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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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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. ***

(Continued) As soon as we entered the room I could hear, what I would now call bathhouse music, playing in the background. My uncle approached Steve, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him to his leather harness clad body and began to devour his mouth. Instinctively now, I knelt and went to work on their cocks which began to stiffen and with leak the sweat taste of precum. I wrapped my tongue around my uncles manly tool and slowly messaged his shaft with my tongue. Turning my hed, I began to the massive tan cock of the blond. He began to work his hips on my head and reached down to shove his young stud tool down my tight throat. His hips worked to pound his cock head through the back of my throat and down so hard that I couldn’t gasp for air or even gagged. He was developing into a young stud dominant top. Slowly we worked out way towards the sling. Expecting to back into the sling I was shocked to watch my uncle push the blond wrestler into the sling. The real alpha male was going to take charge and the young alpha was going to find out what his future was going to look like. I stepped back and watched as my uncle grabbed his legs and placed his ankles in the straps. Having brought the poppers downstairs, I grabbed the bottle, removed the cap and placed the bottle at the base of Steve’s nose. I took hold of the bottle, and with a thumb on the opposite side of his nose, inhaled strongly. Moving the bottle to the other side, he took another strong hit. He gave me back the bottle and I followed suit. I looked down at the base of the sling to see my uncle applying a light amount of lube on his huge rod. Steve was going to feel every inch of man cock widening his barely used hole. With the tip leaking precum, my uncle began to press of Steve’s hole. At that moment I grabbed the back of his head and shoved my cock deep down this mouth. It was his turn to get used. Whimpering as the man cock went deeper and deeper with each thrust, I could see the agony and delight in his face. He was learning how to alpha fuck by getting alpha fucked. As his rhythm settled in, my uncle reached down and began to massage Steve’s gorgeous cock. Now it was really leaking pre-cum so I leaned over to gobble up stud juice from the tan piece of meat at the bottom of that light treasure trail. As I licked up that protein, in my ears was the slapping of my uncle’s balls in the ass of this young alpha male who was taking it like a champ. In fact, he was getting into it. The 31 year old alpha male ravaging his hole cause his face to be fierce and him to begin to grunt. Just as I began to watch in the mirror on the side of the wall, my uncle pulled out, turned to me and said, “your turn.” I had wanted that ass since he first walked in the restaurant with that cocky swagger, tight cloths and studly grin. He young stud now in the sling, with his legs in the straps and his hole loosen by the man cock which had just furiously worked him deep, was now mine! I wasted no time moving into position. I spit on my cok and pressed into the warm hole which quickly swallowed me deep. Watching my cock drive into that fresh hole, staring at that treasure trail, that well defined chest, and face wreaking ecstasy, caused me to start slow enjoying every thrust. I was not going to cum quickly, I was going to make this last.

No but I had a landlord that bred me once cause i couldnt pay one month. then i payed him and he bred me anyway lol

You, and just about everybody else. 😉

I am very much like you. Every chance I get, i find myself in a motel room offering my bare ass and searching for breeders. No questions asked, just pump your cum in me. I love the feel of bare dicks inside me and I love the sloppiness of my ass. I always want more and I know that there is no going back. For me, I suspect that my actions will lead to a line that will be crossed.

Everything we put on or in our bodies affect us in some way: the foods we put in our bellies; the air we breathe into our lungs; the lotions we apply to our skin. It seems reasonable that if our bodies absorb a stranger's DNA that it can affect us. I'm not certain how something like this could be scientifically tested and proven but I'd volunteer for the study.

Man this is great. My ultimate fantasy

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

I agree that “neg4neg” is maybe one of the riskier things you can do …. Very few guys get pozed up intentionally (even most of us on here) Most of us got it just whoring around, playing with guys who didn’t get tested very often “ oh ya, I’m neg, don’t worry” …. And true, at their last test they were neg …. But the test was 1 , 2, 3, …. Years ago if you are not on PrEP most people would say the safest person to bottom for is a poz guy who is good about taking his meds and is undetectable (neg4pozU=U) or if a poz guy on meds is still nervous making (and I get tract) …. go for “neg on PrEP 4 Neg on PrEP” …. Which gets a bit long for a posting on a hookup site

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.

One of my first WS experiences was with my ex BF... I knew he was really into WS... we sucked and fucked and he bred my ass full of cum. After he shot his load he said he really had to take a massive piss. Asked me if I want it up my cummy hole? Told him yes. He told me go in the bathroom and bend over the toilet. I bent over the toilet and he slid balls deep in my ass. Said he is just gonna hold it in my ass for a minute because it's difficult to piss with a hardon. Eventually he was able to let loose all of his piss and I could feel my hole gettin really full almost bloated. He said just a little more and finished pissing up my ass. He said he wants me to keep his piss up my hole so I gotta start clamping my ass down on his cock as he starts to pull out. He pulls his cock out and im clamping down my hole. I kept all the piss in, but the pressure was really building in my guts. A few minutes later had to sit on the toilet and was a gusher of cum and piss. My cock was oozing precum the entire time.

Chapter 7 (final chapter) The sun woke me up again, the golden rays bathing me in warmth. I rolled over and looked at my phone to see it was 6:30am. My flight wasn’t till 4 that afternoon. Uncle James was going to take me to the airport. Mom and dad both had to go back to work today, so he had volunteered. I got out of bed and threw on some running clothes and shoes. When I went downstairs Dad was sitting in his recliner laying back with us eyes closed. He was just in his boxers and the head and an inch or two of his massive heavy dick was peaking out of their fly. “Hey old man put that thing away before you scare someone.” I told him as I stopped to kiss him on the head as I walked by him to go for my run. “Quit being jealous of your old man.” He replied teasing me. I knew there was no menace to his words. “Have fun on your run. Though I don’t know why you run if you aren’t being chased.” “Make sure you are back by 7:30 so we can both say goodbye before we go to work” He added as he tucked his cock away and sat up. I gave him the thumbs up as I headed out the door. I stretched on the bench by the barn. Then took off, starting with a good jog. I sent the sexy flight attendant that gave me his number, Shawn, a text. “Hey I meant to text earlier but it’s been a very busy weekend. My flight is at 4. I plan to be at the airport by 3 to get through all the security. Did you have time before that for some fun?” I didn’t expect a reply as it was still early for a lot of people. Plus he may have been on a flight for all I know. I made it maybe 100 feet when I got a response. “I am working your flight home sexy. I have to be at the airport by 2:30. If you want to get dropped here around 12:00 or 1:00, we’d have some time to play. Then you could tag along to the airport.” He responded. I stopped jogging to response. “Sounds good baby. You should wear a thong for daddy and nothing else when you answer the door.” I sent back. I then looked around to make sure no one was near and pulled my sweats and boxers down and took a pic of my half hard cock and big balls to send to him. “Get that throat and ass ready for this meat baby!” Within seconds I received a picture from him of a red thong sitting on a bed.. “I will be ready and waiting stud!” Was all he responded. I pulled up my britches and got going on my run. I had only 30 minutes now to try and get a good run in. I ended up making just under 4 miles in that time. I walked into the house at 7:28. Mom and dad were both in the living room chatting but clearly ready to go to work. They got up and we all said our good byes. There were hugs and tears and kisses. Of course dad gave me the his signature bear hug and head kiss. After they departed I walked up stairs to take a shower. As I went I messaged uncle James to see if he could drive me to what I said was an old friends house instead of the airport and that the friend would take me on after we visited some. Of course he agreed and even joked about saving gas. We agreed that he’d be here at 10:30 so we could lead by 11:00 and get me to my friends a bit after noon depending on traffic. I got a good long shower and then brushed my teeth and shaved and so on. After that I changed into my outfit for the day, just some loose pants and a soft light weight long sleeve shirt. I went around the room and packed everything up and got all my stuff together and organized. I then striped my bed and made it up with a clean set of sheets from the hall closet. I took my dirty sheets to the hall where we had a small laundry room and put them in the washer so they’d be ready when mom got home. I took my luggage down to the living room and set it near the door. By that time it was just before 10:00. I went into the the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal and some toast for a late breakfast. Uncle James arrived right on time. I was rinsing my dishes and putting them in the sink when he came behind me in the kitchen and threw his arm over my shoulder. “Well buddy I can’t believe it’s time for you to go already. This weekend has been so busy I feel we didn’t get to see much of each other. But I understand, demands of the job and all.” He said as he pulled me into him for a side hug. “I know it has flown by! I will be back soon for the holidays though.” I said as he released me from the side hug. We talked about the weekend and the weeding as he helped get my bags out to his truck. We were on the road by 10:45. We had been on the road about 30 minutes and were in the middle of no where when uncle James said something that made me about have a heart attack. “So, Mark tells me you put a few of your loads in him this weekends.” He said as if saying he told his dad I loaned him a shirt. I stammered a bit and finally got out, “He told you about that?” ”Sure. I have known he was gay since he was in high school. He came out to me after school. I told him it was best to keep it quite around here, after all that’s what I did when I figured out I was liked me and divorced his mom.” He said casually as if offering a piece of pie. ”Your gay?” I sputtered. “Well more like bi. I go both ways. Mark shares all his to dos with me and me with him. Have since he came out. I taught him how to keep it quiet. Now, he is into that pozzing stuff, which I have seen and it can be hot, but it’s not my cup of tea. I’m on prep to be sure. But that doesn’t mean my favorite nephew can’t suck a load out of my dick now that I know you kinky enough to poz your cousin and swallow your brother’s load.” He replied as he parked the car in a pull off surrounded by trees. As I was about to argue he pulled out is massive soft cock and nice big fat balls. He was mostly soft but had to be 7 inches and thick. That made all reason go out of my mind as I unbuckled and turned to were I was on my hands and knees across the bench and his dick was in my face. I lowered my face into his big bush and inhaled his manly sent. I kissed the base of his soft cock as I moved my hand to start playing with his balls. I ran my tongue up his shaft and took his fat cock head into my mouth. I made sure to swallow him all because I knew once he got fully hard I wouldn’t be able to. I then started to really go to town sucking his cock as I continued to play with his big balls. He got fully hard in no time and he had to be 12 inches long and thick. I had to adapt and use my hands and lots of extra spit as I sucked him to make sure I was giving him a grade A blow job. He rested his hand on the back of my head, but didn’t push me more than I could handle. He started moaning and calling me a good boy as I worked his dick. I used my magic and years of experience to make sure I was doing the best I could with his gigantic dick. “Fuck boy, I am about to cum down your throat. I got a weeks load that I am gonna feed you” he said and proceeded to shoot a big jet of cum in my throat. It tasted delicious and I continued to blow him as he shot jet after jet of cum down my throat. As his cock soften I pulled it from my mouth and sat up beside him. Uncle James took my face in his strong hand and kissed me hard on the lips. “Damn you have a big dick uncle James and you cum taste so fucking good!” I said as climbed back across the front sheet to bucked up. He had put his junk away and was zipping up. ”Thanks for the compliments. You give one of the best bjs I have ever had. Mark didn’t lie about that.” He replied. “But we better get going, that put us a little behind.” We took off and he told me a little more about his realizing he like men and his separation. Then about the Mark coming out and that time frame. He and Mark never messed with each other, but knew all about each other’s sex life. When Mark had told him about me and what we had done he decided he wanted to try my throat out. By the time he pulled up and parked on the road in front of Shawn’s house I knew my uncle better than I ever had. I told him there was no need to get out I’d grab my stuff. We hugged me in the cab of his truck and said goodbye. As I was going to get out he did tell me I could suck a load out of him anytime I wanted and winked at me then waved me out of the truck and good bye. lt was 12:17 when I walked up to Shawn’s front door and knocked. When he answered the door he was dressed as instructed. Shawn was in his mid 20s, 5’5 tall, had a very well defined and muscled body. His skin was a light brown, he wore his hair in braids, had beautiful brown eyes, and a 100 mega watt smile. His body only had hair on his head, under his arms and just a small line running down to his crotch. His thong could barely hold his package with his bulge being so big. ”Hi stud, I am glad you made it, let me help you with that. Come on in.” He said as he took some of my bags. He turned and revealed a plum juicey bubbly ass that bounced ever so slightly as he walked. I followed and admired his body. “I am glad I could make it too. You are sexy as fuck baby!” I replied. We didn’t have too long to walk as we put my luggage next to his in the living room. I took him in my arms and started to make out with him. Feeling all over his smooth body. Making sure to cup and grab his hot ass. “Fuck stud I want your big raw dick in me flooding me with babies.” He demanded between kisses. “Then you better get down on your knees and get me hard baby.” That’s all I needed to say. He was on his knees fishing my half hard dick from my pants in seconds. He sucked the head of my big cock as he pulled my fat balls out and started to play with them. I got to my full hardness of 8.5 inch in no time. Shawn was a pro cock sucker for sure. He knew how to suck a big dick and deep throat. ”Fuck baby you can suck a cock! Keep sucking my big dick baby!” I said followed by several moans. He didn’t respond but continued to work his magic. He had me breathing hard and my eyes rolling in my head. But I didn’t want to shoot my poz cum in his throat. I wanted to impregnate his hole. I pulled him up from the floor and lead him to the sofa. His dick had got hard and escaped his thong. It was hanging out the side and was 7.5-8 inches long with a nice fat head. It bounced as I walked him over and put him in position. I got behind him and started to eat his nice sweet hairless hole. Making sure to play with and slap his ass as I ate it. I tongued it and ate using extra spit so it be sloppy wet. I had no plan to use lube. Just spit and precum. Shawn moaned and wiggled against my tongue as I worked his hole open. I also was jerking his big pole as I ate him. When he was wet enough I stood up and lined my massive poz cock, that was covered in precum as I’d been leaking my toxic juice the whole time I ate him out, up with his wet glistening hole. ”You ready for this big fat raw dick baby?” I asked him as I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. “Fuck yes, plow my ass! Flood me with that cum!” He said as he backed his hole against my cock head. I was not one to object to that so I pushed in till I’d put 2/3rds of my massive dick in his tight hole. He moans in delight and pushed himself the rest of the way back till his ass was against my pubes. “Your ass is so fucking nice! Warm, wet, velvety! Fuck baby!” I said as I started to fuck him. “It was made to be fucked stud. Your dick is so big and fat and perfect!” He said as he started to meet my trusts. We fucked and dirty talked as I continued to drill his tight hole. I had not clue if he was neg, on prep, poz, or anything else. We hadn’t talked about that. But whatever his status, I was leaking toxic precum into his second hole as I fucked him balls deep. I continued to drill his hole picking up speed and intensity. Making him moan louder and beg for my cum. “Fuck yes, here it comes. I am loading that ass with my babies!” I exclaimed as I started shooting my load. “Fuck yes, impregnate my ass daddy!” He said as he felt me cum in him. He quickly reached down and within 3 strokes shoot a huge load on the sofa below him. I leaned over above him as the last of my seed filled his hole. He turned his head back and we made out as we came down from climax bliss. It was only a few minutes after 1 when we parted and sat down. Shawn got us a drink and we sat and chatted. Me still in my clothes with my balls and dick hanging out of my boxer slit and my button and fly undone but pants still in place. He sat in his thong the cloth moved to the side and his now soft cock and balls hanging out. After a break we both went to the shower where I deposited another of my charged loads into his sweet hole as the water ran over us. We then got cleaned up, got dressed and got his car packed up with all our bags. We maintained a good conversation as we packed up and then as we drove to the airport. We were a bit early and it didn’t take long for me to get through security. So I treated Shawn to a bite at the airport cafe. He had to leave me to go get his pre flight stuff done. So I got out my laptop and worked on emails and other things as I waited to board. When I got to the gate I had been up graded to first class and was one of the first to board. As I boarded Shawn winked at me as we passed. He flirted with me the whole way home as his duties allowed. I invited him for another fuck at my place but he had a turn around so he didn’t have time. We said good bye and I went and claimed my bags. I got a Lyft home and mercifully the traffic wasn’t bad. I walked into my place and dropped my bags by the door. I striped and went straight to my bed falling in as soon as I got to it. It had been a long eventful and fun weekend. One of the best visits home ever. I set my alarm, closed my eyes, and took a nice well deserved and needed nap. —————— Well that brings us to the end of our story. I really hope you all enjoyed it. I loved all the feed back. Feel free to look up my other stories here and look out for more to come. Thanks again!

Group Play Session So I did not intend any of this to happen at this previous late evening/morning lol. I have been talking to a married bi guy for a while and he said he would be able to play last night. I cleaned up and then waited and no response. Sometimes though if something falls through other opportunities open. I slept and woke up very early in the AM. I got hit up by someone who has reached out to me once so far asking if I wanted to play. I figured I already cleaned up earlier and am well rested why not. They gave me their address and I headed over there. They also mentioned they have friends over there. I went over there and the host is an asian guy seemed to be young looking in their 30s with a little facial hair. There were a few other guys over there but they all looked tired and out of it. And there was a big bear guy there. I stripped and the asian guy started sucking my uncut cock. He was a damn good cocksucker and got me hard. This got the attention of the big bear guy that was laying down. He started becoming more alert. I wasn't sure if the asian guy wanted me to fuck him or what he wanted but I was enjoying him sucking my cock. I sat on the bed so I could be more comfortable while the asian guy sucked me. The big bear guy looked over at me and started playing my nipples. I started stroking his cock and he wanted me to suck him. I leaned over and sucked him while the asian guy was sucking my cock. The asian guy started playing with my ass so I bent over the bed and and started sucking the big bear guy. He had a pretty thick cock. And he seemed to like me sucking him he kept grabbing my hair while I was sucking him. I turned around and the asian guy went back to playing my cock. The big bear wanted me to sit on his cock so I straddled his cock and started sinking onto his bear cock with my ass. I was pretty tight too. The asian guy started jerking off a little while watching me ride his bear friend. It was a little hard riding him with the way we were positioned but I was enjoying it. After riding him for a little bit the bear pulled me off him. I figured I was going to suck the asian guy now who was stroking his cock. The big bear had other plans. He grabbed me and put me on all fours. He shoved his raw bear dick back in me and started fucking me. I was tight but his dick was thick and he felt good fucking me. While he was fucking me I saw the asian guy leave the room for a minute. The bear pulled out of me after fucking me for a bit and put me on my back. Then he really started fucking me. He said "You wanted to get fucked by daddy didn't you boy? He said "I'm going to breed you boy.". This was kind of the first time i heard him speak he was very redneck sounding and very hot. He bred me and shot his load and it was a decent sized load. He pulled off me and the asian guy came back. He went back to sucking me for a bit. Then it seemed like some of his friends were leaving. He checked the time and said that he had to go to work in a little bit. He said he enjoyed sucking me and watching his friend fuck me. He said we'll get together another time and play more. He was pretty cool and chill the entire time it was nice. So were the other guys even though only one of them was active in play being the bear guy. I exchanged numbers with the asian guy and the bear guy also wanted my number so I exchanged numbers with both of them. I left and thanked them. Late Night Bookstore Encounter I was pretty fucking horny at this point especially after not cumming in over a week so decided to head to the bookstore. I saw a top online that I played with recently at the baths. He messaged me and said he wanted to play. I saw him at the bookstore but he seemed pre-occupied. Instead I got lucky and went into a booth and saw a cock sticking out. I sucked the man for a little bit and he got hard pretty fast. I must have really been fucking horny because I was moaning constantly sucking him and enjoying it. When he was nice and hard I pulled down my shorts and bent over. I spit on my ass and took his raw cock. I was still a little tight but he seemed to enjoy pumping his raw cock in and out of me. I switched between sucking him and riding his cock. Then I figured that maybe we'd have more fun in the same room. I asked him if he wanted to play in the booth together and he said sure. I left the booth and went over to his side and knocked and he let me in. Now I got a good look at him. He looked younger but had a little rough beard and goatee and a band t-shirt on. He looked pretty hot and somehow hotter that I think he was a little bit younger. We both stripped and I went back to sucking him. Once he was nice and hard I sat on his cock and rode him. He fucked me against the wall of the booth too. I could tell from his moans and sighs that he wanted to cum. He told me to bend over the bench. I did and he started fucking my ass my ass harder and faster. I heard him shout and he shot another load into my already cummy hole. Fucking hot man. He started to get dressed but I noticed he bent over the bench and had his ass in the air a bit longer. He had a nice furry ass too. He asked if I fucked and I told him I do. He said he has only been fucked once and my dick got harder. I spit on my cock and his hole and tried to fuck him. He was so damn tight and I think he was intentionally pushing me out. I got the head in a little and popped it in. He had me take it out. He took a breather and said we can try again. I tried to ease my way in and I was starting to sink in. I think at one point he liked it but he said it's a little too big for him right now. I respected his decision and stopped and pulled out. We exchanged numbers. He said he likes fucking and getting sucked but wants to do more bottoming too. I told him to message me when he wants me to fuck him or play. There wasn't much there after that and guys were clearing out so I left. Playing with the Big Bear from The Group Play I got a message from the bear at the group play that I met him at when I was leaving. He said he wanted to get fucked and liked my dick. I was surprised he wanted to get fucked because he was very dominant and aggressive when he fucked me and had me suck him I loved it. But I was more then happy to fuck him. I went to his place and had asked if I liked kissing. I said I did and we kissed briefly and I played with his nipples. I was surprised he wanted me to suck him but was more then happy to suck him again. He was also getting pretty hard already. While I was sucking him he said he wanted me to fuck him. Was more then happy to and loved seeing him lay on his belly on the bed. I got on top of him and realized his hole was nice and lubed up. I tried to start gentle but he wanted me to fuck him hard. I started thinking back how both tops i've been with recently fuck me. So I pulled out all the way and slammed it back in him. I did this several times and did it with a slightly pause so it wasn't just rapid fucking. He seemed to love this and said fuck me constantly. I don't think I was doing this with quite the aim, power, and accuracy that those two tops have done to me but I have to learn somewhere and somehow. I was enjoying fucking him like this. Especially knowing it wasn't hurting him and he loving it. I tried a few different positions and angles to do this and at one point was standing up. He then asked me to fucking pound his ass. I got on top of him and started fucking him faster and constantly. I knew I wasn't going to last. It's been over a week since i've cum and I needed to shoot my load. I shot my load in him and breed him. He loved it and wanted me to put a toy in him to keep the load up there. I was happy to oblige and put one of his toys in his ass. I looked at the time and saw it was getting late so had to tell him I had to go and he understood. It was a fun and unexpected night. From a group play session at a hosts house, to fun times at the bookstore and then meeting up with one of the guys from the group play. I had a lot of fun. Until next time. Load Count 2 Bred Me: Big bear guy at group play session and hot guy at the bookstore both bred me. Load 1 Load I Bred: Bred the big bear guy at his place after fucking him.

Is that not Esteban? His middle leg is as big and thick as his other two. Normally you don't see him with his shirt off, he's very thin, He's an excellent top, I saw him multiple times through various video companies. I don't know how active he is now, if that is indeed him.

Well bare is simply the best, the feeling, the sound, the look, the potend horny smells. I just love and only fuck bare. If a bottom wants me to rubber up before fucking him I walk away. I never ever have any condoms with me. These are my cock/bare fuck pictures.

I was traveling for work and found myself staying overnight in a roadside motel in a central coast town in Cali. It had easy access from the parking lot. I got checked in, signed onto sniffles and posted that I was hosting at my hotel room. I got immediately hit up by several horny tops that weee finished with work and heading g home. I offered up my throat and ass for them to relieve their balls of sperm. I was prepped and ready, ass up and door ajar. First guy showed up and was a very handsome and tall muscular guy. Superbly hung and passionate kisser. I deep throated him to start, made out and got into position on the bed. We fucked missionary, making out while he deep fucked and bred me. His cock was like a steel pipe and thick. He filled me up with a huge load. Next guy arrived right after and used the first guys load and dumped his load in record time. I was ass up for him, we didn’t make out, but he did pass me poppers while he bred me. That got me so horny and I continued chatting up guys and getting them to stop by and drop their loads. I took several cock and loads. The final loads came from a seriously hot guy. He was both handsome and hung, licked my cum dripping pussy and the. Added his loads. He fucked me three times and drained his balls. He was also passionate at making out. I really had a great time with him. I’ve got to travel back just to ride his cock again.

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

Holy Goodness, what a beauty... 🤤🤤🤤

Here is mine

useless little dick

Whilst I am mostly bottom I sometimes switch (can't be choosey after all!)

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!

Hell yeah, and if we get to the point then it will be great content.

Part 34; Once my punk was done with using and humiliating me he left for a few floors down to the East wing, to his soon to be permanent living quarters, to sleep, now that he had gotten what he wanted. I had been used tonight by multiple beings / entities, and they had all left me; SOILED! I had all kinds of bodily fluids on me and INSIDE me; Spit. Demon-Cum. Piss. And here I was, flying high on tina, NEEDING more use and abuse, with no one to help me. I spent some more time rolling about in and rubbing my Master's filthy, oily fuck fluid all over my body. I also found myself laying on my back, gripping tightly onto the back of my thighs as to spread my legs as wide as I could, and kept repeating over and over; - I irrevocably give my soul to you for eternity, my Dark-Lord. BUT, he wasn't about, so, for now my soul was still mine. I don't know how, but at some point I drifted off to sleep, on my now slippery bedroom floor. All things considered it is not surprising that it was not a deep sleep, but enough to see more of my jumbled up dreams / nightmares. My dreams were frequently flitting between snuggling on the couch with my recently departed boyfriend Richard, and being here at the mansion being spit roasted by two EVIL entities, who were part Human, part Demon, and part Werewolf. But to that part of my jumbled dreams where I was being spit roasted, my beautiful Golden thick curly locks had been shaved off. I didn't like that, as in reality my hair is my thing. I am very proud of it! Yet again I saw in my dreams the Doctor arriving with two sick and frail looking men in wheelchairs with faces I could not make out. Why did this image keep coming to me in my subconscious? My sleep was also very broken as I was frequently waking up, only to drop back off again shortly after. Just before I woke up properly for the final time, I was dreaming that Sir had set up a table and chair by my bedroom window with a huge sumptuous breakfast with his delicious chilled homemade Elder-flower drink. I was eventually woken by Sir who was doing something in my room, walking back and forth to the window, making quite a bit of noise. He was only doing what I had just seen him doing in my dreams. What was going on with my brain!? - C'mon pig. It's 8am. The Doctor will be here to see you in 4 hours. You should eat. Keep your strength up. He was correct. I must eat. And, I was again super ravenous. He picked me up off of the floor, and put me in the chair, where I was faced with my very own mini banquet. I eagerly tucked in, whilst I enjoyed seeing the clear blue sky outside, and the sun rising. Usher was already out and about sorting out some of the overgrown bushes with some makeshift tools. I loved watching him in action doing his passions of his work. After I finished replenishing my nutrient stores I very soon dozed off in my chair. I guess not only was I very hungry, I was pretty sleep deprived too. THEN ... ... I was awoken to a vehicle driving in. I looked out of my window, and watched this black van with blacked out windows park up. And out from the drivers side came a figure in an all white uniform. He went to the back of the van with Usher and Sir joining him. They all seemed to be quite a while back there and I couldn't see everything that was happening. Then this all in white uniform figure was directing his hand gestures towards the main front door to the mansion, and in to my view came Sir & Usher pushing these two very weak and frail looking men in wheelchairs. They were wearing hospital gowns, just like I saw in my dreams. And now I know why I was unable to make out their facial features in my dreams. Firstly they were quite a long way off, plus, they were also wearing oxygen masks. I suddenly became aware again off the tingling of the deep scratch mark across my navel that the D-E-V-I-L 👺 had caused. I looked down at it, and could still see these weird things wriggling inside the wound 🐍🐍. I suddenly became engrossed in this wound, losing my awareness to my surroundings, and where I was. What were they? Their movements seemed to be enhanced due to my belly being so heavily distended. I simply stared and stared, in a complete trance. - So you must be Charlie! I looked up and got quite a fright. This stranger who just walked into my room was very much sinister looking. He really did unnerve me. He was the man from downstairs in the all white uniform. He was wearing white trousers, and a white jacket, with white shirt, black tie, and white shoes. His hair was thin, jet black, and brushed back. His eyes were a very dark brown that they almost looked black, and there seemed to be no life behind them. His face was a pale white, with his cheeks sunken in. He really was frightening me. I froze, and was unable to respond. - I am Doctor Stanis, and am here to sort out what I have been told is a Gono infection, and, give you an examination. I'd like you to sit on the edge of your bed for me so I can take a look. - I cannot move very well. My abdomen is heavily distended. - I see. Well, I am sure you can manage it. I want to see how you move. Goodness. He wasn't even going to help me. I had to somehow lower myself from my chair to the floor, crawl to the side of my bed, and haul myself up. And aside from the pendant around my neck of a reverse pentagram, with a symbol within of my Master's Master, the D-E-V-I-L 👺, I was completely naked. As I crawled along I could tell he was perving over me. I sat on the edge of my bed, and he pulled my foreskin back; - Oh yes, that is a very nasty infection. We'll get that sorted out for you. He cleaned the back of my hand with an alcohol swab, and, IN went a cannula. I wondered why he was doing that if I was only going to be having one shot to clear the infection. I dare not question him. He injected a syringe of medication to clear the Gono infection, and coldly walked out of my room.