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The year was 2010. The dim glow of the laptop screen illuminated Darren’s face, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and the shaved contours of his head. At 42, he had mastered the art of discretion, his lean frame and clean-shaven jawline projecting an air of quiet confidence. But tonight, alone in his sparsely furnished apartment, he allowed himself a rare indulgence: scrolling through profiles on BBRTS. The anonymity of the platform was both thrilling and terrifying, a digital playground where his deepest desires could be explored without judgment—or so he told himself. His fingers moved methodically, clicking through profile after profile, until they paused at one whose private photos had been opened for him and a message just saying "Hi" had been received. There he was: profile name LoyalBrother. The man’s photos were artistically filtered but what emerged was a swimmer's physique with a layer of fat and a vascularity that hinted at a life lived boldly. Darren’s heart quickened as his eyes traced the curves of LoyalBrother’s body, his gaze lingering on the fat cut cock. But it was the status beneath the photos that caught his breath: ‘positive’. Darren’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing. He knew what that meant. He’d seen it before, always scrolling past, always reminding himself of the risks. Darren had been barebacking for a few years now. At first only with guys who professed to be negative. More recently he had graduated to taking bare cock from undetectable guys believing that was even lower risk. Still, he drew the line a detectable guys. But LoyalBrother’s profile was different. There was something magnetic about him, a raw authenticity that drew Darren in despite his better judgment. After a moment’s hesitation, he began to type: “Flattered, but I don’t think we should hook up. Your status…” The response came quickly, as if Randy had been waiting. “I’m positive, yeah, but I can fuck you with a condom. No risk.” Darren’s breath hitched as he read the words, his chest tightening with a mix of desire and fear. He knew the risks, had been drilled into him since his early twenties. But LoyalBrother’s casual assurance was disarming, a challenge to the boundaries Darren had carefully constructed. His fingers trembled as he replied, “If we met, I wouldn’t trust myself to stick to that. I’d want you to cum in me.” The words felt like a confession, a secret he’d never voiced aloud. But there was something liberating about typing them, about acknowledging the forbidden thrill that had haunted his fantasies for years. LoyalBrother’s response was immediate, bold, and unapologetic: “Sounds like you’re into it. Come over.” Darren’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to say yes, to surrender to the raw, unfiltered desire that LoyalBrother’s words had awakened. But fear held him back, a voice in his head whispering of consequences, of danger. “I’m tempted, but…” Darren’s fingers faltered as he typed, the ellipsis hanging in the air like an unspoken question. He thought of his righteous upbringing, of the years spent hiding his true self, of the carefully curated life he’d built. And yet, here he was, teetering on the edge of something reckless, something exhilarating. LoyalBrother’s tone softened, just a touch, as he replied: “No pressure. But if you ever want to talk..." Darren typed back a quick "Thanks." "By the way, your pics suck," LoyalBrother messaged, "If you ever want better pics taken, I’m a pretty good amateur photographer.” The offer was casual, almost offhand, but Darren sensed an underlying intent. It was true his pictures sucked. He had done his best to take them on his own in a mirror, but there was only so much he could accomplish. On the other hand, the setup seemed bound to tempt him into sex. And Darren didn't trust himself. The most he could bring himself to say by way of reply was that he'd think about it. Darren logged off, the screen fading to black, but his mind remained alive with images of LoyalBrother’s lean face, his body, the weight of him pressing Darren into the mattress. His hand drifted down to his cock, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers as he imagined the other guy’s hands doing the same. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold—LoyalBrother’s raw heat filling him, the forbidden thrill of bare skin against bare skin, the unspoken longing for something more. His breath quickened as he stroked himself, his thoughts a tangled mess of desire and danger. He imagined LoyalBrother’s lips brushing against his ear, whispering filthy promises, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he thrust deep inside him. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that left Darren trembling. As he neared the edge, his mind lingered on the line between fantasy and reality, on the quiet ache of what could be. He thought of the unspoken power dynamics that had drawn him in, of the raw, unfiltered hunger that had awakened within him. And then, with a ragged gasp, he came, his release a messy, desperate spill into his hand. The room was silent afterward, the only sound Darren’s heavy breathing as he lay back against the couch, his heart still pounding. His mind was a blur of emotions—regret, longing, excitement—but beneath it all was a quiet, unspoken truth. He wanted more. Not just the fantasy, not just the thrill of danger, but something deeper, something real. The laptop sat closed on the coffee table, Randy’s profile a ghost in the machine. Darren’s hand rested on his chest, his fingers tracing the faint outline of his heartbeat. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a reminder of the world beyond his apartment walls. Darren took a deep breath, his thoughts lingering on the offer, on the unspoken promise of connection. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he allowed himself to linger in the ache of what could be, the quiet, unspoken longing for something more.

Most of my girlfriends in my younger days were skinny, but there’s always been something about fat sluts that drew me in, especially the bold, curvy ones with big tits. One of the first girls who let me stick my cock into her pussy as a teen, like really, not just kissing and fondling, was a trashy fat girl from the projects on the other side of town. Down by the little wooded area; we were 13. In 2006, I hit up the local mall to grab a bottle of perfume for my mom’s birthday. A short, curvy blonde with massive tits at the Chanel counter helped me pick out a $100 fragrance. She wasn’t huge, maybe 190 lbs. at 5’3”, but had a pretty face and a killer hourglass figure for her size. Early 30s, clearly single. On a whim, I asked her out. We met at a nearby bar, and things clicked fast. After some drinks, we headed to my place. Everything was smooth, and after a glass of wine, I leaned in and kissed her, feeling the heat between us. Her name was Jenna. I popped open her blouse, her huge tits spilling out, while I slid her shorts aside and started fingering her pussy. Two minutes in, I slid my cock into her wet cunt, and she didn’t mention a condom. She had one of those thick gashes where the inner labia stay hidden unless you spread her outer lips. Five minutes later, she came hard, and I nutted in her. In the weeks that followed, Jenna and I fucked a few times at my place, and then I started visiting her small apartment. One time, when I went down on her, I could taste another man’s cum in her snatch. I’ve always been into fucking pre-filled women—promiscuous sluts or prostitutes who let their Johns go bare and “forgot” to clean up. It got me rock hard. I’m not usually a stalker, but one day I parked across from her apartment in a strip mall lot to see who else was fucking her. In three hours, two guys went in and out of her place. My cock was throbbing, so I called her to ask if I could come over. Sure enough, her pussy was well-used again, but I kept quiet. Over the next few weeks, I learned she was fucking four other guys besides me. One day, I brought up her cum-filled pussy, hinting I was into sluts. To my shock, she denied it all, insisting she wasn’t a slut. We played that game for another three months. Then I suggested we hit a swinger’s club in Tampa, just to watch and grab a drink. She was game, and it was a hit. At first, Jenna was standoffish, sipping at the bar and observing. After three glasses of wine, she was ready to head to a playroom in the back. Four guys fucked her that night, none with a condom. One was old and butt-ugly, but she let him pound her anyway. I played it smart, staying away from other women to show her she was the hottest woman in the club. I just egged on her sluttiness, avoiding any jealousy bullshit on the first night. As soon as we got home, I eagerly licked her dirty cunt clean and fucked her, whispering how much she turned me on. It took three more trips to the club and her taking roughly a dozen bare cocks before she finally admitted, with a shy grin, that she was indeed a slut—or, as she put it, a girl who loved cocks. After six months of my encouragement, Jenna’s confidence soared, and she confessed that getting fucked was her true craving, estimating she’d been with hundreds of men since her teens. I’d found a genuine nymphomaniac. We visited more swinger’s clubs and then Club Hedonism in Jamaica, where she took dozens of cocks over four days, never bothering with condoms. One Friday night, I brought her to the Playhouse in Tampa, a gritty, dark adult theater. I felt uneasy—the place was raw, cheap, and filled with odd characters. Another couple was there: Sharon, a short, heavy, middle-aged woman who let anyone fuck her, no questions asked. I vaguely recalled sticking my cock into her once before during a solo visit. She wasn’t pretty but was a notorious Tampa theater slut wife. They were originally from Jacksonville but came down to Tampa once a month to hit the theaters. Jenna observed for a bit, then bent over a seat, letting at least six guys cum in her. I chatted with Sharon’s husband, and we agreed to hit a bar together. Jenna and Sharon clicked instantly, so we planned to meet again at the theater a month later and head to a motel afterward. Jenna and I talked dirty all the time, fantasizing about her being a full-time fuck slut, taking half a dozen cocks daily and drowning in loads of cum. Jenna was obsessed with cum—swallowing it down or getting it pumped deep into her hole. One day, while visiting relatives in Pennsylvania, we went for a walk and passed a small forest near a high school. A young couple bolted out of the bushes when they saw us coming, clearly high school kids who’d been messing around. We checked out the spot they’d left and found a used condom. I poured the cum into Jenna’s spread-open cunt and fucked her hard while she sucked on the used rubber in her mouth. I was constantly rock-hard thinking about what a filthy cum dump she was. Then, she took the bareback pledge, promising that she would only fuck without condom, and when, for some reason, a guy slid it in with a rubber, she’d try to either pull it off or sabotage it. It was hot, and I was soon hooked on her fat gash. Less than a year into dating, I proposed, and we got married. Jenna moved in with me, and I got her a second cellphone to post ads for her, mostly on Craigslist, which was fine back then. She quickly built a massive following of guys, many of them married, who used her as a cum dump before or after work. We kept a steady list of about 45 men at hand. Fucking married guys got her off hard, knowing they picked her over their wives and would go home to screw their wives’ pussies with her juices still on their dicks. Jenna also met guys at a local motel or, once they were regulars, at our place, fucking them in our bed. She worked part-time, but Tuesdays and Thursdays were whore days—sometimes she took one or two guys, other days up to six. She never charged, but kept a tip jar by the bed. Most guys tossed in something—some just five bucks, others $20, occasionally $50 or $100. It added up. By month’s end, she often matched her job earnings, so she cut work to two days and fucked three days a week. Living in Florida’s heat, she was usually naked at home, answering the door in just flip-flops with her massive tits jiggling as she let men in. I vetted the guys, weeding out weirdos and strict condom users from the start. Jenna wanted men who’d shove their cocks in her pussy and dump their loads right away. As a true cum dump, she wasn’t into long, tender foreplay—she got off on taking load after load. Some guys, like me, loved fucking a pre-filled pussy. For them, we had a system: they’d wait in their car while she had a visitor, then, when the first guy left, she’d stay in bed, legs spread, pussy still dripping. The next guy would come in, drop his pants, and fuck her freshly-filled hole. Some condom users slipped through, though. Weirdly, most insisted on rubbers the first or second time but eventually ditched them. Jenna lied her ass off, telling them she never fucked bare except for them because they were “special.” Total bullshit—she let any cock nut in her, no questions asked. Then, she had several men who were single, and she visited those at home. It made me rock hard knowing that my wife was out there being used, and I couldn’t wait for her to come home with a full pussy. There is something about fucking a freshly-used woman, licking her filled fuck hole clean and sliding your cock in her, knowing that she’d just taken a load from another man. One thing became almost a ritual. When she was out fucking bareback I sat at home and edged until I almost got blue balls. When she came home in the evening from a motel fuck, I would often lay down on the floor while she would squat over me, letting me lick her dirty hole clean, or sometimes, we’d do 69, with her pushing a load into my mouth and I nutting in hers. Jenna became really good at retaining a load up inside her and pushing it out of her fat snatch when she felt my tongue in her. Then, we’d go into the bedroom and fuck. I can normally fuck for hours, but I often was so horny that I just dumped my load into her after a minute. She liked that. For her it was being used as a cum dump. It happened a lot. I ate probably 200-250 cream pies during our marriage. There were months when I didn’t fuck my wife a single time without her having already a load of strange cum in her. Jenna wasn’t entirely free of hang-ups. She’d only do anal when she was completely shitfaced drunk, which wasn’t often. In our decade together, I got to fuck her in the ass maybe eight times, if that. She’d never let strangers near her ass, but we did a DP once, with me in her backdoor. She also was possessive as hell, so I steered clear of other women, except for married or attached cum sluts. Those weren’t a threat. Early on, I regularly banged Sharon, that fat cum dump, but over time we met plenty of other couples where the women were just as cum-hungry. Traveling overseas for work a lot meant we hooked up with some of Europe’s biggest cum dumps, too. Jenna was cool with me fucking them—she didn’t see those women as threats since they were all locked down in relationships. We had some wild times with other couples. One nasty-ass night in LA stands out. We visited Tom and Hayley in Ventura. Hayley was into getting railed by homeless guys—both her pussy and ass. They knew all the local camps in LA. We rolled up, and it got real. Jenna took two homeless cocks bareback in a tent like it was nothing. I fucked her full pussy after, and she squirted. In Berlin, Germany, we met Laura and Phil, a couple with some wild tastes. Laura was obsessed with black cocks and getting whored out to Arab guys, mostly refugees. They were tight with a dude who owned a warehouse next to a refugee shelter in Berlin, where they set up a monthly line-up fuck. Laura would strip naked, sprawl out on a table, and 20-30 Arab, Middle Eastern, and North African guys would line up to fuck her raw. Condoms? Didn’t seem like anyone there had even heard of them. We watched a video of one of these events at their place. One Saturday night, Jenna got her own table next to Laura and took 22 refugee cocks bare—mostly middle-aged dudes, but some looked over 60, others barely out of their teens. These guys weren’t there to make love; they just wanted to dump their loads fast. Nobody lasted more than three minutes. By the end of the night, there were two sticky puddles of cum pooling under the tables. Jenna fucking loved it, so we went back for round two. That second night, I got lucky and slid my cock into Laura’s well-used hole. We hooked up with a fancy-ass couple in Atlanta—Jenny, a slim, fit blonde, maybe 125 lbs., short hair, size 4-6 tops, and her husband. They were theater regulars but always chasing nastier thrills. With them, we hit up a crack house in an Atlanta suburb on a Saturday night. In a dark backroom, there was a nasty mattress where both women lay side by side, taking cock. Unlike Jenna, Jenny was all about anal. Her husband egged guys on to pound her ass, and plenty did. One black dude, skinny as hell—his ass could’ve fit in my hand—had a monster cock, at least 12 inches and thick as a wrist. He went straight for Jen’s asshole. I winced watching him shove it in; her ass was already slick, at least four guys had nutted in it. I thought she’d bail, but she took it like a pro, her tiny frame arching as he dumped his load in her ass. We stumbled out in the early morning after I fucked Jen’s cum-filled, stretched-out asshole—felt like a loose pussy—and her husband banged Jenna. Jenna reckoned she took 25 cocks that night: Black, Latino, white tweakers, you name it. I lost count somewhere. Jenna and I had our share of spats, sometimes over dumb shit. There was her refusal to do anal, of course. The thought of her taking random cocks bare in the ass got me rock hard, and at times, I got pushy about it. It was a mistake, I admit that. I should have respected her boundaries from the start. It wasn’t worth the bad vibes. One fight opened a wild new door for me. She got pissed, saying I didn’t give a fuck about her, pointing out she was taking huge risks being such a slut, always fucking bareback, while I played it safe. Truth was, I wasn’t exactly playing it safe. I was banging the town’s biggest whore—my wife—damn near every day, and I steered clear of other chicks because Jenna had a jealous streak. I would have gladly put my bare cock into some drug hookers or cheating wives. When I did fuck another woman, it was at parties where most were cum dumps, often married or in solid relationships, so Jenna didn’t feel threatened. I shot back that I’d be willing to take bigger risks if I had a pussy. She smirked and said, “Go for it, I’ve always wanted to see my man take a cock.” I was floored. She admitted, kind of sheepishly, that watching guys fuck guys got her wet, and she’d watch some gay porn now and then. That was a shock. Long story short, I half-assed promised I’d try taking a dick up the ass. We started with pegging—her with a strap-on, me on my back. At first, I wasn’t thrilled. She’d stand there, her big tits bouncing, fucking my ass with small dildos while jerking me off. She called it “milking,” and damn, she was good at it. One time, she accidentally hit my prostate with the strap-on’s tip, and I exploded—cum gushing out three times my usual load. We chased that prostate high, but it was hit or miss. Still, I started craving her fucking my ass while milking my cock. The strap-ons got bigger—after a year, I was taking 2-inch-wide, 10-inch-long cocks like a champ. She’d rim me, then pound me while stroking me off, and I got hooked on those prostate orgasms. I hoped she’d forgotten about the adult theater shit, but no such luck. Since I’d promised to try bare, male cock at one, we hit up the Playhouse, which had a gay/bi section and theater. My asshole was lubed and ready. We went to a gloryhole room, and I backed my ass up to the hole while she wanked my cock. Didn’t take long before a decent-sized dick slid into my asshole, no resistance. Jenna got down, sucking me off while I took three bare cocks up the ass. At first, it was her excited eyes that got me going, but the thrill of anonymous, high-risk gay and bi cocks unloading in me made me blow a massive load in her mouth. We switched to the straight section, where Jenna took about six cocks. It was weird knowing I had three loads in my ass. We went home and fucked like crazy. We kept this up, hitting theater gloryholes now and then, and doing the strap-on thing at least weekly. My asshole stretched wider. We’d go to the Playhouse or Fantasyland monthly for straight play—Jenna taking 10-15 cocks through the gloryhole, often squatting over me after, so I could lick her cum-filled pussy clean. Every couple of months, we’d hit the gay section after, where I’d take cocks up the ass while she sucked me off. She fucking loved it, I could tell. She started calling my asshole shit like “man-cunt” and “ass-pussy.” On other weekends, we’d either go to parties or host our own bareback fuck-fests with another couple. Tampa was crawling with cum sluts throwing wild parties back then—Delta Dawn, Redhead in Heat, Phoenix Blaque, Swinging Granny, you name it. The numbers racked up fast. After two years, Jenna had taken 1,000 bare cocks. We only counted the ones that actually fucked her pussy—blowjobs, oral, and hand jobs didn’t make the cut. Even though I never directly messed with a guy, I’d slurped a shit-ton of loads out of my wife’s thick pussy. And through the gloryhole, I probably took over 25 different dicks up my ass during our marriage. It is weird. In the beginning, I hated male cum and I found the taste repulsive, even if it was mixed with pussy juice. Eventually, I got addicted to it and I could not wait for my wife to come home with a strange load up inside her, so I could slurp it out. We caught STDs, too. We had the clap twice, one time Jenna came down with it and I fucked her anyway, and caught it too. The second time it wasn’t quite clear who caught it first. It might have been me after fucking a drug slut. Jenna had Herpes but she likely got it as a teen ago from an ex-boyfriend. She had two breakouts while we were together and we fantasized about STD-spreading, but that’s another story… I never caught it. Like with every good thing, there was an end. Jenna and I split up after a decade of marriage. It wasn’t a nasty divorce, but she had some family stuff that made her want to change her lifestyle. I understand why she did what she did, but I am just unable to be with a woman who is not promiscuous. I accepted it, though, and we got a divorce. I still believe that being married to a cum slut or a prostitute can be extremely fulfilling. They are out there, women like Jenna, but not all are datable or even marriage material. Over the years, I’ve met meth broads, which are great to fuck, dysfunctional stoners, alcoholics, kleptomaniac thieves, and far-gone mad bitches where you have to sleep with one eye open. They can be great for sex but not for a relationship. I also liked to fuck old, used up bitches and ex hookers, like 55+, especially when they still dress like teeny boppers and are sending out the right signals. Knowing that a woman probably has taken thousands of cocks always makes me hard, especially if they don’t even ask for a condom. This tells you that they went bareback all their lives. There are sluts who fuck a lot but only with a rubber. For me, this is a big turn off. I just can’t… After breaking up with Jenna, I’ve travelled to Asia a lot and barebacked Thai hookers, even thinking about a Thai wife at some point. They’d do it, basically whatever you ask for in the lifestyle, but you never know if they are just in it to get hitched to an American or a European. I see a lot of problems in marriages and relationships of friends, colleagues, and relatives. You eventually lose interest in your woman and sex with her becomes more of a burden. You stay together because of kids, money, or society, but face it, eventually you’d rather stick your dick into the cheapest hooker or the dumbest bitch at work instead of your wife. It doesn’t have to be this way. For me, a woman doesn’t have to be pretty, skinny have a perfect body, etc. but it is important that she has a truly dirty mind, truly craves to be s slut, and isn’t just doing it to appease me. Knowing that my wife is a total cock sleeve and a cum toilet for any cock keeps my own cock hard and keeps me sexually interested in her. The problem with cum sluts is to find a good one, one that is crazy enough to let anything with a cock fuck her bare, but is still mentally sane, is not on heavy drugs, and is not a total basket case. And yes, most of those are taken.

The "How did you get it?" question irks me because it really isn't anyone else's business other than trusted lovers and other fetishists, real talk. I obviously got it from sex, but people expect my visibly disabled ass to be celibate.

An ex (open relationship since we lived in different states) played with a dom Japanese top on one of his work trips. In the one session, the top worked over the ex's nipples to the point where they both scabbed over. Once healed from the scabs his nipples were super sensitive. You may be like me. I freely admit to being a wimp when it comes to self-inflicted pain. But I have a much higher tolerance when other people try to inflict pain upon me. I go to that "I'll be damned if I give you the satisfaction" place... 😜

I guess you could say I had four “firsts” Fantasy (clearly I was a late bloomer compared with all of you who started so early) ..my first boy friend was back home the summer out of college (1977) very vanilla- I was a bottom and he spent the summer fucking me … in the fall I moved to Boston - but we stayed in touch … phone calls … I guess this is how I started my thing with phone sex … a lot of times kind of late after I had had a drink or two… and I am not sure where it came from (maybe the need for phone sex to be a bit more extreme than physical sex) I started begging him to piss on me Just over the phone … never did anything for real … until…. Taking it In The Ass skip forward to the mid 90s at the Ramrod (Bostons leather bar) get picked up by this guy (I remember he worked for Tiffany’s… in their display department… and he was in town helping yo open a new store) who takes me back to his hotel room ( side bar …. Any conversations on here about hotel sex??? I love it … had a good streak going for awhile in my younger days …was hoping to trick in every hotel in Boston) anyway .. it was hot - the guy fucked me (raw … didn’t ask just did it) and then kept his dick inside me and then (also without asking) started pissing up my ass - it made me feel like a total faggot bitch….. I loved it Drinking It /Feeding It A year or two latter …. Hooked up with this cute younger guy ( grad student… at Harvard Divinity School) at a show tunes bar in Bay Village - not sure how it came up …. But I remember driving back to my place and really needed to piss …. So he leans over … takes my dick out and I piss down his throat while I am driving ….. we get to my place … strip down and get in the shower - spent the next hour or so drinking each others piss (before I took him to bed and fucked him…. It was really hot Pissing IN An Ass Several years later- met a guy on line (Recon I think) and arrange to go to his place … about 1-1/2 hours away…. I polish off about a liter of Diet Coke on my way down (I find Diet Coke great for WS as it goes through my bladder pretty quick) Get there and he is on his knees In his front hall … “naked” - save for a hood … collar, and wrist restraints he drinks a bit “straight from the tap” and then I lead him too his bedroom… tie his wrists to his headboard - and get a bit rough with him. …. Then give him a nice long fuck … and after cuming in him. … let the plumbing switch over, as it were, and then empty my very full bladder into him OMG … it was Amazing!!! It felt like I was cumming the whole time I was pissing in his ass … and as I had a very full bladder … it felt like this two minute orgasm ( what I would give to experience that again) Pity it’s hard to find guys into WS here in Boston

Alright you all wanted it, so heres a short part two, from the hubbys perspective. Wasnt exactly sure on how to write this but hey heres to trying Part 2, The Hubby Today's the day, we've talked about it for a while now. Today we make it reality, unfortunately I have to work but realistically it just adds to the fantasy. He's gonna go to the spot we talked about, it's in a run down part of town, hardly anyone goes there. But I hear the cruising scene is strong, at least that's what this guy told me at the bar. He was a big muscle bear type, pretty sure hes a biker from the gear he was wearing. He was completely covered in tattoos I think to add to the look hes going for, scorpions, biohazard and lots of tribal. But he was friendly enough. We met at a local gay bar known for being a bit more, well kinky. We wanted to go out get some drinks and explore our kinks a bit more. I have a thing for putting on a show, letting people see just how I own a hole. Well after we got to the bar we sat together and had some drinks, after a while he wanted to go explore the bar and I figured id just save our seat at the bar, thats when he introduced himself to me. We chit chatted some. He asked me what I was looking for here. Maybe it was me having to much to drink but I told him how im married and pointed out the husband. Told him how we want to meet up at a cruising spot to put on a show. Told him how I love being watched. This must have turned him on because he was rubbing his crotch and asking more questions. He asked if I ever let other guys fuck my man. I told him yeah, but only with protection. That it only happened a couple times. He told me that I need to let other guys breed him, that sliding into a freshly breed hole is the best feeling in the world. The drinks must be hitting me because i was instantly rock hard thinking about it. I told him that it definitely sounds hot, but he'd never go for it. He told me about a local cruising spot, that he would be willing to help make my fantasy come true. He said it's even marked on sniffies, that local bottoms always advertise when they get there, and guys come for the show. Or to breed what ever I want. "Tell you what you tell me your going and I'll make sure that you have an audience." I thought about it a bit and decided fuck it let's do it! I told him we'll be there this weekend. He handed me his number and headed out. Tho on his way out i saw him go to a couple of his buddies at least I assume they are since they have matching tattoos, and point over at my husband. Fast forward to now. I completely forgot that I had to work but figured I should be able to get out on time. So I figured fuck it let's do it. I told the husband it's a go, I told him about the spot i was told about. To post when he got there and wait for me ass up in one of the stalls and we'll put on a show. I headed to work and remembered what that guy from the bar said. So I shot him a text, saying "Hey were gonna check out that spot today, told him to wait for me ass up. That it'll make it more exciting, be on the lookout with sniffies he'll post once we're ready." "Perfect, I'll be on the lookout and let the boys know, maybe i can even pre-lube him ☣️" "Sounds hot man, I can't wait" Idk what that biohazard was about but I figured id just focus on work so I can get out on time. Hours passed I still had about an hour of work left when I got a text. "Hey me and the boys are ready, hope your serious about this" "Yeah tho it looks like I might be stuck a little late" "Don't make us wait too long, we've been needing some hole" I didn't get a chance to respond due to work getting crazy so I got back to work. I was busy for a few more hours but it finally died down enough for me to leave. I went to text my husband that I was finally ready to do it but when I checked my phone my heart sank. I had several texts. Husband: "Hey just got here, im gonna get in position for you, I even brought the cuffs to make it extra exciting see you soon ;)" Bear guy: " Hey are we still doing this?" "Did you guys flake on me?" "Oh looks like we're still on after all?" "Im lubing up your boy now where are you?" "His hole is calling my name, if you don't answer im gonna have to take care of him myself" "I see you wanna play games well I kept your boy plenty of company" Followed by a series of pictures of my husband, One of him arching his back showing off his hole, one of the bear fingering his hole with a condom covering his finger, One of my boys hole open and looked like it was dripping cum, Then one of him fucking my boy with a destroyed condom Then his hole dripping cum, with another guy pouring the contents of a used condom onto his hole "You took to long so we went ahead and put in a show for you, you better hurry up before he ends up getting gang raped" There were more pictures of random guys breeding him, most of which shared that same tattoo "Hey sorry I couldn't stay to see you but I gotta go, I went ahead and made a post for you guys on sniffies check it out 😈☣️" Followed by a link, I opened it and there was my man, bound, dripping cum, the post was asking for any guy to come breed him, to fill his hole with anon cum from the used condoms around the cruising spot. I didnt know what to think I was rock hard but also felt terrible, I rushed over to the spot. When I got there it looked busy there were people outside talking about a slut taking charged loads, that this is one hell of a conversion party. I went to walk in but there was a line, when I tried explaining I was the bottoms husband they laughed and said I married a slut, that ill still have to wait my turn. There was a guy ahead of me with a jar full of some white liquid that I could only imagine what it was, i heard him talking to his buddies about saving it for a special occasion. That they could just dip their dick in coat it in cum and use it as lube to rape the boys hole. I was sick but my dick was rock hard I was so conflicted. While I spent time debating what to do it the line was moving, before I knew it it was my turn. I saw him knelt over the toilet he looked defeated, but the sight was too hot I need to know what his hole felt like. The jar was still there tho mostly empty so I figured whats one more? I dipped my dick in lubed it up with anon cum dripping my own precum in the mix and slid in. It was the best feeling I've ever felt i didnt last long I slammed into him fucking him hard, trying my best not to make a noise, there was cum flying everywhere. Finally I breed him deep it was the best orgasm I've ever felt. I slowly pulled out and before I could even think of unlocking him the guy behind me pushed me out of the way and started raping his hole hard. He was crying into a gag but it was to hot to stop I just watched as him and 5 other guys raped his hole. I went back outside to clean myself up and gain my composure. By time I was done it was pretty empty outside of the one guy breeding him telling him how hes a dirty cum whore slut, asking how many poz loads he took. Then let out a roar breeding him yet again deep. Called him a slut again, and poured what little bit of cum was still in the yard directly into his hole and left. I didn't know what to say really or do so I just pretended to be shocked and apologized that this could of happened to him, I uncuffed him and he asked to just have some time alone and if he could just meet me at home. I agreed and went out to my car. I sent a text to the bear telling him how hot all of that was. But it's fucked up that he didnt ask for permission. He just responded with "Shut up I know you liked it. The guys were telling me how you joined in. Not to mention i got it on tape" I was shocked I didnt know what to say so I just drove home Part 3 coming possibly haha

Part 5 Phil was a real stud, a breeding stallion. Not just because he had a huge cock. He had huge, fat, plump, heavy balls dangling between his legs, tucked away in a low-hanging, enormous ball sack. His thrusts were extremely hard and fast, like a jackhammer. He kept pulling his fuck piston all the way out and before my cunt could close again, he rammed his entire length back in completely deep in one thrust. I just moaned with pleasure, pain, and endless horniness. With every thrust, he stimulated my prostate, and the pressure in my cock and especially in my balls grew stronger and stronger, and soon I felt like my balls were about to burst. Yes, my cock had been sealed so well that every drop of precum that was fucked out of my prostate stayed inside me. With every minute of the brutal fucking, the pressure in my balls and inside my cock became more unbearable. Phil noticed this, grinned broadly, and simply said "I think your prostate is juicing too much. You still have to learn to control yourself, you little pig. No one is interested in your useless and worthless cum and precum. Every drop that would run out of your boyclit would be a source of pleasure for you, and you don't deserve that! Your prostate probably needs a special program!" He changed his thrusts so that he was no longer fucking me deeply. He placed his glans and his fat PA directly on my prostate and moved back and forth on it, applying a lot of pressure. I moaned, whimpered, and then screamed after a few minutes, "My balls are bursting, please let me cum, release the pressure!" In the background, I heard the master say to Mike, "Let's show the new bitch once and for all that this isn't about her pleasure and satisfaction. She's only there to satisfy the lust of alpha males, just fuck meat, just a cumdump for bull sperm. Get the ball crusher and the bull semen extractor." A little later, I felt someone fiddling with my balls, and then, "Ahhhhhh," the pressure got worse and worse. "Squeeze them nice and tight," the Master shouted to Mike, who screwed the ball press tighter and tighter. "Ahhhhh, mercy," I cried, my balls already extremely flattened, "Please, they're going to burst any second." "Three more turns," ordered the Master, "as long as the bitch can still beg, the balls aren't flat enough yet." With each turn, the pain became unbearable. Now I could only moan. The Master said to Phil, "Massage his prostate for another 10 minutes so that the pressure in his balls increases even more. Then we'll use the bull semen extractor." The next 10 minutes felt like hours. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment. The pressure in my balls went up and up and up. Finally, the huge cock was pulled out of my cunt. Just a few moments later, a long, thick metal rod was inserted into me. When the tip of the rod was right on my prostate, the rod was not inserted any further. I felt the immense pressure and moaned loudly again. "So, you pig. You will now learn that any form of relief, whether for your balls or your prostate, will always be accompanied by pain, and sooner or later your body will want to avoid this, and you will no longer be able to spray your useless and completely worthless slave sperm or precum in any way!" "I'm going to press the trigger right now, and you're going to feel like your balls are starting to boil. But the electric shock will only irritate your prostate so much that it and your balls will contract extremely, and you'll want to squirt your useless cum out of you without any orgasm, without any feeling of happiness, and without any relief." The Master grinned particularly nastily. "But that won't work because your clit is plugged and tightly sealed. Every drop will therefore be pushed directly into your bladder, the trash can for your worthless cum!" No sooner had the master finished his sentence than I felt like someone was driving a big truck right over my balls. I felt my cum making its way out of my balls. It must have been under a lot of pressure. I screamed like I was being spit-roasted, but the cum mercilessly made its way from my balls into my cock. But it couldn't squirt out, so the pressure was released through my urethra directly into my bladder. The whole thing was repeated three times. By the third time, I had no strength left and couldn't even manage the slightest whimper. Immediately afterwards, the bull sperm extractor was pulled out of me and Phil thrust deep into me. He fucked me like a steam hammer, completely ruthlessly. My prostate was so overstimulated that his glans and the PA felt like a pineapple. I didn't even notice that the ball crusher had been removed. I was now just a hole for this huge, fat Stallion cock. Phil fucked me faster and more brutally, if that was even possible, and then he screamed loudly, sank his cock as deep as it would go into my cunt, and pumped his load of POZ cum into me. It must have been tons of cum, because my cunt filled noticeably with each new spurt.

Dan woke up in his dimly lit apartment, the sunlight filtering through the blinds casting long shadows across the room. His body felt heavy, weighed down by a fever that had been lingering for days. A throbbing headache pulsed behind his eyes, and fatigue clung to him like a second skin. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he typed out a message to Jason. "Hey, I’m feeling worse. Fever, headache, fatigue. Could this be… you know?" The response came quickly, Jason’s casual tone belying the gravity of the situation. "Might be. I’ll come over and check you out. Stay put." Less than an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Dan dragged himself up, his body protesting every movement. He opened the door to find Jason standing there, his athletic frame filling the doorway, his brown eyes assessing Dan with a mixture of concern and something darker, something Dan couldn’t quite place. “You look like shit,” Jason said bluntly, stepping inside. “Let’s see what’s going on.” Dan sat on the edge of the bed, his body trembling with a mix of illness and anticipation. Jason knelt in front of him, his hands gently probing Dan’s lymph nodes, his touch clinical yet intimate. “Based on what you’ve told me, it’s possible,” Jason said, his voice low. “But I’d be more certain if I could… get a better look inside.” Dan’s heart raced. He knew what Jason was suggesting, and despite feeling like death, a heat stirred in his groin. “What do you mean?” Jason’s eyes locked onto Dan’s, his expression unreadable. “Your hole. If it’s as hot as I think it is, it’ll confirm my suspicion.” Dan swallowed hard, his mind racing. He was sick, vulnerable, and yet the idea of Jason’s cock inside him was undeniably arousing. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Jason nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good boy. Keep using the poppers. It’ll help.” Dan reached for the bottle of poppers on the nightstand, inhaling deeply as Jason moved behind him. He felt Jason’s hands on his hips, guiding him to his knees, his ass exposed. The room spun slightly, but the poppers sharpened his senses, heightening his awareness of Jason’s presence behind him. “Relax,” Jason murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “This won’t take long.” Dan felt Jason’s fingers press against his hole, slick with lube, slowly pushing inside. He gasped, his body tense but yielding. Jason’s touch was firm yet gentle, preparing him with deliberate care. “You’re tight,” Jason remarked, his voice thick with desire. “But you’ll take it. Won’t you?” Dan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes.” Jason stepped back momentarily, the sound of a lube bottle being opened echoing in the quiet room. Dan felt Jason’s hands on his hips again, guiding him into position. Then, he felt the head of Jason’s cock press against his entrance, thick and insistent. “Ready?” Jason asked, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” Dan whispered, his body aching with need. Jason thrust forward, his cock sliding inside Dan’s hole with a slow, deliberate motion. Dan moaned, the sensation overwhelming—a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers through his body. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained. “Just like I thought.” Dan felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. Jason began to move, his thrusts gentle but insistent, his cock filling Dan completely. “This confirms it,” Jason said, his breath hot against Dan’s neck. “You’re converting. And I’m gonna make sure you feel it.” Dan’s mind fogged with arousal, his body responding despite his illness. He felt Jason’s cock thrust deeper, the heat in his hole intensifying with every movement. “Fuck, Jason,” Dan gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take much more.” “Just a little longer,” Jason murmured, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Let me feel you take it all.” Dan clenched his fists, his body arching slightly as Jason’s cock drove into him. He felt Jason’s breath quicken, his movements becoming more frantic. “Gonna cum,” Jason groaned, his voice raw. “Gonna fill you up, boy.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jason’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jason whispered, pulling out slowly. “Now rest. You need it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jason’s hand on his shoulder, a brief moment of tenderness before Jason left the room. When Dan woke again, the sunlight had shifted, casting the room in a softer glow. He felt a presence beside him and turned to see Jimmy sitting on the edge of the bed, his green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Welcome to the club,” Jimmy said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Congratulations on your conversion.” Dan’s heart raced as he processed Jimmy’s words. “You… you knew?” Jimmy smirked. “Of course. Jason and I don’t keep secrets from each other. Especially not about this.” Dan felt a surge of arousal, his body responding despite his exhaustion. “Jimmy… I want you to… to cum in my poz hole.” Jimmy’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. “Gladly.” Jimmy moved swiftly, his hands guiding Dan back onto his knees. Dan felt Jimmy’s cock press against his hole, thick and insistent, and he gasped as it slid inside. “You’re still hot,” Jimmy remarked, his voice thick with lust. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dan moaned, his body arching slightly as Jimmy began to thrust, his cock filling him completely. “Fuck, Jimmy,” Dan gasped, his voice hoarse. “Harder.” Jimmy complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock driving into Dan’s hole with relentless intensity. Dan felt his body respond, his hole clenching around Jimmy’s cock, milking it for every drop. “Gonna cum,” Jimmy groaned, his voice strained. “Gonna mark you as mine.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jimmy’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jimmy whispered, pulling out slowly. “You’ve earned it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jimmy’s hand on his back, a brief moment of connection before Jimmy stood and left the room. Lying there, Dan felt the weight of the moment settle over him. The lines between desire, risk, and consequence had blurred, leaving him with more questions than answers. He closed his eyes, the warmth of Jimmy’s cum still pooling inside him, and let the silence envelop him. What had he become? And was it what he truly wanted? The answers would have to wait. For now, he was content to drift, his body heavy, his mind adrift in a sea of uncertainty and desire.

Dan stood in the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, his reflection in the mirror showing a mix of determination and nervousness. He took a deep breath, the cool tiles beneath his feet grounding him as he began the meticulous task of scrubbing the lining of his ass, following Jason’s instructions to the letter. Each stroke of the toothbrush was deliberate, the bristles scraping against his insides, a ritualistic preparation for what was to come. The bathroom smelled of mint and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the heady scent of poppers that would soon cloud his senses. He finished scrubbing, and snapped a picture of the toothbrush with his phone, the bristles glistening pink under the harsh bathroom light. With a tap of his thumb, he sent the photo to Jason as he had been instructed, a silent confirmation of his readiness. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, a tangible weight pressing against his chest. “You sure about this right, Dan?” Jason’s text arrived, a mix of challenge and encouragement. “Yeah,” Dan typed, despite the flutter in his chest. “I’m sure.” In truth, he was sure. He appraised himself with a certain sense of detachment. Since the last encounter with Jimmy some switch had flipped in his brain. Whether he should or not, he was going to get pozzed. There was no longer any question about it. Once that happened, anticipation had overtaken fear or shame as his primary motivator. Six weeks had gone by and it was now unlikely he was protected by his own previous PrEP or by Jason and Jimmy's meds. He was going to go over and take their toxic cum. It was as if he no longer had any choice in the matter. A little while later, Dan arrived in the apartment, the key to the locked box clutched in his hand. Jason and Jimmy were lounging on the couch, their eyes immediately locking onto him, their expressions a mix of wonder and worry. The box sat on the kitchen counter, its contents—Dan's PrEP, their meds—a reminder of how they had gotten to this point. With a smirk, he unlocked the box, tossed his own PrEP in the garbage, slammed it shut and locked it again. “I’ll never need those again,” he declared, his voice firm. “You’ll only get your meds back when I test poz.” Jason raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Bold move, Dan. You sure you’re ready for what comes next?” “I’ve never been more sure,” Dan replied, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Jimmy leaned forward, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “Then let’s make it official. Get the camera ready, Jason. We’re gonna document this transformation.” Jason nodded, grabbing the camera and setting it up on a tripod, the red recording light blinking like a malevolent eye. Dan stood in the center of the room, his body tense but willing. "Take your clothes off for us Dan," Jason said. Dan did as he was instructed as Jason and Jimmy took off what little they had been wearing and started stroking their cocks. Dan was rock hard. "Sit back on the sofa, raise your legs and show us your hole," Jimmy instructed. Dan did as he was told. He spread his cheeks, exposing his hole to the camera, the act both humiliating and exhilarating. "Tell us what you want that hole to become," Jason said. “I want this to be a poz pussy,” Dan proclaimed, his voice loud and clear. "Tell us what you're going to turn into," Jimmy uttered. Dan smirked and said, “I’m gonna be a poz slut.” The words hung in the air, a declaration of his new identity. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their smirks widening as they moved closer, their presence enveloping him like a warm, suffocating blanket. “On your knees, Dan,” Jimmy commanded, his voice rough with intent. Dan obeyed without hesitation, changing his position on the couch his eyes fixed on Jimmy’s crotch. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he stroked Jimmy's shaft, revealing his thick, uncut cockhead. Dan’s mouth watered as he leaned in, his tongue flicking over Jimmy’s balls, savoring the salty taste of his skin. "Thank Jimmy for making toxic cum in those balls Dan," Jason muttered. “Thank you,” Dan whispered, his breath hot against Jimmy’s groin. “Thank you for going toxic. Thank you for making me toxic.” Jimmy’s hand tangled in Dan’s hair, guiding his mouth to his cock. Dan sucked eagerly, his lips wrapping tightly around the shaft, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jason stood behind him, his presence a silent reminder of the role he would soon play. “Switch,” Jason ordered, his voice cutting through the haze of desire. Dan turned his attention to Jason, his mouth working just as fervently, his hands gripping Jason’s hips as he worshipped his balls and cock. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet sucking, the air thick with anticipation. Jimmy’s fingers traced down Dan’s back, lingering at his hole before pushing inside, his nails scratching the sensitive flesh raw. Dan gasped, the pain mingling with pleasure as Jason fed him poppers. As the poppers took effect, Dan's mind became a euphoric fog. Jason dropped the poppers next to Dan's hand. "You will probably need a lot of these," Jason said, "we're going to fuck you hard to make sure your ass lining is ready to accept our virus." Dan nodded. “Ready for us, Dan?” Jason asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Yes,” Dan moaned, his body aching with need. “Fuck me. Poz me. Make me toxic.” Jason and Jimmy didn’t hesitate. They took turns, their cocks thrusting into Dan’s hole with relentless force, their voices rough with intent. “We’re pozzing you, Dan,” Jimmy growled, his hips snapping forward. “You’re gonna be our poz slut.” “Yes,” Dan whimpered, his body trembling with each thrust. “More. Please, more.” At a certain point, Dan was riding Jimmy's cock cowboy style, Jimmy thrusting up as he pulled Dan's hips roughly down to meet his. As Jimmy pounded into him, Jason lined up behind, his cock pressing against Dan’s entrance. Dan’s eyes widened as he felt the stretch, his body welcoming the invasion. He had never been double penetrated before. He took a huge hit of poppers as he felt his ass stretching beyond what it had ever done. As the poppers washed over him, he found himself delighting in the pleasure of being fucked by two cocks at the same time despite the pain. It was fantastic. “Cum in me,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. “Make me toxic. Fill me with your seed.” The camera captured every moment, the red light blinking like a heartbeat. Jimmy’s grip tightened on Dan’s hip, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Jason's eyes locked onto Jimmy’s, his own breath hitching as he anticipated the moment that would change everything. Jimmy’s face contorted, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge. Dan’s heart raced, his body aching with anticipation, the tension in the room palpable. "Take my toxic cum slut," Jimmy howled, thrusting deep inside. The throbbing of Jimmy's cock triggered Jason's orgasm as well. The two tops slowly caught their breath. Jason withdrew his cock from Dan's ass and went to find an ass plug. When he returned, he slowly guided Dan off Jimmy's dick, scooped up all the cum that had fallen out back into Dan's hole and used his fingernails to rough Dan's insides up a little more. Then he slid in the plug. Dan cleaned Jimmy's and Jason's cocks in turn, noticing the metallic tang mixed with cum and ass juice, assuming this was his blood. "Have you guys ever not succeeded in pozzing someone after this stage?" he asked. "No," Jason smiled, "we've been 100% successful. Sometimes it takes a month or two, but we'll get you there Dan, we'll get you there." The three of them made out for a while as Jason and Jimmy ran their hands over Dan's body. Dan felt strangely at peace with himself, waiting for what was to come.

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

Hey everyone heres another short story based on a fantasy of mine. Sorry for any grammar issues as it's not my strong suit lol. Hopefully you like it! CRUISING SPOT MISTAKE So me and the hubby were looking to experiment with some kinks, and have some public play ideally with a small crowd. So we decided we would look up some popular cruise spots on sniffies. We figured I would go get in position and send him a text letting him know im ready. Then id announce on sniffies that im there looking for a top. Well some weeks later were both feeling very horny as sexually frustrated so we figure today's the day. It was later in the afternoon and the sun was starting to go down. So I headed to the busiest cruising spot around. A park bathroom in a bad part of town. When I got there I could tell just how popular it really was even if it did look very sketchy. Once you walked in you were hit with a mix of smells. Cum, sex, and piss filled the air. Not my ideal scene but it fit the fantasy perfectly. You can see a few used condoms scattered around so I was sure it was active enough to get at least one spectator. So I went to the furthest stall which was a very spacious handicap stall. When I walked in I saw thats where all the main action happened. There were used condoms everywhere, even a pile next to the toilet. I thought, Damn this place is sketchy. All the better for the fantasy it was really putting me in the mood. I went ahead and put the bottle of lube next to the toilet, and started to strip down until I was in nothing but my jock and tank top. I put the rest of my clothes in my back pack and grabbed out a bandana for a blindfold and cuffs for some extra fun. I love the feeling of not having control haha. It was time for the hubby to get off work so I sent him the address. I went on sniffies and announced that I was there, even wrote a quick message saying I was in the furthest stall waiting for a top. Then I tied my blind fold, grabbed my cuffs and threw the keys next to the lube, and tucked my phone away. Then I cuffed my hands around the toilets so I was stuck in a position where my ass was exposed and waited. I felt a little silly thinking I probably should of waited for him to say hes on his way so I wasn't stuck in the position for so long, I couldn't undo the cuffs by myself, I needed the keys. It felt like forever had passed Then I heard the door, followed by footsteps, my heart was racing were really doing this! The stall door opened and I arched my back giving perfect view of my hole. Then I felt a finger rub my hole, followed by some spit that hit it's mark square on. "Oh hes really getting into this, thats new for him." I thought. Then I heard him reach over for the lube (or so I thought). Then I felt the cold feeling of lube running over my hole. I let out a soft fuck and a moan. Then I felt a massive finger pushing the lube in. "You like that slut?" My heart sank, I didn't recognize this voice at all. Did someone beat my hubby here!? "Wait who are you? I was actually waiting for someone. Sorry man." "Shhhh I'll keep you company until he gets here, besides Im just getting you nice a lubed up, nothing like some special lube to get the mood going" Special lube? I only brought a basic bottle. I had no idea that he was fingering in cum from the used condoms sitting around. Then I felt more "lube" being poured on my hole, followed by his finger again. "Fuck this hole is nice man idk if I'll be able to wait, and it doesn'ta⁹ look like your in any position to go anywhere" "Hey I appreciate you lubing me up but im actually waiting for my husband, we have this kink of being watched by other guys ya know" I was trying my hardest to fight back my moans. I thought my pleading worked because I heard him step away but he came right back over then I felt something under my nose "Sniff boy" Idk why maybe it was the tone and authority in his voice but I did what he said and inhaled. It was poppers and my head was started to race and feel fuzzy "Again" He repeated this a good 5 -10 times i was so out of it. Then I felt more lube being poured on my hole, followed by that massive finger again, except this time it didn't feel so rough and felt alot warmer and was as thick as a soda can. He was stretching me out. "Fuck your fingers are huge man. I think we're good to wait now." He didnt say a word just put the bottle under my nose again, j kew the drill so I inhaled deep and as I did he shoved himself in balls deep hard, I felt his balls slap mine and his pubes pressed firmly against me "Who said anything about fingers?" I screamed out, asking him to take it out even with the poppers it was alot to take, but it just turned him on more. And he really started to rape my hole hard! "Im gonna open this hole up nice and good for him, make him take my sloppy seconds, this ass is just too good boy" He was raping my ass hard I couldn't even manage a clear sentence, I was just crying and screaming out. I thought it worked for a second because he pulled out, but my hopes were quickly dashed. "Tell you what boy, tell me that you want that hole slutted out. I love a good slut hole so if you do that I finish up quick and I can go." My head was flying from the poppers and the pain that I didnt even hear the beep from his camera. I really didnt want to do this with a stranger especially one that I wasn't sure was even wearing a condom. So I thought about it some and gave in. But I had to make sure he at least used protection I didnt want to take any anon loads. (I had no idea he already put several in me already) "Please sir slut out my hole, but please use condoms sir. I always play safe" "Of course boy. I've already gone thru a few" Thank God I thought, he was using protection. I had no idea he meant he was using the cum from the discarded condoms. Then I felt him tie some kind of cloth around my moth as a gag, and a second tied over my nose doused in poppers so I was forced to constantly inhale them. Next I felt more lube being added and I heard the snap of a condom. Id find out later that he poured the cum on my hole again which was now slightly gaping so majority just fell straight into me. He also broke the condom rolled it the base and used it as a cock ring. He plowed right back into me hard slamming as deep as he could, it was getting alot easier to take him. I was fighting back moans. "Fuck yeah baby, im gonna really charge up this hole good, fucking slut" His speed was increasing and his thrusts deeper. "Fuck yeah baby here it comes, gonna make you mine" He slammed deep and I could feel his cock pulse shooting wave after wave of cum into my hole. I thought he filled the condom but in reality he breed me deep. He slowly pulled out and I could feel what I thought was lube running down my balls and down my legs. "Damn that hole was amazing, your not tight anymore boy." I was still trying to recover and didnt hear the shutter noises from him taking pictures. At the same time I heard the bathroom door open again. Did the hubby finally make it? "Damn his hole is wrecked, he still taking dick?" It wasn't him, it was another stranger wanting to fuck me. What's going on here. "Yeah told me he wanted to get his hole slutted out, but he wants condoms so here" He handed the second guy a used rubber and gave a wink. "OH hes a slut!" I heard the sound of the condom being rolled over followed by a snap. He put the used condom on and snapped the tip, rolled it down his base like the guy before. Lubing his dick with anon cum and diving straight into my hole. "Fuckkkk hes so lose, and slick this feels amazing! Your doing so good baby " He was slamming into me so fast and hard it didnt take him long before he came. "Take this nutt baby . . . Fuckkkk" He gave a few more thrusts and pulled out once again giving me a feeling of lube running down my leg. "That ass is nice, you ever come here again you let me know" He pulled up his pants thru the tattered condom on my back and left. "Well I can't keep you company either but I love the gag and poppers for you as a gift" He took the pooper rag he had on my face and refreshed it. I was once again soaring. I heard him rummaging by the door, I had no idea he was setting up his go pro. "You did such a good job taking him, you made me horny again, figure I'll give you one more fuck before I head out. Gives me time to get this post going for you." With that he shoved in balls deep again, I already forgot how thick he was and let out a yelp. But it was surprisingly alot easier to take him this time, it felt like he was gliding in and out of my hole. I was moaning before I even realized. "Fuckkkk here you go baby! Im gonna Nutt!" I felt him pulsing again I felt so full I couldn't explain it. "Fuck boy your nice and lubed now haha. Ill see you around. Don't worry I'll made a post for you so you can still get that ass slutted. Ill see you around." I heard him grab the keys from by the lube. "You wont be needing these for some time" He took the keys leaving me bound there. I started to fight the restraints some, what does he mean he made a post, where's my husband I need to get out of here. But won't have time to think about any of that. I heard the door open again and talking, guys talking with each other about how much of a slut I am. How they bet im just a stupid cumslut faggot and continued taking turns raping my hole leaving a tattered condom on my back each time as a signal to the next. I lost track of how many times I got fucked some of them went more than once. I heard some of them talking about how im gonna be pregnant by the time I leave which confused me since they were using condoms. Eventually I heard a guy asking if there's still any condoms, and another saying just a couple by the door to the bathroom. After those were spent and they couldn't find anymore they just started fucking me raw, cheering each other on to breed me. I couldn't believe this was happening, all I could do was moan, the poppers and lube they used just made it all feel too good. I couldn't even focus on their new chants of "pozz the faggot" "charge him up" "stupid pozzed up slut". It started to die down there were just a few guys left, "damn such a slut" "stupid cum slut" "breed that bitch". I was so tired by that point I just wanted to go home. Eventually one of the last guys entered me and maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt familiar even the grunts sounded familiar. I was hoping it was my husband that he was there, he always has a spare to the cuffs just in case. But eventually he came too and left me there alone. A few minutes later when the bathroom was cleared out I heard him walk in. He emidiatly sounded concerned asking if I was okay, apologizing that he got held up at work for a few hours. That hes so sorry it happened. He uncuffed me removed the blind fold, gag, and poppers rag. I was able to see again for the first time in hours. I could feel cum just pouring out of me. I looked down to see the lube untouched but I couldn't see any of the used condoms. I didnt have the energy to think about it either. I grabbed my things and got dressed, there was a instant wet spot of cum in my shorts. I was so embarrassed. I went to my car told the hubby I would meet him at home. When I opened my phone I could see sniffies was still open. On the cruising spot it looked like a new profile with 3 pictures of me tied to the toilet, 1st was of my hole gaping leaking cum, 2nd with a dick wearing a condom around the base, third was a used condom being poured in my hole. Saying "feeling slutty, cum breed my hole, all loads welcome, just help me with my kink and grab a used condom to use on me before breeding me. Im trying to get every load I can send a picture to me when the deed is done" I was in shock. I went home in disbelief, did this really happen to me? Then I got a message on sniffies from a anon profile. "Hey hope you had fun, here's something to remember the night with" followed by pictures of me being breed by all kinds of different men. Then came a link it took me to a video. It started with me asking the guy to slut out my hole and him agreeing then a angled view of me taking load after load you could see the cum pouring from me. What shocked me most was the third to last guy to breed me was my husband. He found me and you could see the shock on his face but then he breed me and waited watching the rest before acting surprised. I didnt know what to think . . . But at the same time im rock hard watching. The end? also first time trying to provide a visual aid, i know they dont 100% match the story but

Like all folks on here, we like it raw. Well last night, I hopped on Sniffies, found a nice black btm boy at UC who was in the mood. Sadly, when I arrived, he handed me a rubber and bent over. Immediately I was turned off but I was horny and respected his wishes. I reluctantly slid the rubber on, spat on his hole and lined my cock up to his hole. He Immediately tensed up asking for lube to which I responded " I don't bring lube since I normally fuck raw and spit or cum is all you need" and then I plunged in. Yeah, I prolly hurt him (bot that I cared too much seeing that that I was asked to wear a rubber) but after about 30 seconds and pulling out, he reached back and "we good if I take this off?". I of course was happy to oblige (.ostly bc the rubber snapped when I first put my cock in) and dumped a load in his ass a few minutes later. I know I did some damage but like a good boy. He cleaned my cock and balls. He also asked for another round if I promised to be just as rough...

I have a friend who says that once a guy starts doing bareback there is almost no going back. He also says that once a guy starts allowing guys to cum in him (and then absorbs that cum as opposed to pushing it out) that it changes him to want cum more and more with each load. I can arrest to both of those being true, at least, for me. He also believes that there is a chemical component in poz cum that, when absorbed, rewrites the bottom's DNA and creates the desire for more poz cum. This happens even if the bottom doesn't convert to HIV positive because the virus is simply opening him up to continued exposure until the inevitable finally happens. The theory is that the virus subtly rewrites the bottom's DNA to strongly desire it and this is how the virus ensures that the bottom will continue to take those loads until he too is converted. Once converted, the virus creates the desire to breed others to continue to pass the virus on. (Google "zombie ant fungus" to see how this occurs in nature.) In a way, this all makes perfect sense because the HIV virus, like every living thing, wants to live and propagate. I guess the lesson here is, if you want to remain HIV negative, don't start down this road but I'm guessing that it's probably too late for many of us here. Do you think there is any merit to this theory?

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!

NOTE: This is fiction. It did not and has not happened. All characters are fictional, except maybe myself. I think I am real. I hope that this is how my neg bottom will be pozzed some day, soon. This is my first story and i sincerely hope that i do not accidentally violate any rules. I have read the rules and I think it is OK. This story has some graphic language and personal slurs. The door to my hotel room was ajar, just as he directed. The room was dark and I was naked with my ass up on the bed. A lamp was on in one corner of the room with a towel over it to diffuse the light. My hole was as clean as i could make it and ready for the expected gift. My breeder had texted me from the hotel lobby that he was on his way up to my room. I was ready, but I was nervous. Yet I was excited too. How did I get here? We connected on BZ. It was clear that this was the high viral load, med resistant HIV+ and full blown AIDS breeder that I had been seeking. He was willing to gift me. We exchanged medical reports, he wanted to ensure that I was truly NEG and I wanted proof of his claimed 2.1 million viral load. I traveled just to be bred by his toxic cock. I had seen pictures of him and I wanted to worship his death stick before it plunged deep into my most private places seeding me with his toxic death. He was my executioner. I had no plans to go on meds. I wanted AIDS. I wanted to share it widely once I was fully toxic. But first, I needed him to breed me deeply. I heard the door slowly open and then close. I snapped back into the present. I wanted to look, but knew I shouldn’t. He said, “Good faggot! I hope you are ready because I have not cum in five days and you are going to get the most toxic load I have ever shot.” I heard him take off his clothes. and shuffle over to me. He roughly stuck a finger into my hole and spun it around. I could feel his fingernail cutting into my tissue. I stopped breathing and held my breath knowing that this would make the virus he carried more likely to infect and then ultimately kill me. “Say it,” he said. “Give me AIDS,” I quickly replied. I had been prepared for him to ask that question. With that he stooped over and began to rim my clean ass deeply. “MMMM, perfect. You are clean and properly prepared to receive my gift,” he uttered. It felt good to have his tongue so deeply inside of me. I knew his cock would soon be delivering its special load of death to me. He grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a nasty twist. My precum was flowing copiously. He took some of my precum and wiped it on my hole. “Suck me,” he commanded. I had been waiting. I wanted to worship the instrument that was going to infuse death into my body. It was the executioner’s tool, as lethal as the guillotine, the axe blade or the scimitar; only this death would take longer to consummate. I would have a lot of time to reflect upon my decision and the chain of events which led me here. I eagerly took all 8 inches of his uncut cock into my mouth. He was already semi-erect and I knew that I was to bring him to full hardness. It was then that he would be ready to gift me as we had planned. I wanted this. His balls and pubes were shaved. It was very exciting for me to feel the bare skin against my nose as I took him deep. I gave him the best blow-job of my life, fully worshiping his cock and balls and the seed that was within. I lost track of time while preparing the instrument of my ultimate destruction. I became aware that he was beginning a slow in and out motion as he became more excited. He started to pull his cock from my warm mouth. “Turn around faggot, it is time.” I was jolted back into reality and realized the moment had arrived. This beautiful cock that i had been deep throating was about to become the instrument of my ultimate demise. I slid my mouth off the heavily veined shaft of his cock, lingering for a moment to run my tongue under his foreskin. I love uncut cock and the sensitive glans protected by the foreskin. I savored the flavor of his precum and I knew in a few moments this hard instrument of sex and enjoyment would be deep inside of me. And he was hard, like a piece of steel. Once I had relinquished his cock from my mouth I got back onto the bed and and presented my ass for his use and enjoyment. He had previously told me he only bred doggie, so there was no question what position I needed to assume. He bent over and licked my hole one last time. “This is your last chance you sick fuck,” he said. “Once my cock head is in your bottom there is no turning back. I will fuck you and give you AIDS and you will die from it. You will get sick, you will have terrible diarrhea, and my strain is med resistant. Meds will not help you nor will they save you. And just so you know, I may have some other bugs that I will be sharing with you too. It is a complete package of sickness and death.” My own cock started to get hard as he was telling me about what he was going to do to me. I wanted it so badly. I relaxed to allow his steel hard cock easy entry even though I knew it was going to hurt like hell. He told me there would be no mercy. I was being bred like a mare and this stallion had infected over 100 men and some women and almost all of them had developed AIDS within a year and many had died. He was very proud of his toxicity. I felt his cockhead brush my hole. No lube was going to be used, just the little bit of precum that dribbled from his cock. I was both scared shitless and excited beyond belief at the same time. After weeks of planning he was finally going to breed me. “Last chance,” he said. “If you are ready, you know what to say.” I knew the magic words, but I was enjoying his cock playing across my hole. I backed up a bit to try and entice him to enter me and he playfully pushed in a bit. But then withdrew. I relented, for some reason I didn’t want to say the words and actually give him permission to fill me with AIDS and almost certain death. I wanted him to take it from me. But I was willingly going to my own execution and I had known that from the beginning. I knew he was a fully experienced breeder and understood there needed to be a moment before the willing victim agrees to sentence being imposed. “Give me AIDS,” I finally uttered. Instantaneously his steel hard cock slammed past my sphincter and drove into the deepest part of my inner self tearing past my second sphincter. He held his cock deep inside of me for a few moments for me to adjust to the pain. This was not supposed to be enjoyable. And it wasn’t! He started roughly fucking me to tear my insides up as much as possible. Then he put all of his weight on me and grabbed each of my nipples and twisted them hard. I loved it. It was stimulating and helped me get past the pain from his rock hard cock which had found its rhythm. I felt some lubrication and knew it was a mixture of blood and my naturally wet ass. “OMG,” he said, “you have an awesome ass, faggot. I am enjoying wrecking it and giving you AIDS.” “I’m tearing you up and my bugs are preparing to thrive inside of you,” he continued. He twisted my nipples extra hard and that almost caused me to shoot my last neg load onto the bed. “I’m going to give you AIDS,” he muttered. “You are gonna be sick and you are gonna die from fucking me today. My AIDS is the worst and no meds in the world can save you now.” I backed up onto his cock too take it deeper into my ass. My second sphincter no longer hurt, it was probably totally destroyed. I looked down between my legs to see what I could see and I saw what was probably blood dripping onto the bed. I reached down with one hand and felt his steel-hard cock as it plunged in and then came out of my bottom. “Your ass is awesome and soon it is going to be a toxic waste dump.” His full weight was on me as he fucked me deeply and twisted my nipples. I felt his already hard cock begin to grow thicker. “Faggot, it is almost time for you to become pregnant with my toxic seed, I hope you are ready for it because you don’t have a choice.” I knew that. I was here because I wanted to be here. I wanted him to infect me. I wanted his AIDS to destroy me. I wanted to share his HIV and AIDS with as many other chasers as I could. I wanted, no I need him to fill me with his cum. His cock continued to slide in and out of my now bloody ass. He stopped deep inside of me and held his cock still. I felt it quiver. I knew he was close. He pulled it all the way out of me and despite the pain, I felt empty. I needed his cock in me and I needed his cum. He looked at his cock and announced, “It is covered with blood, I am about to shoot my five day toxic load into you. I hope you’re ready.” As he finished speaking he rammed his cock back into my ass so hard that it took my breath away. He fell back onto me and twisted my nipples some more. The thrusting began to increase in intensity and speed. “I am about to get pozzed,” I realized. My chase was going to be over, my dream was cumming true. “Give me AIDS,” I said to him. It excited him and his thrusting reached a feverish pitch. “Fuck,” he cried out. “I am giving you my AIDS and you are gonna die you worthless fuck slut,” he screamed as he came deeply inside of me. He held his cock in place for a long time. I felt it spasm eight times with each one shooting poison deep into me. I relished each shot. He was giving me the gift I sought for so long. He was giving me the gift of death. He held his cock in me for a while as the excitement of the moment subsided. It had felt each shot of cum. I was ecstatic, it was done now. We hadn’t talked about what would happen next, but I was not surprised as he pulled his cock from my ass with an audible plop and he instructed me to clean it off. I love the taste of cum and ass juice mixed with blood. I took the executioners tool into my mouth and greedily cleaned it. It tasted good. There was a lot of my blood on it, but there was also a generous amount of his cum with my natural ass juice. It was a tasty mixture. I took my time to ensure his cock was completely clean. Once his cock was clean I asked him, “Do you want to go again?” He smiled at me as said, “No, I don’t need to and you are now poz, bet on it. You are fucked and you have the gift you desired. It only takes once with my 2.1 million VL.” I pointed the open bottle of wine that I had prepositioned on the desk with two glasses. “Do you want a drink to celebrate?” i asked. He smiled and said, “Yes, you did really well. I fucked you harder than anyone else just to make sure. I am happy to celebrate your conversion and soon to develop AIDS.” We drank a small drink of wine in silence in the still darkened room. I was naked and he got dressed pulling on some jeans without underwear and a t-shirt. He had no socks either, just shoes. We finished the drink and he said, “In about two weeks you are gonna get so sick that you will think you are dying. My strains are very strong. And, O by the way I also left you with some herpes and chlamydia. Enjoy them. I was trying to get syph for you too, but couldn’t. I wanted to fuck you up real well. Call me when you test poz and stay in touch as you develop AIDS.” He put his glass down and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, but I knew he would never be out of my life.

There are way too many bottoms wearing jockstraps. Try and stand out from the crowd of jockstrap bottoms competing for dick. You would want to attract tops who are turned on by ass. Not other bottoms who will just grab at your dick through the jockstrap. Put on some thongs, cheekies, Brazilian panties or boyshorts. Daisy Dukes even. Bottoms will avoid you while the tops will want to unwrap the package.

When I was a Catholic seminarian I lived in a rectory with two priests who used my holes most nights. I was their cum bucket for a full year.

Hi @Ready2DoThis … I don’t buy the whole changing DNA thing …. But, if that gives you the permission to continue barebacking. …. This is where I would say I have never even played a scientist on TV, so what do I know …. but I think that @verbalBTTMnis right. …. It just feels better to bareback…. Both for the bottom and the top…. It’s natural… it’s the way nature intended us to fuck. But if you are still concerned, and if you need a better reason to stop using condoms …. It’s better for the environment to BB …. Condoms do have microplastics (and if you have been watching the news … you know terrible microplastics are). Also, the fewer condoms you use …. Fewer cardboard boxes to try and recycle…. Fewer of those individual foil wrappers that you can’t even pretend to try and recycle…. And then of course the evil condom itself…. Adding more plastic to the trash (if you are home … or the woods if you get fucked outside and aren’t good about cleaning up after yourself) so …. Be good to the environment… embrace nature…. And fuck raw ! (I think this could be a hot new slogan for a series of poster featuring Smokey the “Bear” …. One of you guys who has AI should be able to make a poster)

It can happen. Sometimes I feel my guy cum. Sometime I feel throbbing, sometimes hot liquid feeling too. Even with a condom you can feel a guy throbbing and sometimes the heat of his cum. When it's good getting fucked feels amazing. But do you want this guy inside you? Like it's something you feel excited about and randomly thinking about him? If you do, and the guy is willing to do it and you're alright with how safe it is, what's to regret? Just don't if you feel pressure to do it. And only bb if you want it.

Dimitri Shows Timmy the Point Dimitri awoke first, after just under six hours of sleep. His mind was racing. Human Dimitri was ready to give the boy another Ambien and another six hours of sleep while his Daddy’s huge cock stretched the twinks outer and inner rings wide all night. Then they could start to come down, put on the sheer, tailor-made cashmere pajamas Dimitri had made before the boy even moved in, and show the boys the joys of being the kept boy of an incredibly wealthy and powerful man. But the Dragon wasn’t having it. The Dragon wanted to continue to break the boy, give him hours of pain, mixed with some pleasure, and then, when the boy had given beyond all he had and taken more than he could, slam him for the first time and make the connection between pain and pleasure forever binding. Dimitri knew the Dragon was right—most of his brothers had given their bound boys their first slam within the first 48 hours—Dimitri had gone several days. And so he waited, ready to pounce. After a little over six hours the Ambien wore off and Timmy awoke. The huge cock, still lodged in his sore hole, throbbed and ached. Dimitri had been waiting for the moment the boy awoke. Keeping his cock firmly in place, he turned the boy onto his stomach, and used his massive arms and legs to pin Timmy’s perfect body out flat. Dimitri pulled his thirteen-inch thick gut wrecker nearly all the way out, and began to slam fuck the defenseless twink, emitting little spurts of his still potent piss into the used hole every time he pierced that quivering, red-hot sore quim to the root. For the first several minutes Timmy begged and pleaded for him to stop, but then as the new gifted piss chems mixed with the old, he began to push back with his ass, welcoming the pain of the huge tool gutting him. It still hurt like hell, but the drugs made him want, yet again, for his hole to be destroyed. Dimitri fucked wordlessly, lost in the increíble feeling of the sensitive velvet hole of his perfect boy. Every time he wold be about to come,he would slow down, gently probing the boys sweet cunt, delighting in the moans and sighs of pain and pleasure Timmy made. Finally, he could hold it in no longer, and he started punching the boys hole with his giant member until he exploded again. Timmy lay panting beaneath him, Dimitri’s cock still hard, so large it held both his inner and outer ring wide open. After they had caught their breath, Timmy said, “Please sir, I need to take a piss.” Dimitri smiled, and picked the boy up, cock still lodged tight. He gently fucked him as he walked him into his big bathroom. Hanging from the shower was an already-full enema bag of chempiss he and Conrad had collected at various points during the weekend from the brotherhood. He grabbed a funnel and stood the boy with his arms at angle, leaning against the marble tile, and placed the funnel under the boys cock. “Add your chempiss to the mix, boy,” he commanded. Timmy sighed with relief as the pressure from his bladder was relieved and Dimitri gently fucked the piss out of him. Then Dimitri picked him up, removed his cock from the boy hole for the first time in hours and flipped the boy onto his hands and knees. “Chest down, arms behind you,” Dimitri ordered before cuffing the twink’s hands tightly behind him. He then lubed the enema tube and began to slide it in. He got it in deep—Timmy was shaking at the invasion—then lubed up his rock hard tool and slide it home into the boy. He then began to piss as he released the enema bag. Soon Timmy was feeling uncomfortably full, but just as that happened the huge mix of chems began to open him up, and soon he’d taken it all. Satisfied that the bag was empty, Dimitri withdrew the hose and using his hard cock again as a buttplug, he took the boy into the bedroom. Instead of the big bed, he took the boy around to the other side of the huge space, where he had asked a servant to bring in a low bed with rubber sheets. Arrayed around it were a bunch of dildos, depth trainers, anal beads, cruel hard depth probes and whips and paddles. Timmy trembled—his hole was still sore—and he said “Please, master, my hole is so….” Dimitri, eyes flaming red with the dragon, grabbed the boy around the throat and started squeezing. Just before Timmy passed out, he stopped. When the twink was fully breathing again, Dimitri whispered, “I am your lord and master. I hold all power over you and I say when your hole gets used and when it doesn’t.” Then he grinned and bit the boys ear and whispered, “Besides, in a little while I will give your your first slam. And when I do that you will be begging for it just like you’ve begged for it the last several nights. Sluts like you always do.” Timmy actually started begging just a few minutes after the pair lay down. Dimitri said nothing, letting the hunger build in the boy. Timmy was trapped in the fetal position in the big arms as he’d been all night—so all he could do was squeeze and stroke the huge cock plugging his hole. After about thirty minutes Timmy began to sweat bullets. And Dimitri knew it was time. He grabbed a plug slightly thicker than his cock,pulled out, and shoved it in. Timmy cried out, then said “Oh please master, use me.” Dimitri grinned, they were getting where they needed to be. He affixed a red rubber collar around the boys neck, and cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He slid around and lay back on the pillow with his arms wide. He pointed as his thirteen-inch monster and ordered “Suck slave, and use all that you’ve learned. You better give your best effort or the punishment will be swift.” About 45 minutes later Dimitri was enjoying the enthuastic efforts of a twink with a taste for big cock. But it was time. He could slam the boy now, but he wanted instead to torture his hole, even for just a little while. He commanded Timmy to turn around, and he grabbed the boys legs and set his hole up on his lap. He let the boy keep his poppers, and commanded that he do a hit right before he ripped the plug out. He couldn’t resist and plunged three fingers in, feeling the soft velvet hole that literally ached with Timmy’s dark desire. He reached over the grabbed one of the drug boxes scattered around and gave the boy a small booty bump. Then he grabbed a slender, soft toy with small ridges and lubed it up. He slide it in until the first ridge was inside the boy—there was almost no resistance. “There are many ways a master can dominate a boys hole, little whore,” he said quietly. “The first two ways are when the boy is flying and open and welcomes fists and toys deep and wide.” “The third way,” he said, gently pushing the little ridge into the boys second ring, “Is when a master tortures a boys sore asshole deep, gently and slowly teaching a boy about obedience, pleasure, and pain.” On the word pain he pushed a second ridge through the second ring stuffing the two rings into that space and putting pressure on the boys third hole. Timmy groaned and tried to take a hit of poppers but Dimitri grabbed them and removed them. “This is about you learning to relish suffering, slave”. As he said that, he pushed that first ring through the boys third hole. Timmy cried out and quaked, but within a minute he was pushing back, his body asking for more. So for a little over an hour, Dimitri slowly pushed longer and wider dildos with balls, ridges and teardrops in and out of Timmy’s rings. Each time going a little deeper and reopening new, tighter, sore spaces. This was delicate work, and Dimitri worked very, very slowly. For Timmy the experience was intense. The first two toys were nearly all agony, but it was the third toy Dimitri used that broke him the first time. Dimitri had gone down in width to a toy in between the sizes of the previous two (which is should be noted were quite small depth trainers) but this toy was rigid. Instead of flexing to accommodate the boys tender rings, it demanded that they line up, obediently, giving Dimitri total control of the boys ass. Now it should be noted that Timmy had taken much bigger and wider cocks—both natural and supernatural—and hands and fists over the last several days. But during those days Timmy’s ass has been kept piping hot and open through Tina, the ecstasy, and even some muscle relaxants. But now his hole was sore because it had been allowed to partially heal during his six hours of sleep with Dimitri’s hard cock inside. And if Dimitri really wanted to use him, he could just slam him and then the hole would reopen—not as wide and deep as before—but enough for them both to have a really good time. But Dimitri didn’t want the beautiful little twink to have a good time. He wanted to make him a pain pig who was innately wired to be stretched, who constantly begged for the destruction of his hole. And he’d learned that one of the best ways to do that was to make the future pig suffer, while feeding their hole just enough Tina to keep the hunger in place, and then after they were begging for abuse, to keep slowly and carefully hurting them into they couldn’t take anymore. And then give them a slightly-too-big slam. That connection of the nearly ultimate high with pain felt deep inside their hole was what made a normal man into a very special kind of pain pig. And so he gently pushed the little rigid toy into Timmy’s hole. The toy was smooth, and increased very gradually in size from about 3 inch in circumference to about 5.5 inches. It was about 20 inches in length, but Dimitri knew the boy wouldn’t get much past half of it yet. And he was fine with that—he could do this for hours and hours if he wanted to. He’d given Timmy the poppers to use at will, but Timmy had already learned to only use them if he was really suffering because his master wold take them away if he overused them. Timmy had no trouble with the first and second ring, as they had been in alignment even as he slept. At the third ring he gave a small moam—Dimitri had got it in a straight line with the nearly 30 minutes of slow play with the other two soft toys, but the next trouble spot caused him to cry out. “Do some poppers,” Dimitri ordered. Timmy did, and the minute the hole relaxed, Dimitri pushed about a 1/2 an inch, Timmy groaned, but the hole stayed loose, so Dimitri gently kept slowly pushing. He felt resistance and instead of stopping, he very gently fucked the spot, slightly changing directions, trying to see if it was a new ring of muscle or just the path swollen shut. And although he fucked with the slightest, most delicate strokes, to Timmy it was agony. The thin hard head of the thing felt like it was activating every pain sensor in his hole and he was giving little screams. Timmy tried to move forward, to get his ass away from Dimitri, but Dimitri grabbed his thin waist and increased the strokes to 1/2 inch lengths. “Take the pain boy, open up,” Dimitri said, his cock hard as a rock under the boys stomach and drooling precum. “If I have to restrain you, you won’t have poppers,” he said coldly, “Do a hit now.” Timmy hung his head, knowing that deep down he really wanted this, and took a big hit. The spot opened and the tool went forward, Dimitri keeping subtle pressure on it, it went another entire 3/4 inch before it hit another hard place and Dimitri stopped. The boy groaned, “Fuck daddy, fuck.” Dimitri smiled and started light fucking the spot, this time subtly shifting the direction of the toy, seeking entrance, Timmy giving little cries each time. “Take a four big hits of poppers,” Dimitri commanded, “then gently push out like we taught you before.” Timmy obediently replied, and when he Dimitri felt the boy push back Dimitri pushed, a bit harder, and the toy went in another full inch. Dimitri stopped pushing and just kept his thumb on the toy, keeping a constant pressure. Because the boy was still flying from the poppers, the pressure slowly inched the toy in. Dimitri kept the pressure up, slow and steady—this had taken decades of practice to perfect—and the toy sunk deeper, about 3/4 of inch. Dimitri kept the pressure steady but the toy stayed put. Dimitri smiled, this one was going to hurt. As he began to come down Timmy could really feel the hard stick in his ass. He groaned, and then his ass spasmed and he shrieked. “Suck on that with your asshole boy, control you hole,” Dimitri said, “If you clamp down it’s going to hurt worse.” As he did as he was told, the thing went slowly deeper. Timmy groaned and he felt his body freeze, pain deep in his gut, but he knew he had to try to keep suckling or it would be bad. They reached a spot, though were the pain was too searing and intense and the toy stopped. Timmy moaned, just the very faint pressure Dimitri was using ached. Timmy could tell Dimitri liked this—the man’s huge cock throbbed underneath his stomach, making his abs wet with precum. Dimitri kept him like that, for just a few seconds. Then he said, “Push back boy, hard.” When Timmy did he felt the toy enter whatever deep and painful ring or place this was and keep going. Dimitri pushed harder and the toy slide forward, a second later Dimitri used his friend hand to delivery a huge, painful spank it the twinks ass and the toy jerked forward. Timmy screamed loudly. Dimitri immediately stopped, watching as Timmy writhed and jerked beneath, his colon painfully cramping around the toy, adjusting and straightening. Dimitri just let it happen, and as it subsided, he said flatly “You will learn to control your hole. Make your hole massage that thin rod.” Timmy struggled to comply, his body shaking. Dimitri smiled, his eyes tinted red with the Dragons cruelty, so close to breaking he could taste it. It was time. He kept a slight pressure leaned forward and put the toy against the space below his pecs. Reaching around with both long arms he grabbed the boys wrists and the same time and in a swift motion, locked each each wrist to each ankle. Then, he affixed the ankle cuffs to a rope tied to the rubber bed on each side and tightened Timmy into complete bondage. Next Dimitri took his each of his big hands and licked his two longest fingers all around making them quite wet. Then he licked the space between them and then about inch below that on the front and back of his hand. He then lay his each hand down into a wide tray in a drugs box on each side of the boy and coated all the wet areas of both with Tina crushed into an ultra fine powder. Leaning slightly forward, he began to apply a constant pressure to the tool, pushing harder against the soft tender sore spot with his massive chest. He lined a Tina-coated hand in the small bird shape on either side of the thin roof. “Push out slut” he ordered. As Timmy did, Timmy drove both his his hands into the boy around the toy heading quickly for the second hole. He drove his two fingers and most of both palms in hard though the second hole, and then he began to quickly move his palms and hands around to deposit the Tina in as many spots as he could. Timmy went immediately rigid and despite being bound, the sudden painful push made him levitate, as the two fists brutally entered him he screamed, then began screaming as second hole began flaming with the fire of Tina. When Dimitri was satisfied most of the Tina was distributed, he pushed his hands forward until both wrists were resting inside the boys second hole. Then he waited, relishing the boys distress, surprise, and fear. He kept a constant pressure from his chest on the toy, which was now about 2/3 of the way in. It took the boy several minutes to settle down, for the Tina to start working its magic. And then with little screams of agony, the boys deepest hole opened in a spasm the he took another inch. He pressed harder with his powerful chest, and Timmy groaned. And then over and over until the toy was buried all the way, Timmy’s spasmed, devouring the toy like the hungry pussy he was becoming. Each time Timmy screamed with agony, then paused, and Dimitri felt the moment the drugs addled his brain and his mind subciously opened his hole and another inch went in. Dimitri was perfectly still, waiting to see if the boy would break. Timmy struggled at the simultaneous sudden deep pain and the massive stretch in his much looser outer hole. He struggled to understand what Dimitri had done. He realized he was utterly helpless, bound tightly and all he could do was try to accommodate what the man demanded. He decided the deep penetration was the part that hurt the most. He’d been stretched so much in his outer two holes that they were more forgiving. He struggled to calm down, to control his hole. He tried to suckle on the deep pain, to welcome it. Suddenly as the need for hard use, that dark magic of the Tina rush, reached his deepest colon. Timmy relaxed his tense shoulders and loosened his abdomen, settling his abs back down on the huge, dripping cock of his Lord and Master. “Hurt me, my lord, hurt me!” Timmy shrieked, “Hurt me! Please, I beg you, use me!” Dimitri let him beg, feeling the gorgeous little Twink’s need grow. The boys hair was plastered to his head and sweat dripped off of him because of his suffering. He didn’t move a muscle because despite his begging, the boy wasn’t ready for more. He was broken, yes—Dimitri’s cock throbbed—and even if Dimitri did nothing else to him tonight, was locked into craving this kind of use, of needing it. But his body hadn’t caught up with the surrender of his soul. So Dimitri waited, and waited, a full five minutes. Then convinced the need was real and the hole was as calm as it could possibly get given what he’d just done to it. “I own you boy,” Dimitri said, gently sliding his smaller left hand back out of the boys second ring. The boy sighed as the intense pressure in his inner hole was relived a bit. “I am your only source of. pleasure”, Dimitri said flatly, his hand gently massaging the walls of boy’s outer hole. “And I am also a source of pain.” As he said the word pain, Arthur used his thumb to reach down in the boys open rectum and gently push the long toy deeper and deeper. Timmy groaned, “Hurt me, master,” and Dimitri pushed the toy firmly. Timmy’s deepest cunt was open and welcoming for the first three inches, but the last four were much harder. Dimitri slowed down but he did not stop. The boy was beyond receiving any such consideration and Dimitri pushed until its base was lodged right at the begginig of the boys second hole. Timmy was again rigid, struggling, but he did not scream or cry out. He worked hard to open himself, to accept this new defilement, to take on this new world of pain. Dimitri smiled and began gently fucking the boy, making minute adjustments, fucking the deep spot in multiple directions, stretching the hole. Timmy struggled, but the Tina was making him crave the pain of this new, cruel stretch. Dimitri paused for about 30 seconds, then he made his smaller hand into a small, partial fist, and grabbing hold of the toy he began to pull out of the boys outer hole, gently and slowly stretching the hole. Timmy moaned, and arched his back, as Dimitri slowly stretched his rectum wide. Almost as soon as he was out of the boy with the smaller hand he reminded him of his power with his bigger hand still buried in the boys second hole. He began to gently push, trying to gain deeper purchase. He didn’t want to get far, just remind Timmy of all the ways he owned his hole. He reached a deeper place that still mostly swollen, aiming his longest finger in the center of the hole he pushed forward gently. Timmy froze in pain, already panting. “I am your Lord,” Dimitri said quietly, keeping a slight, but constant pressure with his entire folded hand on the sore spot. As Timmy’s hole gave way just slightly, Timmy started shaking. Dimitri kept this up until his hand was in the velvet, red hot flesh to Dimitri’s huge knuckles. Timmy was shaking and rigid at the same time, mouth open at the violation. Dimitri held it there and the minute the boy began to calm, he pushed very slightly harder until his knuckles were enveloped in hot flesh. And then he began to gently fuck, slowing increasing his movements until his hand was withdrawing and entering the sore spot like it was a ring of muscle. For Timmy it felt like a burning tree trunk was fucking him, but as time went on, he began to crave it. When the boy began to clearly participate, pushing back, Dimitri went in slowly deeper, making Timmy buck and neigh like a horse bit by a snake. Dimitri smiled darkly, and began to slowly move his hand around. Timmy went rigid, and began struggling. Dimitri kept him at this point of discomfort for a few minutes then he straightened his direction and pushed, ever so gently, until Timmy was quaking in pain. Satisfied the boy was at the edge of losing it, he gently gave a small flex of his hand and keeping his fist ever so largely enlarged he moved just a milimeter forward and stopped. The boy was in agony at first, the cruel fist felt like fire, but, as Dimitri waited, testing the boys brokenness. And sure enough Timmy began to crave it. Dimitri smiled darkly and made his folded bird fist just a little harder and took some more swollen hole. Now Timmy lost it, and despite his bounds, tried to get away yelping and begging. But he could go no where, his ankles and wrist firmly fastened together, his hole exposed for whatever cruelties his Master inflicted. Dimitri knew this was enough and, leaving his fist enlarged he gently began to pull back, occasionally pausing to gently fist fuck the boyhole forearm deep. Timmy immediately switched gears from whining in pain to being wild with pleasure, wanting the fist fuck to never end. Dimitri gave him just enough to leave his hole hungry until he got to the boys outer hole. Then he slowly made a big fist, turned it square, and every so slowly gave the little cunt’s rectum a huge wide painful stretch. Timmy lay panting, and sweat trickled off of him from the enormous effort his body had just been through. Dimitri grabbed a small rock, put on his palm, balled his fist up, and went in. He leaned forward, and with his free hand, roughly turned the boys head for some rough kissing. “What are you boy?” Dimitri demanded. “I am your slave, my lord,” Timmy said eyes wide and serious, “I am nothing but a hole, a cunt, a pussy for you to destroy.” “Damn right you are,” Dimitri said, he then made his fist smaller and pushed until Timmy was rigid and panting, and Dimitri was about six inches from his giant elbow, and he released the rock into the boypussy and slowly slid out. He smiled, eyes glowing red from the dragon. It was time to break the boy a second time. He restrained the boy further, strapping one arm out straight but immovable and strapping his thighs and legs until he was immobilized. He strapped Timmy’s head to one size, making a vein in his neck available should he decide to point him there. He slipped a small poppers mask around the boys face and gave him the little push button to squeeze. He was giving the boy few choices. Timmy’s role was to be a hole. Dimitri lined up a very long, semirigid toy. It was a stack of four teardrop shaped plugs, each one growing larger, the final one a real cunt wrecker for the boy’s stretched out first hole. He choose a medium size one, too large for the boy to take comfortably. Timmy would have to work. Sliding the first plug in was easy, but going in the second hole was slower. The head of the first teardrop went through the second hole smoothly, but Timmy moaned as the business end stretched him. Dimitri smiled, this was going to be fun. He gave the boy a second and then pushed, the first head sliding through the long length of the sigmoid colon as the second plug entered the space and the third, much larger plug stretched Timmy’s rectum. He worked slowly but deliberately, and saw the boy wisely using the poppers to help. The boy cried out as the big end of the teardrop entered his second hole. Dimitri slowed down, ostensibly for kindness but really so the boy would feel the stretch. When he got the third ring to its widest point in the boys outer hole he stopped, knowing that meant he was stopping the stretch of the other parts of the boy at the most difficult point. Timmy was panting, saying softly “Oh, oh, oh.” Dimitri pulled the toy back. “Breathe out completely, slave,” Dimitri ordered, “Then full your lungs full of poppers. Do it twice”. Timmy complied and this time he slowly pushed the toy so that all three plugs were inside. Timmy was silent and rigid, then he remembered himself and started to try to slow his breathing, groaning as his hole spasmed around the deep fullness. After giving g the boy about thirty seconds, Dimitri ordered him to do another two full hits of poppers. And as he breathed out the second hit, Dimitri slowly pulled the toy out. Dimitri did this routine over and over again, never going deeper than the third plug. As the boys hole loosened, he’d push the toy in to the third plug, then pull it back to its widest point and hold it. Each time he did this wide stretch, he’d increase the time he made the boy’s hole hold the big stretch. Then, as the hole loosened more, he started gently and slowly fucking the boy with the toy—starting with a gentle rocking and working up to brining the thing out about midway. Finally, satisfied the boy was loosening up, he lodged the big toy in and ordered the boy to do four complete hits of poppers, breathing out all the way and then inhaling the strong chemicals until his lungs were full. When the boy did the fourth big hit, Dimitri began to gently push. He worked very slowly, allowing the boys cunt to open. He kept the pressure on, but did not force it. This was a massive toy going quite deep. It would be causing enough sensations at the line of pleasure/pain on its own. When the toy got to right before the widest point, he paused. “Do another four big hits of poppers, little whore,” Dimitri ordered, “Then very gently push out.” Dimitri pushed the toy gently as he felt the boy obey his order, and the toy slid into its widest point. He would have slid right in, but Timmy’s destiny was to suffer, and so he paused. Timmy struggled, panting as the very wide parts of the toy stretch him from deep inside to his rectum. Then Dmitri gently pushed all four plugs home. Timmy groaned deeply, panting heavily, but Dimitri was proud to see he didn’t tense up. “Fuck,” Timmy breathed, “Oh fuck that’s deep, hurts daddy, hurts so good.” Dimitri smiled. It was time. He grabbed a .3 point and tied the boys arm off. Working quickly he swabbed, then inserted the point into his own vein: Timmy was getting infected with his strain no matter what. Then he inserted the needle in the twinks beautifully defined arm, registered and slowly depressed the needle. As soon as the drugs were in the boys veins he deftly removed the needle and the arm tie, and let the boy cough and fly. Timmy was chanting the mantra of all bottoms who were pointed for the first time, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Dimitri grinned, and returned to the boys hole. He grabbed the big toy and as he gently began to push, he said, “Yep, I am going to fuck you good.” He gently pushed the toy until he had about an inch of the handle buried inside the boy. Then he gently pulled the toy out and started again, doing this over and over and each time burying just a little more of the handle up the boys chute. Timmy for his part was lost. His hole was like a dark void, he’d never felt such hunger. Strange and terrible energies surged inside him, and every fuck of the huge toy felt like agony and bliss. When his hole was empty for those few seconds, as Dimitri let the twinks rose close before fucking him again, though, now that yawning emptiness was nothing but pure agony. “Fuck me,” Timmy panted, “Fuck me.” Dimitri smiled, and went up a size. Dimitri went slow, but even as high as he was, Timmy could definitely fill it. Dimitri was relentless and he pushed the big toy home. Timmy was panting and groaning around the monster. Dimitri paused for a second and then pushed in another inch. Timmy went rigid in shock, Dimitri paused again, and then slowly pushed as the boy’s hole opened despite everything and the handle of the toy was buried another inch. Timmy cried out, surprised at the fuck. Dimitri gave him a minute and slowly pulled out. He then went back down a size, pushing the toy in harder, once it was in he began rocking the toy until the hole loosed enough that he could gently fuck him. He removed the smaller toy and then pushed the larger toy in, burying about half the handle in before stopping. Timmy’s hole was so needy, he didn’t go rigid, although he did shout out. Dimitri then pulled the toy out and began to alternate between the two until the hole was loose enough he could gently fuck him with the bigger toy. He did this for a long time—probably an hour, before he went up another size, very slowly filling and stretching the boy with a even more giant tool. As the toy entered him, he reached down and hit the release valve on the poppers tube, meaning the boy was inhaling poppers with every breather. When the hole finally took the massive final plug, the boy was filled deep with a tool the size of the third ring of the second toy. His second ring has been stretched with a third plug the size of the fourth ring, and a massive fourth one was lodged inside his rectum. It was the largest toy Timmy had ever taken, and Dimitri had made him take it before he was ready. As Dimitri knew he would, Timmy had taken the toy smoothly. But it was a huge, shocking stretch. Timmy was breathing and panting hard. Dimitri smiled and loosened the kids bonds, leaving his hands and ankles strapped down. and brought the boy’s swearing face up and started fucking the kids throat deep. After he’d cum down the boys throat, choking the willing, tweaked slave with rope after rope of cum, he pulled a paddle out. He gave the boy ten hard spanks on each cheek to make him tense up and release and around d the huge toy. Then he unstrapped him, and tongue half-way down the beautiful dark haired twinks throat, he him in the sling. He gave him a fresh bottle of poppers and replaced the poppers mask around his nose, giving the kid free use of the poppers. Dimitri used the gorgeous little cunt for hours and hours. The big slam continued its dark work and the boy took everything his Master demanded. Dimitri had given himself a small point so he could keep up with the needy twink pussy. He never went up in size beyond what he’d used—he had at least a century and probably more with the boy, so he was in no hurry. But he constantly changed the shape, rigidity, and intensity of the hole play. He’d spend half an hour with one toy, then punch the boy with his squared fist, then feed him a big chain of balls, ripping it out always a little too fast. He’d fuck him, sometimes with his fist inside. Throughout the Dark Lord remained in charge of the boys hole and Timmy would beg for more. Finally, the energy of the slam began to wane. As it did Timmy began to come down, to come into himself. As he did, Dimitri noticed a change in him, a change he’d breen banking on. Timmy looked at him with a gaze of utter devotion and reliance. His angelic face needy, he begged his master to slam him again, to let him experience that again. But Dimitri denied this, telling the boy he would have many slams over several lifetimes, but now he should be content and let his Master have his hole. And so Dimitri used the boy until the hole began to get sore again, fisting the boys deepest depths in their fiery heat. Timmy remained horny and still high, but he began to see the wisdom of his master’s decision to wind things down. So, finally Dimitri picked the boy up and gave the boy’s hole a cleansing enema. He then carried him into the bedroom and gave him a final fuck, reluctantly pulling his big cock out afterwards. After Timmy cleaned the huge tool with his mouth, the boy swallowed two Ambien with a mouthful of Dimitri’s piss. And they slept.

That describes it totally of extreme love between father and son that many can't understand till it happens. Though I was used by several men including family for dads pleasure, anytime anywhere with dad was mutually special. After I got a bit older the roles reversed as dad loved getting fucked by me and any of my friends or whoever I brought to fuck him and looking into his eyes while he getting used was a shared pleasure. I often think it was just sex with dad with other guys but with me it was a special moment of love no matter how depraved the situation was with us both filled & gaping.

God I wish I could swap places with Kenny and get stuck in that door hole getting fisted and ruined before Harmon abducts me and turns me into his mindbroken pregnant toy

The air in the apartment was electric, charged with anticipation as Jason and Jimmy lounged casually on the sleek, leather couch, their eyes gleaming with conspiratorial intent. The modern decor, with its clean lines and muted tones, provided a stark backdrop to the raw, primal energy that was about to unfold. Dan, their guest, stood by the window, his presence a testament to the transformation they had orchestrated. His once hesitant demeanor had morphed into a confident stride, his body language exuding a raw, unapologetic sexuality. "He's almost here," Jason murmured, his brown eyes flicking towards the door. His athletic frame was relaxed, but his voice carried an underlying tension, a predator's thrill at the impending hunt. Jimmy, his red hair tousled, leaned in, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Pete's a nervous one, but he's ripe. You'll see, Dan. He's been eating up every word we've fed him about the freedom we offer." Dan smirked, his fingers tracing the biohazard tattoo on his inner arm, a permanent reminder of his own conversion. "I remember being in his shoes. Scared, but curious. You two have a way of making it irresistible." The doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken pact hanging heavy in the air. Pete, a wiry figure with long black hair, stood at the threshold, his nervous energy palpable. His eyes darted around the room, landing on Dan, who greeted him with a smirk that was both welcoming and predatory. "Pete, right?" Dan's voice was low, his tone laced with a promise of things to come. "How long have you been fucking with these two?" Pete's voice shook slightly as he replied, "A few weeks. They said this was a four-way with an old friend..." His words trailed off as he took in Dan's confident stance. "Let's get comfortable," Jason said, moving to remove Pete's clothes. Jimmy and Dan shucked what little they had on and soon all four of them were naked and exploring each other's bodies with their hands and each other's mouths with their tongues. Jason broke the silence, "Dan here is one of our prodigies, aren't you?" Dan smirked and nodded. "Dan, why don't you lay on the couch and show Pete what we turned you into." Dan lay on his back, with his hands behind his head, raising his knees to display the slack hole that spoke of countless encounters, and the tattoo on his inner arm that marked him as one of them. Jimmy stepped forward, his muscular frame commanding attention. "Look at Dan, Pete. Really look." His voice was firm, yet held a note of encouragement. Dan spread his legs further, offering himself up as a living testament to their lifestyle. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft sound of Jimmy and Jason stroking their cocks. Jason's voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and demanding. "How many guys have come in that hole in the last year, Dan?" Dan's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with pride. "Over a thousand, probably. These two gave me the freedom to become this when they pozzed me." His words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Pete's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he processed the implications. Fear and arousal warred within him, his body responding despite his reservations. Without a word, the fucking began. Jimmy slid into Dan and then Jason worked his way slowly into Pete. Bodies pressed together, skin against skin, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. Dan kept his eyes on Pete, his movements confident and deliberate, enticing Pete into the depths of their shared desire to submit themselves to raw cock and milk out the cum. Jason and Jimmy watched, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Pete's resistance crumbled, their cocks thrusting in unison. The room became a blur of flesh and sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender. As the scene reached its climax, Pete's breath hitched, his body arching as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of Jason cummimg deep in his hole. His eyes met Dan's, and in that moment, understanding passed between them. Pete's resistance was no more; he had crossed the threshold, initiated into their world. In the aftermath, as they lay tangled and spent, Pete's voice was barely a whisper. "Thank you." His words trembled with newfound understanding, his body still buzzing with the echoes of their collective hunger. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance, their mission accomplished. Dan, the mentor, smiled, his role in Pete's transformation complete. The circle was closed, the initiation ritual fulfilled. This was who they were, architects of desire, masters of transformation. And in this moment, as they lay entwined, sweat-slicked and sated, they knew they had given Pete the greatest gift of all: freedom to embrace his own desires. As the sun set, casting long shadows across the room, they remained in the glow of their orgasms. This was their truth, their reality, and they embraced it with open arms, ready to welcome the next initiate into their fold.

Part 4 He pulled his cock out briefly and placed another Tina crystal on the piss slit. Then he drove his hard cock deep into my cunt in one thrust. I immediately felt how deep inside me the T began to burn and I became even hornier. Tom fucked me hard for another 20 minutes. His cock swelled and became even thicker. "Beg me, beg for my charged load, my POZ cum!" I couldn't help but beg him for his POZ load. "Yes, rip my pussy open, impregnate me, fertilize me with your POZ cum, knock me up." He now fucked me relentlessly, like a stallion mounting a mare. With brutal hard thrusts, he almost split my pussy in two. His huge, bulging balls slammed violently against my small, completely unnecessary and useless balls. Then he screamed loudly and the huge cock in my whore cunt got even fatter. He came deep inside me, but continued to fuck me hard. Nevertheless, I felt every single spurt of his toxic cum inside me. "Yes, you little cunt slut, I'm going to make you pregnant, share my DNA with you." Then Tom pulled his hard cock out of me and just seconds later another hard cock was rammed inside me. Tom just said, "Yes, Phil, fuck this slut with your fat cock and your big PA." Phil moaned, "You've filled her pussy with cum, it's time to fuck her deeper and massage it into her cunt so it can take full effect." I felt the huge cock push even deeper into me. It must have had a lot of T on its cock head because it burned even deeper in my ass, and that hot heat spread even deeper inside me. "My PA will make sure our hot juice takes effect, my little mare." A mask was pulled over my head and I couldn't resist the poppers that were poured into it. Phil thrust harder and harder into me and although I was well broken in, it took a minute or two before he was all the way inside me and I felt his balls slapping against mine.

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.

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

Damn, I would love to meet a pair of tops who want to use my holes like this.

Right. I'm neg, I used to ask status and and if they were not neg, most of the time I'd say oral only, or I'd ask for a condom. But if they replied that they were neg, I'd be much more likely to play BB. I knew I was being ridiculous. As if them saying "neg" gave me some sort of permission to fuck raw. I'm not sure if I felt permission or protection. Obviously, both of those concepts were just mental gymnastics. Meanwhile, I got STD's from plenty of 'neg' men.

Challenge accepted, just remember I warned you.

High-pressure seed injections are pretty amazing.

Frankly, one can't assume anything when raw sex is involved. A guy in heat will say anything to get loads. Thus, for guys that want to avoid hiv, take every precaution one can for oneself - that's the only facet we actually can control.

Mount – Palm Springs 10/4 I recently traveled to Palm Springs for the first time to attend the Mount event at CCBC. First of all, I would like to thank anyone that reached out to me for answering questions about Palm Springs. It was very beneficial to have a little knowledge about the area, etc. I checked into the CCBC on Friday, but did not attend the Mount event, but rather the Cumunion event at Club 541. In short, had a great time and got bred at least 13 times that evening. But on the the bigger item. For anyone interested or thinking about the Mount event, don’t hesitate and do it. Of course, not knowing anyone / traveling alone, my mind and nervousness slowly dropped after just talking up with other attendees. It also helped in during the day on Saturday, I was able to speak to a few that did the event on Friday evening, but they were going to being volunteering for the Saturday event. Every little bit of info ahead of time was helpful. 5:00 p.m. check in starts. I was staying in a room that could see the registration area, and noticed there were people checking in around 4:45 p.m. so I decided to go and get that done. Wise choice! I was talking with one of the members that work these events and gave me some pointers. As a bronco, you basically have an area that after check in, there is a place to wait in line to be taken into the coral for the 7:30 p.m. meeting of the broncos. Jokingly I asked the member if I was actually seeing that there were 3 people in line already and it was only 5 p.m. “Yes” they are. Well, I guess its time to wait and chat with other broncos. Keep in mind, there are about 16/18 slings available and fuck tables and benches in the coral area. Simple math, the first 16/18 broncos in line have the choice of getting a sling. Well, got up to the line and there were a few more broncos so I was like #7. It was only 5:10 p.m. Oh well, I wanted this experience and was not going to miss out on a sling if I could help it. Time actually went fast talking and everything with other broncos. Some were there the night before and some were first timers like myself. Note to self: More knowledge is best! Time actually went pretty fast. All out for the same thing, everyone was pleasant and chatty. It helped as well, as your space in line could be held by new acquaintences to run to rest room, drink run, etc. By the time we were ready to enter the corral, there were probably 40/50 broncos behind me. 7:30 p.m., the stable master opened the gate and said to follow him into the corral. Keep in mind, the corral is circular in shape, the outside perimeter has a wall so no one can see into the corral. There were 16/18 slings lining the outside perimeter of the inside wall with the center containing all sorts of picnic benches and fuck tables. All the broncos were taking their positions. I got into one of the slings and one of the other broncos I was waiting with took the sling next to me as we were going to check on each other during the event. The stable master began his speech about the rules and instructions. Rule 1; If the hand goes up, everything stops. The cowboys are also instructed on this as well. The organization wants to make sure you are in a safe environment and nothing happens to the broncos. The hand up can alert the wranglers watching the area that the bronco needs a break, needs water, needs to move position, the cowboy is too big, or has a piercing. My anxiousness was lowering even more hearing all of the safeguards that they have in place to make sure you feel safe, especially being blindfolded. Rule 2; The blindfold must stay on at all times. If you take it off, you are thrown out. Hence the hand raising to get what you need. I witnessed a wrangler (helper) every few slings and throughout the center of the corral. It was very well watched and they were helpful in everyway. Rule 3; If the wrangler notices that you aren’t getting a lot of action, they may suggest they move you to another area. Not as a punishment but rather, they want everyone to experience the best of this event. As the other similar types of parties post, just because you are there, and a lot of people, my not guarantee you will get a lot of action. Note to self; that’s always been in the back of my mind. Rule 4; If you want to move to another area, hand up and wrangler will take you there, however you lose your spot, (in a sling space) you would give that up to a bronco that may be waiting to try one that opened up. **not a rule, but we were told that the cowboys were having their meeting and they are instructed this is a fuck event. It’s not a stand round event. The organizers basically don’t want a cowboy mounting a bronco and a group of other cowboys gathering around watching and waiting their turn. “Wow” I thought. What a concept. You know, we have all been to events and everyone is swarmed around one bottom guy. Not in this case. They want the cowboys to be one on one and then move on. Note to self-interesting. More mind easement. But still, the amount of broncos I saw in that corral, still wondering if this was going to work. Almost 8p.m. – Announced all broncos must place their blindfolds on. Not to be removed. So, up in the sling I am in a jock, sox, tennis shoes, harness and ball cap with a blind fold. I kept a small tube of lube in my sox that I could reach without having to ask for help. I looked up, almost a full moon outside, beautiful night out and up goes the blindfold. I think, good luck! 8 P.M. – The stable master announces that cowboys can march in and mount. The deep breaths I was taking! It was a very vulnerable feeling. Trust me. To my surprise, within 10 seconds, I was mounted by my first cowboy and to my surprise, bred my ass. Slapped my ass and said thanks. I have to say, there were never more than 10 minutes between mountings. Every so often, the wrangler in my area would come up to me, announce who he was and asked if I needed a break, water, anything. The wrangers really kept an eye on us. After being in the sling for 3 hours and 10 minutes, I was mounted at least 24 times that I remember (lost count after about 20) and got bred by 18 cowboys that I know of for sure. Just as the last cowboy was unloading in me, I heard him talking with the wrangler by me and said “Geez, how many times have you shot, and the cowboy said 7”. 11:10 P.M. – The Stable master announced that all blindfolds could come off as everything was winding down. When my blindfold came off, I look on my face was priceless. There were 4 of us in slings left. 2 of us were done, and the other 2 had cowboys mounting them. Everyone else had gone. It looked so different with no one in the corral compared to when it started and me thinking “What did I get myself into”? So here is the important numbers, and thought I did not do too bad that night. There were 66 broncos (bottoms) and 94 or 96 cowboys (tops) I will take the 24 mountings with great pride! And the 18 breedings with even more pride! Would I suggest doing this if you have thought about it; YES Would I do this again if the opportunity comes up again; YES I also want to thank the MOUNT team www.guys2.com for their work they put into this and their organization. It was a hot event and couldn’t ask for a better experience.

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I was about 23 when a sub buddy of mine invited me to this sex party called GBU in Brooklyn. He hyped it up with promises of unlimited free beer for just a $20 entry fee—a total bargain in NYC. The guy was always skittish, the type who needed a wingman for everything. I rolled up decked out in my bondage chest harness, fully expecting the vibe to match—and unfortunately it didn’t. The crowd was mostly these polished twink guys strutting in pricey designer jocks, nursing their drinks like they were too precious to get messy. The actual action was nonexistent, which started grinding my gears. I was about 2 beers into the night as my friend finally shows, buzzing with excitement. He grabs me another beer, urging me to chug the rest of mine. Obliging, I ask him where the bathroom is. With this devious smirk, he says, "Follow me," and guides me to a spot on the floor. He drops down to his knees and starts sucking my cock. I'm all for a good BJ, no complaints. However he sees me starting to do the pee pee dance, and says "Just piss in my mouth." Unfamiliar with any protocol in this scene, I revert to my natural state. So I grab his hair with one hand, slap his face with the other, and start pissing all over his face while saying in a deep commanding voice, "You fucking disgusting faggot, drink my piss like the bitch you know you are." Apparently, I must have spoken the secret phrase because the next thing I know, three other guys instantly join me in drenching my friend in their piss. I'm fucking his mouth with my balls slapping against his chin as my beer-piss pours out of his mouth and down his shaved chest. He looks up at me with some other guys piss pouring all over his face, and there it was—the look of pure bliss. After a few years of knowing him, he finally admitted to himself what kind of a faggot he really was. As I kept verbally degrading him, I force him to turn around and shove my cock up his scrawny, hairy ass while a few other guys start to drench him as well. I command him to thank them for their generosity while making him admit what a filthy faggot he is. Over and over again, he admits to a small room of guys what a filthy faggot he is as I clap and slap his cheeks red, ensuring his submission is complete. As I make him beg for my load pounding the shit out of him, I eventually cum in his ass and then force him to the floor while keeping my foot on his chest. Saying, "A faggot like you gets up when I tell you to get up," then I spit in his face as I command some twink to fetch me another beer. I keep him there on the floor with his body covering the drain, making him turn his head and lick it up. This goes on for a while until he finally has to go himself. As he starts to leak, I kneel down, grab his cock, and make him piss all over himself while commanding him to drink. Again, my verbal charms electrify the room further as other guys drain their bladders all over him. Afterwards, he thanks me for giving him exactly what he needed, knowing his dirty secret will be safe with me.

That’s a fine breedable boy ass. You’d definitely be in danger at that party

Just a filthy slut that loves cock

A thong is my daily underwear. Love to feeling between my ass cheeks. They go of in the sauna en they stay on in a cruising spot like a bar, theatre or parking area. I feel slutty in them

I awoke the next morning, still exhausted and feeling completely run down, to G's cock sliding in and out of my ass--exactly as it had been when I fell asleep. I had awoken from the fury of his aggressive strokes, and just seconds after I had regained consciousness I felt him slam deep and hold there as load number..... something..... entered me. I was still damp all over from sweat, but was feeling almost a tad chilly. My arousing must have caused me to clamp down with my ass. "Good morning, handsome." G cooed into my ear, his breathing still a bit heavy. "I couldn't resist, I've been using this ass all night. Figured it was a good trade off for having gotten you home and cleaned up." As the last twitches of his orgasm faded, I realized he was still rock hard, and I was likely about to be used again. Instead, he simply held me tight with his cock buried deep inside me. I felt a warmth begin to spread through by bowels, and it felt like there was pressure building inside me. Oh my god, I realized, he was pissing inside my ass. It continued and continued, and I felt the force of it hitting one spot on my ass wall as he pushed his urine out with some force. I felt the warmth travel across my body as his piss pushed further and further into me, the option for it to exit through my ass hole did not exist. I was becoming extremely uncomfortable from it, realizing he had a very large bladder. Finally, I heard him sigh slightly, and I realized the pressure had stopped increasing. He held his cock in place, trapping his fluids--both cum and piss--in my ass. We lay there like that, my body absorbing his liquid into me, for about an hour. G would occasionally make a series of mini thrusts in my ass, mainly to keep his cock nice and hard so my ass would remain plugged. I heard a buzzing sound, and G reached behind himself and brought his phone around so he could see it. "I know you aren't feeling good, and I know you're probably not happy about being pozzed, but I figured now that the deed is done you might as well enjoy it freely. I invited someone over to meet you. Why don't you hop in the bathroom and let all that drain out, should have you good and ready." This was literally MY PLACE, and yet I found myself simply obeying G's commands. He wasn't barking them at me or anything, but I did find myself wanting to please him. Had I... fallen for him? He was a handsome, older gentleman, who know how to use an ass. But he had infected me with HIV. Who does that to someone they supposedly care about? Did he even care about me or was I just an ass to fuck to him? As my mind raced through these typical questions, I found myself sitting on the toilet with a torrent of piss streaming out. My bowels seemed happy to expel the hot urine, and as the last of it dribbled out, I wiped myself, flushed, and stepped into the shower. I washed myself down, all over--even my ass; I'm sure it needed it. I stepped out, dried myself off, and walked back into my bedroom to find G there, naked with his cock poking straight up and out. He watched me walk over to the hamper and drop my towel in it, then I came back over and sat next to him on the bed. My own cock mirrored his, smaller as it may be. He leaned in an gave me a kiss, then reached down and took my cock in his hand. "I invited over a playmate for you. Give you a chance to play with someone other than me. I think you'll enjoy it, he's a take-charge type which is probably good in this case since you aren't feeling super great. He's just pulling in, so I'll go let him in." He stood and walked into the hallway as I laid back on the bed. I heard him pause and there was some rustling, and I realized he was pulling on some clothes, so as not to answer the door in the nude. I heard him walking toward the door but a knock beat him too it. "Hi," I heard in a soft, yet deep voice. "Is Reid here?" "Hey, you must be Grant," I heard G reply. "Yeah, he said you were coming over. He's back in the bedroom, pretty sure he was just waiting for you to arrive." "Sweet man, he didn't tell me he had a roommate. Or, are you two..." I heard Grant's voice trail off. "Oh, no, nothing serious here. We're super-close, but romance isn't anything we've explored," was the response. And I just ever so slightly picked up on a whimsical tone to the voice. "I got ya. Gets weird sometimes with couples. Groups can be fun, but couples can be complicated. You joining us?" "Nah," I heard G reply. "I think he's needing some intense one-on-one at the moment. Maybe the next time if he's down and you are too." "Fuck yeah, man. You're hot. Would love to see that pointer in person sometime!" Grant's voice seemed to be getting closer as he uttered those last few words and in just a few seconds one hunk of a jock walked into my room. He paused for a second, perhaps surprised to see me in a state of undress already, my cock rock hard against my hint of abs. A smile emerged on his lips, and as he began to pull his own clothes off, I took in the sight in front of me. He stood about 6'2, had a lean but perfectly defined build, and I saw his six-pack and perfectly chiseled tan chest as his polo slid over his head. He had green eyes, and dark brown hair. It was just long enough to be shaggy, but not long enough to fall into his eyes, and it was cropped close on the sides and back. As he shucked his shorts, out popped an uncut cock that was already starting to fill out. His legs were as toned as the rest of him, and a light dusting of chest hair funneled into a slight trail to his groin. He was perfect. Now as nude as me, he walked over, climbed onto the bed, and walked himself on all fours right up to meet me face-to-face. "You are so incredibly sexy man, I'm glad you said you were feeling better. I've been so horny to flip I was about to go nuts," he said to me, and with that his face came down to meet mine and we began making out. He pulled himself up a little, never breaking our kiss, and as his tongue moved deeper into his ass, I felt him reach back and grab my leaking cock. He lifted it to meet his ass, and immediately began pushing back on it. My precum and apparently a little lube on his part allowed my head to penetrate his ass quickly. He pushed himself back down onto me, my dick sinking into him in one smooth motion. My stomach fluttered, as I realized I was inside an ass--raw. I knew I should tell him that I was poz, in the midst of my very own fuck flu. But every time I made a weak effort to break the kiss to tell him, he managed to quickly start again. He was fucking himself on my cock rather quickly and I knew I had no chance to hold back. Grant must have sensed it because he groaned into my mouth and broke the kiss. He sat upright, impaled on my cock, and with a few more bounces my now-toxic orgasm exploded into his ass. Holy hell, my piss slit burned with FIRE as I rocketed my seed deep into him. He felt it and his head fell back as he continued to ride my cock. A good 7-8 shots of cum coated his insides, and slowly he came to a stop, my cock still twitching inside me. "Fuck man, you were serious when you said you had to get off fast. That was hot! Rubbers can really ruin the experience, so I'm glad it said you were neg on your profile!" Wait, WHAT? I hadn't talked to him, I certainly wouldn't have told him I was neg. G! He must have set this whole thing up, posing as me to set up this meeting. And my profile... I hadn't updated it after learning of all this!!! As my cock softened and began to fall out of his ass, Grant slide back between my legs and lifting them up positioned his own uncut head at my opening. He dropped a glob of spit on my hole and pushed in, sinking what was now an 8" uncut dick to the root. "Wow! Most guys can't take me without some serious prep work. You have to tell me about that toy you used. When you said it helped open you up, you weren't kidding! You're not tight at all, fuck yeah!" He went to town on my ass, and I looked at him as he fucked me. Perfectly toned body, healthy, energetic, and completely unaware of what had just infiltrated his rectum. He must have been as pent up as I was, because in no time he was firing off in my ass. A few final thrusts as his orgasm wrapped up, and he was pulling out and reaching for his clothes. "Man, you have no idea how great that felt for me! My girl hasn't put out in weeks, we've been going through a rough patch now that she knows I'm bi. But hell, if you're down, I wouldn't mind some occasionally regular play. Just hit me up, you're just two blocks over!" "Sure thing man, and yeah we can certainly play again," I croaked out. He paused and looked at me, then came over to me as I sat up. "Damn, you have a sexy voice. I'd love to hear that again." And with that, he planted a kiss on my lips and walked out into the hallway. I expected to hear the door open and close, but instead I heard Grant gasp. "Oh, man, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you there." "No worries," I heard G reply, "was just working one out here listening to you two and imagining being part of the fun!" "Hope I didn't ruin it!" "Nah, just about to pop off anyway." "Oh?" The door opened and closed, but somehow I knew Grant didn't leave. Instead, I heard clothes shuffling, and I decided to see if what I knew had to be happening, was. I crept out quietly, and peeked around the corner. G was sitting on my sofa, shorts around his ankles and his red tank on. Grant was sitting on his lap, G's cock buried in his ass and his hands on his hips. Grant's head was back, he was looking at the ceiling, and with a few short bounces I saw G's eyes roll back as he pulled Grant's ass down onto his cock and erupt his own toxic brew into the hot jock's ass. I pulled myself back around the corner so as not to be seen spying, and as I heard G sigh I knew Grant had been truly fucked on this visit. Grant pulled on his clothes and quietly headed to the door. I heard the faintest whisper of, "Thanks!", and the door quietly open and close as he slipped out. "You know me Reid, I'm no one-hit wonder. Why don't you come take this next one." Busted. I walked out and over to G, turned around and simply sat down on his cock. He sank in all the way and he pulled me back against him. "That was so HOT feeling your load in his ass. And I mean HOT, like your cum was warm!" "Did... did he know?" "That I'm toxic and you're pretty much also? He saw your profile, which still says neg, and just said he needed a raw load... ANY load. He moved so quickly even I didn't have a chance to correct him, had I wanted to. And when he just sat right down where you are," and he thrust his pelvis forward a bit to emphasize his meaning, "I figured might as well give him what he wanted." G's hands found my hips, and he began bouncing me on his dick. Sure enough, in short order his cock firmed up, his breathing became erratic, and he pulled me down as he came. He helped me stand, pulling me off his cock, and pulled his shorts up. "I figured you wouldn't mind if we kept some fun going. Dirk texted me, said the boys wanted to check in on you, but I told him I'd make sure it was okay with you first. Why don't you throw some clothes on, and I'll make you some food first, let's see if we can get you to keep anything down."

Best! My bf and I have a Daddy that we meet up with. We always clean up his cock. Nothing like tasting cum and your bf’s juices after a fuck.

Part 4 Well, this was bad. Or maybe good? No, bad. Very bad. My stomach was already doing little flips as I tried to process the words. I glanced down at the ground, but my eyes lingered on his cock again. Did it twitch? "Eyes up here buddy. What are you drinking?" "Uhhhh... shot of Jameson and a Budweiser." I was gonna need some booze for this. "Good boy." He turned back to the bartender and placed the order while I felt the heat rush to my face. He came back in what felt like a second, two bottles in hand, two shots in the other. "Let's head to a table." He didn't break his stride, continuing past me while I failed to get even a "thanks" out. I followed him like a puppy to the darker side of the bar, where he put the drinks on a small table in the corner, took off his hoodie, sat in the booth, patted the spot next to him, and put his arm up top. I managed to steel myself for a second, told him thanks, and sat down next to him, leaving a little gap between us aaaaaaaaand why does he smell so fucking good. Yeah, we're back to bad. This is bad. Deer in headlights. He wasn't soapy, wasn't ripe. There was just a hint of musk coming under his arm that made me get half hard in the blink of an eye. He picked up a shot and raised it towards me. “To strangers." We clinked glasses, knocked back our whiskeys, and took a swig from the bottles. I felt his leg against mine as he started talking. "So. Made it out. First time meeting a guy like me. How are you feeling?" I blurted out “nervous” before I could stop myself. "Aw. Shy boy." He rubbed my shoulder and continued. "We're not so different, you and I. Both of us know what we want, I just get what I want too." He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed, casually but firmly. I took a drink of my beer, put it down and got my voice back a bit. "You know I get ass too. I usually buy the drinks and spread my leg til it touches theirs." "And how does the other side feel, big guy?" It felt good. "Good. Different." He flashed a little bit of a grin. "Good is good. Different is good. I don't mind being what different if it's what I am. I fought it off for a while, but something changed in me, and I didn't care any more. I wanted what I wanted." He slipped his fingertips just under the leg of my shorts. I tried not to get distracted as I felt him start to rub higher up my thigh, but I missed a bit before snapping back in focus. “-feeling a guy squirm when you grind your cock against his hole and and squeeze you when you thrust in deep, nothing between you. Best fucking feeling." I picked up my beer again, took a sip and got out a "yeah" and looked away as I felt his hand climb up my thigh a bit further. "You know, you're even cuter than I expected, boy. I was pretty sure you'd get too afraid and skip out on me, but maybe you're hungrier than I realized." He smiled and used his left hand to casually grab his very hard cock and adjust it before leaving his hand in his lap. Fuck. I looked at his eyes and recognized a hunger of his own. He chuckled and adjusted again, just enough to let the thick tip of his cock peek out of the bottom of his shorts. I couldn't keep it in this time. "Fuck." "That comes later boy. We have to fall in love first." He made his cock throb hard enough that I could see his shorts move. "You're here now, you've got a real breeder with you, what do you want to know?" I caught another sniff of his pit. My brain was fuzzy, the booze was starting to loosen me up and the words started coming. "So you always fuck raw?" "Every time. Haven't played safe in years." “Everyone takes you bare?" "Most people these days don't even ask, they just push back. I don't mind a challenge though. Keeps me sharp." "You don't only fuck guys off BBRT?" "Nah. I use it some, but I find hole everywhere. Grindr, bars, Sniffies, hiking. I'm always on the hunt. And teaching those safe only boys how a real man fucks is a good time." He took another swig from his beer, rubbed his cock through his shorts for a second. “You know you can touch it, right?" I reached over without saying a word, put my hand in his lap, and traced a thick vein on the top of his cock before reaching under his shorts and feeling it in my hand. He was thick, and a bit of precum stuck to my palm as I felt the warmth in my hand. He leaned in a little bit closer and kept going. "The condom boys are the most fun. Fucking sweet holes. Cheaters, good boys, risk averse, whatever, I don't care. Slicking them up with precum and filling them up never gets old." I felt him throb and began stroking him a bit more. "You breed them too?" "Fuck yeah. Whatever it takes to spread my seed." "Fuck." "You thought I was kidding? I have all kinds of ways to get them leaking cum. Years of practice." "When'd you do it last?" "Last week." I tried to keep my composure but it was getting to be too much. "Who?" "Some boy from Grindr. Not much older than you. Blank profile, but I rolled the dice after he said his girlfriend was out of town. Sweet hole. Trusted me to bring a box of condoms. I was happy to help." "You brought some?" "Sure. With a prick right through the center. Not easy to see in a dim room, but just enough for me to start getting my DNA in him a few seconds after I slide in. A minute or two in and more of my cock starts to open up the hole while I thrust. Boy was loving my dick, was clawing at my back while I bottomed out in him. Fresh meat. I didn't even hide when I came, just buried my cock balls deep and grunted. Told him I used a lot of lube." He grinned like a wolf. "He bought it, but it didn't matter, it was too late for him anyway. My seed was already coating the walls of his ass." "Fuck." "Yeah boy. It was fucking hot. You've never done that before?" "No." "Best fucking feeling. When you feel that rubber start to turn into a cock ring and you know he's fucked. Makes me want to shoot right then." He widened his legs and gave me more room to stroke. "It's amazing. I don't even know how many boys I've flooded that way." "Do you tell them after you cum?" "Nah. More fun seeing if I can get away with it. Sometimes I'll tell them it broke just to see if they'll go for another round bare from the start. But I like the challenge." My head was buzzing from his words and his thick cock leaking in my hand, and I needed some air. Now. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom, back in a sec." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom a few steps away, a single sink and toilet with a locking door. I walked to the sink, turned the faucet on, and felt the cool water. What the fuck was I doing? I looked in the mirror for a second, looked down, and cupped my hands under the stream. I heard a knock. "One sec." The knob twisted, the door opened, and he walked in. Of course. "You good?" And in the light I saw him properly, the lean muscle in his legs, the fur dusting his arms, the wolfish grin. I knew what was happening now. "I know what you need," he said, and stroked his bulge again. I didn't even hide the stare this time. "Good boy. On your knees." And I was on my knees. "Look at me." I looked up and saw his eyes staring deep in mine. I felt his hand rub the back of my head, then press my head to his bulge. "Lick." And I did. I breathed in his scent as I traced the outline with my tongue, before wrapping my mouth around the shaft and closing my eyes. It felt so good. He groaned quietly, and that groan made my own cock throb. "That's it boy. Make me feel good." I hungrily licked and kissed through the fabric until he put his hand under my chin and said "stop." He pulled my head off for a second and put the tip of his thumb in my mouth. I'd never needed to taste a cock so badly in my life. He lazily pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take it in my mouth right away. "Open." I opened my mouth, and he put the thick tip on my tongue, and slowly but firmly thrust into my mouth until he was balls deep.I didn't need oxygen, I needed him. He pulled back out, thrust deep again, then pulled out. "Up." He grabbed under my chin, pulled me up and pressed his lips against mine, parting them with his tongue. I was so hungry, and he was too. We made out for a few seconds before he pulled back and pushed me back on my knees. "Open." And I did, and I had his cock down my throat again. "Gooood boy. That's it. Show me how much you need it." I lost myself in servicing him, trying to alternate short and deep, licking the underside with my tongue, using a bit of hand to cradle his heavy balls as I sucked. "Fffffffuck yeah, keep going." And I did. I kept servicing him, and it felt right. Time slipped. I was feeling him throb in my throat when I heard the doorknob twist and open. They were halfway through the door before I could start to pull off, but he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down deeper as he turned around to look. I heard him as I tried to pull off. "Hey there. Just give us a sec, we're almost done." He released my head and I pulled off, and he moved aside just enough for me to see the person trying to come in, and it was someone I knew. A guy I hooked up with a few times before he started seeing someone. Matt. Cute twinky sub. Our eyes met for a brief second as he realized what was happening. Matt saw me like this? "Sorry," Matt said as he ducked back out. My stranger didn't miss a beat. "Open." And I did, and he began thrusting again. "Fuck yes. You're getting me close boy. Get ready. Don't waste a single fucking drop." I'd never. "FFfffffuck." He growled and pulled back so that his head was just inside my mouth. The first shot hit my tongue. He tasted so sweet. And then his cock was back down my throat and throbbing while he grunted. "FUCK." I wanted it all. I swallowed the first few throbs and stayed anchored to the root of his cock as it continued to pulse. After seven or eight throbs, I knew I'd got his load, and began cleaning him off, getting every last drop, squeezing his shaft to get anything left. "That's a good boy." And he pulled me up and began kissing me again. I realized I hadn't touched my cock the whole time and went to rub. He swatted my hand away. “Not now. No wasting it." He pulled his shorts back up and opened the door, and Matt was waiting outside. "All yours cutie, we're finished for now." He smiled and walked out the door, and left me to chase him. Matt was grinning as I walked by. "See you around." Fuck. He laughed and closed the door behind him, and I caught up with my stranger, who was back at the bar ordering. "You know him?" "Yeah. Old bottom friend of mine. Has a BF now.” "Cute boy. Introduce me when he's back. I got you another beer." He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and passed them to the bartender as I licked my lips and tasted a hint of his cum. I felt my heart race again, and I knew I had to get the FUCK out of there. "Taste good? You know I still have more for you, boy" he said. Fuck. "Uh, that was fucking hot, but I gotta go." He picked up the bottles and shook his head a little. "I'll see you around boy." I went toward the exit, paused, turned my head back and saw him leaning against the wall by the bathrooms, bottles in hand. Then I walked out into the night.

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Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

I was in the park at night time. I saw a dude with no pants on. He was leaning on the fence rail. I walked up behind him, pushed my track pants down and just slid my dick in. I was fucking for several minutes and a fit tracksuit guy came up behind me and rubbed my ass and felt up my cock and balls to find me raw in the guy with no pants. I adjusted my stance so he could get at my hole, he rubbed some spit in to lube my crack. Track suit guy slid in as I was slow fucking the guy against the fence rail. Track suit guy quickly built up to full speed and in about two minutes fulled my hole with cum. This faster pace got me horny as and I blew my load in no pants guy. I went back to my truck and drove home with my ass full of cum.

Three loads last night from a three anon guys. They just opened a part of the Blue Ridge Parkway a couple weeks ago that had been shutdown since the hurricane. It's a known cruising area and one I've been bred at numerous times. The first guy followed me from the parking lot up one of the trails, probably in his forties, beefy dad type with a beard. We go to the old spot and I drop to my knees and take his short cock in my mouth before he tells me he wants to fuck my hole. I drop my shorts and he pulls my plug out and puts it in my mouth. He shoves into me a within 5 minutes he's loading me. I didn't notice the other two show up and as soon as the first guy is done, a fat cock with a very nice upward curve is in me going to town. He thanked the guy for lubing my snatch for him. He rails me for a couple of minutes then cums on my back with the last few spurts back in my hole as he softens. He smacks my ass and leaves. I don't get much of a look at him. The third guy is a biker type with jeans a motorcycle vest and a couple of military (marine I think) patches. He has full sleeve tattoos on both arms. Probably pushing 50 plus, skinny but fit. He pulls out his cock which is long but average girth. He has a huge PA and several other piercings down the shaft and a metal cock ring and another ring above his huge balls. "You want this?" He asked me. "I'll take everything those balls have." "Good slut." He shoves in and fucks me amazingly well. The best ive had in a long time. We are in multiple position before he's power driving into me while I'm on the forest floor. He bellows as he cums into me. The metals piercings clearly scratched my tunnel as there's a bit of blood and cum on them when he pulls out. He shoves my plug back into me. "You never asked for status..." He says. "I know the rule. Don't ask, don't tell." He smirked, "I like you. You thirsty?" I get on my knees in front of him, take my shirt off and nod. He pisses all over my face and then puts his cockhead on my lips and fills my mouth up. I swallow all that he gives me. We determined were both local and exchanged numbers to meet up this weekend.

“That was some party last night, huh?” my wife Beth said. “I saw you leave with Eric. Tell me what happened.” She looked at me intently. I knew I would tell her everything. * * * It had been her idea to dress me as a woman for the Halloween party the night before. She had suggested it a couple of weeks earlier. She had often said I was kind of pretty rather than handsome. I agreed to her idea, but I certainly didn’t appreciate just how far she would go. We had spent hours preparing for the party. She had made me shave my body hair, plucked my eyebrows, used bright red polish on my finger nails, and then spent a long time doing my makeup. She even told me use an enema, “just in case you meet some guy you really like,” as she put it. She dressed me in a garter belt and black stockings, high heels she bought in my size, and a bra which she filled with silicon falsies. When she saw that I had an erection in her black lace panties, she simply said she would take care of the bulge, and she taped my cock back against my abdomen. Then I slipped on a short, tight black dress. She gave me some of her jewelry to wear, including her fake diamond rings, and dabbed some of her perfume on my wrists and behind my ears. Last came a shoulder-length, dark brunette wig. When we were done, I stood in front of a mirror. I was amazed at the transformation: I really looked like an attractive woman. My whole body tingled with excitement. “Wow!” Beth exclaimed. “Andy, you are one hot-looking babe. You could easily pass as a woman. You need a cute woman’s name. We’ll call you Robin tonight at the party.” I thought it odd that she chose the name of my former girlfriend but I didn’t say anything. I felt my face get warm and saw myself blush in the mirror. I began to have second thoughts and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it, but she dismissed my doubts. “We’re just going to a Halloween party, Robin. People always cross boundaries at these things. Just go with it.” And I did. I was very nervous at first. About half the people were in costume, and I wasn’t the only one cross-dressing. That helped me relax. A couple of guys gave me drinks and I started to loosen up and flirt with them, using gestures I had often seen my wife use when she was teasing men. It all seemed like harmless fun. I had no intention of letting it go beyond that until I met Eric, a friend of Beth’s from work. She had mentioned him as a very handsome gay man. I saw them talking and looking at me, and then she signaled me to come over. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had an amazing physique, which he showed off in a tight tank top and short-shorts. I noticed a cute rope tattoo on his right bicep. My mouth was strangely dry. My cock strained against the tape. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. “Eric, meet my friend Robin,” Beth said. “I’ve been telling you about her. She’s on the shy side but really sweet once you get to know her.” She winked at him and then went across the room to speak with her friend Mark, an ex-boyfriend that she still slept with on the side. Eric took me by the hand and led me to a quiet corner. He told me how pretty I was and how much he liked my perfume. I couldn’t understand why I found his words so exciting, but I was secretly thrilled that he found me attractive. Then he leaned close, put his arm around my waist, and kissed and licked my neck. Then he breathed on the wet spot. My whole body trembled. I looked for Beth, but she was on the far side of the room, slow-dancing with Mark. “Why don’t we split and go back to my place?” Eric whispered in my ear. “I’d love that,” I replied, still stimulated by the thought that he found me desirable and dizzy with a sexual desire I couldn’t really understand. He called a car and we got into the back seat. On the ride to his place, he stroked the inside of my thigh. I turned toward him and his lips found mine. It was the first time I had kissed a man. I was surprised by how natural it felt and how much I liked it. What was happening to me? When we reached his building, Eric led me inside by the hand. We rode the elevator to his floor, his hand stroking my butt. I enjoyed the sensation. Once inside his apartment, he embraced me and we started to kiss, much more passionately. I was aware of the physical difference between us and how I really felt like the female half of a couple. Even in my heels, he was at least three inches taller than me. I am slender and his body seemed much more masculine than mine. After a few minutes, Eric guided me into his living room, where he sat on a chair and spread his legs. I kneeled in front of him, and unfastened his shorts. He lifted his hips and I slid his shorts and briefs down and off. I looked up and saw his cock, long and veiny, inches from my face. It seemed natural to grasp it in my hands, which looked so feminine with my wife’s sparkling rings and my red nails. I stroked his cock gently for a couple of minutes, then looked into Eric’s blue eyes. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I leaned forward and licked the silky-smooth head of his dick, glistening with his precum. It was delicious! Now I understood why Beth loved sucking cock, mine and other guys’. I ran my tongue along the shaft and then around his balls. Finally, I began to take Eric’s dick into my mouth, gently and slowly, and was rewarded with a loud moan. His hands found my head, his grip gentle. “First time you sucked a man’s cock?” he asked. “Mm-hmm,” I murmured, not stopping. “I think you’re a natural,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. I continued to suck him, pumping him firmly but gently, the way I liked Beth to do it. I had to pause when he hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but he understood. I resumed and started to go faster, pausing at times to take his balls in my mouth. Eric couldn’t restrain himself as he thrust into my mouth. Eager to swallow his load, I thought he was about to cum. But he stopped me and pulled my mouth off him. I looked up at him, puzzled. “I have something else in mind, Robin. Let’s go into my bedroom.” Once there, Eric, unzipped my dress in back and I let it slip off my shoulders to the floor. He slid his fingers into the waist of my panties and pulled them down, too. Then he carefully removed the tape from my cock, which sprung forward. He didn’t remove my bra or my garter belt, stockings, and heels. In my head space, I was still pretending to be a woman. Eric kicked off his shoes and then pulled his tank top over his head. That’s when I saw it: the poison symbol tattoo on his lower abdomen. He saw me staring at it. “You know what this means?” I nodded. “I can use a rubber, if you prefer. But we’ll both enjoy this more if I’m uncovered.” I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was too caught up in the moment. “Will you stop if I ask you to?” “Of course,” he answered. “Let’s start without a condom.” He smiled broadly. I lay down on my back with my head on the pillow, the hair on my wig brushing against my cheeks. It was a very demine sensation. Eric lay on top of me. I loved feeling his masculine bulk pressing me into the mattress. As we resumed kissing, I ran my hands over his muscular arms, back and shoulders, incredibly turned on by his strength. Our cocks rubbed together, his longer and thicker than mine. Then he slid down the bed and pushed my legs up and apart. I felt his tongue on my butt hole, then it wormed its way inside me. I felt my entire body quiver with wonderful, new sensations. Suddenly I was very glad Beth had made me clean myself out. How could she have known? Eric paused to reach for some lube, which he spread on his fingers and then applied to my ass. I felt him penetrate me, first with one finger, next a second, then a third. His touch was gentle, warm and pleasurable. After stretching me for a couple of minutes, he moved his body up and pointed his cock at my hole. I reached down and guided the tip until it met my flesh and then slid into me, slowly. It seemed strange to be doing to another man what my wife had done so often to me. But it also felt very natural, like this was what I should always have been doing. At first my ass resisted and I felt a burning sensation. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to take such a thick cock. Eric saw me wince. “Just relax and push back, Robin,” he said softly. All of a sudden, my ass opened to welcome the intruder, and I felt a kind of rippling sensation as my sphincter accepted penetration. I gasped at the intense pleasure, which only grew stronger as Eric went deeper. He must’ve hit my prostate because it felt amazing, incredible. I never wanted the feeling to end. Soon Eric was buried deep, so deep, inside me, his balls resting against my butt cheeks. He kissed me, our tongues dancing together. “Oh, god, Robin,” he said. “You are so tight and warm. Do you like it?” “I love it!” I replied. “I love being fucked. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.” Eric smiled. “Well, honey, you don’t have to miss it anymore.” He started to move in and out, propping himself on his arms. I rested my legs on his shoulders. I thought my tights and heels looked cute. When I gripped his powerful forearms with my dainty hands, I felt very, well, female, but also something else – I knew the female part was pretend, a fantasy, but the pleasure came from being a man being fucked in the ass by a stronger, more masculine man. I knew in that instant that I was meant to be a bottom. Eric picked up the pace, with long, deep thrusts. I looked at his face, lost in his own pleasure. I could sense his building orgasm. He paused. “I’m gonna cum soon. Should I pull out? Tell me now, baby, before it’s too late.” The moment of decision. I knew what he wanted. I also wanted it. No, I needed it. Besides, weird as it seemed, somewhere inside me, I knew I would have to tell Beth that I had made him pull out, and she would be pissed and disappointed. I couldn’t face her disapproval. “Cum inside me, Eric. I don’t care if you’re positive. I want you to cum inside me.” He smiled and kissed me deeply. Then he resumed pounding my ass, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. Deep grunts escaped his throat. Such a sexy sound, a man rutting in heat, about to deposit his seed in his bitch. Me. One final grunt, a pause, and then rapid deep thrusts. I could feel the ribbons of his toxic cum with each pulse. So much wetness inside me! Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing very hard. I turned my head, our lips met again, and his tongue invaded my mouth. In a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep, still inside me. My fingers stroked his hair and back. Then I was overcome with a wave of doubt and fear. I had been reckless, caught up in our passion. Would I be infected? I could even die. But then I realized that I wanted to share the risks with other gay men, and I accepted what I had chosen to do. The rest of the night we spent fucking and sleeping. In the morning I slipped on my dress, with Eric pulling up the zipper. He held me close, then looked me in the eyes. “I enjoyed my night with Robin. I would love to see you again. But next time it has to be with Andy. You have to accept who you are.” “I’ll think about it,” I said. I felt a tear in my eye as I turned away from him and left. * * * I related all of this to Beth when she asked me about the night. She seemed delighted that I had let Eric fuck me bareback. “I mean, when you left with him, I assumed you would suck his cock. But I didn’t think you’d let him fuck you like a little bimbo. And bareback! What got into you, Andy?” “I don’t know. I got caught up in the moment.” She said nothing for a few minutes. “Does he want to see you again?” she asked, “Yes, but only if I come as a man. No more Robin stuff.” “So, he wants you to accept that you’re gay, right?” There was a pause as I thought about where this had taken me. “Yes. I think I’m ready for that.” “Andy, I’ve always suspected that you were gay. I’m really glad you’ve reached this point. I was planning to tell you today that I’ve decided Mark and I should be together. It’s much easier this way, knowing you’ve found out who you really are.” I sat in silence, trying to sort out my emotions. As usual, Beth was right. I had enjoyed man sex much more than straight sex. She couldn’t stay married to a gay man. She broke the silence. “And the best part, honey, is that I think you may have a boyfriend. Eric wants to see you again. Don’t wait – text him you want to go on a date with him next weekend.” I didn’t hesitate. Then she gave me a big hug. We held each other for a long time. * * * Eric invited me to dinner the following Saturday. I found it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Beth wasn’t around much – she moved in with Mark the day after the party. But she was still involved with what she called my “lifestyle evolution.” She had very definite ideas about how gay men dressed and decided I needed new clothes, much tighter than what I had been wearing. “You have such a cute body, Andy,” she said. “You should flaunt it so Eric and other gay men can admire it.” I had to admit I really liked the way I looked in what she had picked out. The clothes accentuated my slim build and tight bubble butt. Then she went online to a place that sells underwear for gay men and found me several thongs and one pair of briefs with no back. It left my butt exposed and available. She insisted I model it for her. “Oh, honey, that’ll be perfect for date night with your boyfriend. It’ll make it so easy for him to fuck you.” I blushed but agreed I would wear it. On our date, Eric took me to dinner. We weren’t the only gay couple in the restaurant, which made me more comfortable. He held my hand and occasionally reached beneath the table to stroke my exposed thigh – this time we were both wearing short-shorts. I noticed he was wearing a rainbow pride ring. “I want one of those,” I said, and he promised to buy me one. After dinner we strolled hand-in-hand through a neighborhood park. Once we stopped to kiss; I found the idea of making out in public with another man to be a real turn-on. We ended up back at my house, where we were soon down to our underwear. He loved how my backless briefs made my ass so available and told me to thank Beth. We positioned ourselves on the bed so we could pleasure each other at the same time. I built up to an orgasm more quickly and erupted in his mouth. He held my cum within his lips until he could maneuver to kiss me so we could share the taste of my jism. I loved it! Eric next directed me to stand facing the dresser, legs apart, with my ass exposed. I stared into the mirror behind the dresser as he approached me from behind. Then our eyes met in our reflections. “I’ll ask you again, Andy: do you want me to use a rubber? I’m not on meds. If I keep fucking you bareback, I will impregnate you with my toxic seed. That would be very special for me. But you have to be willing.” “It would be special for me, too, sweetie,” I replied immediately. “When you asked me out again, I knew that I wanted to share my body with you and please you without any limits.” With that, Eric began to lube my hole. This time he wasn’t gentle and I felt him scratch me inside. He was going to poz me intentionally. That thought made me hot with desire. I pushed my ass back toward my top and told him, no, ordered him to fuck me. He gripped my waist with his strong hands. Then I felt the head of his dick press against my butt hole, slick with lube. The burning sensation followed as my sphincter resisted. For a moment I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take Eric’s cock, but I told myself Robin had done it and so could I. As if it had a will of its own (and maybe it does?), my ass opened and welcomed his penetration. I grabbed the dresser and moaned. My body was wracked with wonderful sensations of warmth and fullness. Eric pushed into me, steadily and relentlessly, leaning forward to plant wet kisses in my ear. He told me how much he loved being inside me and how my cunt was made for his cock. I loved the way he talked dirty to me, making me feel like a slut even though he was the only man I had had sex with. I looked down at the dresser and saw a picture of Beth in a black negligee staring back at me, her chin resting on her hand with her wedding and engagement ring clearly visible. Eric saw the photo, too. “She’s a very sexy woman, Andy. You two will have more in common now – you can both get fucked by men who like to be on top.” I smiled at him in the mirror and told him he had that right. Eric picked up the pace. I caught his rhythm and started to push my butt back to meet his thrusts, which seemed to energize him even more. In the mirror I looked at his face, taut with pleasure and mounting sexual tension. I could sense his approaching orgasm as I kept pushing back on him. “Cum inside me, Eric!” I pleaded loudly. “Give me your toxic seed. Breed me. I need it. I need to go all the way with you.” “Here it comes, baby,” Eric cried out. “Take my fucking toxic load. Take it all.” I felt his body tense one final time, then he slammed into me repeatedly and I again felt his warm cum spurting inside me. I could picture the poison jism shooting deep into my ass, seeking the raw tissue and the path to my bloodstream. There would be no turning back now. I had chosen my fate. I felt a strange sense of calm and completeness. I turned my face to Eric’s, pulled his mouth to mine, and we shared a deep kiss that seemed to go on forever.

That's usually the case... when I first to get fucked, I insisted the top wear condoms, but I found that some tops wouldn't stay hard with the condom which was always awkward. Then I started to get fucked raw by guys I knew as well and found that I preferred to be bred. It wasn't until I was gangbanged by sleazy men at a local rest stop that I discovered my true addiction for raw cock. I remember getting an anon message from a guy telling me that 2 of the dudes that were fucking me raw were POZ and that they had just gifted me. Instead of being disgusted and scared, I was so turned on that I feel like a whole new side of me opened up.

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

Part 32 - Not So Straight Dennis had been manning the front desk at the hotel. It was the last home football game of the season and it didn’t look to be a winning day. It didn’t matter, the alums were in town by the carload and the hotel was booked solid. Even the party room, #152 was booked by an older gay couple who had invited Dennis to stop by later that evening to help break the couple’s new houseboy in. As game time grew near, the crowd had slowed and he finally got time for a quick break. He came back to the front desk and looked over and saw someone he recognized. The guy got up off the lobby chair and nervously walked over to the front desk and said to Dennis “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Chris and we met in the sauna here a month or so ago.” It had been a busy month, but Dennis smiled and said “Yeah, I was the second guy to have some fun with you. Weren’t you here with your wife and kids that weekend?” Chris nodded and Dennis asked “What can I help you with?” Chris stammered bit before saying “I had a really good time that weekend and was wondering if you knew where I could do that again?” Dennis chuckled before asking “What part of it did you like best or want to repeat? That was pretty spontaneous, so its kind of hard to just run into things like that again. I know that the other guy isn’t in town anymore, so some part of it would have to be different.” “Yeah, I know. But the whole damn thing was so hot. I never felt so alive and scared at the same time” Chris told Dennis. Dennis suddenly changed the conversation and said “I’m sorry sir, but we are all booked for this weekend. Maybe next weekend might work for you?” as one of the other customers walked by toward the breakfast area. Once the other customer was out of hearing range, Dennis went back to the original conversation, saying “Can I ask how you’ve been feeling since that weekend? If you remember, the other guest may have given you something.” Chris’s face turned pale and he said “Nothing out of the ordinary. I get a lot of colds with the kids around. Why?” Dennis smiled before saying “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if that was one of the things you liked. You should probably get tested anyway, especially if you’re having sex with your wife.” Chris looked embarrassed and told Dennis “Yeah, that was part of it. Do you really think I caught something? I’ve fucked her several times since then but I know she’s been cheating on me too.” An evil smirk came over Dennis’s face. With any luck, not only was Chris poz, but his wife and the guys she was doing were too. “You should go over to the Jones clinic and get tested to find out. If you want to make sure you got something, though, I think I know a few guys that can help you” Dennis said . “Fuck, that would be great!” Chris said excitedly. Dennis chuckled and motioned with his head and Chris followed him down the hall. Dennis unlocked a door and they walked through the back door of the Men’s locker room. “Let’s do this quick, I gotta get back to work” Dennis said as he unzipped his pants. Chris got on his knees and pulled Dennis’s hardening cock out of his underwear and began to suck it. Dennis was typing away on his phone “have bi slut in hotel locker rm. he needs loads”. He copied the text and sent it off to a few people. He set his phone down on the bench and then started to face fuck Chris. He shoved hard, forcing his thick cock into Chris’s throat, making him gag. After repeating that a few times, Dennis pulled his cock out and said “Get your clothes off and bend over the bench.” He laughed to himself as Chris was so eager to get fucked he almost fell over he stripped so fast. Dennis bent over and rimmed Chris’s hole a minute before standing up and pressing his cock against Chris’s tight pucker and watched his precum start to ooze out and cover the hole. Chris relaxed and Dennis’s cock sunk into the warm, soft tunnel. Dennis loved a pump and dump and knew he had to get back to the front desk quickly. He thrust his cock in all the way and heard Chris stifle his scream. “Yeah, that’s a good slut. Take my cock nice and deep. Let’s get you lubed up for the other guys I invited over to fuck you. I hope you weren’t planning on getting home soon” Dennis said softly as he picked up the pace and was fucking Chris harder. The door creaked open and Dennis looked over as Tony and Derrick walked around the corner. They started to rub their crotches as Dennis fucked. Dennis slammed his cock into Chris’s hole and felt his balls release their charged up seed. The shots of cum coated the walls of Chris’s fuck chute and Dennis pistoned his cock several times, pushing it in deeper. He slowly pulled his cock out and pushed any cum that tried to escape back into the greedy hole. As soon as they saw Dennis start to pull out, Tony and Derrick moved in. Derrick pressed his large cock to Chris’s lips and Tony just shoved his cock deep into Chris’s pussy. Dennis grabbed a towel and cleaned his cock, pulled his pants up and said “Have fun!” before walking out the side door and back to work. Tony kept drilling his cock in and out of Chris’s fuck hole enjoying the sloppy cunt, knowing it was going to be even sloppier when they were done. Few words were spoken as Tony fucked and Derrick stuffed Chris’s mouth with his long, fat cock. Chris figured there was no point in protesting his treatment, either one of the guys could easily take him by themselves, besides he was really enjoying being a piece of meat for strange guys to fuck. He had little clue as to who was fucking him now, he knew the guy fucking his face was tall, muscular and black, but that was all he could tell from the brief glimpse he got before his throat was filled with cock. Tony started hammering Chris’s hole and then pushed in hard and held it there as his cock twitched and pumped more toxic cum inside. Tony and Derrick swapped positions and Chris was tasting the cum from his ass as he cleaned and sucked Tony’s cock. Derrick forced his cock into the cum slick hole, hearing Chris scream out until his cock finally popped inside. Derrick let Chris get used to the thickness of his cock for a minute before he began driving his cock in and out. Derrick assumed that Chris hadn’t had any cocks as thick as his, but he really didn’t care. Guys like this were made to be cumdumps and they would learn to take all cocks eventually. He didn’t have an even fuck motion like many guys, Derrick liked to pull out slowly and then shove his cock in hard. Each time he thrust in, he forced Tony’s cock down Chris’s throat, muffling the screams Chris was trying in vain to make. Grabbing Chris’s hips, he shoved in hard, ripping past his second ring and held there for a while until he felt the ring stop spasming from the sudden invasion. He pulled back, past the second ring, then the first, looking at the tortured hole filled with cum and blood. Derrick slammed back in, Tony holding his cock deep inside Chris’s throat and grinning as Derrick did his best to wreck Chris’s pussy. You could see the sweat pour off Chris’s back and face. Derrick slowly pulled all the way out and with one more hard shove, buried his cock into Chris and felt his cock start to pulse, pumping more tainted seed into the father of two. “Aww, man. That holes gonna be all stretched out before I get to it” said a voice nearby. Tony laughed and said “Don’t worry Luis, I’m sure it will close up a bit before you fuck him.” Derrick’s body gave one more big shake as the orgasm ended, adding one more spurt of diseased spunk deep inside Chris. Derrick pushed Tony aside and let Chris concentrate on the cum covered shaft in front of him. Luis waited and watched Chris clean the cock that had just wrecked him and then began eating Chris’s hole. His tongue lapped and poked, tasting the coppery tasting cum. When he felt the hole gripping his tongue, he knew it would be tight enough to feel good around his cock. Luis stood up and without any warning, drove his cock all the way into Chris’s cunt. There was only a quiet yell from Chris this time and Luis pounded Chris’s hole without any warmup. Only five minutes of hard fucking and Luis screamed out himself and forced his cock in as deep as he could and shot several volleys of poz cum into Chris’s sloppy cumhole. “I heard you’re going to have a couple more guys stop by to use that sweet hole, papi, so don’t go nowhere” Luis said as he pulled his cock out and slapped Chris’s ass. Chris laid on the bench with his ass up and waited. He ran his finger over his fuck hole and felt the cum. He pushed it in and then sniffed his finger, smelling the cum before licking his finger clean. He was almost ready to give up when he heard the door creak open again. He raised his ass up like before, one knee on the bench and the other foot on the floor. He glanced back and saw another hispanic guy walking up rubbing his crotch. “Mmmm, thats a nice hole, papi. I hope it loves my special seed. It took 23 guys to make it and today’s the first day I feel good enough so I can share it.” Juan had been wanting to get pozzed for a couple years and finally it happened on his terms. The club gangbang a week after Joe, Kyle, Dennis, Steven and Aaron’s induction was the one that finally did it. There were only two bottoms that week but both of them got toxic loads that ended their neg days forever. Juan quickly had his pants down and was thrusting into Chris’s cum filled hole. He fucked hard and brutal, wanting to make sure that his seed helped charge this guy up. Chris wasn’t sure he could take much more pounding. Juan had been driving his cock into Chris for almost 20 minutes before he grabbed his shoulders and planted his cock and pumped seven volleys of viral cum into his ex-jock ass. Juan leaned over and whispered in his ear “I hear your wife likes to cheat. I want to give her the same gift I just gave you. Where can I find her?” Chris was in a daze and told him a few places she liked to go to and his home address without even thinking. “Thanks papi” Juan said as he pulled his cock out and pulled up his basketball shorts and walked out. Chris laid back down, his heart racing and his breathing was heavy. He was finally being the gay slut that he had always wanted to be. He slowly got up and walked back towards the sauna, the place where his current adventure had started. He grabbed a towel and went in, sitting down on the towel and trying to keep his hole closed to hold in all of the precious cum. He was relaxed and yet excited. The door to the sauna opened and in walked a tall, muscular guy about ten years older than him. He had a tanned furry body with several weathered tattoos and one fresh biohazard tattoo. His face had a full dark beard with some bits of gray in it and a determined look on his face. His muscles were those of a guy that did hard labor for a living, probably construction of some sort, not from steroids and gym workouts. “You the guy looking for some hot loads?” asked Carl. Chris grinned and said “yup”. “Then turn around and show me that ass” Carl said. Chris turned around and bent over the upper bench. Carl stood on the lower bench and rammed his cock all the way into Chris’s pussy. Normally that would have sent Chris screaming for the door, but his hole was so ravaged by the previous guys it was just a mild stinging that he felt. Carl started his slow, firm thrusts into Chris and continued for almost a half an hour. “Ya know, I used to be a total bottom slut like you that couldn’t get enough cock. Now, I can’t wait to breed another guy and knock his ass up.” Chris had never had a conversation while having sex, but kind of enjoyed hearing Carl talk to him while stroking his cock into Chris. Finally, Carl started to fuck faster and faster until he started to grunt loudly and his cock started spurting his newly charged cum into Chris’s doomed hole. “Nice, its like deja vu” Dennis said from the doorway to the sauna. Carl pulled his cock out of Chris and jabbed his fingers into the stretched out hole. He pulled his fingers out and sucked the cum off of them and walked back to the showers. Dennis walked up and said “Sit on the top bench, lets do it like the first time.” Chris turned around and slid on to the top bench with his ass hanging off. Dennis got on the lower bench and poked his cock into Chris’s swollen hole. Chris gritted his teeth as he felt Dennis’s cock bottom out inside him. It was a quick fuck, just like the one several weeks earlier. Quick, hard and purposeful. The only difference this time was that Dennis wasn’t shooting blanks, but now a very toxic potion of cum. Dennis had Chris folded up and his hands interlocked behind Chris’s neck. He stared deep into his eyes as he pounded and mixed up the collection of poz strains in Chris’s cunt. The strokes started getting ragged and Dennis began dumping another load of bug filled cum into Chris. He pulled out and looked at Chris. “Thats all the guys I could get today, but that should fuck you up. I left the address of the clinic and who to ask for with your clothes. They’re waiting for you today. They’ll test you and let you know what your current status is. If its neg, then get tested again in a month or so. Good luck!” Dennis left the sauna and quickly showered before going back to work. Chris just stayed in the sauna for several minutes contemplating what his future was going to be. He went over to the clinic and asked for an STD test by Tyler. Chris went back a few days later and was told that the test showed negative for all the standard STDs that they screen for. As he pulled up to his house after getting the results, he saw a strange car in the driveway. He waited in his car in front of the neighbor's house and soon watched Juan walk out the front door after kissing Chris’s wife.

they all btm, and those who say they didn't won't manup and admit it