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Ken was a nervous mess. He walked into this bar that he had never even knew existed 24 hours ago. Ken is a 25-yr old Caucasian man standing 5’9” with brown hair and blue eyes with average build. He was quite aware he wasn’t winning any contests but he was pleasant to look at. Ken was on the prowl tonight. He had heard from this guy at work that this club helped men get a dumb bitch high so they could fuck all night long. At first, he was shocked as this information and slightly appalled. He didn’t stay that way though. The next day he was asking his co-worker the information. He had thought the man was doing him a solid, after-all, Ken hadn’t been laid in a long while. He wasn’t above paying a little for it. He was shocked a little that the co-worker confided in him so easily since they didn’t particularly like each other. In fact, they had been feuding for quite a while. Ken just brushed it off as a bro helping out a fellow bro. Ken had followed his instructions as laid out. He showed up at the end of the night when it would be darker and they would be playing the loudest music. Ken walked up to the bar at the far side of the establishment. He found the only bartender wearing a silver shirt, just like he was hold he would be. Ken flagged the bartender down and ordered a rum and coke for himself and a “party girl” for the lovely blonde woman he was pointing out. Ken slipped him the proper amount for the bribe and the bartender gave Ken a wink. The bartender proceeded to make a mixed drink with some liquid added to it. The bartender flagged another employee and had the drink delivered to the woman dancing in front of Ken. Ken was too preoccupied to notice that the bartender made his weak rum and coke with a dose of G mixed in. Last call came up and Ken waited eagerly for the woman to show sign of incapacitation but to no avail. She left with her friends and Ken was stuck at the bar alone. Ken was upset that he had even tried to follow through with drugging a woman. At the very least, he was upset that he never made a move. When the bartender was pushing the last customer out the bar, he locked up and made his way back to the bar where Ken was nursing his second drink. The bartender introduced himself as Julian. Ken finally got a proper look at Julian. He was a 5’11” black man with a swimmer’s build. Ken stared at the silver shirt reflecting the little light there was in the room. Julian said he felt bad that Ken didn’t come up but he doesn’t give refunds. Ken got to his feet, feeling defeated. He was just about to start for the door when Julian invited him to stay and chill a bit. He said no refunds but that he would at least let him hit a bowl before he left. Ken was feeling really good and accepted his consolation prize following the black man to a side office. The went through a different door out of the office into what looked like a dimly lit bedroom. Ken thought bedroom because of the bed visible when he first walked in. There was some sort of thing that hung from the ceiling that he had never seen before. To his slight right there was a couch and big screen tv playing some sort of B movie (the kind that had tits in almost every scene). And finally, there was a nice-looking bathroom to the very right. Ken turned his attention to the couch where he saw another black man sitting down. He was wearing a white tank and pants. It took a minute but Ken recognized him as the bouncer in the club. The bouncer was just as tall as Julian, if not taller. Not that he could really tell with him sitting down. He had a muscular football player physique that looked really good in the tank. Julian told Ken to sit down next to his new friend Dee while he made everyone a drink. Ken sat down next the big guy. He attempted to make small talk with Dee but only received one-word answers as response. Julian was busy at the minibar he had set up next to the bed. He opened a mini fridge and pulled out 2 beers. He started making a weak rum and coke and opened a box with a collection of pills and powders. He mixed in a crushed Cialis, crushed ecstasy, and a small shard of Tina. He stirred until everything dissolved. Julian came back to the 2 men with drinks in hand. He sat on the other side of Ken. They made small talk for a while until Ken had finished his drink. Once that drink was empty, Julian pulled out a packed pipe from his pocket. He pulls out a lighter and takes a hit. He blows it out right in Ken’s face. Ken is taken back by cloud in his face. He would normally be upset at such a move, but he was feeling really good right now and was chill as can be. Ken opens his mouth to say that he thought Julian was gonna bring out some weed. He received a head nod indicating negative. Julian spouts that cool, this stuff is even better than weed. Makes you feel really good. Ken was down to try the mystery substance. Julian places the pipe up to Ken’s mouth and lights it for him. Ken takes his first hit of Tina and blows out a small cloud. Oh, come on, you can do better than that exclaimed Julian. He was told to breath in slower this time. The second flick of the lighter and Ken filled his lungs with the crystal and blew out a large cloud. Julian says perfect and Dee echoes the comment. Dee says that he loves watching a boy take his first hit of T. They insisted that Ken continue to finish off the bowl. Ken was happy to oblige. When Ken finally handed the empty pipe over to Julian, Julian pulled out a baggie with considerable amount of crystals in it. He finds a decent sized shard and refilled. He takes a hit to melt the bowl and then passes it to Dee. Dee takes 2 hits and passes it to Ken. The greedy little piggy starts hit after hit, taking 4 in total. He hands it back to Dee. Dee smiles and says it’s gonna be a good night. That’s when Dee drops the bombshell. He tells the guys that he is expecting a nice snow bunny to be showing up any time now. Ken’s smile faded as the thought he was going to have to head home now. Then Dee follows up with oh she is definitely down to fuck and that his boys can join him in the fun. Ken smiles and is overcome with delight that he would be fucking tonight afterall. Which is good because he felt his dick start to act up in his pants. Julian says he is gonna be the first to shower quickly and that they can shower right after him. Julian walks over to the bathroom and strips naked. He turns around and makes eye contact with Ken. The naked man says he will be right back and go ahead and keep smoking without him. Dee picks up the pipe and takes a huge hit blowing it down on Ken. He hands over the pipe to the white boy. No sooner does he take a second hit when Julian taps him on the shoulder and tells him that it’s his turn to jump in. Ken gets up and without thinking walks up to the bathroom. He does as he is told and strips naked and jumps in the shower. Ken just stands there letting the water hit his skin. The ecstasy is starting to kick in and Ken is just loving the feeling of the water hit his skin. He has no idea how long he is in the shower but he feels a hand on his shoulder and something smooth on his ass. Ken turns around and it’s Dee right behind him. He is so close to Ken that he takes in a big breath of air and that moved him forward enough that their dicks touch. Ken just looks down at his pink dick next to the soft black snake. Dee says it’s his turn that Ken needs to dry off and go sit on the couch. The fucked up snow bunny was on her way and almost here. Ken left the shower, picked up a towel and dried himself off. He looked on the floor for his clothes but couldn’t find them. He walks out to find Julian naked, bending over the couch. He stands up and acts like he was caught up with something. Ken forgot about his clothes and asked what he was doing. Julian said he wanted to get really flying for the fucking so he decided to give himself a booty bump. Julian turns to Ken and asks do you wanna get really high? The fuck will be amazing. Ken takes a moment to think about this new information. Julian waists no time. He goes and touches Ken’s chest with his palm and flicks his nipple. These actions send tingles through Ken’s body. He says yes, oh gawd yes. Ken’s towel drops and his 6-inch dick is sticking straight up. Julian lowers his hand to grazes the tip of Ken’s dick. Julian positions Ken over the side of the couch and pulls up one of his knees to rest on the armrest. This left his hole nice and exposed. Ken comes up behind Ken with some supplies. Julian squirts some T lube on his finger and pushes a bit into Ken’s virgin hole. The finger is slipped out and relubed. The finger returns to the tight hole. Then Julian adds a second finger. A moan escapes Ken’s mouth. Julian pulls his fingers out. He grabs the bag of tina and pulls out 2 large shards and pushes them into the virgin hole. Ken shouts that it burns but is waved off by Julian who says it will feel good in a minute. Julian adds a third finger and holds them there until the shards dissolve fully. Julian pulls the fingers out right as Dee walks out naked. Julian turns Ken around and pushes him down to his knees. Dee yells out great the fucked up snow bunny has just arrived. Let’s fuck the shit out of her. Ken gets down to his knees and Julian is rubbing he dick head on his lips. Dee gets down to Ken’s level and starts rubbing him down. First his chest, then his nipple, his thigh, and then the back of the head. With every touch, his mouth opened up wider and soon he had Julian's 9-inch dick halfway in his throat. Dee stood up and pushed Julian’s dick away with his own 9.5-inch dick. He pushed almost the entire length into the young man’s throat. The two men are laughing it up, staring down at their prize of the night.

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.

This guy has been fucking my pussy for decades, and I have most definitely felt each and every gush of his cum. This is a guy who can shoot his wad across the room, so I absolutely can feel every wad he shoots in me. We've calculated that, over the years, he has shot at least 52 gallons of his cum up my cunt. Some of which you can see leaking out of my freshly fucked snatch.

Call it what you will but this is how WWII Germany was taken over. Here's how it works, the government gets about 30% of the population to accept what they're doing as part of the common good (restoring decency, improving the economy, making things safe, protecting our rights, promising to make things "great" (without defining what that actually means, etc.) Next, those in power point to those who are different (immigrants, homosexuals, non-christians, etc.) to create a common enemy and then place the blame for the ills of society on them. Next, silence and force news agencies, media and reporters to comply by threatening anyone who doesn't follow government imposed protocols with lawsuits and penalties for non-compliance. Along with this, dismantle and demean institutions of education (and anyone who recognizes and informs others about what is happening) so that their warnings are rejected and they are ridiculed for their efforts. Finally, infiltrate and then systematically dismantle any opposition so that the ruling party controls all levels of government. This is what's happening in America. United, we could turn this around but the problem is that everyone thinks someone else is doing the work to stop this. EVERYONE needs to be marching in the streets, writing letters of protest, and boycotting the complicit before we lose our ability to stop this.

had another bottom bail earlier so i was just edging for a while when another bottom contacted me and came over and i raked my cock all over his prostate and blew an amazingly good load in his guts. now i'm horny again ugh

Both definitely factored in and I have not stopped since.

For me it was an instant addiction. As my first announced he was shooting a poz load in me, I got so turned on I shot about 6 feet. Since then I actively seek Poz men and I find them much hotter

The thought of my husband unknowingly eating his massage therapist's cum out of my freshly fucked hole a few days earlier made me so incredibly horny. Because I like variety, I craved feeding another guy's nut to my oblivious husband without him realizing it. My husband worked at a local hospital from 6pm to 6am on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, which was great because he worked while I slept, which gave us a lot of time to spend together during the weekend. It also provided me with great opportunities to cruise for guys on weekends while he worked, frequently hooking up with guys heading home from the bars in the middle of the night. I fucking love middle-of-the-night sex when all the sane people are home sleeping and it is very hot to have sex with guys who are both horny and tipsy from a night out at the bars. I slept for a while, setting my alarm for 2am on Sunday morning, so I could sign onto some of my cruising apps, not knowing how long it would take to find a top. It was just about 3am when a top sent me a message confirming he needed to host and that he wanted to fuck me full of cum. As my husband would not return home from work until about 6:30am, so I had plenty of time. If anything, I was concerned it might be too much time and I wondered if I should wait until closer to my husband's arrival home from work to have the anonymous sperm donor deposit his load inside my fuck hole. I ultimately took the top's address and got my hole ready, rationalizing I could use a butt plug to keep his load in my warm hole until right befor my husband arrived home from work and I replaced it with my dildo. As I prepared to leave, I grabbed one of my butt plugs and stuck it in the side pocket of my cargo shorts so I could push it up my hole once this guy's load was deposited. When I arrived, I realized the guy lived in a low-income apartment building operated by the City that was down the hill from the hospital where my husband worked. The building was 10 stories tall and had about 150 studio apartments. I walked into the building and told the African American security guard I was there to visit Ramon in unit 708. He called Ramon to confirm I was a legitimate visitor, and that it was ok to send me up. The guard looked at my driver’s license and had a gleam in his eye as he had me sign the logbook and then escorted me to the elevator. The security guard swiped his badge inside the elevator and pressed “7” and said, “Have fun, Jimmy M*****LL!” as he stepped out of the elevator and turned to walk back to his desk. I felt a bit over-exposed and vulnerable, given I was about to cheat on my husband with a stranger, after having shown the security guard my photo ID with my name and address, and him calling me by my first and last name as he sent me on my way to get fucked full of cum. It was almost as if he knew. I was on a mission, however, and I felt my pucker hole twitch in anticipation as I knocked on the door to unit 708. Ramon answered the door wearing a white wife beater t-shirt with the phrase “sex is my cardio” imprinted on it, and was naked otherwise except for a pair of socks. Ramon was a Hispanic guy in his early 40s. He was goodlooking, but had a beer belly on him. He also had a banana-shaped schlong that was easily 9” long and as I entered his studio, I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, leaving on my running shoes and athletic socks. Ramon told me to lie on my back with my ass over the arm of his large overstuffed chair and to lift my legs high and wide. Ramon was significantly taller than me, so the arm of his chair put my hole at a perfect height for his cock while having my shoulders and head against the seat cushion about six inches lower than my ass, and gravity holding me in place. Ramon loogied on my hole and unceremoniously pushed his cock inside. He pushed in with one fluid motion, and I felt the curve of his cock burrowing deep inside of me. I moaned as he went balls deep and he immediately started to pull his cock out again. He pulled it out, leaving just the tip inside, and then pushed it all the way back in in a fluid motion and kept that rhythm going repeatedly. I was in my own little world as Ramon fucked me, my pucker hole savoring every thrust and withdrawal. I was broken from my trance when Ramon said, “Is Jimmy Papi’s puta?” I did not know what “puta” meant at that moment (I found out later it means “slut" in Spanish,) but I was not about to disagree and jeopardize having Ramon's amazing cock up my ass. As Ramon continued to fuck me, he became more verbal. He told me he was “fucking Jimmy’s pussy” and that he was going to “make Jimmy's pussy nice and puffy.” As Ramon fucked me further and my hole opened up, he started to pull his cock completely out of my hole only to shove it all the way back in. My pucker hole remained open and eagerly awaited his cock's reentry. At one point, Ramon told me he was going to knock me up and send me home with his load. I intuitively responded, “Fuck yeah! And I am gonna feed my husband your fucking load right out of my ass!” His cock spasmed deep inside of me as he asked, “Say what?!” I explained to Ramon as he continued his long strokes, that when my husband got home from work, I was going to have him eat my ass and I was going to push Ramon’s load out of my ass and into my husband's mouth so he could swallow it all down. Ramon responded, “Man, your husband is into some kinky shit!” to which I told Ramon that I was the kinky one and my husband had no fucking clue that he was going to eat Ramon’s nut. “What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s not going to know he’s eating my fucking nut out of your pussy?!'" as he continued to fully skewer me with his brown banana. I explained through labored breaths about the lube I had that smells and feels and tastes like cum. I also explained using my dildo to justify my open hole so my husband would not suspect that I was fucked by other guys. While Ramon looked at me in disbelief, I explained to him that my husband had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. I was going to make my husband believe he’s eating the lube that smells and feels and tastes like cum, while he actually gobbled down Ramon’s nut. With that, Ramon pushed his cock in to the hilt, and yelled, “You kinky cheating puta!” as I felt his cock pulsate repeatedly and he nutted deep inside of me. Once Ramon pulled out, I got on my knees and cleaned his cock like a good little slut, before reaching into the pocket of my cargo shorts and pulled out the egg-shaped black butt plug I brought with me. I held it up to Ramon and asked, “Would you mind?” He held out his hand with a smirk on his face, as I turned around and bent over. Once firmly inserted, I stood up, pulled on my shorts, thanked Ramon for his load, and headed to the elevator. When the elevator door opened on the main level, the security guard was sitting at his desk and smiled at me. He asked, “Did you have fun Jimmy M*****LL?” using my first and last name again. He stood up and walked around the side of the desk saying, “Come with me, Jimmy M*****LL,” to which I cautiously followed him to a nearby door. He turned on the light to a small office and put his hand on my shoulder to guide me inside. As I heard the door click closed, he stood behind me, putting his huge hands on my hips and forcefully yanked down my cargo pants without unbuttoning them, subsequently ripping the front button off. My shorts fell to my ankles as I heard the security guard whose name I did not know, unzip the fly on his pants. I felt his fingers go to my hole and him warn “you best keep all that nut inside your hole” as he yanked out the butt plug. I did my best hold Ramon’s cum inside of me as I felt the head of the security guard’s cock push inside, becoming the newest butt plug up my ass and completely trapping Ramon’s seed inside. The security guard’s cock was thick and unlike Ramon’s steady in-and-out rhythm, this man’s cock took Jimmy’s hole for a hard ride. He held on to my hips and fucked me like a fucking rag doll, not giving me time to adjust or even take a breath. He rode me like a fucking bitch in heat until I heard him moan and loudly grunt, saying “take my nut you cheating slut!” His cock was buried deep inside of me as I felt the ropes of his cum spray inside and he marked his territory. After a few minutes, his breathing returned more toward normal, and I could finally catch my breath. He pulled his cock out of my hole, put his hand against the small of my back and pushed me so I was bent over at my waist. I heard him say “fucking slut” as he crammed the egg-shaped butt plug back in my open hole. He then used his big hands to spin me around and push me down so I could properly clean my butt juices and some of Ramon’s cum off of his cock. As I stood up, he zipped himself up and I reached for my shorts. Once back on me, my shorts were loose at the waist due to my missing button, but I did not bother looking for it. The security guard ushered me out of the room, now that I had no further purpose. I looked totally disheveled as I walked like I had been thoroughly fucked, partially due to the butt plug up my ass, but also because I had just been thoroughly fucked. As I walked to the main entrance to leave, he yelled over, “Tell your husband Smitty says “Bon Fucking Appetit!” Ramon must have shared my deceitful plan with the security guard while I rode the elevator down to the main floor and Smitty took full advantage of the opportunity without even asking. By the time I got home, I had time to shower and freshen myself up. I grabbed the bottle of “cum-like” lube and my dildo. I set my alarm for about 15 minutes before I expected my husband home and dozed in the meantime. When the alarm went off, I went to the bathroom and gently pulled out the butt plug, diligently washing it with soap and hot water so I could return it to my nightstand. I crawled into bed and inserted the dildo, pushing it in and out several times. I positioned myself on the bed so I was lying at a diagonal so my head was on my pillow, but my ass was on toward the center of the bed, with my legs over on my husband’s side. I laid the bottle of lube on the bed near my ass and the dildo, and I covered myself with the bedding and turned off the light, now patiently waiting… I heard the electric garage door and my husband entered our house. I started to breath more deeply and evenly, giving the appearance I was asleep. I heard my husband enter our bedroom and quietly undress. He pulled up the covers to climb into his side of the bed, which was impossible given the position of my legs. He felt my legs with his hand and moved it up until he got to my ass and briefly squeezed my ass cheek until he felt the dildo sticking out of my ass. He grabbed the dildo, pushing it in and pulling it out for a bit, as I started to moan, "waking up" and showing my appreciation for the attention to my ass. My husband pulled the dildo out of my ass and I heard it plunk down onto the carpet next to the bed. With that, I felt both of my husband’s hands on my ass cheeks, as he pulled them apart and I felt his face against them, and then his tongue against my hole, startling to lick my wet used pucker hole. I moaned at the thought of my husband’s ability to curl the tip and sides of his tongue upward, making it hard and curved like a fucking spoon, and him unknowingly scooping up the beginning of Ramon’s and Smitty’s combined loads and depositing them into his mouth. My unsuspecting hubby then swallowing them and having two strangers' nuts slide down his throat, ultimately making his tummy feel more full than when he arrived home. I meanwhile continue to push the reminder of Ramon's and Smitty's large loads out of my hole with more force. I moan louder, asking my husband if he enjoyed the taste of the lube, like I did when he unknowingly ate his massage therapist's load out of my ass a few days before. After he responded, “Fuck yeah!,” I could not help but say “Bon Fucking Appetit!”

During my first week there, one evening I was standing over the kitchen sink washing some dishes after dinner. I was talking to one of the priests who happened to be in the kitchen as I washed the dishes, and eventually he came up behind me and gently brushed his hand against my ass; I noticed right away but pretended like it was nothing, I thought maybe it was unintentional, but then he did it again, and again etc. After the third or fourth time I went silent for a second and he rested his hand on my ass, and after a pause he groped my ass. I reached behind me and grabbed his now hard cock through his pants. Without another word we both went to the living room, he sat down, pulled his pants down, and I sucked his cock and balls for probably half an hour. He didn’t cum (he was 77 and had trouble cumming sometimes) but afterwards when I finished he just said to me “Good boy, we’ll have a lot of fun”. That same week, Sunday evening, both he and the other priest were waiting for me in the same room. I immediately got on my knees, sucked them both, and they both fucked me. One came in my ass and one (who didn’t cum the last time) on my face. Best years of my life.

Nothing gets me harder than a young man wearing black military boots and a regulation jockstrap. I’ll be balls-deep in his hole in seconds.

"Don't fight me," Young John says severely. "Relax. Dude, just relax." His second finger feels a lot like his first finger but he's twisting it around in my butt and it's making me tense. "Damn, college, you sure don't want me gittin' in you." "Nah, it's just it feels weird." He pulls both fingers out. "Reach in that drawer, right there. Take out that little bottle and take a big smell of it." I reach in the nightstand drawer and take out a small brown bottle. Unscrew the cap and take a sniff. I get a warm rush and I feel Young John push several fingers in my hole. "Take two more hits," he orders. I do and immediately feel a large object start pushing at my ass. It's growing bigger fast, and the poppers, which I'm not a big fan, but it's turning the corner on me wanting to take whatever Young John is pushing into me. In fact, I'm pushing down on whatever that object is that's spreading my hole. It gets to its widest point making me raise my hips until it's in, and then it narrows considerably, however, the large part he started with is now traveling within my hole. "That's it, college, take it all, suck me in." "Ah, fuck, man! Is that you in me?" I cry, suddenly taking in what just happened. My sphincter is clamping Young John's thin wrist but the rest of his hand is in my hole. Not only in it but traveling swiftly up it. "Stop, wait!" I beg him, holding up my hands. "It's too much." "I ain't doing nothin'," he says laughing. "You the one pullin' me in. You sure got one hungry hole. Tell me you ain't been fisted before. Look at you drippin' precum. You as hard as a choir boy in a porn shop." And I am as turned on as hell. Fuck, the more I try to stop his hand from going in deeper the deeper it goes. I'm clamping down hard but that only keeps pushes him in, so I force myself to relax. I just lay there, still, trying not to move, feeling how deep he already is in me, but then he starts twisting his wrist before I can absorb what's happening. "Don't push me out," he demands. "You trying to get me out and I won't have it." I feel him pushing in further the more I push my guts against him. "Shit, man! Don't. Wait. Let me try to take it." I open my eyes, the first time since I've take a hit of the poppers. Young John is leaning over me wild eyed. His crazed look is frightening. He looks half angry and half like a lunatic. It doesn't help there's so little light in the room. I feel my ass contracting around his hand, but now he's doing something internally. It's such a new sensation all I know is there's movement, not deeper penetration, not him pulling out, just something swelling where I think the end of his hand is. "You like that?" I ask what's he doing? "I'm making a fist and unmaking it. I'm doin' it right on your prostate glan. Feel that? I love when daddy does this. Feel that? I'm holding you like a hammock swing. Feel me holding you like that?" "Ah, shit, yeah. That's incredible. Oh, fuck!" I inhale spasmodically, closing my eyes. The sensation's too intense. He's squeezing me then flipping his wrist so knuckles are flying across my prostate. He's merciless even though I'm begging him to stop. He hits my bladder when he rocks a little farther in. I can't help it and piss uncontrollably. "Shit, yeah, that's what I'm talking. Just let it go. Make a pig of yourself. Let it go." It's not like I have a choice. I'm pissing wildly over my chest. He's dipping down occasionally, taking a gulp, then spitting it over me trying to hit my face. When I start petering out he bangs his fist in again searching for my piss "on" switch and I start pissing again. He holds his fist in that spot and I feel I'm never going to stop. I also feel I'm starting to get close to cumming. I tell him I think I'm about to nut and he pulls back. "Oh, no. Not yet. We only got started." He's pulling back even more, and suddenly I'm regretting loosing him. His fist is at the entrance to my hole. I look up again at him and he's got this devilish look in his eyes. His small fist leaves my hole, but only for a second. I gasp as he leaves, and as he immediately pushes back in, I gasp harder. I swear I see his eyes turn red as he's now fixated on exactly that spot: taking his knuckles pushing in and out of my fully stretched hole. "Take another hit, quick!" he says. I do, and feel my resistance melting away. "You like it, don't you." I nod feeling him rock right at the point of my widest stretched. "Nah, tell me you like me doing this." "I like you doing this," I respond. "...doing this, Sir. Say it!" "I like you doing this to me, Sir! Open me up, Sir!" With that he starts increasing the depth he's going into me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him doing this. I honestly don't know if it's him that I want punching my hole, or if I simply want my hole punched by anyone at this point. I feel my eyes roll back in my head and just wallow in enjoyment in how good it feels, how it hurts and feels intensely good at the same time, how I've never felt this sensation before, how I don't want it to stop. And he doesn't, but keeps increasing his depth and the force of his punch. He's trading hands, back and forth, right at the entrance to my hole. His frenzy becomes my frenzy. I'm sure I'm babbling something, how good it feels, how great he is, do it harder, how much I want him, more, deeper, harder, until I feel I'm about to explode, and then he pulls his fist out hard all the way. "Push," he says. I push my hole, and immediately he plunges his fist right back in when I've pushed it open as far as I can. Somehow we're in sync. He pulls out forcefully, yells Push, I open up, spreading my asshole wide, and he's back in with his fist. We're repeating this pattern even though I've lost track of how the pattern goes, but it's in my muscle memory without me having to think anymore, written by him or in coordination with him. But I give him credit for teaching me this dance. I would go all night, and maybe I have gone on for hours with him in this dance, but then abruptly I hear the screen door slam against the trailer, and hear men talking. One yells above the others, "I'm hornier than six dick dawg in a kennel full 'o bitches! Young John, git your punk ass in here." "You c'mere," Young John replies, still fist punching me only a little slower now. Before I have time to even try and make an effort to hide, or cover myself, or whatever it is I think I can do in the seconds after I heard the screen door bang, three men crowd into Young John's small bedroom. I sense them around me more than I can see them. There's nothing like introductions, just three men vying to get closer for a better look. There's nothing I can do but freeze, legs in the air, as Young John takes his fist out of me. There's nothing anyone says until the one who's bald head shines in the dark breaks the silence. "He drink piss, Young John, cuz I have GOT to unload right now." "Yes, Sir," responds Young John. "College, take a hit. It'll go down easier." I must be insanely high, because after taking a hit of poppers, I open my mouth for a guy I can't even see. He unzips his fly while I roll over on my side to take his dick. But instead of slipping his dick into my mouth, he holds the back of my head with one hand, and takes his dick and presses his piss slit up against my nose with the other. He then lets go his spray up my nostril while I choke on the stinging stream flowing through my sinuses and down my throat. I can even feel his piss sting behind my eye.

as time has passed i have become a complete bareback slut. to the point now i only want it raw. i beg for cum. i love feeling a guy twitch and unload inside me. the last guy i met ive now seen a few times and we no longer discuss it, i help him slide in raw every single time and he never warns me, never pulls out. last time (this past weekend) he shot two loads in me and then i begged for another to the point of riding it out of him. by that point the cum was running out of me and down my legs. still wanted more. is there any going back? i think not. anyone else like this? where does it lead?

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.

Today I got to work and did my usual Grindr browsing, nothing to serious mostly chatting, when I get a message from a guy saying he’s nearby and wondering where I am. I tell him I’m at work next door to his location. He responds with “what if I wander over to the bathroom there and you come in and I blow you?” I tell him the bathroom isn’t very private but if he wanted to come by earlier the next day I could. I didn’t get a response so I went outside to take my smoke break. About halfway through my break he walks up to me. A gorgeous black man 43 5’ 10” 150lbs not jacked but definitely works out with a shaved head. He introduces himself and we chat for a bit as he brushes his hand across my pant boner, I do the same to him and then my horniness takes over. I tell him to follow me as we go inside the store. I take him into our stores training room which you need a key to get into. Once inside we make out for a bit then he drops to his knees and as soon as I pull down my pants he’s sucking my cock like he needs it to breathe. He’s taking my full 7” cock down his throat as I hold his head to my crotch giving him a good skull fucking. About 5-10 mins later I say I’m going to cum, all he does is nod as he takes me balls deep and swallows my load. I shot a good 7-8 spurts of cum down his throat. He stands up and pulls his pants down to reveal a nice 7-8” thick cock. I think that it’s my turn to blow him but he turns around lubes his hole with some spit and shoves my cock up his hole. I fuck him as he keeps pushing his ass back matching my strokes and not long I’m cumming again up his hole. He pulls off and sucks me clean. We make out a little longer before we exchange numbers and he leaves. It was definitely a surprise fuck to me because his profile said vers/ top and mine says vers/ bottom and he only talked about a blow job but I’m not complaining lol. We have plans for him to cum by again tomorrow morning for round 2.

I went to a leather club down in Fort Lauderdale and I just wore a white see through g string. It took a little while but when it got late I kinda hung out around the pool table and it was dark and guys cruising by checking out the ass. I was pretty stoned and high as a kite and I had just taken a hit on popers from the guy across from me when I felt a man come up behind me and pull the string aside and get his finger in and then pretty soon he was trying his hand. I took another hit and was in the middle of the rush when I felt him push in and grab my ass. The guy that was on the other side took my hands and pulled me flat to the table and held me there. I am not sure but at least four guys fucked me. After they finished I was kinda stumbling around in the back bar area and another guy came up and said where do you think you are going bitch and he turned me to the bar and went in right there. Again, my feet were off the ground and I just had my hands on a bar stool to balance. I know he and two more fucked me and then I got pushed down and sucked several more.

Please write a story about it, I'd love to read how filthy your mind is at that time.

Well said @757pozzybear. One response I might use is "are you looking for tips on how to get infected?".

If I'm on a barebacking site (like BBRT) and I see neg4neg, I find it incredibly offensive. First of all, lots of "neg" guys probably have no idea what their status is, so it's delusional to think that they are "safe" to fuck. Secondly, the overwhelming majority of poz guys are on meds and undetectable, so U=U is a total reality. Being undetectable myself (and going for complete checkups every four months) people like me are probably the safest guys to fuck with. I've blocked countless "negative only" profiles on bareback sites.

I was in a sauna in Mexico and I went into a cabin with a guy. He said to me, wait, are you neg? I said yes, I'm on prep which is true. He said I'm neg but not on prep yet, so I wanted to make sure. So, firstly... Does he truly think that someone is going to tell him the truth? Secondly, I might think I'm neg but may not be. This was a sauna for gawds sake. One of the things I love about prep and the medication for hiv is that we are back to a level playing field again. Almost noone talks or needs to talk about status. But, let's try and keep a bit of realism in the conversation when it happens.

If that's what you took from what I wrote, then sure...

Exactly this with the young stud who is banging me now.

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.

I felt a hand on my back pushing me to bend over and before I knew it I felt a tongue running over my asshole and sending shivers through my entire being I moaned as I felt his tongue working its way deeper and deeper inside my ass. Here I was a naive curious guy who finally plucked up the courage to enter a sauna and maybe see if I wanted to take it further. Now in the middle of a room in a 69 position with a total stranger watching his hole get wrecked by a beer can cock while another guy eats my ass and all I can think about is how much I want to try sucking the cock of the guy underneath me. I lean further forward as somehow the guy behind me manages to snake his tongue even further into me. The top in front of me holds the little brown bottle underneath my nose and I'm consumed once again in lust. I take the bottoms cock in my mouth surprised by the lack of a gag reflex and take his length down my throat. I do this for a minute or two before the top lifts my head puts the bottle back under my nose and tells me to inhale deep. I do as instructed just as I exhale he pulls his beer can cock out of the bottom and tells me to swallow his cock. I Swallow all I can but he continues to push further down my throat yet still my gag reflex is non existent. As he continues to pound my throat I suddenly notice the lack of tongue on my ass and moan. Then the tongue is replaced by a new feeling as I suddenly realise that the guy who bought to the circle is lining his cock up and getting ready to fuck me. I reach back to see if he has a condom on which I'm pretty sure he won't. Before my arm touches him the top in front of me tells. to just relax and keep breathing deeply while still holding that little brown bottle under my nose. With his cock down my throat I've no choice but to continue sniffing the bottle suddenly the pressure gives way and Im overwhelmed with the feeling of a cock working its way inside me for the first time.

As he was fucking one bottom he pulled out for the second to suck his cock when I saw three things that shocked me. Firstly he wasn't wearing a condom secondly he had what looked like a metal spike coming out of the tip of his cock and and third his cock was fucking huge. How the bottoms managed to take that I had no idea. As I was wondering this I noticed the top look up at me smile and invite me to come closer. "fuck it" I thought it can't do any harm to have a look up close and plus Im Intrigued as to what that piercing is. I made my way over to the middle of the room and the bottom not getting fucked stood up and walked towards me. Seeing his chest for the first time I noticed a he also had a tattoo but his was just below his belly button and seemed to resemble a sign id seen on some of the chemicals we kept at work. I thought nothing of it having never really understood the point ot tattoos anyway. I also noticed that while I'd only seen him bottom he also had a impressive cock himself. "hey buddy first time" he asked smiling. "yes first time doing anything like this" he spotted the ring on my finger and his smile widened "don't worry your not the first and I'm sure you won't be the last guy looking for abit on the side while the wife's at home" he moved closer and pulled me in towards him having previously had no experience with other men other then the porn I'd watched for years suddenly I found myself with a extremely skinny guy with sunken eyes putting his tongue in my mouth. My cock grew harder in an instant as I felt my urges take over and responded to his kiss. He run his hand down my chest before sliding it underneath the towel and grabbing my cock. I thought for sure I was going to explode there and then at his touch but somehow I kept it together. "that's a nice cock you have there" he took my hand and guided it down to his and for the first time I wrapped my hand around another man's cock. "thank" I barely whispered. "relax buddy and come down here and join us" He moved back into the middle where the other two had now changed position and was on his back taking a brutal fucking from the other guys monster cock. I noticed he also had the same tattoo but his was just above his left pec. Just as curiosity got the better of me and I was about to ask my new friend had his tongue back in my mouth kissing me even more deeply than before. He broke the kiss and moved me closer to the bottoms head so that my cock was now hanging above his face. The second he saw it hanging there the bottom reached for it and took me into his mouth and proceeded to suck my cock in way I didn't know possible. I looked down mesmerised as I watched the monster cock pistoning in and out of the bottom who now had my cock in his mouth. The top smiled and pulled me into a kiss this one far more forceful then the previous one. My mind was consumed by all these feelings however I still had my wits about me and wasn't going to let things get to carried away. The first bottom now handed me a small brown bottle and told me to sniff. "sorry I don't do drugs" I responded. He laughed "don't worry these are poppers and are perfectly legal I bought them just this afternoon from the shop down the road. No more illegal then ciggarettes or alcohol" I hesitantly took the small bottle from his hand and had a small sniff. "cover one nose nostril and breathe deep l" the top encouraged. I done as suggested and suddenly felt a heat run through my whole body as my heart rate increased and all the blood seemed to flow straight down to my cock which was still receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. I felt a hand on my back pushing me to bend over and before I knew it I felt a tongue running over my asshole and sending shivers through my entire being

I don't want to lie to him but I feel I can't say that, no, I won't be coming back, and this was all a lark, an anecdote I'll tell a couple of times before I forget the details, but will have a bit of a recollection that there was this cute kid I fucked in the back woods of the Glastenbury Mountains. I just look at him. Cute, with a smooth, narrow chest, furry legs, sweet angelic face that can change in an instant. Before I can answer he's scrambling off the bed, going out the door. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he says going down the hall. I follow him to the living room feeling like a douche bag. He plops on the couch and grabs a small glass pipe. He fills it with some white shards that's sitting in plastic zip bag on the coffee table. With a torch lighter he puts a flame to the bottom of the bowl, waits for some smoke to rise and then inhales the swirling smoke. I sit next to him and put a hand on his bare knee. He passes the pipe over to me. I hold it for a second before I ask him what it is? "What do you think, college?" He's bitter and sarcastic. I know that's on me. "Tina?" I hazard a guess. "Give the man a diploma." "I don't really do Tina, Johnny." "Then give it back," he says scornfully. He reaches out his fingers like a little boy who wants a toy back. I feel like I've dissed him and I don't mean to. There's still a little smoke swirling in the pipe and I inhale it. I hold it for just a second before I puff it out. He's looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He comments, "Fuck sake, college, smoke it if you're going to smoke it. Here." He lights the torch and holds it under the bowl. I see the bowl cloud up and I take a hit. "Now hold it. That's it. Keep holding it." I'm about to choke so I blow out the contents. "Well, that was a waste. Shotgun it to me. Do you know what that is?" I feel defensive and not liking the note of condescension I'm hearing. "Yes, I've shotgunned before. Pot." "Gimme, I'll show you." He lights it, holds in the smoke, then exhales it to me. I'm sucking it in and he surprises me by sticking his tongue in my mouth. I'm taken aback for about a second before I see he's conflicted, acting out petulantly, not knowing his endgame. He holds my head with his palm. He's mad, but horny. I guess I am too. My analytical brain turns off, and the kiss suddenly turns passionate. It's incongruous because part of my brain is thinking he's being a little shit, but suddenly I'm really into this little shit, more than I thought. Part of me likes him being a little shit. I have to let out the cloud but right after we're back in a lip lock. I feel his lap and he's got a nice hard on. He's not big but it's harder than most other cocks I've gripped. It's solid, like I could literally pick him up by it. I can't help but smile at him, and for an honest second he smiles back. He puts out his hand and let's me know I got a big hard on too. If this is from the tina I think I want more. He puts down the pipe on the coffee table and we make out, jacking each other for a while. The trailer's dark with moonlight' spilling in through the screen door. It's casting the living room with a pale blue light. I like that we're half-lit, it makes my sense of touch more sensitive, both feeling him up, and his hand running up and down my ribs and over my pecs. I tweak his small nipples and start chewing on his smooth neck. He's responding in kind, pinching my tits, his hand running down, grabbing my balls and squeezing them hard. Then he runs some fingers between my legs but before he gets to my asshole I shut him down. I tell him I don't really like my ass played with. It comes out a little more breathless than I had meant it to. I don't like being coy, but I get rattled if someone's playing with my ass when I want to play with his. "Okay," he responds. He doesn't seem upset, just sits up and lights a candle on the table. "Want another hit?" he asks, knowing he's ensnared me. His smile looks calculated and not really friendly. "Yeah. That was intense." He scoffs. "Just wait," he says filling up the bowl again and handing it to me. "You shotgun me." I do and we go another round, shotgunning each other, taking turns being the instigator, blowing into the other's lungs. I feel super horned up in a matter of minutes, and bend to suck his dick. He lets me but I feel his hand running down my back looking for my hole again. This time I'm thinking it isn't such a bad idea. I'm not hard core against getting my hole played with and I'm beginning to think I want him to touch my asshole. He's leaking precum and it's getting me even more aroused. He lifts one leg up and throws it over the back of the couch. "Eat my shit hole." I do and with my tongue feel how open his hole is. So young and so softly gaping. His asslips are extremely loose. I can stretch them about easily with two fingers, and do. He's straining, pushing open his hole even more for me, and it's spreading wide, showing a beautiful young pink rose in the candlelight. It looks so hot and I start playing within it, flicking what I know is his colon lining with my tongue, hearing him let out guttural moans. He's pushing out harder giving me more to eat, and it's turning me on enormously. I encourage him, "Open it, boy. Show me your cunt." "You like that, college? You want me to open your hole like that?" I'm nodding, wanting him to find my hole. "Nah, you tell me out loud how much you want it." "I want it. I want you to open my hole." I spread my legs to let him find me. He does. "Let's go back to my room and I'll show you how daddy works on me." We both get up and I follow him down the hall, and for the second time tonight we flop on his bed. I jump on his cock and start sucking his slender dick. He's whispering how good it feels. We're in the dark and suddenly my mouth is flooded with piss. I back off him and he's now pissing all over me, aiming his hard dick over my body. The idea of what he's doing detaches itself from how good it feels. It's warm, the most intimate thing anyone's ever done to me. "You like that, don't you?" I agree by putting my mouth back on his dick while he's still pissing. It's running, spilling out over my teeth. It's like bending over a drinking fountain. "Swallow it, pig. Show me you like drinking my piss." I take a small swallow at first. It's salty and hot. I like the idea of drinking down this boy's piss and start taking larger and larger gulps. "Wrap your mouth around my cock, pig, and keep drinking it." I'd never done anything like this before but feel very susceptible to his suggestion, and let him drain himself in my mouth. I let it run freely down my gullet. I gulp loudly. "You know my piss is going straight to you stomach now, pig. You got my pee in you. Next time you piss that's going to be my piss coming out of your dick. Remember that." I start wanking myself, know he's right, enjoying his vulgarity. This little backwoods boy is turning me into a piss hound. He's finishes pissing and pushes me on my back. "Hold you legs, pisspig." He hovers his small body over mine and spit on my ass. He bends down and wets my hole with his tongue. He then puts his dick right on top of my hole and pushes his head into my sphincter until his dick pops in. I'd been fuck only once before tonight, about a month ago by Zack. It was our first night together and we spent the entire night flipping back and forth. But now, with this nasty kid, he's taking a much more dominant approach. It doesn't feel like he wants to flip when we were done, that we're on a much different trajectory. I feel his extremely hard dick going in deep and doing it fast, much quicker than I'm able to take comfortably. I ask him to go slow, but he doesn't care if I'm liking it. This wasn't about us making love, but about him getting his rocks off. His dick's all the way in and he's humping me like an animal. I'll tell you the truth, I like it. I like that he doesn't give a shit if I'm enjoying it. He isn't even looking at me. He's staring straight ahead into space, just humping away inside my hole. His pace is slow until it isn't. He's going in for maximum stimulation of his dick however which way it strikes him at the moment. There's no looking to see how I'm doing. I have the sense this is how men fuck him. He slaps my ass hard, then switches up to rapidly drilling my hole. He slaps my ass again and slows to a hard, steady rutting, where he gets as deep inside me as his small body allows, pulls out almost all the way, then plunge back in again, hard. He's trying to hurt my fuckhole as others must hurt his. He's not big enough to really hurt, but the force makes me grunt, which brings a sneer to his face. He tucks my head under his arm wanting me to lick the sparse hair in his pit. I do with abandon. It's a small bush but I get off on his smell and the smoothness of his skin around the hair. He holds me in a headlock as he continues to fuck me until he locks into a steady rhythm for what seems like hours but is probably only a quarter of one. His grunting grows deeper and I feel his cockhead grow to a bulbous mushroom inside me, and then I feel him spill his seed with several deep thrusts. Without touching myself, only feeling his skinny six-pack abs slide over my wet cock, I feel his head swell as he's cumming, and with his last humps, I shoot between our chests. The slick juice lubricates our torsos and I slide a hand between us and caress the skin gliding over me. Inside I feel my prostate being ridden over and over as I erupt after he's cum. He's still pumping away, looking at me now, knowing that with each thrust, he's making me cum a little more. He's enjoying it in a torturous way, feeling in control of my orgasm, until he loses interest. He withdraws immediately, which I take to mean he's done and would like if I left. Well, it's not like I have an alternative place to go, so I roll to my side. I feel him draw me back to him. We spoon in the dark for a while before I feel, again, what he was after and it's not cuddling. Between my crack, where his dick lays spent, not in me, just pressed up against my hole, I feel a flow of warmth. He's pissing over me again. "Hold on, let me get some of this inside you. It'd be better if you just let me slam you, dude, but a little chem piss should help." He's fiddling with his dick taking a thumb to press it in my hole. It's difficult since he's soft but I relax my hole. "C'mon, open up. Let me get my gooch in you. Promise you'll like it." I feel his limp dick head pop inside. I clamped down on it, which cut off his stream for a moment. Then, sitting there quiet for a while, I feel him start leaking inside me. Some piss is going in, which is another first, but some of it is also trickling down my butt. "Your bed," I try to warn him. "It's sopping." "I'm used to it. You'll get use to it too." We lie there while he drains into me. "Tell me if you have to whiz and then do it over me, or you can do it inside me too if you want. We don't like have nothin' go to waste." By we, I'm getting this is what they do in their camp. I'm plenty high and the warm sensuality and feeling of normalizing this weird crap with him is going against every taboo I have, but also makes me ratchet up how much I like being with this little perv. I don't know if anyone else could have done what he's done, especially since it doesn't seem like it's a big deal, but I have to say that someone so much younger than me is pushing me like I'd never been pushed. I lay there feeling his piss filling me up and the trail that trickles down is growing cold. But his warm body holds me there with his small arms wrapped over my shoulders. With every passing second his piss is encouraging me to want to break whatever taboos are left. I'm coming to realize there might be a lot that I haven't even thought of. But I think he has. And not just thought of, but experienced. "Now let's see," he says, lifting my top leg slightly to get his small fingers rubbing against my bunghole. "About getting you open. You're tight as hell, man. I recon Daddy and the boys would hurt you mighty bad if they were to try to git in you, but my hands are little. Ain't gonna be no trouble gittin' you to take a fist from me. I'll take you pretty deep too, I imagine. You ready?" Knowing my ass is filled with his piss, feeling even hornier than I was two minutes ago, I recon I am. I pull up my leg thinking I might as well try something I'd never thought I'd do. In the distance, I think I hear the sputter of a far off engine as he slips his first finger in my cum-slick hole. ***

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

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

Chapter 14: The Book of Elias Trevor’s private office, Clearbrook University Medical- Steighn Research Building. 1020 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX Elias sat atop the medical table with his legs dangling uncomfortably, the paper covering beneath him crinkling noisily as he tried to find a comfortable part of the hard blue cushion. Trevor sat at a cart/desk which held a computer and its monitor in a most awkward way, clicking through several screens and remote connections that Elias couldn’t see. “All right,” Trevor finally said. “The lab just confirmed receipt of your blood sample, and we’ll have the results in a little while.” Trevor opened a new document, and said, “Now, babe, be completely honest with me: tell me everything you’ve experienced since returning from your mission.” Elias sighed loudly while he tried to recall all the unusual occurrences. “Let’s see… I can hear and smell everything much stronger. And I feel physically stronger, like, abnormally stronger…Um… when I was in the shower, I… sorta hit the wall, and the tile cracked. Don’t know if that’s relevant. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were severely dilated, and I shit you not, I swear I could see the veins beneath my face.” “Weird,” Trevor said flatly as he typed. “Go on.” “There was the sweating this morning, and disorientation. You saw those. My spit seems thicker, too. I noticed it when I was bent over the kitchen sink and spit out that goober.” “Interesting.” “What else, what else…” Elias struggled to remember more. “Oh, and my teeth seem kind of sharp, too.” Trevor stopped typing, and looked at Elias with a raised eyebrow. Lines began to form in his forehead. “Your teeth?”, Trevor asked, bewildered. “Yeah, they just look different. I know you’re not a dentist, but that seems abnormal. Didn’t I just get a crown put in a couple months back?” “You did, babe. We’re still paying for it,” Trevor added with a gentle smile. Elias winced, not sure if laughter or even a chuckle would be appropriate. He raised his upper lip with a single finger. “Here, take a look. It's not supposed to be this pointy or sharp.” Trevor wheeled his stool over to Elias who was holding his mouth open. Trevor didn't see anything unusual, but when he touched a finger to a molar, it did indeed feel sharp and ready to slice a finger at a slight graze. Trevor said nothing, but wheeled his stool back to the desk, and resumed his entries. “My speech was pretty slurred last night when Toby and I waited for the cab,” Elias recounted. Trevor entered this detail as well. “As for how I physically feel… horny. Definitely horny. Like I could screw for days.” “We’re gay. It’s a given.” Trevor said with a wink. “What else?” “I feel ten years younger,” Elias continued. “No joint pain, no muscle pain, not anything that could be a hurt. Like I’m super-caffienated, but without the hyperness and the jitters. And like I could take on the world.” “I … don’t think that’s a symptom of anything.” Trevor entered the information anyway, no matter how irrelevant it may be. “This may be out of your field,” Elias began with concern. “I keep hearing a voice in my head.” Trevor stopped typing, and looked at Elias, alarmed. “You’re hearing voices?” “No, just one voice,” Elias explained. “Like someone’s in my head. Telling me to do things. Remember when I tried to fuck you on the table? That was one of those things. And I heard the same voice when we were in the bedroom and I got sick. And when Tex – Toby – was bent over in the fridge.” He stopped, and tried to recall another instance, but decided that was enough examples. Trevor slowly resumed typing, fearing his new husband might have a mental disorder. “I think that’s everything. Oh, and my urine smelled funky this morning.” Trevor finished entering the data, and silently reviewed it on his monitor. After a minute, he said, “None of these things sound like any sickness I know of. And this started after the smiler, as you call it, scratched you?” “Yep.” Trevor sat blinking and pondering, but came up empty. “Hmm.” More silence. Finally, he said, “My initial prognosis is that maybe it's all just a reaction, not necessarily an infection, and it could subside after a day or two. I really can't say more than that until we see your blood work.” Elias expected neither more nor less. —--------- Helixion Genetics, South Passage, Ground Floor. Building 3, Security Room. 1032 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Zero had been watching the building’s external camera feeds for the past hour. A swarm of people in medvac gear had been setting up holding tents and quarantine through the night, and now a dais had been erected. It looked to be set up for some kind of conference or briefing, and without the benefit of audio, Zero could only speculate what it was for. So far, the door of the room had held, and Zero spent the night in here undisturbed. He would occasionally check the feeds for any sign of his comrades, but there was nothing for most of the night. Once in a while, one of the monsters would be out on the prowl, but they didn’t come near where he was holed up, so it wasn’t a concern. Only one thing caught his interest for a brief moment: an external camera from the parking lot showed a few seconds of footage where two figures came from out of the frame. One was clearly supporting the other who was limping along with his foot dangling in the air. Zero couldn’t make out their faces, but he had a strong feeling that it was two of his men. They hobbled off into the woods and were gone after only a short sighting. Zero barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he kept seeing the assault and brutal violation of Patch and Pixel. When the whole facility had gone quiet and still, Zero managed to nod off for at least a cat nap. His rations were good enough to keep him in here another day if he needed it, but with the forces outside and daylight, Zero was convinced that the worst was over, and he’d leave this room very soon. He wasn’t going to use the PA system to alert them to his presence, lest he be considered hostile and a threat. Recon and stealth were his specialty, and those were certainly needed skills right now. He took a peanut butter protein bar from his front pocket, and unwrapped it, chewing slowly as he watched the outside crew in their various tasks. Familiarizing himself with the layout of the facility through the cameras and where everyone was, sneaking out undetected wouldn’t be easy. Waiting them out wasn’t exactly an option, either: his rations, what little he had on him, would run out, and searching the facility for food or water wasn’t safe. Zero continued watching the feeds, hoping for some indication that it would be safe to go. His team didn’t have all the intel going into the operation, leading him to posit that he couldn’t trust other forces, especially where General Krell was involved. Then he saw something curious on one monitor. A second team came into view, and they didn’t look like military of his own branch. Zero’s stomach clenched when he recognized the uniform: SWAT. Like a swarm of locusts, a team in heavy tactical gear and gas masks emerged from a van, each carrying standard military issue weaponry. Zero knew he was trapped. Time to go!, he thought. Zero grabbed his webbing and bergan, and after unbarring the door, he left the room as fast as he could. They’ll be here before I know it. If I hide and sneak out as they’re coming in… That would be the best option. Capture would most likely mean interrogation for intel he didn’t have, or getting subjected to testing, or possibly being shot on sight. None of these outcomes were appealing. Zero began to run through the corridors, his mind racing the whole time as he tried to think of a suitable hiding place. I have to survive. Someone has to corroborate Reaper and Tex and Gravestone, and I can’t be seen here! Hide! But hide where? You don’t know this place. Zero came to a stop in his tracks. He was now in Accounts Receivable, and no doubt the SWAT team would search the ground floor first. I need to get to higher ground, buy myself more time. Then he looked up. Higher ground… Yes! A smile broke out on his face as he figured it out. Zero climbed on a desk, and then carefully balanced on the top of an office cubicle divider. He was at the highest elevation in the room, and pressing against the ceiling tiles, he made an opening. The tile was pushed inside the ceiling; after tossing his bergan up into the rafters, and a simple jump, Zero pulled himself up inside the space between. It reminded him of when he did so the previous night when he hid from the smilers while Patch and Pixel were attacked. The smilers hadn’t detected him then, and maybe he could fool the SWAT team as well. He quickly replaced the ceiling tile, and just as he did so, he heard a familiar hissing below his position. Shit, they’re gassing the place! Zero left his bergan and began to scurry along the steel frame inside the ceiling support. A couple minutes passed, but the smoke was already rising up into the ceiling. Zero then knew he couldn’t maintain his position - he would be knocked out before he found any exit, and up here, he was practically running around in the dark. His pace began to slow as the chemicals began to make him unnaturally sleepy, and his limbs became too heavy to move. This can’t be the end. Too bad. I was looking forward to those seashells. Zero tried to stay awake, his eyes burning, and his breathing became laboured. Exhaustion and the chemicals in the air finally caught up to him, and he keeled over, and crashed through the ceiling to the foggy room below. Zero landed face down on the hard laminated floor, and passed into unconsciousness. *** “What did you find?” “A man in combat gear, Sir. According to records, his name’s Lieutenant Mason Hawke. Part of the Black Sigma team. Looks like he was hiding in the ceiling.” “Status?” “Alive but unconscious. What should we do with him, Sir?” Silence. “Put him in with Blaine and Cosgrove. He… could be useful.” “At once, General!” General Krell appraised the unconscious Zero on the floor, and then turned back to the soldier. “Anything else to report?” “Nothing, Sir. He’s the only body we found.” “Damn it. Keep looking. Dismissed.” The soldier gave a sharp salute, and left. Krell’s mouth twisted, almost into a snarl. “That’s one more for the experiment. But where are the others…?” —-------- Trevor’s private office. Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 1052 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The phone on Trevor’s office desk rang, causing both of them to jump as Trevor quickly reached over and grabbed the phone. Activating the speakerphone, he set the phone to the side, grabbing a small notepad and pen. “Hey Dr. Kade, it’s James down in the lab. I just wanted to let you know we have some critical levels to report,” the bubbly sounding male voice said. “Sure, I’m ready, go ahead,” Trevor said, looking up at Elias before readying his pen. Elias did not meet his gaze, instead looking at the floor with shame and concern. “So, the CBC is showing a massive spike in total white blood cells at 27. Hemoglobin is at 21. eGFR is… huh… this has to be an error, just says high limit. Cholesterol is…. Wow, this guy must have like no body fat, it's at 14. Never seen one that low. TSH is 0.2. We’re still waiting on total counts, but the respiratory PCR panel was negative, same with the liver panel, normal sepsis workup was negative on all growth, but we won’t have that finished for another day or two. D-Dimer is normal…” Trevor only nodded, quickly writing down the numbers with a calm demeanor. The words sounded like Greek to Elias, and he just sat back and watched as Trevor continued writing. “Wow, sounds like this guy is a meathead… Testosterone is 1790. Jeez, buddy, take it easy on the gym juice, am I right, Doc? Drug screen is completely negative. Oh, we went ahead and added in an STI workup as part of your standing orders. It’s finalizing now,” the bubbly voice said, continuing to mumble under his breath as he read off various other letters and number combinations. “All right, let's see here… CT and GC non-reactive... TB Gamma is 0.03, Hep B surface antigen is non-reactive, same with the Hep C antibody. HIV RNA still is waiting to come back since that's a send out, but it does look like the p24 antigen is detected. Did you want me to go ahead and add on a Genosure with it? We can also run a CD3, CD4, CD8 if you want.” Trevor froze with shock, and locked eyes with Elias, saying nothing. Then he returned to the notepad. Then raised his eyes again in disbelief. “God, that … doesn’t seem possible…” Trevor’s voice trailed off. “I, um, yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for the rush on that, James,” Trevor said, looking shocked and confused as he spoke. “Any time, Doc. The girls on night shift wanted me to tell you thank you for the pizza the other night.” “Uh… yeah sure. Any time,” Trevor said, before finally taking the phone off of speakerphone and hanging it up. “What is it?” Trevor didn’t answer. “In mercy, tell me what it means!”, Elias said in a near-panic. Trevor licked his lips, as if about to give voice, but still said nothing. He couldn’t comprehend it. They both had blood tests before, even shortly before the wedding, but Elias’s results were nothing like this on previous screenings. Confused, he made a few clicks in the chart before finally printing out the results onto the small printer in the corner of his office. “Honey, you’re scaring me,” Elias said with trepidation. “Explain to me what they said.” Trevor still didn’t answer, didn’t know how to begin. Unable to stand the suspense any longer, Elias snatched the paper from the printer, and looked for himself. Trevor finally found the words to speak. “I don’t get it. These numbers and the timeline, it doesn’t make sense. You were literally negative a week ago and on the test we got before getting married. The p24 doesn’t even show up for at least 16 days. Babe… just be honest with me… How long have you had HIV? And why the hell didn’t I know about it?” Sure enough, Elias turned to the second page, and found the accusatory words right there. “P24 HIV PROTEIN: REACTIVE.” Elias could only drop his jaw in stunned silence, and then, dropped the pages to the floor. “Baby, I’m sorry,” Trevor began to say, trying not to cry himself. “I don’t understand it. The numbers make zero sense. There must have been a mix-up in the lab. We double-check, don’t worry. It’s rare, but something could have happened.” Elias started to break down into a quiet sob. Trevor took Elias’s head in both his hands. “Honey, I trust you, okay? I. Trust. You. This has got to be a mistake.” Elias didn’t stop sobbing, the tears already streaming. “I love you,” Trevor reassured him. “I’ll be by your side, no matter what those test results say.” Then a revelation hit him. “Waaaaait a second…” Trevor returned to the desk without sitting. He looked over the symptoms Elias had described. “I thought so.” He poked his head above the monitor, hoping Elias would meet his gaze. “None of the things you describe, except for the sweating part, is a symptom of HIV. And that sweating could be any number of things. You’re still taking the Truvada, right?” Elias started to feel relief wash over him as Trevor’s explanation started to make sense. “Yeah… I don’t miss any doses, and you know I don’t play around. ” Trevor smiled kindly. “I know, babe. I believe you. That’s why I said it’s just not possible.” Trevor resumed his seat, hiding his face from Elias. What the fuck kind of mistake IS this? The machine shouldn’t take HIV antibody proteins for anything other than HIV antibody proteins! Trevor scanned his badge on the security device next to the computer, logging him out, and stood up. “I’m going to go have a talk with the lab, see if … I don’t know… Just stay here, this’ll be cleared up in a jiffy,” Trevor said hurriedly before dashing out the door. Elias wiped the tears from his face, and slowly picked up the fallen papers. He examined the second page again, and as he did so, he could clearly imagine Trevor giving the lab tech an earful. His mind began racing, and only two instances stood out as being potential infection moments: the scratch from the smiler, and the hookup with Todd. I think I can rule out Todd, Elias decided. That was just hours ago, not enough time for anything to be transmitted like that and show up on a test. That left only the smiler from last night, and Elias knew even less about that situation than he did about Todd’s sexual history. He decided it might not be the best time to tell Trevor about his infidelity. No use making this worse. Fuck, Trevor must be as terrified as I am right now. Shit… Trevor… Elias started to be slightly suspicious of his husband. But… no, that doesn’t make sense. Could he cheat? On our honeymoon, maybe? Or sometime before that? Could I have got it from him, and this is all just a smokescreen? No, the Truvada again. I don’t miss doses, not ever. Neither does he. Elias let out a low sigh of relief. Well, at least my husband’s not a cheater. I, on the other hand… He needed to put a stop to that hypocritical judgment and negative thinking. Trevor re-entering the room stopped it for him. Trevor closed the door quietly, and sat in the chair next to Elias, and just held him in both arms. “I’m afraid there was … no mix-up. It’s your blood, there was no cross-contamination with other samples, and … I don’t know… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before…” Trevor started to shed his own tears. “I’m here for you, Elias. I love you, and I won’t desert you. Swear to me that you didn’t cheat on me!” Elias gulped. Face the music now or later. After a pause, Elias answered. “I swear.” He hoped his lie wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. —- Helixion Genetics, exterior. Quarantine camp. 1141 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Tex stood before a large yellow tent, only beginning to second-guess the plan when he saw the setup. People he didn’t know by their faces simply buzzed about, all engaged on different tasks and errands as the camp came to life, and paid him no attention. He looked up at the big Helixion building number 3, and memories of last night’s shitshow poured into his head. He inhaled sharply for a calming breath, and tried to remember the first steps: find the General and get checked in, then try to find out what happened to the others. The first task took care of itself as a decorated older man approached him with interest and slight suspicion. “You, sir! I’m General Anton Krell. Do you have authorization to be here?” Tex nodded twice. “Sure do,” making sure to lay on the Texan accent. He started to put his hand out for a friendly greeting, but remembered to salute and stand stiffly at attention at the last second. “Lieutenant Tobias Vahn, virologist and containment scientist, Sir!” He shot a crisp salute to the General, who returned the salute half-heartedly, as if Tex had overdone it but still stood on formality. “At ease, soldier,” Krell said in a low voice. “I know your name, but I don’t recall you appearing on my list.” He turned to an accompanying officer and said, “Get me the most current version of personnel, and tell Officer Truman to come back with you.” The soldier gave a salute, and left the two of them together. “A virologist, hmm? Very useful,” Krell said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “What is the situation, General?” Play it cool, Toby. You weren’t here last night. And I’m betting he doesn’t know any different. “Black Sigma Special Ops Team entered the facility last night at 20-hundred hours for a retrieval and rescue mission for the scientists of Helixion Genetics,” Krell answered. “I personally established contact with Commander Nathan Briggs, but it seems the men have gone away on their own accounts. They stopped responding to comms with several acts of insubordination, and all communications between us ceased by zero dark. I’ve heard nothing from inside since asking for an uplink to interior security footage, and we lost contact shortly thereafter. They’ve gone AWOL, and SWAT teams have gassed Building 3 to neutralize any hostile forces.” “Hostile forces, sir?” Tex had to bite his tongue to keep from lashing out. “These are just scientists. Do you think their contaminants and specimens got loose?” “One did get loose, Lieutenant. Attacked two of my men, and ran for the road when it ran into a truck. Caused a major traffic jam while we contained it and cordoned off the area. It’s in custody now, along with the two men we found inside the lab.” This piqued Tex’s interest. Two men? One was probably Zero. The soldier from before returned carrying a tablet, and accompanied by another soldier who Tex took to be ‘Truman’. “Sir, the personnel list you requested,” the soldier said loudly as he handed the tablet to Krell. Krell took it without a word, and after a cursory review, Krell was satisfied. “Welcome to the team, Dr. Vahn,” Krell said approvingly. “I thought you were assigned to Black Sigma for last night’s mission?” Play it cool, Tex! Remember your alibi and what Trevor told you to say. “Originally I was, General,” Tex began, choking down fear of getting caught or making a mistake. “But I twisted my ankle earlier in the week. I was teaching my niece to ice-skate at the arena, and … I’m so out of practice, and twisted it by accident. So I asked to be reassigned to desk work and not active duty while it heals. They took me off the mission, and here I am, sir.” “Mm-hmm,” Krell answered, again studying the tablet for this information. He didn’t entirely believe it, but there was nothing to contradict the story, and it sounded plausible. Tex’s body language didn’t give any hint of untruth. Krell cast his eyes down to look at Tex’s feet, wondering which one it was. Neither one looked particularly injured, but a twisted ankle after a couple days usually didn’t require any visible support like crutches. “All right,” Krell said, handing the tablet back to the soldier. “You two are dismissed. Vahn, follow me. I’ll show you around.”

You, and just about everybody else. 😉

Often I would go to mass in the parish with their cum leaking out of my ass from under my cassock, and people were none the wiser. Both of them were adored by the people and they hid their little secret very well. For me the hottest part about what we did was the fact that they never once did anything for me. Never touched my cock or asked what I liked etc. I was their cum dump and that was it, once they were done with me they didn’t care until the next time they needed to cum. I was used to this anyway because I used to suck off two of my brothers who treated me the same way. I did some cross dressing in the rectory and I was sometimes “their little girl”. I love cd’ing now as a result.

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.

Man this is great. My ultimate fantasy

Would never work for me... well, maybe on the receiving end. For me, sex is not just the physical act of connecting two bodies. It's also the connection of mutual lust/need. for me, any kind of monetary exchange defeats the purpose, and i'd pass. i've had offers from homeless guys before to top me if they could spend the night, but my feel was they just wanted a place to stay and were willing to fuck to get it. i only want sex if the guy truly wants to fuck me, it's that lusty need of a top that i connect my lusty need as a bottom with. Quid pro quo sex is just not sex to me, it's a sort of psychological condom.

(Continued) During work the following week Steve would over in the kitchen and grin. The blond muscle boy wrestler with chiseled features and a hot cock knew he had secured a regular hole for his hot juice. As Friday approached, I could not focus on work or school, only the thought of his bare rod thrashing my hole, leaving me exhausted and dripping cum as I walked to the bathroom. Classes ended and I arrived at work on Friday at 4pm for my shift. Steve parked his truck in the back parking and entered the back door with his leather duffel slung over his muscular shoulders. Coming from wrestling practice, he was in his tight shorts and wife beater highlighted his tiny waist, meat hanging to the left in his shorts, and his developed chest with nips poking through the thinly veiled shirt. The total young blond stud had arrived. He quickly went into the bathroom and changed into his work cloths; boots, jeans, t-shirt and hat. He emerged from the room oozing sex. He entered the galley, got prepared to cook, smirked and asked, what’s up for after work? I responded, “My uncles cock.” I taunted him, “You?” He whispered, “Your hole.” I responded, “let’s get the meat out to the guests.” Thoughout the night we cooked, got sweaty and grimy in the heat, and moved closer to shutting down. As we cleaned the grills, restocked the meat, and employees exited, I began to prepare for the inevitable. I entered the walk-in freezer, he quickly followed in behind, and grabbed my ass and fingered my hole. As he did he whispered in my ear, “you ready to fuck again?” I said, “I’m still sore from last weekend, but my hole would luv to rap around your man meat.” He smiled and said, let’s go. After we finished we got into our vehicles and headed for my uncles house. Fifteen minutes later we were at his front door. I had warned him that I would try and get him to the house after work, he answered the door in his jeans and a tank top. More business than pleasure, with a lowered voice he said, “Come on in.” He pointed to the sofa and on the TV playing was hardcore raw group action. On the coffee table was whiskey, rocks glass and poppers. We quickly poured some neat triple shots of whiskey and leaned back on the sofa. My uncle said, “Put yourselves at ease.” Entering his bedroom he left us alone. I quickly downed the whiskey and reached to massage Steve’s cock only to discover him hard as a rock, ready to fuck. I began to rub his destoyer. Suddenly, there stood my uncle in a leather harness with his massive cock hanging down waiting to be serviced. At that moment my hole tightened and then began to twitch. He looked at us both and commanded us to strip. Without a second thought I was bare and Steve quickly followed, his rock hard wrestler cock at full attention. The leather stud now demanded that we head to the basement. I knew then we were going to the dungeon and the sling was barking my name. I began to ooze thinking of the sling, the images on the walls, the mirrors and the cameras. The blond wrestler, my leather stud uncle and myself. Not wanting to waist any protein, I wrapped my fingers along my precum cock and then licked the protien from my fingers. A foretaste of the gusher of cum I knew would be funneled down my throat and lodged deep in my ass.

I think it won't work. Lots of guys who are poz got it from a guy who didn't realise he had it yet.

Chapter 3 After dinner was over and everything was cleaned up Dad, Uncle James, my brother Mike and his two best friends Tim and Dennis, our cousin Mark, my sister Mary’s husband Tom, and me all moved to the basement. Dad had converted it to a den/bar when we were kids. Mom and Mary were invited down to join but decided to stay upstairs and watch one of their shows that was on. The big screen tv was on the sports channel and we were all half watching it while we talked and drank. Most of us were drinking beer. Tom, Dennis, and myself were drinking sangrias. It was around 11:30 pm when Mary hollar’d down the stairs to tell Tom they were going home. Him being the dutiful husband said bye to everyone and went upstairs. A little after midnight uncle James was ready to go home, but Mark wanted to stay so Dad offered to let him sleep over as long as me or my brother were ok with him sharing a bed since we didn’t have a spare with us both home. Both of us agreed that was fine so uncle James said his goodbyes and left. Dad walked him out and as he walked back downstairs he said, “Mom has gone to bed so when you knuckle heads go upstairs to be quiet. Also since it’s just men awake now it’s clothing optional time boys” He stripped down to his birthday suit as he completed his sentence. His big hog, which was 6 in soft and laid over huge bull balls, covered by a thick 70s porn star level black bush, flopped out. His 6’5 construction body, with the only fat on him being on his beer belly, was covered in the same dark black hair. Me and Mark followed suit. Me showing off my 6’2 well muscled and defined body with a dusting of light brown chest hair, an happy trial, and a well trimmed bush above my 4.5 in soft dick that sat over my fat balls. I wasn’t near as hairy as dad, but Mike who was a year younger than me took after him more in that respect. As he stripped down his 6’3 body was well covered by his dark brown hair. He was well muscled, not as define but with more muscle than me. His soft dick was also around 4.5in soft and his balls just a bit smaller than mine. Mark stripped down as well. He was 25 and I hadn’t seen him naked since we were kids. I knew from his and uncle James bulges they had the big dick gen. However, I was surprised by the size of his soft cock when it tumbled out as he removed his boxers. It had to be as big as dads if not a little bigger and he also had a fat set of balls hanging below his meat. He had a patch of thick hair red hair on his chest along with a matching red happy trail , a big fire bush over his cock, and his legs were covered in the same colored hair. He was bull built like his dad and loved weight lifting but was the shortest of the men in our family at 5’11. His relative shorter height made his dick look even more massive. Dennis having been around enough times didn’t flinch an eye and stripped as well. He was 23 years old and 6’0 tall. He had a runners build. He had been a star track athlete in college and kept in shape. He had a respectable 3 in soft dick over a set of medium sizes balls. He had an average amount of blonde hair covering his body in the expected places. But what was his best attribute in my mind was his ass. It was a big fat bubble butt that was meant to be fucked and slapped. We always teased him he had a better ass than any girl he dated, which was true. Tim was a little more shy than us. He stripped to his boxer briefs. He was 22 and stood 6’1. He had the ex frat guy build with a little beer belly. Brown hair covered his chest, belly and legs. He had previously partaken in our nudism so I know he had a similar sized cock and balls as Dennis but he was uncut. However, he only did it when he was drunk and had apparently not yet hit that level yet. But none of us mentioned this as everyone knew clothing level was to ones comfort level and respected that. We piled our clothes in the corner of the room and went back to the same bullshitting and drinking we had been doing before. After about 30 minutes Tim took off his boxer briefs and released his nice soft cock and balls to the air. Around 1:30am we were all good and tipsy so we started to wrestle naked on the floor. Taking turns with dad as the referee. I got to touch, grab, and grope Tim, Mike and in the final match between us younger guys, Mark. I was sure to feel his massive cock and balls when I could. We both tried hard, but Mark was just able to beat me. I could have swore he was a little plumped up as we parted after he pinned me. Dad decided to challenge the winner Mark to what was know as the family championship. Dad and uncle James had been trading off that honor for years. Whenever we would have a family gathering we’d all have a wresting tournament and it always ended with one of them as champion, though it was always clothed before. Mark tried his hardest to beat dad, but the man had the height, weight, and experience on his side. Not to mention dad was fresh and Mark had just wrestled 3 times. Dad got him pinned pretty quickly. But gave him a hug after and told him how well he had done. Then hugged the rest of us. Not long after that mom, who must of woke up and realized dad wasn’t in bed, yelled down from the top of the steps to the basement, “Samson Smith Kincaid Sr get your hairy ass up here. It’s past time for you to be in bed. You’re too old to be up half the night with those kids!” We all busted out laughing at dad getting in trouble. He flipped us all the bird as he slipped in his boxers and walked upstairs. ”Yes honey pot I am coming up now.” He replied as he started climbing the stairs. We stayed up for a little while longer and passed around a bottle of whiskey. taking and telling stories of times past. Old college conquests and funny stories from our youth. Finally around 3 am we decided it be best to go to bed. Tim and Dennis decided they were too drunk to drive back to their hotel in the next town over and each took one of the two sofas in the den. Mike got them some spare blankets and pillows we keep in the closet down there. Mike, Mark, and I all slipped on our underwear and walked up stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were. We tried to be as quiet we could. As we walked by mom and dad’s room (which was all on the same hall so we had to pass to get to ours) we could tell by the moans they weren’t asleep. We all giggled and headed down the hall to our rooms. We came to Mikes door first and he offered Mark to share his bed but he also admitted I had the king bed (since my room had become the room designated for visitors) and he only had a queen. Mark made a comment about sharing a bed with either of us “tall fucks” but said he’d share with me since the bed was bigger. Mike said good night and went into his room. Me and mark walked the short way to my room. As we entered mark kicked off his underwear and crawled into bed. Seeing his jacked body covered in ginger hair move so gracefully, even while drunk, and that huge massive cock bounce as he moved made me spring a semi. Then I saw his ass, which rivaled Dennis’s, as he moved to get into bed and it really went full tent. I told him I was going to the bathroom to which he just mumbled a response. I practically ran to the bathroom and closed the door only to see through Mike’s open door him jerking his rock hard dick. He was just a bit shorter than me at 8 inches to my 8.5 inches but look to be thicker. His balls moved back and forth with his jerking motion as he stood at the end of his bed. “Oh damn big bro, I didn’t realized the door was open. I had to jerk off so bad since Beth hasn’t put out in a month I forgot to close the door.” He said once he noticed me as he continued stroking but at a slower pace. After a second I snapped out of my shock and replied, “It’s ok man. It’s not the first time I have seen you jerk off. If you remember you even once let me suck that cock.” I said, my drunk brain recalling our past youthful experimenting. “Yea, you tried to mouth it a few times. But I hope you got a lot better because you really sucked at it and I am sure that’s a bad thing for a gay guy!” he chuckled. My booze soaked brain saw the opening. “Well it was my first dick and I have gotten a lot better. But I’d have to show you to redeem my good cock sucker card now that you have insulted my skills.” “Is that so? Many a women and even a few men have sucked it since you have last and not many have done well, and only one has deepthroated it. You up to the challenge big bro?” He said throwing the proverbial gauntlet at my feet. I didn’t say anything, I walked into his room closing the door behind me and moved to face him and then bent my head and started to kiss his neck and chest. One of my hands playing with his hard nipple as the other took hold of his rock solid cock with the other. It was heavy and warm and thick. His body heat was radiating off him. He began to very quietly moan as he put his hand on the back of my head and played with my hair. His other hand he put behind himself to brace himself with the bed frame. I moved my mouth down to his nipples, which turned out to be wired to his dick, and I started to lick and suck and nibble them as I continued to stroke his massive hog. His moans remained quiet but grew more persistent. I could tell he was being quiet so we didn’t get caught. I kissed my way down his chest over his stomach and down to his pubes. Sticking my face in his pubes I took a depth breath. He smelled like man, masculine with a hint of musk. I then kissed around the base of his dick and stated to lick his balls. All while continuing to stroke his dick which was leaking massive amounts of precum. When I took one of his massive balls in my mouth he muttered a very low “fuck” and his dick jumped in my hand. I worked his balls for a few minutes, getting them nice and wet, as I continued to stroke him. His precum provided plenty of lube so I could stroke him with a firm grip. I then moved from his balls up to the tip of his dick, being sure to look him in the eyes as I licked a gob of precum from his slit. This treated me with another mouthed “fuck” in response. I kept eye contact with him as I took his fat precum covered head into my warm wet mouth and began to flick my tongue over the top of it. This made his eyes roll back and his cock jumped in my mouth providing a fresh batch of precum which I swallowed down. I then started my decent on his dick. As I said before I have had lots of experience and had taught myself to have virtually no gag reflex. It took about 4 strokes with my mouth to take his full length down my throat. When my nose hit his pubes he moaned and his hand came to the back of my head. He just left his hand on the back of my head as I started to work his dick. I used all my skills, tongue tricks, and such to drive him crazy all while my hands played with his balls and taint. I never once used my hand on his dick after I swallowed him to the base. I wanted my mouth and throat to make him cum. Just as I was about to really go to town and try to bring him to climax he took a firmer grip on my head and whispers to me that he was going to face fuck me and proceeded to drill my throat. His hips were strong and he really abused my throat with his strokes. But I loved feeling him hit the back over of my mouth and forcing it down my throat over and over again. Within minutes I tasted his load on my tongue as he back stroked out of my throat. He started to shallow stroke only going half in as huge spurt after spurt of cum shoot on my tongue and in the back of my mouth. His seed tasted delicious and there was so much of it. On his last spurt he again buried himself balls deep in my throat. I had not even touched myself but my hard dick had escaped my boxers through the slit in the front and was now shooting my toxic poz load all over the floor by my brothers feet as I swallowed his sweet neg load. I got to my feet after I knew I had swallowed every drop and his dick was once again soft. As I came face to face with him he kissed me on the lips softly and then pulled me into a hug. Our soft spent cock rubbed together as he whispered into my ears “Thank you! I need that so bad big bro. It’s the best bj I have ever had. You have your great cock sucker card back.” We both laughed at that as we pulled apart. I said back softly, “Anytime little bro after all that’s what I am here for to help my little bro out!” He smiled gave me one more hug and kiss on my lips to thank me as he we parted. He climbed into bed and I walked to my room through the shared bath leaving both doors open. Mark was asleep and snoring. I took off my boxers, using them to wipe off the last of my charged seed from my cock, and climbed into bed. I got into place under the covers with my back against Mark’s. I felt his steady breathing as I closed eyes and fell asleep. ———————- That’s another chapter done. I will have the next chapter up shortly as I have it already planned out but this was getting too long. Don’t worry, Smith will be depositing toxic babies in neg ass on the next chapter, I promise!

I went to the sauna the other day. I have been going kinda often. I live in a small farming city, so quite often see the same men there. I know it’s gonna be a good time when I see some pick up trucks in the car park. There are a couple of private rooms, which is good because it means that guys use the orgy room more, or fuck in the peep hole area behind the orgy room, my usual favourite place. I just take off my towel, lube up my ass and look through a peep hole, look at the porn or watch guys wanking on the orgy bed. I like to watch and wank, and let guys discover my lubed ass and they just slide in. Hardly any guys use rubbers. I love it when some farm worker just slides in raw behind me. There are a few middle age farm guys I meet there almost regularly, I know their trucks in the car park. I was at the sauna kind of early and it was still quiet, so I lubed up and lay in the middle of the orgy bed and wanked to the porn. After a couple of minutes, a guy lay beside me and he moved to stroke my hard cock and then played with my ass. He was good and hard. When he played with my ass I knew what he wanted, I rolled over, so he could rub his cock on my crack. I was well lubed, so he pointed his cock head at my hole and started nudging into my ring. I pushed back on his cock and he got the head in. I was feeling good and piggy and I was watching the porn on the big screen and getting my ass fulled up nice. He was just slowly working his way in and out, slowly, slowly getting his cock deeper. A few guys were watching at the peep holes and a couple guys were peeking around the edge wall of the orgy room. I like to let other guys see me taking raw dick, so they know they can try it on with me. Another guy lay down on the other side of me and stroked his cock, he was already hard, I think he had been watching us through the peep holes. The dude fucking me pushed my shoulder to get me to roll over, to give my ass to the new guy. What a decent bloke to make the new guy feel welcome my sharing my slutty ass. I rolled over and the new guy rubbed his cock in my crack. My hole was already relaxed and the new guy gave me a bear hug and slowly just buried his cock to the hilt in a single move. I closed my eyes and just let the new guy use my ass, the first guy rolled over to spoon with me and I rubbed my cock in his crack. He pushed back on my hard cock. I got my head in and we just vibed like that for about ten minutes, three guys in a relaxing slow fuck. The guy behind me gently doing the work me and the other guy getting cock. It was still early and we were just having fun, but not really ready to blow. When I am in a slutty mood, I want to get as many cocks in me as possible for the afternoon, I don’t want to blow early, and I want to dick several guys too. The first guy moved away and took a walk around. A younger and buffer than average guy, took his place on the orgy bed. This is interesting because, he seemed like the shy type who would rather be in a private room. I guess he had watched and got horny and wanted to have a play. The guy fucking me, rolled over, so I took the opportunity to return the favour and rub my cock on his ass. The buff guy played with my hole for a minute and then got up and came back. Buff guy had rolled on a rubber. I adjusted so I could get my cock into the guy I was spooning. Buff guy lined his rubbered cock on my hole and tried to get it in. We had a bit of trouble and he got the head in, but it was not going well. I reached back stroked his cock with my hand and he was a bit soft in the rubber. So I stroked him and let the rubber slide up and down until it was just coving his cock head. He got a bit harder and I played with the rubber just stroking it on and off the tip of his cock. In a few minutes the rubber slipped off and fell down and he was rock hard. He was lined up with my hole and he played with just putting the tip of his cock in my hole. I was gently grinding my cock in the guy I was fucking and buff guy was keeping pressure on my hole, slowly letting his cock get deeper as I continued grinding. I was in piggy heaven. When I got all afternoon. I love to take some slow fucks, with plenty of skin on skin, bear hugs and spooning. I like to be fucked slowly and deeply with my eyes closed, just relaxing and taking in the man on man sensation. The buff guy went from, just the tip, to slowly working his cock fully in my ass, while I slowly fucked the farmer guy in front of me. We fucked for ten minutes or so, buff guy giving me some hard and fast fucking and some slow fucking. After a long while, the buff guy got soft and slipped out. And it was time for me to get up and have a walk around. The buff guy had silently given me a load. I saw him later, hard as a rock again, raw fucking another guy behind the peep holes. I took some more cocks with his cum load in my ass. I lost count how many guys I fucked there, I fucked by the peep holes and at the side of the porn screen, but I think I fucked five guys and five guys fucked me. I got a load from the buff guy and gave a load to a farm guy, so a successful and relaxing afternoon.

Here's mine. Beer can thick, 8 inches around. My ex referred to it as a traffic cone.

I was 12 - sleepover with a cousin. Not sure how it came up, but he mentioned that he was experimenting with some other friends from his school, and did I want to see what he'd learned. Then he started rubbing my crotch, and told me to touch him. Went quickly from there - unzipping, jacking each other, then pants off. We sat on a sofa (his parents weren't home) and he bent over and started sucking my cock. Never felt anything like it. I'd been jacking myself since age 10, but I'd never felt anything like that. He pulled off, and I bent over and started sucking him. He wasn't circumcised (then) and I'd never seen an uncut one. We didn't cum in each other's mouth, but we did jack each other off. Later he did get cut and I got to "experiment" with cock 2.0. Went on for some years. Memories ....

Chapter 7 - Matt Matt felt so good he thought he might become delirious. The daddies were talking so dirty and calling him names and he found he loved it. The pounding against his prostate, the fullness he felt from Daddy T’s fat dick in his hole, the taste of Daddy Z’s dick and precum on his lips, and the pleasure he got from hearing how much he was pleasing the Daddies took him over the edge and blew a huge load hands free. It was the biggest load he had ever shot, covering his abs and the bed below him with load. Daddy T moaned and slammed himself balls deep into Matt’s raw hole hard and he could. He growled, “Take that fucking poz cum boy! Daddy is knocking your neg ass up!!!” With in seconds, Daddy Z pushed Matt’s mouth down on his raging hard dick as he shot his load into his throat. “Fuck yes take Daddy’s T charged babies in that ass while you swallow my toxic load boy!” It took a few seconds before Matt’s brain registered exactly what the Daddies had said. “What do you mean poz?? What’s is a charged load? And toxic how?” He asked the daddies as his voice grew more alarmed with each word. Matt began to panic. What had he done? What had he allowed the Daddies to do to him? Just as he was about to spiral Daddy T wrapped his big arms around him and pulled him into a big bear hug. His strong arms and big chest put Matt in a cocoon of daddy skin. “Matty don’t get to worked up, ok? We will explain it, but first just know you are safe and you have pleased you daddies very much tonight! Nothing we have done tonight can’t be handled.” Daddy T told him as he continued to hold him. The strong embrace and gentle kind words from Daddy T allowed Matt to calm down enough that he wasn't spinning. For as much as he shouldn’t, considering what he thought they just did to him, he trusted both the Daddies very much. He also still felt that need deep in him to please them. “Ok, I think I am calm enough to discuss this now” Matt stated as he pulled away from Daddy T looking up at his eyes. Daddy Z is the one that responded, “You remember when you asked about the scorpion tattoos we have?” Matt nodded his head as Daddy Z pointed at said tattoo above his now half soft monster cock. “Good, so a scorpion tattoo on a gay man generally means they are HIV positive or poz. Most times it means even more in that the wearer is not on medication and can transmit HIV. That is also what charged and toxic means, that your cum is capable of infecting.” Daddy Z explained. Matt nodded showing his understanding as he realized he was correct. Daddy T had cum in his ass while being poz and infectious. While he knew oral infection was less common, he had also swallowed multiple of both Daddies HIV filled loads. “And you both thought it was ok to fuck me without a condom and without telling me you were HIV positive? Why?” Matt asked looking between them. He didn’t have any heat or accusation behind his question, surprising he wasn’t feeling mad or even really that upset anymore. Daddy T answered this time, “it’s called gifting and chasing. A special subset of gay men like to share or try to get/give HIV. Daddy Z shared his strain with me when we first meet. He stealthed me similar to how we did you tonight by telling me he was poz as he came in me. “Stealthing is pozzing someone without telling them. For some of us, that is the ultimate most arousing act we could do. Most times, we don't even tell the bottom we put poz cum that we have HIV. But we had a strong feeling you’d want to know and embrace it like I did Matty boy.” Daddy T said, giving Matt a wink as he finished his last sentence. Matt thought for a minute as the Daddies watched to see what his response would be. He no longer had any real anxiety or panic about it. He wasn’t upset or angry. But he did have a few more questions that he asked the daddies. Matt - How long had the daddies been poz? Have they ever been on meds? Are they going to? Isn’t it dangerous not too? Daddies - Z had been poz since he was 19 so almost 8 years and Thomas had been poz just a year less. Both were not currently and had not been on meds. They planned to go on meds when they had to in order to avoid the worst of the disease. They were working with a doctor to monitor that and be sure they did it when necessary. As long as they kept healthy and checked up with the doctor they were ok with the risks. Matt - Did they stealth often? What did they do if anyone found out? Couldn’t they get in trouble? Daddies - They fucked other guys a lot, multiple times a week usually. Most knew or didn’t care about their status. They stealthed probably once every 4 to 6 weeks. They did it in a way (using fake profiles, meeting at cheap cash only motels, etc) that they hadn’t been caught. And as with the risk of not taking meds, they were ok with the risks associated with stealthing. Matt - Was he the first boy the daddies had told you that they pozzed them? If so, why? Daddies - Yes he was. They told him primarily because they felt a connection with Matty wanted to continue to use him as the future allowed. Secondarily they didn’t want him to accidentally infect Mandy. Matt - What do you expect him to do about that? Break up with her? How could they still use his holes in the future if he did break up with her? Daddies - Yes they expected the relationship to end, with in a few days of returning home. They would help him come up with a way to break it off that would be the least harmful to Mandy’s feelings. The biggest thing was Matt couldn’t have sex with her again. They didn’t want to risk it. They would keep the continued sex away from Mandy. They told him that when they visited the east coast they would get a hold of him and bring him to where they were to be their boy while visiting. Matt - Would they want him to stay off meds? Would he be allowed to have sex with anyone else? Daddies - They would like him to stay off meds and share their strain, but understand if he didn’t. He could have sex with anyone he wanted, besides Mandy. Matt knew a few things for certain when they had finished their question and answer session. 1) He was not upset or mad. He was actually glad and excited. He felt that he could be himself and explore his fantasies and hidden desires. 2) He accepted that he was gay and a kinky pig. He had felt it deep inside himself his whole life and he finally admitted it to himself. It’s why he always thought of women was as good friends but never loved one. Why sex with a woman was always so bland to him. His sexually conservative upbringing wouldn’t have let him admit to having and embracing this side of himself . The Daddies action helped break down that wall and would allow him to become that pig! 3) He wanted to continue to be used by the daddies. He wanted to please them. So, he was going to stay off meds and share their strain. He told the daddies all this. They were elated and congratulated him on finding his inner pig. Matt spent the next several hours getting fucked raw by his new poz daddies. They even dp’ed him a few times. The whole time the dirty talk flew. With the daddies making Matty beg for their poz dicks and toxic loads. That night Matt got 3 more charged loads from Daddy Z and 2 more from Daddy T. All balls deep in his neg ass. He crawled in bed with Amanda around 5:30 am as the sun was coming up. The entire rest of the trip the daddies continued to use Matt’s hole nightly and anytime they could distract Amanda enough to get a load off. Matt managed to keep Amanda hands off him the rest of the week. When they returned back to college he gave it a few days and broke up with her. He had fulfilled his promise to not touch her sexually again. He got sick a few days after the break up and tested positive using a home test. He went to a doctor the daddies knew and recommended that was sympathetic to the gifting lifestyle and got it confirmed. He called the daddies to give them the good news and they all celebrated on the phone. From that moment in, Matt became the pig he was always meant to be! The End ————- I hope you enjoyed the story. I am thinking of other possible stories about the daddies. Also some possible ones about Matt’s new life. Keep an eye out for those if you liked this story. Thank you all for the positive feedback!

I’m keen to be film when I’m being gangfuck or during a CNC play. Getting bound and gagged then used by hung tops fucking as rough as they can. Would love to watch that and hear my muffled scream while being use roughly.

Part 32; Three sets of footsteps left my room, leaving just my Master and I. 🐐👦 He walked over to the window, staring out, to watch the two vehicles leave. Several minutes went by, and finally two engines started up, and I heard the cars drive away. My past was at last leaving me to get on with the here and now. The Beast turned around, looking at me with his horned Goat-Beast head still in flames, and his eyes still excited in their molten-lava state. I wanted to go to him, but I was fixed to the spot, as once again my abdomen was so heavily distended with his delicious t☣️xic Demon non human DNA filth, which always affected my walking and balance. Naturally, he took control, and slowly walked over until he was standing right in front of me, with his torso of thick Beast hair nestling on my young smooth D-E-V-I-L 👺scratched distended belly. I grabbed hold of his hips for balance, and slowly lowered myself until I was on my knees. I looked up at my Beast, feeling his thick slippery EEL Dick bang against my torso, throbbing in it's excitement for it's nasTy pig that knelt before it. 🐷 And without looking away for a second from his excited molten-lava eyes, I took his Demon Dick in my hands (I certainly needed to use both), and again stuck my tongue inside his 1" wide Gono pus dripping infected inflamed urethra, eagerly flicking my tongue in and out, very happily lapping up his filthy stinking discharge. His musky smelling Demon-Dick was increasing it's frequency and intensity with its twitching, and pulsating. I could most definitely feel it becoming more engorged. I thought to myself, he must be getting more and more excited, and I thought correctly as he cocked his horned head in flames to the ceiling, and commenced in letting out a constant stream of deafening demonic roars, one after another after another, with his broad hard chest of thickly layered dark demon hair opening itself out wide, and his just as hairy arms extending out at a 90 degree angle, with his claws flaring out. And THEN, with my tongue still buried deeply inside his Gono inflamed urethra ... 💦 SQUIRT 💦 ... He let out a dose of his diseased, Deep-Green, bitter tasting cum. And with my tongue positioned the way it was my mouth was instantly flooded with his wonderful Demon-Seed, some of it hitting the back of my throat with no choice but to swallow, and lots of it also overflowing from my mouth, over my chin, and onto my chest and my cum filled distended belly. Sir and Usher had been gone for about 15 minutes now, and during that time my horny Master was SQUIRTING out a dose of his beautiful delicious DNA around 4 times per minute, every minute!! FIFTEEN litres of HIS cum, especially for me, his cock-hungry, cum-loving nasTy slutTy boy. 💦💦 👦💦💦 My entire body was now heavily drenched, including my long thick Golden curly hair which was now darkened, sodden, and clinging to my forehead. As well as my body being drenched from head to toe, I found myself now also kneeling in a HUGE oily slick puddle of my Master's dirTy t☣️xic muck. I felt like a true pig in its natural environment, and, I had never felt happier. As I continued to lap up my Master's Gono pus between his 💦 SQUIRT's 💦 of cum in my mouth and over my body, I heard our car pull up. Singular. My boyfriend was gone. GOOD! Another 15 minutes passed by before Usher & Sir returned to my room, during which time my Master and I kept up a decent rhythm of our current play; Gono slurping. Deafening Demonic roars. 👹 Demon cum SQUIRTS 💦 ... They only returned very briefly where Sir informed our Master that Doctor Stanis would arriving tomorrow at midday to treat my active Gono infection, and as a new patient giving me a general examination. - C'mon Usher, we'll come back a little later. My Master is obviously heavily involved with playing one on one with his new boy. They both went to the dining room on the ground floor, lit a whole load of candles, and kicked back, relaxing, chatting, whilst drinking Beer, and smoking Weed. They took the opportunity to now bond to a deeper level. Usher said he'd probably go in about 3 days or so, as originally planned, to sort out stuff his end, so he could make the transition to move here properly. Sir began to divulge his own journey here with our Master. He came here much like me, but eventually had no choice but to lose his soul to the Dark-Lord. Those who do lose their soul are no longer living humans, and depending on an array of factors will determine what they will become in their new immortal state. Meanwhile, upstairs, I let go of my Master's EEL Dick, and leaned back sweating and panting placing my fists on the ground behind me, as I needed a quick breather. The Beast didn't though, and continued to SQUIRT his h🔥T Demon cum over my chest and belly. I smiled up at him; - Oh Fuck YEAH. Defile me my Master. Treat me like the fucking filThy whore that I am. I L☢️VE being your dirTy sluT Master. 🐖👦🐖