming back out with a hand towel, “Clean up and come downstairs when you're ready.” I nodded, and grabbed the towel, watching as he walked out of the room, leaving me to clean myself up. Bringing the towel to my ass, I noticed the massive amount of wetness. After a while, I felt clean enough and pulled my pants up, bringing the towel with me, unsure where to put it. I was greeted by the sight of Mike and Greg in the kitchen, chatting. Both of them turned the attention to me. “Sleeping beauty awakens,” Greg said smiling, nodding to the plate on the counter, a portion of what looked like pasta sitting on it. Coming over, Mike grabbed the towel from me and giving me a tender kiss. He walked off into the house as I sat down at the counter. “Daddy Mike was just telling me he made your ass cum around his dick,” Greg said, taking a drink from his glass as he leaned back, watching as I sat in front of the meal, “Words can’t describe how jealous I am to have missed that.” I blushed and looked down at the plate, feeling embarrassed at his words. “Boy literally was flooding his own ass. Felt absolutely amazing,” Mike said, having returned. “Go ahead, eat up,” Greg said, gesturing again at the plate. I sat in silence, slowly eating as the two began to talk. “So, you might be wondering what the tattoo on your ass was for,” Greg began, taking a sip of his drink, “It’s a QR code. Links up to a special website of sorts.” I nodded, relishing the food as began eating it quicker. I was surprised how hungry I was. “Friend of ours is a genius when it comes to coding and site building,” Mike explained, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, “So we called in a favor and had him make a special webpage just for you. You’re one of the first boys to test out his new app.” I nearly spit out the food as I looked at the screen of Mike’s phone, seeing several thumbnails of me, the newest of which was of me and Ben in the cigar lounge. “We’ve made sure your face is blurred out, so don’t worry,” Greg said, leaning over the counter and scrolling along the page, “The plan is to make it so guys can post their videos of you, and make it so they can request to dump a load in you.” Greg pointed to the screen as he continued speaking. “If we allow a person to cum in you, it will automatically text you and let you know we approve. That way you don’t have to worry about breaking the rules when you get the need for a load in you,” Mike said, “The videos are to show you are our pig and to showcase how talented you are.” I sat there, speechless, the food in front of me forgotten in the moment. “We both want you to become a true cum pig, and we can’t be around all day to flood that sexy hole of yours,” Mike continued to explain, “If a guy isn’t allowed to cum in you, he’ll get a text explaining why and what we have planned.” “We want it to be a surprise for you, so no being naughty and asking,” Greg said, smiling, “We still plan on giving you our loads all the time, but we also want to see you grow as a pig.” “I…. Uh….” I replied, unsure how I felt about it. “You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Greg said, reaching across the counter and rubbing his hand on mine as he spoke, “But know that it will make both of us happy seeing you going out and collecting loads for what we have planned. And we might have to give you a treat if you make our friends happy. Especially if you come over preloaded when its time to play.” I nodded slowly, still feeling unsure. “I guess that would be kind of hot,” I said, “I mean… I’d rather it be you guys to infect me… but if this what you want… I guess its ok if you guys want someone else to…” “Oh, pig, don’t worry,” Mike said, smiling, “The only people we’re allowing the pleasure of breeding you are ones we know carry our strain. So don’t worry about that. We have every plan into making you ours. But we also want you to grow your need for cum and cock.” I nodded, feeling a little better. “And if you don’t like it, like everything else, you can stop,” Greg said, “Our friend is trying to develop this into a new app, so he said he’s happy to pay you for your time and energy.” “I mean… I can… I guess,” I replied, still a bit unsure at how I felt, “Um… if I say no or stop, are you guys going to stop seeing me?” “Boy, don’t worry,” Mike said, walking around the counter and giving me a hug, “This won’t have any bearing on what we do with you. This is just to make things easier for a growing pig like you. If you don’t want to, you truly don’t have to. Think of this as another way to please us.” “OK, I’ll give it a try then,” I said, relaxing at his words, “As long as you guys want me to.” “The guys on the app will be able to submit a recording of what they do, so we don’t miss out,” Greg said, nodding at me to continue eating. “If we’re being honest,” Mike continued, gripping my shoulder as I ate, “We kind of want to make a certain couple of friends of ours jealous. You’d be doing us a favor by showing them how much hotter of a boy you are for us than theirs.” “Ok, as long as it makes you both happy,” I said, smiling. “Very. Now eat up so you can get home,” Mike said, kissing the top of my head, “As much as we both would like to fuck you all night long, we kind of have plans this weekend and have to pack.” With that, I ate my food, looking at my phone when it dinged and a link from Greg popped up. “Take a look at that when you get home,” Greg said, smiling at me, “See what there is on there tonight and we’ll text you when we get back in town.” Within a short amount of time, I was finished with the meal, and Mike and Greg walked me to the door. Handing me the large bag from the cigar lounge, Greg gave me a deep kiss. Mike came behind me and slowly kissed my neck, his groin rubbing on my ass. “Fuck its going to suck not being able to pound this hot ass,” Mike said, groaning into my neck. “Hey, I wanted to cancel, and you said we couldn’t,” Greg said, breaking apart from our kiss. “Yeah…. Yeah… I know…” Mike said, slowly releasing me from the embrace and playfully smacking my ass, “Go ahead and get home, boy. Before we get too tempted to keep you here.” I smiled, and walked out the now open door, giving the couple a small wave as I walked out into the slowly fading light of the evening. Walking back home, I couldn’t help but grin at the amount of fun I had that day. I entered the door, the sound of the tv playing in the background and what was likely my mother cleaning dishes. I poked my head in and saw my dad sitting on the couch, watching the news and he typed away on his laptop. “Hey, I’m home,” I said, looking over at the tv as some news story about a genetics lab played on the screen, with something about the military on site, “I already ate, so I’m going to head upstairs.” “Had fun?” He asked, not looking up as my mom came up next to me, giving me a slight hug before sitting down next to him. “Yeah, just going upstairs,” I said, smiling. “Don’t forget to take out the trash,” he said, looking up briefly at me. “Yeah, I’ll get it in a second, just have to put my stuff upstairs,” I said, motioning at the bag I had in my hand, “Might go for a jog after, if that’s ok?” “Sure thing sweetheart,” my mother replied, turning her attention to me, “Don’t forget we have a family dinner tomorrow. Your sister and her fiancé are coming over, so make sure you're here, ok?” “Ugh… mom… please don’t make me,” I groaned, remembering vividly the last family dinner, complete with my sister having a full meltdown, “Jen has become a real shit to be around.” “Language,” my dad said, looking at me above his reading glasses. “You know she’s just stressed with the wedding coming up,” my mom said, trying to explain, “She’ll be back to herself once it's all done.” “Fine… but I’m out of here the second she goes nuts,” I said, rolling my eyes, “Which we all know will happen.” With that said, I slowly climbed up the stairs, before entering my room, setting the bag down and unceremoniously flopping down. Slowly I began to unload the bag, finding a place in my closet for the humidor and pipes, before discovering a small handful of condoms in the bottom and a couple of small brown glass bottles. Last a few plugs of trying sizes from small to obscenely large. I recognized one of the smaller ones as the toy that was in my ass earlier. I guess they were serious about collecting loads, I thought to myself as I put a few in my pocket. Looking in the corner of my closet I noticed the small mini-fridge I had stowed away deep in the corner, not being able to fit it in my dorm room the pervious semester. That will come in handy for storing them, I mused, fussing around with the back and locating the power cable in the dark space. Grabbing it, I hefted the small fridge up and carried it out, looking around and deciding on putting it on the far side of my bed, conveniently hidden from the doorway. Crawling under my bed, I finally was able to plug it in, a soft hum emanating from it as it kicked on. With a satisfied huff, I sat back down, wiping a few beads of sweat from all the exertion. Next, I pulled out the brown bottles, examining a few. The various bright labels and bold lettering immediately tipped me off to them being poppers, each a different brand. Thinking back to when I had used them in the basement with Greg and Mike, I stowed them away in the small fridge, turning the small dial to its highest cooling setting, keeping one out for myself. After a few minutes, I grabbed a cigar from the closet, making quick work on popping it over the small trash bin next to my desk and cutting the tip in preparation. I then reached over to pocket my headphones before walking downstairs. Tugging the trash bin down our driveway, I began to walk the long way around to the park. As I walked past the two men’s home, I noticed the dark windows, telling me that they had likely already left. Curiosity finally got me, and I decided to pull out my phone and click on the link. My phone quickly loaded the site, as a logo at the top proudly said “pigloadr.” A brief description was written below which I decided to skim, as well as what looked like a few reviews. 19 yr old pig looking to get whored out by two proud dad owners. Selective breeding currently, but willing to take leftovers home for later use. Please send requests for breeding before dumping inside. Pig WILL be punished if he lets you cum without permission. Smoking is a plus, and owners ask that the pig be encouraged to do so. Pig likes verbal breeding and is into ws. Video submissions will be compensated. Pig is very friendly and loves domination. ***** - would breed again, pig has a very twisted mind and loves swapping smoke. - B **** - Amazing ass, downrated cause I couldn’t breed. Will add star when I get to add mine. - J ***** - Hole is amazing. Loves taking our dirty loads. - G I could easily guess who each review was from, causing me to smile and let out a small laugh. Apparently, this had been planned for a while from my guess. Several videos appeared below, which I quickly recognized to be me in several different locations. I quickly looked around before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my headphones, putting them in and clicking play. My walk went quick as I watched the video of me in the cigar lounge, feeling myself get hard in the cage as I watched myself getting fucked hard by Ben, my face blurred as you could just barely make out the shape of the cigar in my mouth, puffing away. I had to admit it was a really hot scene as it finished, looking up and finding myself at the entrance to the park Slowly, the streetlights now started to flicker to life as twilight set in. Scrolling down to see what other videos there were, I noticed a button that said “offline.” Looking around, I decided to try out the button, tapping it as it instantly switched to “online” and gave a GPS pin on a map, showing a generic point over the park I was currently at. Seeing nobody around, I decided to pull out the cigar and quickly lit it, relishing the feeling as the thick smoke flooded my lungs. “Might as well try it out,” I said to myself before I slowly began to walk into the park.

Cousin Carlos did. Last time he was 19 and I was turning 17.

After reading through this post and the comments, I feel very validated when it comes to my thoughts concerning the various apps and websites. There are some very excellent points, concerns, and ideas about everything and I had a good time working on this list and seeing what I have missed in my searches. I wish I could copy and paste everything I liked from all the posts into one big combined guide covering everything associated with them. I think I’m going to make a running list of ideas, links, information, etc in one big document called “My Big Gay List of Links” and use it to create a history of my explorations and finds. Eventually, I'll reorganize this list (and future additions will be inserted and categorized appropriately) to make it more user friendly, searchable, and less chaotic. Obviously you can tell I have a lot of free time and am willing to invest it in needless research rabbit holes where I find all possible information imaginable, every link of interest that could possibly be useful or related, and the alternatives available to satisfy my curiosity. To those who suggest IRL meetings and places, I commiserate. I miss the days of going to the bar and going home with someone or meeting at the bathhouse for a quick link but in today's world you have to have an online presence or you're limiting yourself. I live in a particularly secluded/rural region and if I didn't cast a wide net and explore online options I would never meet anyone much less get to be specific about who I want to meet. I know many don't like to go out anymore and some get anxiety when it comes to meeting new people and apps provide an alternative to those social settings and situations that still allows you to feel connected to the world. In addition, you have endless options since your only limits are what you make them so don't have to settle for anything you don't want. When you live in a secluded or rural area beggars can't be choosers when it comes to meeting and finding new people. Anyways....I've been searching for a connection, hookup, boyfriend, best friend, anyone really for a long time and have come across a variety of different online options such as: websites, social medias, dating apps, forums, kink, fetish, and sex websites would be happy to share my thoughts and findings on them all. But first there are some things to consider before searching and downloading an app or joining a site. What is your goal? Do you have any specific types of guys you'd like to meet? Are you looking to date only? What are you open to? What are you willing to do? Are you looking to hook up? Are you a nerd? Are you a jock? Will you invest the time in a profile? Interact with people and make friends? What level of commitment do you want? Do you want a relationship or hookup? FWB? Jerking buddy? Some head? A long-term Pen pal or online exchange to broaden your friend base?There are a million different directions to take and things to consider when deciding exactly what it is your looking/available for. The different answers to these questions, your variety of personal preferences, and specificity of your interests will all influence where you will want to start your search. Next research your target audience and know what you are looking for and cater your profile/information/hunt to your specific desires. A good profile is always key in getting people attention so take the time to make sure it conveys what you’re looking for. There are plenty of articles and sites concerning making the best profile you can and I advise reading over them in order to up your game. I have been searching for how to find guys to meet that aren't those two specific apps you know the ones) lately and have found a ton. I'm actually super excited to share right now. Warning: Always beware of ages! APPS Grindr - disappointed with this app. too expensive and there's no real way to make a connection with anyone. Sniffies - guys are even more sketchy here than Grindr. I've yet to have any of the proposed scenarios from the site to happen. If you would like more info on either app and the options available and what it has to offer, I can come back and add in information later. I want to be fair and just to the actual creation and content of the apps but I still want to have my personal opinion rant for the time being. Personal opinion rant. This is my opinion, which I will admit is probably a little jaded at the moment but I believe there is almost no way you will find someone to truly date and connect with in either of these apps. They are not going to be of the mind set and not thinking about anything more than a hookup or quick nut in most cases. Some guys play games, others collect pics, some want to be a tease or use it as jerk material and most of them end up ghosting or canceling. I rarely have success on these two apps any more and I find the culture of these two has become very elitist and toxic. Don't try to keep up with or put any faith in either of these apps for anything. Gays have a severe case of fomo and these two apps are the perfect example. You guys are better than this and if you're already searching for what other options there are, you're on the right path.. Go for Quality. You can also go for quantity if you want, that's cool too but never compromise on your standards or morals in order to follow the masses. You are worth everything you think you are and I personally feel that Grindr and Sniffies will erode your soul and mental health with extended use. Recon - Kink app/site where you can explore your specific interests and try to find a match for your sexual proclivities. Post pics and cruise other kinksters looking for someone to play with. Members are generally pleasant, but quite serious about their kinks. So proceed slowly and be open and honest. Don’t make fun of anyone or kink shame. If you aren’t interested save everyone's time by just keeping your mouth shut or a simple honest “No, Thanks.” Don’t judge anyone based on what you might see on this site. Some of these guys are truly invested in living the lifestyle and are able to. So Props to them for being happy and rocking their kinky side. Always get cruises and have interested parties but have never actually managed to connect with anyone from the app. Great for people that are deeper into the Kink and Fetish world. Discord - I have only explored a little but I feel it has GREAT potential when mastered. It’s kind of confusing and can be daunting to try and learn but I think it has a lot of possibilities. From what I understand you join a server (which you have either found online somehow or received an invitation from someone.) Once joined you have access to all the content that the creator and members feel like sharing. There are audio and video channels as well as chat groups, information and media exchange, and private chats. This site leans toward coding and those with a higher level of computer knowledge than most so take your time if you decide to explore it. * Don’t judge me but I decided to post a copy and Past of the Google AI description about what discord is. "Discord is a social platform that allows users to communicate through text, voice, and video calls. It can be used for a variety of purposes, including gaming, building communities, and running events. Chatting Text channels: Users can chat in written form, share jokes and memes, and ask and answer questions Voice channels: Users can talk to each other in groups over voice and video Video chat: Servers can host group video calls of up to 25 people Gaming Run Discord while in-game and Stream your game to your friends. Building communities Welcome new members to the server, Build a community of supporters, and Connect with people with similar interests. Running events Host podcasts, Run events, Group studying, and Educational purposes. Chatting with friends Sharing gifs, screenshots, and memes" Growlr - friendly guys haven't done more than make a profile. Got propositioned to pay for sex on this app so not currently very interested in using. Simplistic design, plain, bleached out unpolished look. Has lots of reactions which is interesting but app itself doesn’t seem to be very active. I have gotten a few other messages but they all trailed off after a short period. Reddit (Both an app and a website with various features available in each)- has alt/multiple profiles option for easy swapping between accounts. People often have a SFW and NSFW account to explore the various communities anonymously or publicly. Through the various communities you can find a variety of porn in an unlimited amount of genres such as amateur, model, OF, redgifs, Chaturbate, as well as real guys searching for everything from dick pics and chat buddies to role play and more involved relationships both sexual and non. Questions about life, dating, hookups, personals, like-minded bros, XXX options, news, hobbies, culture, how to’s, product reviews and on. The options are really quite endless. The chat feature is a great thing and once you learn the app it has great potential for connecting those of our generation. (I was a late bloomer to Reddit so forgive me if most of you already know about the site/app and are probably more versed in it than I am. It was an exciting find!) Tumblr - I have only explored the porn aspect of this app but plan to explore more in the future. You find tags that you want to follow and it locates various media posts people have made that have been tagged with your interests. It’s mostly pictures of models so far, but there is some various community representation to explore. I’d like to find more personal, self-made, amateur, non-professional, non-content maker media if possible but I’m not sure how much more I want to invest in an app that might be on a downhill slope? I scroll in my free time when I’ve checked everything else and need something new to focus on. Instagram - Generation after us seems to have this one mastered. I rarely use instagram and never got behind the mad rush to join so I don’t know what its possibilities and potential are. I know people can “slide into your DMs” but other than following people who popped up in my address book I haven't even used the app. I always figured it was more of a popularity/bragging contest more than anything else but it is probably way more than that. I’ll invest time on this one in the future maybe. Jack'd - only made a profile. Seems to be a favorite of “brothas” (i hope that isn’t racist or derogatory in anyway 😕and it is not my intention to sound that way, just a simple descriptive statement of fact.) Mixture of grid based location like Grindr and swiping app like Tinder. Not overly creative or groundbreaking in any way. Hornet - only made a profile Seems kind of like a mix between social media and dating app. It places an emphasis on the feed like Facebook. No grid or real location based interface but does have a nearby option. Overall seems less like a hookup/dating app and more like someplace you want to collect followers. Romeo - Grid based location app that uses cruises as their form of “tap.” Has a travel feature to explore other areas prior to travel. Chat feature included in app. Otherwise unremarkable without a large user count. Bumble - have a profile, don't scroll often. Very similar to Tinder from what I remember? I could explore it more I guess, I have heard good things about it when used for actual dating. I’m not really at that phase in my life at the moment so I haven’t really explored it. Will revisit at a later date. Hinge - great format wish it was more popular but sadly I don't use it often. Its pretty flowy in its setup with a classy design and has nice lines and colors (or lack of 🙂). Has a great way of getting the user to talk about themselves or think about something unique to tell those that view their profile. I felt this app was more oriented towards dating, FWB, or relationships but there are those on there looking for short term fun. Would love to shift my focus to an app like this but same as with Bumble, just not really in that phase of my life right now. Tinder - never did get into the Tinder craze but it is what it is. You know what that is and how to use it, so do it to it! Swipe left or right. I always thought Tinder was more for dating than hooking up so I never really invested the time in it. I should expand my horizons and put it through a 2 week trial run to see if anything happens. Maybe I just haven’t put forth the effort to get enough out of it yet. Low key had a feeling it was more for the class after mine and catered to fucktoys and fuckboys. Snapchat - Lots of guys trolling to jerk off and or possibly meet up. I haven’t understood or explored the social media/influencer portion of the app yet so I know there is more available but I’m not sure what kind of content is presented or its overall function and end goals. I don’t like snapchat because I lowkey get annoyed with the people that do it constantly. There are better apps. Also what's wrong with having a chat history? Saving one text in a dozen doesn’t remind me what we talked about in two months when I’m re-scrolling our conversation to remember what we have and haven’t talked about. How am I supposed to remember that on my own? I understand the app has great potential when it comes to verifying a prospective partner you hope to meet. Everyone wants to see a face and that you match your profile. So expect to use this app or at least Archer - got two messages and haven’t opened the app beyond that. I don’t think the local community has adopted it yet so no real point in exploring or using it at the moment. Scruff - I actually kind of like Scruff but haven't had success with it or focused much on it very much. I like it from what I have seen but don’t spend much time on it. The overall feeling of Scruff is more accepting and open than Grindr or Sniffies. It's a more mature and accepting crowd overall and I’ve had some great conversations on Scruff. I don’t think I've ever hooked up with anyone from scruff though but only because I don’t use it as often. I should invest more in it as I like the sense of community it puts forth but sadly I don’t. I’m not sure why, but I bypass it every time I’m looking for something to do or open and scroll. On the flip side of that statement though, I get very little initial interaction from my profile on the app in the first place so it’s kind of a mutual disinterest. Maybe I'm just not the right type for a Scruff profile. Altside.app - not yet completed but app for Kinks. I’m interested to know more about this app but the only access available is to make teaser profiles. Supports multi-profile function so you can have more than one to expand your target audience while still looking for specific things. Nice to not have to change your profile based on your minute to minute interests. IronCircles - Closed Social Media App for private groups. Breeding.zone is supposed to have a community but I have yet to get it to work or find it. I don’t really know if I see this taking off due to it’s obscurity, complicated initial setup, and private invite only based communities. Definitely an app that I would describe as IYKYK because you have to be in the know to use it. Meetup - Social media/Meeting app for publishing local community events, parties, functions, and get togethers. Great for small groups and meeting new people without it being sexually charged right off the bat. More of a platonic and social circle expanding app. Tagged - tried signing up but the app wouldn’t let me get past the automated/AI verification system so I didn’t get to explore it. Kind of annoyed by that and it leaves me curious...I wasn’t expecting much. WEBSITES Manhunt.com - this is rather dated and lightly populated. have gotten a few messages but no connections yet. The app and website are both pretty similar so no loss in appeal or use but I prefer the website version just a touch more. I just have an easier time with it on a bigger screen.Also, limited chats, so get your contact info in quick if you want to make plans. I did like the message board idea. Adam4Adam.com - rather dated and lightly populated superior to manhunt. Has an app and a website. The app is a similar setup to grindr and location based apps while the website offers more options and exploration outside the grid. I like the cruising information and that you could post parties and events. dudesnude.com - an original and classic site I think I may have had a profile on when I was 18? Anyways it’s a fun site that is oriented more towards jacking off and camming and rating of pictures and videos. Fun and simple way to share pics and vids as well as emails information and map location. Does have a private album with password access if you want to keep it on the more discreet side. Guys usually have pretty good bodies and all have seemed rather friendly. I could use it more but no one near me is available on it. squirt.org - I’ve started hearing a bit more from this but still kind of a regional thing maybe? Not quite sure what the crowd or audience is yet but the app is stratified pretty quickly between whats available to the free member versus a contributor. You have a limited number of profile views and messages so be selective on what you click when you are exploring. Theres mail and messages as well as a tab to Cruise. meetfighters.com - for wrestling, male bonding, sports, and activities. Kink oriented. Doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual. MeetFighters.com is a social network and personals site for people who share an interest in anything related to wrestling, fighting or the people who do it. bbrts.com - dated, but decent concept, popular in certain areas/cities. encourages bareback sex. Quick and easy geo-location grid. Watch out and don’t run out of messages if you live in a popular area though. The oink is a rather cute way to throw someone a notice without actually committing to a message. nastykinkpigs.com - aka Oink. more up to date, mature (ADULT) oriented hookup site/app. May contain semi-legal and offensive activities. The app is pretty simple to use, has a grid map as well as many other pretty cool features, few of which I’ve utilized other than the search option. I am a member of some kink groups, I send some oinks and the occasional email. Video and Picture functions are blocked and only available in the paid version as are the posts, message boards, polls etc. Also has an oink function to send as a flirt. This site does contain references to drugs and a variety of mature topics. Quora.com - I have yet to explore this one but it's on my list and I feel it has potential when used properly. Initial impression is that it seems like a reddit/news/peer/blog type feel where questions are asked and answered by members. I think there are communities and groups available but I’m not sure which function is its primary use yet. meetirl.com - doesn't currently work in my area will update if applicable. bkdr.com - doesn't currently work in my area but did work when I lived in Detroit. I never met anyone off of it but It didn’t have a huge population of users to pick from, originally I thought it might have a bit of potential but it doesn’t seem it’s taken off. Recently closed down support for my area not sure if it’s continuing in others or is just another app to add to the failed list. OkCupid.com - Tinder look alike. Website and app, has chat function, swiping, etc. Don’t think this is really an app most gay guys or the m4m audience gravitates towards but you never know theres always an outlier or two. Buddy.net - typical location based hookup site/app with grid setup. Nothing significant about it. Just got my first message on it a few minutes ago so I will stick with it long enough to see what happens. Altside.com - Coming soon kink/fetish hookup site. Grid based with near me and global options. Has support for multiple profiles/accounts. Holehunter.com - GPS based cruising app/site for random, gloryhole, and public, and anon meetings. Very basic. You can post ads, browse ads, cruise the area, see who is nearby, check out FAQ and information links and tips/tricks for users. I can see it being useful for what it is. Very direct, no small talk. justusboys.com - forum I just found out about. Will be exploring soon but initial thoughts are that it’s the same as every other forum based site. Probably has useful posts on various topics and links to information and other external content from there. TBH I lost my password before I even logged in for the first time and was kind of a mood killer and I don’t feel like resetting it at the moment. I have plenty on my plate and will explore it at a later date when I feel like investing in it and have nothing else to do. address4sex.com - self-explanatory. GPS based cruising/hookup app. Simple, e-mail based with local ads and postings. Direct and no fluff added. I can appreciate it. cumhunt.com - self-explanatory. Forum/Ad Posting and location searches using a profile based setup. Place/browse ads, view who’s online, see who’s looked at you, chat with people, see what’s in the community etc. I could actually see myself using this one if it had more than a handful of members in a reasonable radius. cruisingforsex.com - Provides popular cruising sites within a specified search area. Has a similar look and setup to a few other sites (I feel they are probably all variations of one master) so it was easy to navigate. Not sure on popularity or what the likelihood of success using it is. Always good to find new cruising places you wouldn’t typically think of. Use a profile to browse and see who’s nearby. Gaydar.net - Haven't explored yet Asspig.net - Just discovered this site! Will be back with more info Cumunion.com - good in concept but limited to specific metropolitan/urban areas. Useful if I’m traveling. SOCIAL MEDIA Fetlife - great kink social media like app that brings a great deal to the community and is a fun share for all those in the world. It has messaging, status updates, picture and video sharing, kink lists, groups, events, local meetings, community information, and on. It's pretty simple and getting more popular I think. Starting to upgrade its facade some and is doing a decent job. Seems smooth so far and improving. Doesn’t provide a simple way to find members geographically other than a city list or by sexuality so it can be hard to decipher who might or might not be interested without some direct profile digging beyond scanning their basic bio. Most of the members are polite enough to tell you if there's been a mistake or some confusion about anything without being a jerk. So no worries dont stress if you follow a straight dude or a big busty woman decides to follow you. It’s a very open community, so you should be prepared to be open too. There are those that are obviously attention seekers but you can make the occasional genuine connection on the site. X - I have only explored the porn aspect of this app but plan to explore more in the future. Great for following amateur content makers and professional porn stars as well as individuals that see and like, repost, share, or comment on a variety of media members can select from. If you don’t know what twitter is, you're more in the dark than I am so I really shouldn’t have to explain this one too much. I do enjoy the # clickability and @ sign tagging for exploring those that like similar things as you. They recently stopped allowing you to see who has liked or shared the media. I’m still figuring out the possibilities on who/what to follow other than porn but think there's probably a great deal available in the communities. Also while you can find things and popular people by location and name or topic, it's more complex to find members that are local to you without knowing their username or their interests as there is no grid or map search function. Great place for amateur videos and clips to be posted though. Good for a scroll while your hand is in your pants for a bit. Facebook - I haven't really thought about it but it does have groups, communities, and local information since everyone had facebook at one point. Dating is probably healthier than Grindr but I haven’t ever used it. Messenger is convenient and I have been hit on many times using it so that is one in the company's favor. Has a large target audience due to it’s popularity, also gays like to broadcast and share their lives so nearly everyone has one. Now linked to your Insta account for easy crossposting and account swapping. Lifeout.com - gay social media app, usually a bunch of guys sharing porn but exploring more to see if there's any potential for more on it. I'll invest time to see what it is about but I feel its going to end up as an app I only check sporadically. The first couple of posts I saw covered a wide variety of topics so there is discussion in addition to the posting of dicks. Not sure about meeting or hookup possibilities but so far the local crowd has been pleasant. Seems to be the same group of guys that keep the site going. They are a friendly bunch just looking for friends and connections. They tend to be a little deeper than just dirty chat and hooking up. MeWe - Forgive me, because the AI description was much more efficient than a personal download and recap on this one. It was interesting but had its use for a short minute in my life.I would possibly venture back to exploring it with some new topics but I feel the app is past its popularity stage and the member numbers are declining. “With MeWe, you can post text and images, join and create groups for specific interests, engage in private or group chats, share media and files from other users, follow members, access a newsfeed with posts from your connections and groups in chronological order, and most things you would do on all social media platforms, but with a strong emphasis on privacy and no targeted advertising; you can also create "Pages" for businesses or public figures to connect with fans, and utilize features like disappearing messages and stories.” Bluesky - similar to X new social media app/website, used for scrolling topics, porn pics and vids, and some chatting. Looking to replace X. Has fetish and niche members that post/share related media. No specific map or location searching but great for meeting people with similar interests from around the world. Just starting to get into it and like it so far but nothing stands out as exceptional. It really just seems like X branded under a new name with some expanded features. PERSONAL ADS Doublelist - personal posting site that replaced craigslist. Anonymous. Can be sent to your email, text, or through an in app/page messenger service. The few times I’ve had responses to a post or gotten a reply to a message nothing ended up happening. Exchanged contact info and made a plan to meet but when it came time he never showed or reached back out. Wickedlist -similar to Craigslist and Locanto. Personals/Ads, has built in chat function or will communicate through email. Locanto.com - replacement for Doublelist. You can post ads, scroll ads, message users, and do a nearby search for posts. Mainly anon or quick links. CHATTING Telegram - has a great chat feature for when guys don’t want to give out their number or snapchat. Lots of guys prefer private chat because they feel it is more secure when they are sharing their darkest desires with people online or something.. It also has groups and channels for both gay community and porn links to explore. A lot of the groups and channels are invitation only or require a link that is found while digging through the nether regions of the internet. Also, the notifications are kind of annoying until you get control of them but it has great content though lots of advertising by bots. Has a desktop version and app for your phone so that you can message anytime from any linked device. Group notifications can get kind of excessive and annoying but there is a mute feature. Whatsapp - has groups and communities but haven't explored it as more than a chat app that Europeans and other random people (corporate world) prefer it. It’s a good app that I know little about other than its a fairly popular and secure brand. I’ve only used it a little but kind of prefer the interface to that of telegram. There are communities but I haven’t looked into them to know more about what is offered. Media sharing is simple and provides high quality options to sending over text. Signal - VERY private chat, often used to discuss kinks, fetishes, desires, questionable acts, and other various topics that you wish to keep discreet and remain encrypted, private, and disappearing. Sometimes used to set up misc. business deals…think about it a bit and I’m sure you'll realize what i’m suggesting. Session - another secure chat used for activities that are generally better shard discreetly and privately. Uses a session code or invite in order to establish chat. Have only used it a couple of times. Skype - great for overseas chat. UK, Europe. I’ve had it for a long time but haven’t really used it in recent years. It has been prone to a lot of spamming lately and sending me excessive notifications. Kik - chat app that has low-key groups for hookups and exchanges. Not sure if its still even an option to use. The groups were hard to find and you had to have an idea of what you were looking for or suffer through hours of random word searches on whatever pops into your head. I used it for some local hookup/connection groups in the smaller towns. Lots of guys felt it afforded them a good amount of anonymity. FORUMS Breeding.Zone - BB hookup site. Has great sexual health and safety information but at the same time I it encourages BB sex and deals with darker topics like drugs, sex, pozzing, etc. I feel it might have light connections to the porn industry as well (confirmed, found previous connections listed using the database). More of a Topic/Post Forum, can chat, and does have search feature including location and other options to pick from. Mature Topics are discussed on the website. (I feel I should be writing a lot more on this item since I’m posting this on Breeding.zone but you guys know what it is and what its about so I’m going to limit myself to what I had previously written. t have it available for needed occasions. nifty.org - gay stories and fiction. (Some questionable content). Staple growing up. Used it to fantasize about all the possibilities and as material for my spank bank. This is a site worth saving. FOND MEMORIES Aol chats - Growing up, m4m chats are where it was at. Going to city specific chats to meet other guys cruising the internet for some sort of interaction. I met the first guy I messed around with on an AOL chat. I was 15 and he was 21. Definitely had to build the courage to commit to meeting someone from the internet in those days. Craigslist - this function has been retired (Some of you know). Funny story, I actually met my exhusband through an ad on CL but that's for another day. So for now I’m just going to leave this here. I might expand on this in the future just to inform those that missed out on the glory that was craiglist personals and private ads. ** ADULT OVER 21 PORN/MATURE/DARK (Contains illegal activity) List: Porn /Amature sites that don't require credit card for a variety of tastes and ideas to explore. I recently started getting into exploring porn sites and adding friends/chatting with like minded users on them. Nothing has happened so far but it’s nice to be able to interact with other porn aficionados. Chaturbate - used for amateur camshows. Can be used for chatting I guess. Has some file sharing. A guy I top used it to share some camshows he had saved. xhamster.com - publishing personal media, chat, videos pornhub.com/gay - self-explanatory reddit.com - revisit from earlier. Reddit is a great tool to promo amateur content and finding other like-minded users to interact with, meet, hookup, trade with etc. x.com - Becoming more censored and harder to find the more obscure topics/media. tumblr.com - once a great social app used for digital media sharing, porn, and like-minded users to follow and chat with. redgifs.com - amateur clips and vids that are shared. Has all kinds of topics and media. Also hosts media and creates gif links for sharing. thisvid.com (Illegal activity) - glitchy. I think the website is closed to new members. Doesn’t work with g-mail. Hard to get responses and contact. Often resets your account resulting in lost access. motherless.com (illegal activity) - quirky with the e-mail. Great site for chatting, finding interest groups, porn and other content. onlyfans.com darkfans.com (ilegal activity) Justforfans.com redtube.com plex.com (has great potential) - media server/sharing app allowing for open libraries of media particularly porn others have downloaded, paid for, saved, or made. barebackbastards.com (questionable gay - contains illegal activities) - very dated and simplistic design but functional. Contains niche and hardcore fetish media. ***Various Gay Links and Sites I’ve found that might be useful in the future. [think before following links] https://www.gaydemon.com/directory/ [think before following links] https://bestgaysites.com/ [think before following links] https://bbbh.com/ [think before following links] https://gay-dating-sites.no1reviews.com/sitemap.html ****Final Thoughts before posting: So this is my list so far but I'm sure I’ll remember others and come across more to add. Each app is unique in some manner. Though they all share a common base function each app is unique in some fashion. Some are better than others while others seem redundant or unnecessary. What features do I actually use in the apps to get the most out of what it has to offer? What do they do best? Worst? Also, I can get more specific on the different apps and their features, functions, pros, cons, popularity etc, or give hints, tips and suggestions if anyone would be interested in reading them. There are plenty of more websites and apps on the google play store or in the apple store I'm sure but these are the ones that I've had the most experience with. I will update the list as I continue to explore everything for whatever it is I'm looking for. Best of Luck to you guys! Let me know if you have any suggestions, thoughts, or advice! I’m open to all communications. END NOTES/FUTURE IDEAS I’m thinking about adding the sites that I've used in the past and throughout my gay life and sexual history. Could be an interesting master list/map showing my sexual growth and what influenced me growing up. How did they shape into the promiscuous dirty guy that I am? For future reference: Start the post in a word document that will allow for you to change structure and format as you write it rather than trying to edit it in the forum box. It will prevent over-sharing and keep you on task while still allowing a bit of freedom to explore the topic being discussed. END OF POST ANNOUNCEMENT This has kind of morphed into a cacophony of information mixed with my thoughts and musings on the topics. I realize that not all of the things listed are traditionally considered hookup/dating apps but when your choices are limited you make do with what you can. Use your existing resources and apps in new ways to maximize your options when it comes to finding what you want. You can find anything you want with enough determination and creativity. Lastly, I apologize for the extensive post length. I know I could have broken it down more or limited what I put in but everything I listed has some value or feature that makes them applicable and useful. So in the end I guess this is a General Forum Post due to the wide range of information covered but it's all in relation to hooking up.

I always enjoy my sales trips. The trips fit into my crossdressing lifestyle and the thrill of being in a different town and different people. After a long day on the road, I had just checked into a motel just about 30-miles outside of Nashville, TN. For my overnight trips, I always bring my special suitcase that has my “girly stuff” (panties, dresses, makeup, lingerie, etc.). Sometimes I would just dress up pretty and cam or play with myself. On a very few occasions I would run into a very horny stranger, tease him, but not put out and be satisfied knowing that poor guy was back in is room jacking off. Almost immediately after throwing my bags on the bed, I peeled off my shirt and dress slacks and headed to the shower to freshen up. On the road, I keep my hair in one long ponytail, and wore a tight t-shirt to hide my budding breast. The hormone treatments were working so well, my body felt like it was becoming more feminine by the day. My legs and backside were becoming shapelier, my breast were spouting, my voice was growing softer, so many exciting things were happening to me! Taking a shower and knowing I was about to put on one of the outfits in my bag made me feel so feminine and free; coupled with the fantasy of being dominated by a total stranger and be treated like a piece of meat made my little clitty stay hard the entire time I showered and shaved myself smooth. Once out the shower, I applied my makeup, lipstick, lotion and favorite perfume; then did my toes and nails. As a thunder storm rolled in, and the rain started hitting the window, I continued to make myself pretty, even if it was just for myself. After rubbing in the last bit of lotion on my curvaceous caramel legs, I put on my flowered dark blue tight mini dress that went down to my thighs, gold mules and large hooped, Chica earrings. Next, I brushed my long black and brown hair down and over my shoulder. Looking in the mirror, I was pleased with what I saw. And I loved how my perky nipples poked against the fabric of my silky dress. I smiled, rubbed my breast and thought “I HAVE TITS!” This particular night was very hot and steamy as a storm hit this little town making me wish I had continue the drive to Nashville, but I was already checked in. It began to rain harder and it was followed by a lot of thunder and lightning, then around 10pm everything went dark. Oh p*o! The air conditioner, TV, lights…everything out. I thought to myself oh well, it least my iPad was fully charged, and I brought my favorite toy. and a couple of toys. I open the windows hoping to find a cool breeze without success. Opening the sliding door, I thought it would be nice to enjoy a bottle of wine from the little frig in the room and watch it rain. It seemed like the whole town was in darkness, so it was nice to watch the thunder storm from the balcony as it rumbled and crackled. After about 5 or so minutes, the door next to my room slid open, and a gruff looking man stepped out. He was a big guy, probably about 45-50 years old, a least 6’3” or 6’4” feet tall, strongly built and around 250 LBS or a bit more. He looked Latino, with a moustache and beard with a big tattoo on one shoulder and several other tattoos covering his body and neck. He was also covered in bushy body hair. He was wearing baggy shorts, flip-flops and nothing else. After grunting a hello, he asked “Do you mind if I smoke?". I hate the smell of smoke, but not knowing this guy from a serial murderer, I wasn't about to tell him no, so I nodded yes. He lit up his cigar, walked further out in the rain, I thought this was probably the first shower he had in a week as he leaned on the rail and looked out at the sky then looked back at me. His eyes looked me up and down, like a hungry animal eyeing his prey, which gave me the chills. His eyes went from my perky little breast, my butt and down to my legs, then his third gaze stopped at my crotch. Oh God, I forgot my panties! For a moment, I was totally embarrassed, and I fumbled for something to say, but thought it was best to say nothing. After taking another puff from his cigar, He said his name was Mario, and made a comment about my legs. He clearly saw something he liked and made a move. “Hi Mario, I’m Lisa” Not missing a beat, he said, "Blackouts annoying right…yeah, not much you can do in a motel room in a blackout" he said and then crudely added "when you're on your own...." My heart was racing. This guy was straight forward and was not holding back, and still staring at my ass. In the past I enjoyed flirting and loved when guys made comments about my meaty ass, but despite all the fantasies about getting fucked by strangers, I wasn’t sure this was the type of guy I wanted, and I started thinking about ways to slowly back out. I tried to take the conversation to a more generic place, asking him what he was doing in town and as we chatted for a couple of minutes. The storm moved in closer as rain started to pour down. A few gusts of wind kicked up, then it hit me, my car windows are down! I grabbed my room key and told Mario I would be back. In a dash, I ran outside to close my car windows, knowing the whole time Mario was watching my thick ass shake. Dashing back to the motel door, I swiped my key card and nothing. I think the blackout would not allow the security lock to read my key card. Shit! What am I going to do? The manager’s office was closed for the night, and I was stuck outside. From the balcony I heard a familiar voice “You can wait it out in my room, don’t worry, I don’t bite…..Lisa.” What choice did I have, I thanked Mario as I stepped into his room still covered in darkness from the blackout. He closed the door behind me, but it was the hearing the addition latch lock that gave me reason for concern. In the darkness, I could make out that there was just one bed in the room, so I sat in the chair next to it. But Mario said “No need to act shy now sweet-heart” and told me to hop on the bed while he reached in the mini-frig and pulled out two tall-boy Ice House beers. I felt around, finding a clear spot on the bed, and curled up on the edge facing away from the middle of the bed, leaving as much room as possible for Mario on the king-sized bed. I didn't get under the sheets because it was too warm and humid and if the power came back, I could quickly exit. I could hear Mario slowly lumbering around, making his way to the bathroom, then leaving the door open as he relieved himself of several tall-boy beers. When the toilet flushed, I knew he would be coming, so I just hoped that all that alcohol, the only thing he would be interested in was sleep. As Mario's weight hit the bed my heart was pounding out of control, my knees locked closer together and I tugged down on my short dress to cover my bottom half. I never even removed my shoes. If It were anyone else but this man, this scenario would be fulfilling my darkest fantasy; but not this man in this hot room, me locked out of my room until morning, during a blackout in a howling thunderstorm. "Please just go to sleep" I whispered to myself about 10 times. I felt Mario behind me inching closer, then a big hairy arm wrap around me and pulling me in closer to him. pulled me into him. Uh-oh! I could instantly tell he was naked as my back was pressed right into his hairy chest and I could feel his meat inflating against my butt. It was getting harder by the moment, it felt like one of those extra thick sausages that kept growing, and from me just getting to know him in this brief time; he was not a “No” type of guy. He saw me as a hot little brown girl; with an extra part, in his bed and he did not care if I was still fully dressed. He had needs, and my body was on his menu. I was starting to shit myself. He then stretched his mouth into my ear, breathing heavily with his smelly cigar and beer breath said, "Let’s have some fun my little puta." My whole body felt weak. "Listen", I whimpered, "I'm not sure I am up for what you are after, can we just get some sleep?” He continued to breathe deeply to my ear, "What do you mean?" he asked in a slightly stern voice. “Well, I don't have a lot of experience, and I am not sure I will be willing to do the things you want me to" I meekly replied trying to sound like this was new to me. “So, you're saying you don't want me to fuck you?” That was point blank. In a risky move, I said “Sorry, but no thank you" It got quiet, but Mario didn’t move his arm and his cock remained nestled behind me. There was a pause as a huge flash of lightening and giant clap of thunder reverberated around the room. I could sense Mario was pissed, “Hmm, your faggot ass, walk around dressed like a puta, you then come into my room, in the dark of the night, get into my bed and now you decide you don't want to fuck?!" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on. but I didn't expect this to happen, and…well, well I have never been in this situation before” I was back pedaling as hard as I could. Mario’s voice became coarse as his arm constricted over my chest. "Have you ever sucked a cock?" Mario asked. "A couple of times, but that was the furthest I ever went.” It was a lie. "Hmmm sounds like you're a little tease chica." said Mario, still pressed up against my ear as he moved his arm that was wrapped around me, over my dress he started rubbing my nipple. Then his hand slipped under my dress and he firmly grasped my tit and his fingers coarsely tweaked my nipple. “I’ll tell you what, you suck my cock, make me cum, and I will let you sleep, no fucking" In a soft girly voice I quietly ask “Promise?” but my question did not get a return response. Given not knowing the full nature of this man and having nowhere to go this was probably the best I could hope for and knowing the expectation of anal was off the table, I felt more comfortable sucking his cock. "Thank you Mario" whispered. "If want to play games and be a fucking tease, you call me Daddy from this point forward, understand?” "Yes" I replied. My nipple was squeezed harder, "Sorry, Yes Daddy" I yelped. "Now get to work!” And with that, Mario rolled over on his back, and I rolled over in the dark over his leg and crouched down between his legs. Having been in the room for some time, my eyes had adjusted enough to make out some silhouettes and there was just enough light for me to take his cock in my hand. it was thick and heavy - more so than my own. I tentatively leaned down and began to lick the shaft of his cock. Due to the circumstance, I was more than happy to suck his cock but at the same time, was still hoping he was a reasonably quicker shooter so that this did not go on too long. After several long licks of his shaft, I gently placed my lips over his mushroom head and slid my mouth down his now saliva lubricated cock and sucked my way back up. Daddy let out a muffled groan of satisfaction with this, so I continued with the same technique. Up and down his cock I moved sucking on the way back up the shaft. I could feel his cock get firmer in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head as I went down his shaft. "Take it all" he groaned. I tried but couldn't. "I'm sorry Daddy, but you are too big" I said while stroking his girthy meat. "Lie down on the bed and hang your head of the end" he ordered. I did so as he rolled off the side of the bed and walked around to the end. "You are going to learn to suck my dick the right way puta." With that, he slapped my face with his thick meat. He rubbed his cock all over my face before sliding it in my mouth and down my throat". He slid in and out a few times, before saying relax and take it all, I relaxed (as I had seen on countless Internet videos) and he slid his cock all the way inside my mouth and throat till his low hanging balls were pressing on my nose and upper lip. He held it there for several moments before I started to gag. He repeated this several times, but I quickly adjusted to the length and width of his cock. He took his cock out and dipped his balls in my mouth. "Suck them" he ordered before he moved himself further along and sat his hairy ass on my face. Pulling has ass cheeks apart, then buried his sweaty asshole over my mouth. He gained pleasure from this for a few minutes before rubbing his cock all over my face again. You are enjoying this aren't you slut?" he said with a nasty smile. I just continue to eat the hairy butthole stationed over my face. "What?" he asked with slight bolt of anger that I had not responded appropriately. I broke away long enough to say, "Yes Daddy, I am enjoying it very..." and before I could finish speaking, he had stuffed his cock back in my mouth. The sounds of slurping, sucking and gagging turn him on more, and ramped up his aggression level. Fucking my face, he leaned forward and put his hand on my cock - "Fuck, all that teasing and look at you” giving a brutish laugh as he shook my little 4-inch erect clitty. Shit, this Latino bastard was brutally manhandling my junk and I was getting turned on! There was no denying it. I was rock hard and leaking. It was by no means gentle, he was making fun of my little member as he jacked it with his thumb and two fingers. Jacking and slapping, this rough treatment of my sissy parts had me in total confusion. Just as I was starting to be aroused, Mario’s true plan came to light. "Seems you haven't made me cum yet puta, so now I’m forced to fuck your fat ass ok?" He was not asking for my approval, it was a statement. I tried to object but I couldn't speak, my mouth was stuffed full of cock. Standing up and tossing me on the bed "Ain’t no fucking bitch going to tease me like I’m some punk.” “Take that dress off puta” he demanded. I hesitated, then saw he was not to be disrespected and I removed my dress and skooched to the top of the bed. “Now get on all-fours like a dog and hang your ass over the edge of the bed.” “But Daddy you promised…” I said meekly totally watching my tone. My comment was met was a swift and hard smack on the ass which I knew left a hand print. “Puta, I’m about to blowout that asshole” If I thought my heart was pounding before, I was wrong. It was beating so hard it was almost hard to breathe. “Daddy please let me suck you again, I promise to do it better” I said trying to find a compromise or escape from what I knew he had planned for my poor little ass cunt. “I thought I wanted to be fucked tonight but I was wrong!” I pleaded. On my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I heard the floor creak as he walked around the side of the bed. He stopped to the side of me and gripped his fat 10-inch tool. “Listen slut, the way I see it, you are a naked bitch in my room pretending to be girl. You can run if you want but there are going to be questions. He was right, and I was screwed. Scrambled for words and blurt out "But, but, but…I’m not ready!” “Not my problem” he snorted back. “No more games puta!” He reached in to a small bag next to the messy bed and took out a condom (thank God) and put it on himself, then stepped behind me. “Please use some lotion or something Daddy, please” grabbing the small bottle of complementary lotion on the stand, he coated my puckered cunt and rubbed some on my smoothly shaven balls. Next a thick meaty hand locked down on my waist and other on my shoulder. “Bet you will never tease another real man again you little bitch!” I was helpless and took a deep breath. “Arrrghh" was the next sound I uttered. “Ohhh yeah this shit is tight" Mario exclaimed. He didn't have to tell me! He withdrew a little bit before sliding in a little further, withdrew a little bit and slid in a little further then just said "Relax" before sliding all the way in. “OH fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck was all I could get out as his brutal Latino beast made my ass its home. Mario’s cock plundered my sissy cunt, but it wasn’t as bad as I envisioned. All I had to do was to take this mild beating until he comes I thought. Then the power slams began without mercy. He was fucking me like I owed him money, like he wanted to know what being fucked by an angry man felt like. “DADDDDY!” I screamed. Withdrawing for a moment gave my cunt a few seconds of relief. “Fuckkkk bitch, I want you to feel all this dick!” “You are going to know what what a real man feels like tonight!” "Ok puta that was just to break you in and get you ready, now it is time to be fucked for real.” “Oh No” I whispered under my breath. "Beg me to me fuck you" he ordered as he placed his cock at the entry to my ass. "Please fuck meeee,.. ahhhhhhwww!" is all I got out before he popped my cunt open again. "Beg!" he demanded. “Ple, pleas…please, fuckkk..” I sounded like I was speaking gibberish, but it was hard putting words together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by a mad man packing a 10-inch weapon. Mario was pounding me with a steady rhythm he would plunge his cock all the way up my tight ass cunt, then three quarters of the way out, he would plunge that weapon back in again. Back and forth he pounded. he groaned and grunted has he hammered away, I could his sticky sweat on my back and ample ass cheeks as he plowed me. The violation went on and on. Just my luck my I run into a savage Latino that thinks I’m a tease that deserves to be put in my place. Every so offend he would reach down, cup my clit and balls and squeezed it roughly as he laid on my back. A giant blob of precum came out of my cock, he scooped it on his dirty stained finger and stuck it in my mouth for me to lick clean. He continued to pound my ass, enjoying his new tight fucktoy. Squeezing and stroking my little sissy cock until I let out a moan, spewing cum over my stomach and sheets. He slowed his rhythm, scooped up what cum he could find in the dark and again fed it to me. After a moment or two, the sweaty beast returned to his power pounding. I was spent, me had completely femininized me. I gritted my teeth as he kept ramming his meat pipe up my bruised sissy cunt. I really needed him to cum because he showed no signs of slowing and the more he pounded, the sorer I was going to be in the morning. I momentary slipped off the bed due to my legs being fatigued, holding this same position for what seemed like hours. Mario, just grabbed some pillows near the headboard, stacked them at the end of the bed, scooped me up from the floor and planted me on top. I had zero resistance. I felt a large glob of spit it dead center of my burning butthole before the assault continued. Again, his deep thrusts were met with my slight moans, then he started grunting as loads of his cum began unloading in my sore asshole. I felt disgusted as his baby juice sprayed inside pussy. But I was happy it was finally over. He slipped his cock out of me, then in a proud statement said, “Take is how a REAL man fuck a little sissy!” Walking over to the side of the bed, Mario slapped me with his wet, spent cock and casually barked, “Now be a good slut and clean it for me". He wasn't really giving me a choice as he pressed it against my lips, till I took him in my mouth. I gently licked his cock and balls clean, getting the aroma of musk, sweet, ass and cum up my nostrils. "See little puta, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that.” “I wasn’t moaning in pleasure Daddy!” “Some of that really hurt.” I said like a pouty, stubborn brat. Laughing, then got up and made his way in the dark bathroom where I believed he went to further wash himself off. I rolled onto my side of the bed, but this time got under the covers. Mario exited just in time to see the power return. With that he flicked off the lights and turned the air conditioner on full blast before he got under the covers. Once again, a strong arm pulled me back and in a spooning position as his deflated cock rested next to my wet bottom. He was drenched in sweat and my back was now covered in his sweat and musk.

Here I am with these men who are scary looking; The four of them are in their 30s and well built with a lot of tattoos. as one says to the other, here is prine pussy, not like the faggots we fucked in prison. One of them tells the others at least you had something to fuck as I was in solitary confinement for two years. Look for the supply and finds a bag, then empty it. WOW, we are going to have a real party. My brother has told me nothing as I can't run away as all I'm wearing is this jock strap. as they look at the parTy supplies, I'm getting the feeling this was all set up as one comes over and starts to kiss me. He pulls away and says you want to do this easy or hard as we don't care; either way, we will wreck your holes with our dicks. The mean one smiles at me and motions me to come over; he grabs my skinny arm, puts on a strap, then finds a vein. He looks me in the eye and says you will have a good time as the plunger goes in and the belt is released; I fall back onto the bed as dicks come from me at all angles for me to suck. They bend me in half with my head over the edge of the bed and my legs by my shoulders. The one by my ass knows how to eat and treat me as his tongue is doing beautiful things to my ass hole, but my throat will be sore when they finish with me. As soon as he cums the one fucking my throat enters my ass. The one fucking my throat pulls out, and I see him putting some powder on the head of his dick. He is not gentle but seems desperate as he drives right in like you have 1 minute to fuck; until it starts burning. The look on his face is red and angry as the others cheer him on. I guess this is how they fuck in prison. In less than 10 minutes, all four of them fuck me and gave me large loads. They sit back looking at the parTy supplies and start slamming themselves and me again. Maybe 30 minutes later, the one in solitary confinement comes over and tells me to suck his dick as he has to make up for lost time. It does not take him long to get hard; he is going long and slow this time but now slapping me on my ass cheeks. They like that I'm not giving them problems like some do in prison, so they don't have to tune me up. I know I will be here for a while, so my brother was kind enough to leave plenty of water; the bottles are marked regular and loaded; I'm getting the water bottles with GHB as Dad taught me the effects. Between Tina and G, I'm a willing cumdump for them as a dick comes from my ass; I suck as they say I would be a great prison bitch as I louse track on time and what they are doing to me, I do hear one make a phone call and says they are finished with me to pick me up. He speaks on the phone. Your boy took us on and tired us out. What bitch you have who would think a skinny twink could take so much abuse and keep asking for more. WTF did I say? I wanted more and more as I did not believe it until they showed me the video of me telling them to fuck me again, begging for tina, and when they were resting, crawling around on the floor as they sat in the chairs, going over to suck their dicks and being a real tease.

Part 26, Going into heat. As I entered the house and he closed the garage door, I felt him come up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started to guide me through the house. When we went down the hallway to his bedroom, I felt my cock getting hard in my tight jeans. It is strange how it has been acting lately. Mr C kind of spun me around and sat me on the bed. He got on his knees and pulled my shoe off. Funny I didn't have socks on, I thought I had put them on in the morning before work. He ran his hands over my feet and massaged each one for a minute. He then stood up and moved toward the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom, he then turned around like he remembered something and walked to the night stand of the bed. He pulled out two little prescription bottles. He handed me three pills and bottle of water and said, 'here, take these'. I looked into my hand and there was one of the big blue diamond vitamins and two other big blue pills. Before I could say anything he said, 'I know you had a couple diamond vitamins this morning, but I think another would be in order and the other two blue pills are good for whatever ails you, there are some new bugs going around that one house today and I dont want you to get sick.' Then I heard something under his breath like 'well, just yet anyway...until I know it is mine'. B But whatever, I popped all three in my mouth and washed them down. I heard him running water into the bathtub and I laid back on the bed for a minute with my feet hanging over the edge. A minute later he came back in the room and I felt him undoing my pants. He raised my legs up with one hand and was taking my pants down with the other. As I looked at him a little funny wondering what he was doing, he looked at me and said.... ' You have had a rough day and I am going to pamper you and give you a great shave.' I ran my hand across my face, there wasnt even any razor stubble, being super smooth sure has its down sides I thought. I mentioned, 'Mr C, I dont think there is enough to worry about shaving'. He commented back, 'It not your face I will be working on'. He suddenly picked me up like a bride going across the threshold and carried me into the bathroom, I was totally naked and my cock was not cooperating and was hard and leaking on my belly. When we go over to the Jacuzzi tub he sat me on the edge and felt the water. He shut it off and took something that looked like soap ball and dropped it into the water and it fizzed up. He motioned for me to get in and I slid into the extra large tub. I laid there and closed my eyes. I heard him leave the room and figured by how quiet it was that he left the bedroom as well. I was laying there thinking of how amazing the last two days have been and how thankful I was for all Mr. C has done for me. I then dozed off as I laid there in the warm tub. I instantly started dreaming right where my awake thoughts were taking me. Remembering the first day of work and then I started having strange things enter into my dream. Strange, like Mr. C was dressed in leather and smoking a cigar and he was petting me and staring at me from between my legs. My body felt amazing and in my dream I started to play with myself in the water. One hand went to my cock and the other went between my legs. I was circling my hole with my finger like I was rubbing the edge of a flower. It was like a flower opening, starting out small and opening wide, into full bloom right before my eyes. This beautiful open flower. I felt this heat come over me. A few minutes I heard a voice, 'Lukas I love how comfortable you look'. My eyes flew open and I realized my hand was fisting my cock and Mr. C was standing in the doorway. I quickly pulled my hand off my cock and put it under the foam suds of the tub. 'Don't stop on my account, I know boys need relief', he said softly and turned back into the bedroom and I heard Mr C. back in the room doing something. I felt so comfortable. It was strange, a couple days ago I felt stroking my cock was dirty and a sin and now I was doing it right in front of my neighbor and friend and didn't feel self conscious about it at all. I noticed Mr. C had pulled the blinds in the room as the bedroom had gotten darker. He came back in the bathroom and got some extra towels and as he was going back into the bedroom said, 'stay there just a couple more minutes, I am almost ready for your massage and shave'. 'Massage and shave?' I asked in a questioning voice? 'I havent ever had a massage before'. 'Well this is another first for you tonight, one of several I hope,' Mr C said. My cock jumped and I noticed he had changed into a tight tank top and short gym shorts, Wow, his body is muscular and covered in that gorgeous carpet of fur. A couple minutes later, I heard some soft but very interesting music, it was soothing, yet with a base tone that I could feel in my soul a little bit at times. The lights were all off but it looked like the glow of candles in the room. He came into the bathroom and told me to stand up. As I did he released the drain and the tub started to empty. By the time I had got to my feet he had a towel and instead of wrapping it around me, he started to dry me off. I started to grab the towel and he said in a soft yet stern voice, 'no, relax boy, I got you.' Damn, my cock jumped again and I saw a snicker in his smile and a sparkle in his eye as he looked at me. He started at my head and slowly but carefully worked his way down and had me slowly turn so he could do all sides of me. 'That's really nice', I softly said. By the time he was down to by belly, he grabbed a different towel. I was crazy soft and tickled a little bit. As he dried my butt, I raised my leg and rested it on the side of the Jacuzzi. He pushed a little on my lower back and I bent over a little bit. He very carefully dried my nuts from behind and very slowly and delicately went over my asshole. He dried back and forth a few times and I felt a quick sharp pain. He softly rubbed it afterward and said, 'sorry boy, you had a lone hair there near your hole. I could have waited and shave it off, but those longer ones should be pulled out rather than shaved off, they wont grow back as fast that way.' As he motioned for me to turn around, a bit glob of precum was starting to trail off my cock head and my cock was almost as full mast. He snickered again and extended his tongue and caught the long string of precum dangling off the end of my rock hard cock. He looked up at me and said 'Damn, I knew yours would be that sweet.' And he brought the towel up to dry off more of my cock and thighs. I was looking down at him sitting on a stool next to the tub and said, 'I wondered if it was ok to taste that' 'Taste your precum?' he asked me. 'Yeah, I had some on my hand once and I didnt have a towel and I was ready for church so I didnt want to get my clothes dirty so I licked if off my hand. I thought it tasted amazing and ever since then I taste it when I jack off. Do you think that is normal Mr. C?' 'Oh fuck yes, it should be a crime not too, that is your amazing nectar and should be enjoyed. And Lukas, I have to say, yours was the best I have ever had.' 'Ever had? You have done that before? Like to who?' 'Lukas, do you know what it means to be gay or bi? 'Yeah, we learned about it in bible school and in church and my dad talked about it a lot. Like all the time. But also my friends talked about in school too and said some other things. 'Yes I am sure your bible thumping father had a lot to say about it. What do you think about it?' 'Well, one my friends at school is gay, so I mostly go by what he says. He said he has just always known he is attracted to men, he said he just always looked at them and just feels warm inside. And he said when he gets really worked up he has even done some things at a park here in town and some other guys he finds on his phone. He teases me sometimes that I should let him show me how good it can feel.' 'What did you say and think about that Lukas?' 'Well I was flattered because all the girlssay he is really hot, but I told him, I don't really feel anything toward him like that. He said he thinks it is because he is a twig. Oh wait, no, he is a twink, which means like small skinny guy. But he said he can tell I am more of a boy myself' My feet were now pretty much all dried off and another long string of precum was about to drip off my cock. He leanded in an took the strand of precum on his tongue. My cock bobbed and it accidentally slapped him on the tongue as he withdrew his tongue back in his mouth and he said 'Yes I am aware of what a twink is. What did he mean by he thinks you are a boy yourself?' 'Well according to him he watched me in class and apparently I look at the teachers the same way he does and he thinks I am one of them gays too'. As he helped me step out of the tub he said, 'what do you think of his comment?' 'I don't know, I guess I get a tingle sometimes when I see certain people'. 'A tingle?' he asked 'Yeah, like when I see certain men I get this flushed feeling come over me and my balls tingle a little. Well, sort of my nuts, but it is down a little lower.' 'Lower? Do you get that feeling when you see beautiful women? 'Well it sort of feels like my asshole tingles and flexes. Not a lot, I just get this wave of heat come over me and my asshole like tingles and tightens. And no, not really with women, mostly with certain guys only'. As we reached the bedroom, the lights were all off and there were tons of candles burning and there was something covering the bed. He walked me over to the bed and I felt it. 'It is a rubber sheet Lukas. It will make you feel good during your massage and shave and wont get the bed all dirty.' My cock is at the same height of the bed and as I stood next to the bed, my rock hard cock slide across the colder rubber sheet. It was super soft and slippery at the same time. As I pulled my cock back, it had left a snail trail of precum across the rubber. Mr C had come up behind me and said. 'Well, I have had a couple tastes already, why dont you have that one?' 'I havent ever done this with someone else watching' 'Well today is all about trying things for the first time.' And with that, I bent over, my butt pressing against his gym shorts and slowly licked my precum off the rubber sheet. As I stood up he spun me around and kissed my forehead and said 'see, that wasn't so bad was it?' 'No Mr. C, you make everything better'. 'Oh you have no idea how much I hope that is the case. Now climb onto the bed and lay on your stomach, yes, well.... more in the middle, there, yes, ok, great, very good boy' he said. 'So Lukas, did you know that I was bi when I was your age'? 'Really, you have had sex with a man?' 'Well, more than you can imagine actually, but yes. Actually I have sex with women less and less over the years as I realized I really love men and what you can do with a man.' 'Wow, I had no idea, you are so masculine. I bet you could have any gay guy you wanted. Why dont yo have a boyfriend or a husband, you can do that now you know? He snickered again and said, 'yes I had read something about that. Well, honestly, you know Uncle Terry?' 'Why yes of course. Oh wait. You mean, you and him. Is he your boyfriend?' 'Well we are partners, yes.' 'Oh wow, that's awesome, he is great. He wont get upset I am here will he? I mean I don't want him to think funny of this?' 'Uncle Terry doesn't mind at all, he has really enjoyed getting to know you better, so yes, he loves it, and you aren't really gay anyway right Lukas?' I felt this very warm liquid being poured on my back as Mr. C started to rub it slowly but steadily up and down my spine. 'Wow, that feels incredible.' I said as his hands focused on my shoulders and upper back 'I love this massage oil, he has relaxation properties and really helps your muscles relax and open up with the right pressure.' he said as he poured even more on and some ran down the side of my belly and chest and onto the rubber sheet. I laid there and we talked and talked while he massaged me. My cock was rock hard against the slippery combination of oil and sheet. And Mr C was straddling my legs and now rubbing my lower back and buttocks. The pressure on my butt cheeks felt incredible, I had never known such feelings exist in my skin. 'Oh dear' Mr C said, 'I am getting oil on my shorts. Do you mind if I take them off Lukas'? And before I could even answer, I felt him standing up, his left foot on the outside but touching my left knee, his right foot tight in next to my right knee. He must have pulled his shirt off over his head because I felt it land right next to my forehead. The then lifted each leg and took each foot out of his shorts. He tossed his shorts onto of the tshirt, just inches away from my face and nose. As he knelt back down he said, 'There, that feels better' and I could feel the hair from his butt on my knees and I could feel his heavy cock laying between my legs just above my knees. I breathed in deep and could smell his man scent coming off his shorts and t shirt and I felt his hands move more to the inside of my ass crack. '

An older neighbor used me from when i was 13-16, almost daily. i used to stop by his house on my way home from school. he was my first. when i was 14 he started sharing me with his friend. i loved it. by 16 i was a slut looking for men online.

THE BLUE BROTHERHOOD: Christopher's conversion The road was dark. The rain had recently stopped falling and everything had that particular smell left behind from a long over due rainfall. I was on my way to the Holiday Inn on I-65 at exit 59 to meet Christopher, an 18 year old kid passing through, who stopped there for the night to sleep before he got back on the road for Arizona. Now, I love playing with younger guys. He was white, 5'4", and 110 lbs with brown hair and eyes. Even better was that he was still a virgin. He had posted an advertisement on Craigslist "Help me lose my V-Card." I was more than happy to reply. I am 43, white, 6'2", 170, fit, tone, a full head of black hair, blue eyes, 8" thick and uncut. I work out two hours a day since I have been poz. If you are going to give the gift, you have to maintain your looks so you don't look like you have the gift, at least that is how I have seen it since I joined the Blue Brotherhood. My blue biohazard tat is behind my right ear. When I got to the hotel I quickly made my way up to the boy's room. The door was ajar, just as he said. When I entered the lights were off except the bathroom light, and Christopher in all of his naked beauty was on his knees on the bed, naked and ready. I didn't tell him I was poz with that demon seed directly. Young and stupid are the best. I simply told him that I was horny and wanted to unload my "charged up spunk in his virgin ass soon because I have been edging all day long." I was more than ready. Undressing in silence. I could tell from the vibe in the room that this kid was nervous as fuck. I broke the silence by saying "relax kid, you are going to have the fuck you been dreaming about tonight." I reached out and felt of his young ass. It was white and hairless with a scrunched up pink pucker. When I saw it I knew this was going to be a tight fit so I spread his ass cheeks further apart and began his conversion with my tongue. When my tongue touched his tight hole the boy shifted forward on the bed as if trying to get away. Obviously he had never heard of a rim job before, let alone considered having his ass licked and getting rapture out of it. I held tight to his tiny waist as I continued my oral assault on his ass. With my other hand I reached under and grabbed his seriously hard dick. It was thin but it had a decent length to it and he had close tight balls. He was leaking precum like a dripping faucet. I reached up and felt his tight stomach and chest. He really was a scrawny kid. Finally I had enough. I stood up and took off my pants. Christopher knew was was about to happen next, well, almost anyway. My dick was solid for this boy. "You got me so hard right now kid, I'm going to fuck you and get my nut and then we are going to do it all over again." I said to him. With that I pressed the head of my cock to his virgin ass and forced my dick inside him. He wailed like a bitch and I swear I heard him start to cry from the pain before I even started pushing my shaft in his ass. I told him to take a deep breath, relax, and then exhale. When he exhaled his ass opened up for me and I was able to slide balls-deep into him. I held it there for a moment so he could get used to it being up there. When I felt his body give in I started pulling out and pushing in. I even spit down his virgin crack to add a little more lube, after all, if it ain't spit it ain't love. He was extremely tight. His ass gripped my cock like a vice! There was no way I could just pound the boy without hurting myself in the process, and I love my dick too much to hurt it. I fucked him slowly. It seemed like hours had gone by, but in reality only thirty minutes or so had passed since I entered the room. Christopher was so tight and it felt so fucking good that I just couldn't hold back anymore! I pushed into him as deeply as I could and unloaded AIDS cum in his guts! Christopher clearly felt my dick pulse as I shot into him and he screamed out "Oh my god I'm coming too," shooting his clean load onto the blanket. As he shot his spunk I felt his ass hole clench my dick with each spurt and it felt amazing! I slowly pulled out of him, trying to keep all of my nut juice inside of him. He collapsed on the bed, laying in his cum as I crawled in beside him. "Wow! That's what sex is like?" he asked. I looked down at him as he started crawling up the bed to suck my dick and I told him "We have all night. You haven't seen anything yet." For the rest of that night I fucked that boy like there was no tomorrow. He was a full man when we finished. I never told him I had AIDS, I just welcomed him to the Blue Brotherhood and suggested he get the tattoo. He obviously had no clue what I was talking about at the time. I am sure he does now, where ever he is.