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  1. Part 2 I went home that night so nervous. What had I done? The combination of feelings, regret, lust, shame, pure horniness. That was one of the hottest things I had experienced. Did I just get HIV? I tested myself several times over the next couple of weeks. From what I read online, I was sure to get a positive test within 2 weeks if I was infected. Kept testing negative. Considered myself lucky, but couldn't help feeling that something was...wrong. The man at the clinic recommended PreP - I don't know why I said no. About 3 and a half weeks after the original encounter, I got a phone call from Eric. "How are you feeling boy?" "Good, I went to the clinic and I tested negative" A pause, the sound of disappointment. "I have some boxes over here that need moving, and some other things that need worked. Come over this afternoon" - and he hung up. My heart was racing. I knew I had to go. I had never craved a load like that before. * I knocked on the back door, and walked up the stairs. Eric was sitting there at the table, in his underwear, with about 4 bottles of beer empty, and another just being finished. I was amazed at the size of his bulge - he wore those typical white briefs that older men wear, and his were somewhat worn around the crotch. There was a sizeable wet spot on the front of his briefs. "Well, since you know the drill already, we don't need to pretend anymore - unless you want to." I shook my head no. "Good then, to the bathroom, but strip first." He unceremoniously pulled my pants down, and I pulled my shirt over my head. Just wearing underwear and socks. He then pulled me by the band of my underwear to the bathroom. It looked like it needed a good cleaning, both the toilet and the mirror were dirty. "Well, on your knees next to the toilet boy, if you want a better look" As a I got to my knees, I couldn't help but feel his bulge had gotten bigger. He pulled his thick cock through the fly, it was so much meatier than I remember. Not fully hard, but definitely engorged. He shook it a couple of times in front of the toilet, bouncing up and down. I involuntarily opened my mouth. He showed a small smirk on his face. "Open wider boy." I opened my mouth - he took my chin and pushed it down to open my mouth more, and then put his other hand on the back of my neck. He slowly slid his thick cock into my mouth and down my throat. "Good boy, can't reject my piss if I'm already down your throat. Now hold still." He focused for a second, exhaling, his breathing getting short. "I got an idea for a game - you tell me what beer I was drinking based on the taste, and I'll let you cum where I want. But if you guess wrong, I get to cum where I want. Get ready boy, here it comes." I could feel my throat getting full and warm from his heavy stream of piss. I struggled to keep it all down but kept swallowing the best I could. I heard him let loose a sigh of relief, "That's it boy, keep swallowing" - he pulled his cock all the way out, but kept pissing. Pissed about 6 inches away from my mouth - "Woof, what a good urinal, I got a lot of beer piss left in me." He put his cock back all the way down my throat, hand on the back of my neck, and I felt the stream slow and then stop. I looked up at him, mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, for approval. He gently nodded, then pulled all the way out, wet cock dangling in front of my face. "Good boy, you have improved since last time. Now tell me, what beer was I drinking?" I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't even think about his game. I tried to remember what was on the bottle. I thought for a bit, and then spoke: "Bud Light?" "Wrong, Bud heavy." He pulled his cock all the way out of his underwear this time. His huge balls dangling with an obvious weight to them, and his wet cock sitting on top, complemented by a thick, reddish bush. "Feel my balls boy" - he brought his hand to his balls, "Last chance to back out before I drain them in you." My mind raced, did I really want this badly enough to get HIV? Why didn't I just get PreP at the clinic? Apparently I took too long thinking, because he said "Good boy, now get up and go get on the horse." He walked me over to another room with dim lighting in the center, to what looked like a gymnastics pommel horse at the center of the room, but with 2 levels - all black leather. "There you go, ass up in the air boy. Your ass goes here at the edge, and your knees go here on the lower level, and then your hands go here at the front." I nervously and shakily got up on the "horse" - and once my knees were in position, he locked some straps around my thighs. Then he locked some straps around my wrists at the front. "There you go, I knew you would come back for this thick, creamy load. Don't want you changing your mind, or thinking you are gonna go somewhere soon." He pushed down on my lower back to arch it, and I felt my hole getting more exposed to the open air. "Whewww, forgot how beautiful this nice pink hole looks. I told you it was nice, right Frank?" A different voice, from the corner of the room responded, "Let me get a closer look to be sure". A man seemingly appeared from the shadows in the corner of the room, walked over to me from the front. Blue jeans, t-shirt, biker vest. Full gray bears, skinny, almost gaunt, but with a belly on him. His face looked somewhat gaunt, but not sick, cheekbones sitting high and proud. I was scared, I struggled against the restraints. He walked past me, putting his hand on my shoulder, down my back, and to my ass. He then got down on his knees with his face at eye level with my ass. Eric pushed on my lower back again to arch it, and then Frank pulled my cheeks apart. "Man, are you sure he isn't a virgin? Haven't seen tight pink pussy like this in years." He immediately dove in, and I felt his beard on my ass, and his tongue pushing his way into my hole, forcefully. I moaned, almost involuntarily. "That's it Frank, get him nice and ready", said Eric. I could see him getting hard, quickly. He walked over to my face, his dick bouncing on his huge balls. He shoved his cock in my mouth, all the way to the base, I could barely take it. "That's it boy, suck it. See last time apparently my swimmers didn't take, so I brought over the only person I know who has a higher viral load than me to help finish the job. I'm gonna make sure that ass is converted tonight boy." Between the intense, wet pressure of Frank's tongue on my ass, and Eric's cock filling my throat completely, and my wrists and knees bound to this black leather table, I found myself with tears coming down my face. Eric saw, and stopped fucking my throat, and pulled out with the tip of his cock about an inch away from my lips. "Aw don't do that boy, crying won't do you any good. If you can't keep sucking my cock, then I'll assume your ass is good and ready for it." Frank stopped licking my hole and let out a low grunt, as he got up - "he's ready for it. He's tight, but he'll stretch." Eric walked around me and traded places with Frank. I could feel Eric lubing up my hole, as Frank took off his shirt and jeans. "Both Frank and I have been saving up a load for a week to get ready for this. Need a thick load to coat the walls of your pussy so our swimmers have a...lasting effect. I've also been edging my cock for the last hour or so". I felt Eric push at my hole with his cockhead - not being able to see what was going on made it so much more exciting and scary this time. He pushed with a good amount of force, I felt a huge pressure, but it didn't give and slide in. Frank lifted a small brown bottle to my nose and covered one of my nostrils. He brought his bulge right next to my face. "Inhale, boy". A moment after I started to inhale deeply, Eric pushed again - same result. "Inhale again". This time Eric pushed down on the small of my back, and put one of his legs up where my thigh was on the "horse" for better leverage, and then pushed harder on my hole. I felt my hole dilate, and then he suddenly slid all the way down to the base of his cock. I screamed out in pain. He firmly had one hand on my shoulder, and the other hand on my hip, not moving, but squarely holding my ass down on his big cock, giving me time to adjust. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass. "Hot ass boy, love feeling a tight, wet pussy gripping my meat. Really gets me in the mood for getting you pregnant." He slowly started to pull out and pump in and out. Frank, pulled his cock out of his underwear. Not as big as Eric's - uncut, and with a decent set of balls. I felt a wave of, locker-room smell, for lack of a better word, hit my nostrils. "Lick my balls boy. I haven't showered for 2 days - since you're still in high school, I wanted you to find out what a real mans balls smell like. This is what a man smells like who impregnates girls like you. Feel how heavy they are with your tongue, I got a big load saved up for you boy. And my sperm is strong, it always takes hold." The constant pumping from the back, the fullness of my ass with Eric's cock, and the strong smells from the front had me overwhelmed again. I struggled, and tightened. Eric grunted, "Boy you're gonna get me close if you keep doing that, You know I like it a little wild." I cried out, "Please don't cum in my ass sir, I'll do anything, I'm not on PreP." Eric started laughing back, "Good, I knew you wouldn't be boy, music to my ears. Unfortunately, you lost our little beer game, so this load is going so far up your ass, you're gonna taste it. You're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result at the doctor boy." Eric started picking up the pace, fucking deeply but not quite bottoming out on my ass. Frank was frustrated that I stopped licking his balls to cry out. "Ready for the main course, eh?" He pulled his foreskin back, and then put his cockhead in my mouth. I heard a grunt of pleasure before he started fucking my mouth. Eric was obviously turned on by this, "I thought I'd last longer on my first load boy, but I hope you're ready for me to flood your guts." I cried out and shook my head no, which was difficult with the cock in my mouth. He started to pump fast, bottoming out all the way on my ass, going all the way in with shorter, harder strokes. The sound of my ass clapping with each thrust. "Because, *CLAP*, here, *CLAP*, it, *CLAP*, COMES!" He grabbed my shoulder again to hold me down on his cock forcefully, I couldn't move. Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling and throbbing like never before. I felt such an intense pressure, as he unloaded his full balls in me. I could actually feel the jets of cum a couple of times, before it subsided. Frank stopped fucking my mouth to watch, and got very hard in my mouth. "Squeeze that tight pussy on my cock boy, you're gonna get every drop." I did as I was told, tears still running down my face, I squeezed, as he slowly pulled his cock out. "That's it boy - every drop - you earned it." As the head of his cock popped out, I felt a liquid running down my leg. Eric rushed to scoop it up and push some back inside. "Good boy, can't have you wasting my gift, can we?" Frank grunted in a low tone, "my turn." Frank and Eric swapped positions again, Eric still breathing hard. "Clean me up boy", said Eric, as he put his glistening cock in front of my face. I took it into my mouth, and could taste all of the cum, and my ass. That was my first time tasting my own ass. Frank lifted my ass up, and pulled my cock back so it was pointing straight downwards over the edge of the "horse". "Well that's a lot of precum on that leather boy, looks like someone is having fun!" He took some of the cum, and some of the lube, and started rubbing my cock up and down with one hand, while teasing my hole with his cock head. "I'm gonna make you cum first boy, so you're sober when you feel my load flooding your hole. Don't want you enjoying my gift too much. My balls might not look as big as Eric's, but you're gonna find out how big my load is soon enough." He started putting pressure on my hole with his cock head, while swirling his lubed, semi-rough hand around my cock. Eric spoke up after I had cleaned him, "Wait a minute, I want to taste the last neg load from this boy." Eric came around, and right as he took my cock into his mouth, Frank pushed and slid all the way into my ass in one motion. I couldn't help it, I started cumming immediately, harder than I ever had before, filling Eric's mouth. Frank reacted with excitement, "Oh fuck yeah boy, I can feel you clamping down on my thick cock, keep gripping it boy" He hurriedly started thrusting, his cadence and his breath shortening. "Aw fuck it's like churning butter in here, just the way I like it, I love a sloppy hole." He started slamming my ass, which now started to hurt more than before - I think since I had came, the pain now outweighed the pleasure. "Eric, give him some poppers, I want him loose when I breed him." Eric came around and put the bottle under my nose. I inhaled, and could feel myself dilating again. "Aw fuck that's it, love that loose sloppy hole. Nice and ready, beat up for my toxic sperm to take hold. Here it comes boy!" I could feel him releasing as he kept fucking, a warm fullness, and a huge sense of pressure as my ass was filled. He pumped 3 or 4 more times, and then rested with his cock all the way in my ass. "I always get girls like you pregnant the first time, I have potent sperm boy, you'll see." He slid out, and walked over to the front, and I saw both him and Eric looking down at me and smiling. "Now, you look pretty comfortable in there, so we are gonna leave you there until we are ready for round 2." * End of Part 2.
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  3. I never thought that I could be fucked so quickly, and almost without talking. I usually don't use the lift where I live, but after working out and biking home I was just exhausted, so I entered the lift. Inside an elderly gentleman was waiting, late 60s, gray hair, in a coat carryingan umbrella. He stood behind me, and when the doors closer I could feel the handle in my buttcrack - I was wearing lycra biker shorts. I gasped but pressed against it. Soon a hand pinched my nipple and he said I should follow him. I was leaking precum by then. we got off, he led me into his flat. I was so ready for cock and so tired I could barely walk. He laughed, openedhis trousers and started to skullfuck me. His cock was quite big, bigger than any dildo I have used. I had problems taking it all, gagged, cried a bit, but he was telling me that I was a little whore who needed real cock....he read my mind. after a while he more or less dragged me into his bedroom, told me to take off my shorts and lean over the bed. he fingered me (leaking more precum), lubed my boicunt, and the the fucking unbearabley painful feeling of being impaled on a real daddy cock. He stuffed my mouth, I suppose I screamed stop, but he just slowly pressed his cock inside me and told me to accept it. after a while, with him lying on my back, I could feel his chest hair, and whispering that this was what I had come for, he started to fuck me slowly, then turned me over, put my legs on his shoulders and really made me into the whimpering little cumslut I am. after a few minuted, he got tense, I could feel his sperm insde me, he pulled out. wiped his cock on my sheet. got dressed an left. I got into the shower and could feel hus cum dripping out of me
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  4. Wednesday morning I got a text from my poz bbc top I've been playing with and he asked me if I was in the mood to fuck. Lol I told him I'm always down to take his big thick poz cock. He mentioned he had a buddy that wanted to rearrange my insides. Less than a half hour later I was face down ass up getting fucked by 2 thick poz black cocks. They tore me up. Both gave me 3 or 4 big loads. They left me worn out dripping cum.
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  5. For my 40th birthday as a gift my (then) partner arranged a surprise group breeding, him + a couple we were friends with + they brought a friend I'd never met before. I was super depressed about the milestone birthday but that cheered me right up! The four of them took turns using my hole for most of afternoon, with the occasional catnap.
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  6. Unexpected good stuff and the guy unloaded two healthy juice. Young tall, lean with good look Chinese mixed dropped me a message and within 30 minutes, he arrived with a dominant vibe and I was more than ready to be filled. The cock looks enormous compared to his lean body. 5 minutes of nursing his cock and balls, he flipped me on all fours and with quick thrusted, I had it all. Jackhammering and slamming my butt, he exploded in 5 minutes. He withdrew and I quickly turned around to suck the remain juice. He let me played with his smooth silky body and once his cock firmed up, I suck hard until it fully hard. Backup myself, and held my legs up, he followed me suit and jabbed my dilated hole with delight. 15 minutes of long stroking, sweating, he unloaded another healthy seeds..... very satisfied afternoon......and need to try more Asian top....
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  7. Chapter 17: I Don’t Know Why the Caged Bird Screams Quarantine Camp. Building 4, Hot Labs. 13:18 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The air in the lab was sterile as the hum whine of filtration units in the mobile hot lab droned on, only broken up by the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Tex adjusted the focus of the electron microscope, bleary-eyed after looking at yet another sample before finally he let out a triumphant yell. On the screen, floating around in rapid speed was what he was looking for: a random, almost alien-looking virus particle, darting around with alarming speed, infecting each cell. “Gotcha, you slimy little bug,” he said, grinning, watching in almost awe at how fast it was moving and replicating. Behind him, several test tubes continued to spin in the centrifuge with a low whir. Getting up and stretching, he wished he wasn’t still in the safety suit, groaning as his spine let out several pops. The computer beside him let out a loud beep and he rushed over, reading the various red flags on the rapid sequencer, grabbing his laptop and beginning to type. Sample: Patient 1-B, Matrix: Plasma (EDTA) Interpretation: - Lentivirus backbone (HIV-1–like). Inserted polymerase gene and regulatory motifs resembling Marburg virus. No known reference match; highly unusual recombinant event. Phenotypic characteristics unknown; pathogenic potential unclear. Suggested Action: - Forward to BSL-4 reference laboratory? Restrict sample handling; trigger biohazard alert? Exhausted and ready for a break, he trudged over to the antechamber, quickly sterilizing and doffing his equipment, intent on getting some food in him. After several minutes, he was done and walked over to his makeshift workspace, looking through several of the printouts. As Tex further recorded his findings, an approaching commotion was heard. Turning around to see what it was, Tex silently stood as he watched a sick-looking man in a white labcoat and paper face mask being guided into the room, his hands gloved in sterile white latex. “Guided” wasn’t quite the word for it - it was more of an escorting by two armed military grunts as they walked behind him. “Take your damn guns off me,” the sick man spat. “I gave you my word I won’t attempt to escape.” “For the last time, Doctor Grant, it’s Krell’s orders,” one of the grunts said. “This is where you’ll be working. I suggest you make yourself comfortable.” “They fired my ass, I don’t need to be here. I don't know anything about this project!” The same grunt raised his weapon at the doctor. “Now. We won’t tell you again.” Dr. Grant just stared at them, silently resentful. “All right already,” he said quietly. “Just… please lower your guns, and leave a sick grieving man in peace.” The grunt lowered his firearm, and left with the other one, wordlessly. So this is Doctor Grant… Tex thought. I wonder what Eli was able to get out of him. Tex cheerfully closed the distance between himself and Dr. Grant, and extended his hand in greeting. “Howdy! So this is the famous Doctor Clark Grant I’ve been hearing so much about. Pleased to meet you, I’m Lieutenant Tobias Vahn,” he said, laying on the Texan accent in hopes of disarming Dr. Grant. “I’m a virologist and —” Dr. Grant gave a helpless stare at Tex’s outstretched hand, and finally raised his eyes to meet Tex’s. “Let me save you some trouble - I’m not here to make friends. Helixion fired me, and I don’t know anything about this project, and I’m not interested in meeting new people. I just want to go home and be sick.” Tex stood blinking in astonishment, and let his hand fall back to his side. “Well. It seems to me you're stuck here regardless of your personal feelings, and I could use another set of hands. At least let me show you what we’ve been working on and get you up to speed. Your insight as a doctor will be valuable to me.” Tex returned to his workspace, and with a light gesture, he motioned for Dr. Grant to follow. Dr. Grant gave him a flat look, but said nothing. “I went ahead and ran a fell cell culture and electron microscopy in the hot lab, as you can see here in my research. Personally, I have no idea what this could be. At first you can see that it vaguely resembles a lentivirus, but… when I ran it through the NGS, it… well, it doesn’t really make sense. It’s popping up all sorts of things, like SIVcpz, HIV-1 group M, but here’s the weird part. See the RNA polymerase? It’s more filovirus-like.” “This is quite the nasty bug,” Tex concluded. “All sorts of shit that I have never seen before in any labs or simulations. I thought you guys only ran a BSL-3 here tops?” “Yes, but we’re in the works for getting BSL-4 certification on one of our new labs,” Dr. Grant answered with disinterest, his eyes not really focused on one particular thing. “This is likely an emerging disease, not from here. It could completely change the world if it got out of control.” “Just a boatload of things that shouldn’t ordinarily be in here, but there they are.” Tex peered again down at the screen to marvel at the sample one more time. After a few seconds, he said without looking up, “These buggers are admirably adapted to hijacking the human immune system. I mean look at this thing. It’s definitely spherical with an enveloped dense core, but it also has these filamentous parts here like Marburg or Ebola… I truly don’t know what to make of it. So I want to try something out of left field here. Let’s run an Elisa and Western Blot to be sure it's not a false positive for HIV in the sequencer. See if we have any antibodies we can look into.” Dr. Grant hesitated before answering. “That would be a waste of time. We didn’t work with HIV in this project.” Tex processed the declaration, and then turned to look into Dr. Grant’s face. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything about what was going on here.” Dr. Grant froze up, realizing he just got caught in a lie. He fumbled to respond and said, “I… I just don’t think that’s what this is. That’s so basic, and viruses just don’t work that way.” “I think you’re wrong,” Tex answered firmly. “This bug has been spread almost entirely by sexual contact with a patient, and it changes the body so rapidly and drastically. I think that classifies it as a sexually transmitted infection.” “Sexually … transmitted…” Dr. Grant let the words trail off feebly. How the fuck does he know that? “So how can you know what not to look for, Dr. Grant?” Tex removed his latex gloves with a loud snap. “Read my notes so far, and do a little observation for yourself, doctor. You’ll see I’m right. I’m going to go find something to eat. I’m starved. Can’t wage war on an empty stomach!” Dr. Grant could only scowl as he watched Tex pitch his gloves into a receptacle bin and exit the room. —---------- Meanwhile, in a containment room “Are all the seals in place?” “Yes, General.” “Good. Proceed.” While all four patients were sedated, General Krell had them removed from their individual containments and placed into the same space together. Jack and Beau had been placed on one side while Zero and the smiler were on the other. All were completely undressed and without the support of any machines or wires or tubes, and could freely move about the large chamber. But they were not free to leave - Krell had insisted that they all remain behind glass, and for the safety of all the medical staff and security, all the personnel would keep at a distance for observation behind their own protective glass. He had previously considered watching from the safety of a secure office on a monitor, but morbid curiosity made him want to see the action in person. Jack was the first to awaken. He sat up slowly, his head throbbing from too much medication and the exhaustion of the past week as well as being severely malnourished. His vision was unfocused, and he wiped his face several times before he realized he was still in a glass chamber. Only this wasn’t his own isolated space - he was now sharing one with three other bodies. His heart jumped in terror when he recognized the sleeping form of a smiler just on the other side of the chamber, along with a short muscular man who was also just coming out of his sedation. His face was familiar, but Jack couldn’t place where he’d seen it before. In the fluorescent light of the chamber, the features were likely to be distorted somewhat. It wasn’t the lighting that made Zero look so alien - his conversion had completed, and he now resembled the other smilers. Turning to his opposite side, Jack observed the guard from last night lying next to him; he was sweating profusely. Beau was in mid-transformation, but appeared to be stuck at one stage of the development as if his body was fighting what was happening to him. Jack recoiled in horror, and scurried backwards until he found a wall. A voice suddenly boomed in the chamber. “You’re finally awake,” Krell’s voice intoned. The sound caused the others to awaken and take in their new surroundings. “NO!” Jack screamed. “NO! You can’t make me one of them! Don’t do this to me! I can’t stand it! Please don’t slime me anymore!” He covered his face with his hands. — Zero sat up groggily. “Wwwwhere ammmm Iiiii…?” As his vision came into focus, he could see other bodies moving near him, and the intense vocaliziation of Jack grated on his ears. “Shut up already!” Zero yelled, his voice almost a growl as he covered his ears and shut his eyes. Then he realized he had been stripped down to nothing, and his whole body looked and felt different. The skin had turned to the sickly shade of grey, the muscles were greatly defined, and Zero could only imagine what his face looked like. He examined his right arm, and found the puncture spot where Krell had injected him hours earlier. I’ve been made one of them, he realized. Krell did this. That unimaginable bastard. The smiler next to him awoke, and began moving its limbs. It appeared to be disoriented, as if it had suffered a great injury recently, and quickly checked itself for signs of damage to the physical body. It was then he turned to his left, and saw Zero - he recognized a new brother and grinned evilly. Then it turned its attention to Jack. There. One who isn’t afflicted. Wait, that’s…! The smiler turned back to Zero, who was looking to him for guidance. “No. Do not go to him. That one is off limits.” Zero cocked his head to the side, wondering greatly what the smiler meant, and why he should keep distance from Jack. Meanwhile, Jack was keeping his back as close to the wall as possible, and curled himself up into a ball as much as he could, quaking with fear and dreadful anticipation. Beau remained almost paralyzed on the hard floor of the chamber. The harsh lights hurt his eyes, and he felt like he could retch any second. Breathing had become labored, and the most he could do was watch as Zero and the smiler came ever closer to him in a hazy vision. The unnamed smiler came to one side of Beau, and Zero on the other, both on their knees as they moved toward him. The smiler took one look at Beau, and recognized him as the man he tried to convert last night. But the transformation hadn’t taken hold completely - Beau’s system was fighting it, and it looked like it was quite a fight. His body was covered from head to toe in sweat, and his eyes were dilated. “Please don’t kill me,” Beau managed to squeak out. “Want to live. See… my family.” Zero looked into Beau’s face, and then to his companion with alarm. “You won’t die,” the smiler whispered to him. “It hurts at first, but once you give in, it will all be worth it.” The unnamed smiler, being the more experienced in the chamber, took charge. “You, newbie. Spit in his face.” “Huh?” Zero didn’t understand the instruction. “We have to sedate him so he doesn’t fight us.” Zero didn’t fully understand, but hocked back, and spat an impressive loogie on Beau’s face. It landed on his right cheek, and wasn’t quite what he anticipated. Instinctively, Zero raised his hand, and gently smeared it around Beau’s face. Beau resisted, but in his weakened state, the resistance was over before it began. Already his face was flushed, and the toxins from Zero’s spit began their processes. “Hit him again.” Zero raised his hand again, misunderstanding the order, and made to smack Beau in the face with his fist, but the smiler stopped his hand. “No. More spit. You didn’t use enough.” Zero lowered his hand slowly. This time, Zero positioned his head over Beau, and drooled a thin sheet of saliva over him, completely coating his head. “Very good. Now… where were we?” Krell’s voice rang again in the chamber. “No! One of you on each man!” Zero and the smiler both looked at Jack, who was still curled up in the fetal position, and trying to protect himself. Then Zero returned to look at the smiler companion, puzzled. “Why can’t we touch him?” “Boss’s orders,” the smiler answered. “Besides, he smells off. And we have unfinished business with this one here.” Slowly the two began to strip Beau as naked as they were, Zero’s heart pounding with dread and excitement. His now much larger cock plumped and the veins took on a more blacking appearance as the smiler egged him on verbally to start sucking Beau’s quickly hardening cock. The smiler straddled himself atop Beau. In one solid motion, the smiler buried his black-skinned cock deep into the man’s ass, making Beau groan in pain and pleasure, immediately slamming hard and fast into the warm wet hole, his cock leaking brackish black cum into their victim. Zero could taste the cum on his tongue, hungrily sucking the leaking cock at first with dread and then earnest, getting a close up view of the smiler’s cock slamming hard and fast into the man’s ass. Zero could swear he could see as the skin around the man’s lower half continued to take on a grey pallor, spreading fast first to his lower abdomen and to the tips of his fingers as cum began to drip out of the ruined hole. Suddenly, the smiler grunted, the flow of cum being too much for the man’s now completely wrecked hole, thick black laced cum squirting out with each hard slam. Satisfied, the smiler slowly pulled out as several more drops splattered on the floor. “Your turn now,” it said happily, wrapping its clawed hand on Zero’s head and pulling him away, the taste of cum still on his lips. Now excited, Zero slowly positioned himself so his cock pointed at the man’s hole as well, plunging deep in the warm, soaking wet hole and followed suit. The feeling was divine to Zero, each thrust making his entire body shudder with pleasure as his felt his cock slowly dribble cum out as well while he fucked the man’s ass, each thrust making Beau gasp wantonly. After several minutes, Zero could no longer hold back, adding his own tainted cum to the mix with a satisfied groan, watching as Beau finally shot his load across the metal floor, the smiler licking it up like it was a pool of spilled ice cream. “Good. My turn again.” the smiler growled, switching positions with Zero and beginning the process again. — As the infected specimens shared their DNA with Beau, Krell’s impatience was mounting. He slammed his fist into his open palm, frustrated. “Damn it, why won’t they go near him?” He continued to watch Beau get pummeled and pounded by the smiler and Zero with a strange fascination. He knew what he was seeing was wrong and unholy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the action. Krell scowled, and pursed his lips tightly. He also looked back at Jack from time to time, and Jack had hurriedly moved himself to the farthest corner from the debauchery that his chambermates were revelling in. Krell turned to a nearby guard. “Soldier, go in there, and extract Blaine. Leave the others alone.” “Sir? Are you sure that’s wise? I mean… uh… this is pretty fucked up sir…” “Don’t question me. Just do it. You're authorized to use lethal force if necessary to protect yourself, soldier. You’ll be fine with the hazmat suit on.” The guard hesitated, and made every attempt to keep his gaze on Jack. He didn’t want the images of men and monsters copulating to be burned into his memory. Then, he made the snap decision to approach the chamber as quickly as possible. Get in, grab the subject, and get out. Easy peasy. You can do it. Just don’t look over there. A buzzer sounded, and the guard pulled the chamber door open enough to get inside. He rushed instantly to Jack, and pulled him to his feet. “Come on, I’ve got you. We’re gonna take you away from this,” he said in a whisper only Jack could hear. Jack didn’t fight him, but nodded rapidly. The guard held Jack in two hands, and swiftly guided him out of the chamber. Please please please don’t let them see us, the guard silently prayed. As soon as they were through the door, he heard it shut behind him with a loud woosh sound, and the sinful three-way fucking didn’t miss a beat. They never even noticed the extraction. “Take him back to holding,” Krell’s voice said from somewhere. The guard escorted the sobbing, grateful Jack from the room as the unnamed smiler shot a volley of corrupted spunk into Beau’s rectum. Another man in plainclothes approached Krell. “Sir? We’ve found the server inside Building 3.” Krell inhaled slowly. “What did you find out?” “Nothing, sir. It’s been completely destroyed. We can’t get anything off it.” Krell grunted, his frustration mounting. “God fucking dammit. Let’s go to my office. Rios?” A young nearby guard snapped to attention. “General?” “Let the specimens continue their mating. I want a full report within the hour.” —------ Quarantine Camp. Mess Hall. 15:06 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. Tex stuffed the last forkful of the catered chicken/potato casserole into his mouth, and chewed greedily. Army rations had never been as good as this meal, and Tex was sorry to see it end. He let out a satisfying sigh, placed the plastic spork on the tray, and wiped his mouth with the paper napkin. Damn, I must have been starving! Breakfast didn’t stick with me one bit. Gulping the last of the water from the paper cup, Tex stood up from his seat, and picked up his tray. After disposing of his refuse, Tex wiped his hands against each other, and proceeded to return to the hot labs. He suddenly remembered the phone in his pocket, and took it out to read Elias’s message from earlier in the day. They took Dr. Grant. Got out before they arrived. They’re coming back now. I’m going back home. Tex let out a silent sigh of relief. Then he started a new message to Elias. Found Zero. He’s alive, but in quarantine. Jack and another guy are in separate isolation. Grant has arrived, and he’s completely ignorant of the whole affair. I don’t like him. You didn’t say he was sick. What did you learn from him? After hitting send, he remembered the video. He started another message, and attached his earlier recording. Given the quality of the phone, it could be a while before it uploads and sends, so we’ll just… Tex thought. He hit send, and replaced it in his labcoat pocket, hoping it would do its thing while he kept working. As he strode back to the hot labs, he heard Dr. Grant yelling at someone, but the voice wasn’t coming from the labs. “I don’t give a damn what you appreciate, Mr. Blaine! You caused his death, treated me like shit, and then you had the gall to steal my research and fired me after you got the recognition for your stupid projects! You’re the lowest, and you have no idea what you are messing with! You’ve seen, firsthand, what you’ve sown.” Tex kept as quiet as possible as he listened to their argument with his ear pressed to the door. “I made a mistake, all right? Please get me out of here!” Jack pleaded. “I swear I’ll be good. I can’t take the monsters anymore. They’re out of control.” “Because you unleashed them. You brought this on yourself.” “They don’t like me very much,” Jack cried. “All they do is spit on me, and chase me around, and fuck each other like a bunch of dirty homo sickos. It has to stop!” “You call us gays that, and expect me to help you? Do you not have a heart! Do you not have a soul!!”” Dr. Grant roared by the end of his speech. “I’ll do anything, I just don’t want to be in that glass room again —” “I don’t care what you want,” Dr. Grant interrupted. “Can you bring him back? Did you approve the trials that could save his life? Nope, didn’t think so! You danced with the devil, and now you’re paying the price. Everything here is your doing. You set all this in motion, and these people here – some of whom are “dirty homos” as you so kindly refer to us – are stuck cleaning it up.” Jack processed this realization, and then began furiously beating on the glass, producing only dull thuds as it held against his blows. “Let me out, you sick faggot bastard! Let me out NOOOOOOWWWWW!” Jack screamed. “Don’t you DARE call me that! You are the one who is a sick fucking bastard, and if you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll come in there, and shut it for you. Not even your clueless dad can save you from my wrath, you bigoted piece of shit!” Tex heard a loud hacking cough, presumably from Dr. Grant. Then a pause, and Tex heard nothing more for a minute that seemed like an eternity. A roll of thunder suddenly rumbled out of nowhere. “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Blaine,” Dr. Grant continued quietly, “you may have got all the credit, and a nice bonus, and your super soldiers, but you still don’t get it. I’m not letting you out of a prison of your own design. You don’t deserve to be among decent people.” The voices stopped completely, and Tex could hear footsteps approaching his position, so he bolted in the direction he came from, hoping he wouldn’t be observed in his flight. Dr. Grant emerged from the room alone, and looked down both corridors of the hall to see if anyone was nearby. Seeing no one, he ran one hand over his hair, snorted loudly through his nostrils, and silently moved through the corridor with angry footsteps. —----- Quarantine Camp. Containment Room. 15:20 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Slow, careful footsteps approached the glass chamber holding Beau, Zero, and the third smiler. Their activities had ceased; all three lay on the floor, panting for air. Zero and Beau had fully converted, and they were just now lying comatose, sprawled out on the floor in the afterglow of wild sex. The lights were low, and all the soldiers and Krell had abandoned the space. A gloved hand went to the numerical keypad, and after the correct sequence had been entered, the device beeped cheerfully. The door made a familiar woosh sound as it opened, and sterilized air escaped. Zero and the other smiler were on their feet and at the door in an instant. “Go rejoin the others. No stops on the way, not even for recruitment. It’s going to rain, so you’ll be safe from the sun’s rays. But move fast, and stick to cover. Kill anyone who gets in your way.” Their liberator stepped away from the door as Zero and the smiler roused Beau from his blissful state. As they made to exit the chamber, the voice came again. “Wait. We have one more thing to do before leaving.” —--- Quarantine Camp. Krell’s office. 16:02 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “What do you MEAN “they escaped”?! They were in a secure holding cell!”, Krell screamed at the top of his lungs. “We found blood at the scene, sir.” “Whose is it?” “Tests show it came from Jack Blaine.” “Bring him to me.” “He’s missing, too, General. And his guard.”
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  8. I turned 65 last month. The yound stud who's fucking me a few times a week brought a friend to "celebrate". He does that sometimes but this time they paid special attention. Celebrate they certainly did haha!! They kept my hole busy for two hours!! Fuck I love sex!!
    3 points
  9. Ethan is so hot. His thick cock will stretch a hole good and get it prepped good for his awesome load. The tattoo looks so good. I want his load in my ass.
    3 points
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  11. in my experience, faggots need to feel used sexually. There’s almost an element of bondage in it but it’s not quite bondage. Most faggots do not like pain, but they appear to accept it joyfully if that’s what their Alpha wants. What they really care about is the load inside them, rough, painful, short, slow or quick, punches or strokes. All taken. All accepted. As long as the load gets deposited deep inside them. If you’re one of these faggots or have a solid theory about it, why do you think faggots are like this?
    2 points
  12. I’m Brandon and I cant believe the night I just had. I would never in a million years would have thought that I’d get caught with my boyfriend by my step dad. I never thought that what came after that would happen to me but it did. It’s still a bit foggy to me but I’ll try to recall it as best as I can. This evening started off chill as fuck. My mom was out of town for the weekend and my stepdad Nick was going to be out for the night. I had invited my best friend Jan over to hang out and stay the night. My family did not know he was my boyfriend; although they might suspect since we are pretty much joined at the hip. Since we had the house to ourselves, we were taking the opportunity to take our relationship to the next level. We’d sucked each other off a couple times but tonight I wanted him to pop my cherry. Everything was going alright. Just the right amount of awkwardness for a first time. I sucked off him 6 inch cut dick and he sucked on my 7 inch cut dick. He had just turned my over and started to eat my hole out when my room door opened. We both turned to see my stepdad standing in the doorway. He was standing there speechless. Jan and I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. It took us a moment before we realized we were butt naked and dashed for our respective piles of clothes. I couldn’t find my underwear and just pulled up my mesh shorts when my stepdad broke the silence. N: I think Jan should probably head home. You can see him out and then come find me in the basement. Jan and I practically ran to the front door. I kissed him goodbye as he wished me good awkward talk with my stepdad. We both chuckled. I shut the door. I paused for a moment before going to the basement. I had just thrown on my shorts, everything else was still on my bedroom floor. I better not keep my stepdad waiting. As I walked toward the basement steps, I paused. I had never been allowed to go into the basement. It was officially a “love resort” for my mom and Nick. I was really curious to see it afterall. As I reached the door at the bottom of the stairs, I knocked and waited for the reply. Nick called me in. I opened the door and was shocked to see that it was a master bedroom of sorts in the basement. A huge bed with a long ottoman in front of it. Nick was sitting on the ottoman and gestured for me to join him right next to wear he was seated. As I walked up my eyes wandered and caught sight of a sex sling. This was the first time I had really thought of my mom and Nick fucking in the house. The thought lingered and would not go away. I wasn’t one of those gay boys that were disgusted with the thought of women. They just didn’t do anything for me in that way. A second thought of good for my mom replaced the first thought. It was good that she had a healthy sex life, afterall, I was trying to have the same. I sat next to Nick and the air filled with awkward silence for a moment. It was Nick that broke the silence. N: Well that just happened. We both had a laugh at that. Nick pulled up 2 glasses from the floor. It looked dark with carbonation like a soda. I took the peace-offering and took a gulp. It had a … lets say interesting taste. Nick said it was a rum and coke. I had never drank alcohol so I just assumed that he was right. N: An adult drink for 2 adults talking about adult things. This caught me off guard a moment. I had just turned 18 a week prior and was not used to thinking of myself as an adult quite yet. I took another gulp of my drink. Nick did his best to disarm the situation by making some small talk but there was something in the atmosphere that wouldn’t go away. Finally after some time I got direct. B: Are you going to tell my mom about what you saw me and Jan doing? N: I don’t know. Are you going to tell your mom what you and Jan were doing? B: Fuck no. My mom and I are close but not that close. She doesn’t need to know when I’ve sucked a dick or got a tongue up my ass. As the words escaped my mouth I was taken back by my directness. I was felling more comfortable by the minute and had no clue as to why. Yes, warm and comfortable. I was actually starting to get warm to wear I was glad I was shirtless. I started to fan myself with my hand. This caught the attention of Nick. N: yes, I think its getting warm down here too. Nick pulls off his shirt revealing a man’s chest. I usually liked smoother guys but I was digging Nicks chest hair. And then I caught myself staring down his happy trail to a nice latino bulge. I shot my gaze up and hoped he didn’t catch me checking out his goods. He continued talking like nothing had happened. I was releaved. N: To answer your question, no. I will not tell your mom I caught you in an intimate moment with your “friend”. He smirked and the sight of him smirking made my dick twitch a bit. N: I have a late birthday gift for you. I know you are a pot smoker but I have some stuff that me and your mom like to smoke from time to time. I think it would be the perfect bonding experience for us. Nick pulled out a bubbler with a round bulb at the end. It had a white residue in the bulb but other than that, it looked like a regular weed bubbler. He held it out for me to put my mouth on. I was totally taken back by this development but did not want to get on his bad side so I put my mouth up to the mouth piece. A flick of a lighter and I was taking my first hit of whatever this was. He told me to hold the smoke in for 3 to 5 seconds. When I finally released I blew out a small cloud. Whatever this was, it was definitely not weed. Nick motioned for me to take another hit so I obliged and took a bigger hit. A second cloud escaped my mouth. I got light headed but in a good way. B: wow, what’s that stuff? N: oh this is just a bit of Tina. I can tell you like it. Just like your mom. Feels way better than weed right? B: Yeah, way better. Can I take another hit? N: Go ahead and finish the bowl. Nick pulled out a torch and this time continued to bob the flame on the bulb. This allowed me to take bigger hits. 3 or 4 huge clouds later, the bowl was done and I was feeling great. N: Good, now that you’re feeling good, we can really talk. I just want to make sure you know what you and your friend are doing or what you are trying to do. I assume that since you talked about dick you have already sucked him off. I nodded silently. N: Has he sucked you off? I nodded silently. N: He was tongue deep in your hole, eating like he was hungry. Did he make that pussy wet? Without thinking I blurted out – B: oh you have no idea. It felt great. Nick just smiled and reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts. I looked down and was watching it grow slightly. N: Well son, with an answer like that you have me wondering. Just how wet did your pussy get? I was in love with how he was talking about my hole. My dick was hard. Wait, I look down and no I’m pretty soft. Im felling horny but my dick is just there. I’m confused. Nick sees my confusion and refills the bubbler. He takes his hit and melts the tina in the bulb. He lets out a huge cloud. He challenges me to make a bigger cloud. I take the challenge. He lights the bulb with the torch again for me and I rip a good size cloud. It wasn’t as big as his but big. I look over at him and can read his face. I see disappointment in his face. I want to make him proud. I need to make him proud. I ask him to light me up again. This time, a huge cloud escapes my mouth and I get that hazy horny feeling hit me again. I look over at him and he smiles at me approvingly. Again my dick twitches the way only a soft tina dick can. I cant see it but a small drop of precum leaks from my dick through my shorts making a wet spot. I become transfixed on the growing bulge in Nick’s shorts. Nick is standing before me and his dick is growing down the side of the shorts and almost past the material. He moves slightly and the tip of his head is visible for a moment. He takes a huge hit while I’m staring and I don’t see him get right in my face and locks lips with me. I open my mouth instinctually and he blows the cloud into my lungs. His lips close down and we make out for a moment. We break from our kiss and I feel his hands roaming my body. His hands tweak my nipples and I moan. He breaks the moan with another kiss. As we make out, his hands travel down and one hand stops on my soft dick. His touch is electric and I can tell im leaking precum but am amazed that im soft as can be. His other hand ventures behind me and squeezes my perfectly round teen ass. The hand that is playing with my dick is covered in precum. He lifts it up and rubs in on my face, my lip. He licked up the sticky precum with his tongue in the most sexiest lick ever. He pushes me down to my knees. I’m face to face with his dick straining to get free. N: Is Jan’s dick cut like yours? B: yes, he’s cut. N: have you ever seen one that isn’t cut? B: Not yet As if on queue, he slides his shorts off and his dick springs free and smacks my cheek. I stare at it. I’ve never seen a man with foreskin before. I don’t know what to make of it. I reach up, brab the thick piece of meat and pull the foreskin back. It looks just like mine with the skin pulled back. I release it and his foreskin rolls forward covering his head again. N: Lick it. You know you want to. Taste me. I open up and surround his head with my mouth. His precum flavor is different than Jan’s. it’s hard to explain. Jan’s is almost sweeter but Nick’s taste amazing. I tongue his foreskin and flick it back and forth in my mouth. This makes him throb in my mouth. I pull my mouth away. I pull his skin back and take it back in my mouth. It slides all the way into my mouth and touches the back of my throat. I pause for a moment. That’s usually as far as Jan gets but Nick has more dick to work with. I pull off it a moment and take it back in my throat. Nick moans as it sinks further into my throat. N: oh damn boy. You suck just like your whore mom. Better once you get used it. Nick pulls away and leaves me without his dick for a moment. He refills his bubbler and returns. His dick is pointing directly at me. level with my mouth begging for me to suck on it. He hits the bubbler and squats down. He blows the cloud in my face. N: that’s a good little cloud whore. Now take your hit and like I blew out on you, blow out on my dick. He torches the bowel and I get a good hit. I hold it a moment, getting lightheaded and then lean forward and open my mouth. I start to blow the cloud out and Nick slams his dick in my mouth. It happens so quickly, I can barely catch myself enough to blow the cloud out threw my nose. N: Again. He lights the bowel with the torch, I take my big hit and again he rams his dick in my mouth. This time he keeps fucking my throat. I feel his balls slapping my chin. N: Has Jan ever fucked your throat like this? I cant speak with his dick in my throat but I shake my head slightly from side to side. N: Stand up. Time to show me how wet your boyfriend got your pussy. He pulls his dick out of my mouth and a line of drool leaks from his head to my mouth. I stand up and Nick slaps my left ass cheek. I cant see it but I can feel a hand print against my soft complected skin. He leads to the bed and throws me against it. N: Oh your back. Show me that hole. I lean back against the bed and jump up on it. I keep going until my ass is just hanging off the edge of it. I pull my legs up to my chest and grab my ankles. I know this position well. It’s my favorite for Jan to eat my hole. I hope that’s what is going to happen. Nick walks off and comes back with a couple of things in his hands. He places the items next to me on the bed. He pushes his finger against my hole and Jan’s spit is still there. The finger slides in easily. I moan out loud. N: Mmmm. That feel good? You ever been opened up with some fingers? I shake my head in an affirmative. Jan has ever only put 2 fingers in me at a time. But that wasn’t the question asked. I kept that to myself hoping I would get more in me. N: Are you still a virgin? Is this a virgin hole? Before I can answer, he pulls his dickhead to the opening of my hole and circles my hole. He rubs his head right at the entrance and makes me moan so loudly I feel like they heard me outside. He doesn’t push it in, just teases my hole. In between my moaning, I say B: yes, I’m a virgin. Please fuck me. Take my cherry. I need dick in my hole so bad. Fill me with your daddy cum. Nick gets down on his knees and I get sad for a moment. That’s until his tongue starts probing my hole. He’s eating my pussy. 10 times better than when Jan was doing it. I’m moaning so much, I’m drooling. Nick pushes his finger inside me. he eats some more. More saliva fills my hole. A second finger dives in. I’m loving it. When he adds a third finger, I start to really feel my hole stretch but I’m all in at this point. I’m loving it. I look over at the head between my legs and release my ankles. My legs wrap around Nick’s head. He pulls away from my wet hole and pushes my legs back up to my chest. He holds them in place until I take over by grabbing my ankles again. I’m in love with the way his hands feel against my thighs. He touches my inner thigh down to my hole and dips his fingers back in me. I can feel three fingers stretching my hole open again. He pulls out his fingers and lets my hole tighten up again. He reaches over to the items at my side. I look down from my perspective and see that he is grabbing a needleless syringe filled with a liquid. He inserts the syringe into my hole and pushes the contents into me. It starts to make my hole get warm, burn a bit. I flinch as the slight discomfort. I ask him what he just put up in me. N: oh don’t worry baby. I just filled you with a big shot of my cum from my last pnp session. And a ton of crushed up T mixed into my cum. I just wanted to have my load be the first inside of you incase you cant take my big dick. But I think you’ll take it like a champ, no problem. The warming of my hole is making it even more hungry for something inside of it. I start to beg him to put his fingers back in me. N: Hold up little one. He pulls up another syringe filled like the previous. Nick pushes it up in my hole and pushes the liquid up in me. The now familiar warming feeling is welcomed and I once again start to beg him to fill my pussy. B: Was that more cum for me? N: Yup another T load to help prepare you. Nick pulls the syringe out and starts to finger the opening of my hole but just the opening. I start to push back against his finger, trying to get it deeper inside of me. He reaches for a bottle of lube beside of me and lathers his dick. I start to squirm in anticipation. He pulls his body up against mine. He rests my legs on his shoulders. His dickhead touches my hole. N: What do you want son? B: I want your big daddy dick in my hole. I need you to fuck me and fill me with your babies. N: You sure? He asks as he pushes forward to that my hole stretches around his head. B: Yes, now. I need it now. Nick smiles and then lets his body weight fall against my body. His dick sinks into my hole and stretches me around his girthy dick. He lowers himself slowly without stopping. I whimper as his dick penetrates me inch by inch. My hole feels like its on fire with a tree being pushed up inside of me. I dare not ask him to stop. I feel like im about to pass out from the intensity coming from my pussy, the pain. That’s when I feel him bottom out. His balls touch my ass and he leaves the length of his dick inside me. Nick stays in that position. I know he is being generous and letting me get used to the monster dick that has invaded my virgin hole. He leans forward and we start to make out. This helps me relax a moment and my pussy unclenches. Nick feels this and immediately pulls almost the entire length out and slams it all back inside of me. I feel like the wind has been kicked out of me. I cant breath. He holds his position until I start to gasp for air. I make a whimper sound and mumble OMG. Once Nick hears this, he pulls back and slams forward again. This time he continues and starts long dicking me. My body doesn’t know what to do with itself. I feel it trying to fight the invading meat but begging for more of the anal assault. I’m moaning like a good little whore for my stepdad. N: Yes, make your noises baby. Just like your mom. She loves this big dick just as much as you do. Its this statement that lifts the mental drugged up fog a bit and the full weight of what is happening hits me. I’m getting fucked. I’m getting fucked hard. I’m getting fucked hard by my stepdad. I’m taking the same dick as my mom gets. I wonder why she ever leaves the house when she could stay home and get fucked like this all day, everyday. I’m falling in love with my stepdad. With every thrust I’m becoming more and more his little whore. He’s making my body tremble with his meat invading my pussy. Making my body ache with lust. I don’t know how long he lasts fucking me like that. It felt like hours. But eventually he pulled my legs down and I folded them around his waist, pulling him in closer to my body. He stopped long dicking me and just rocked back and forth with it completely inside me. This position made me feel so close to him. When he tired of being romantic. He pulled out and turned me over flat on my stomach. Nick spit on my hole and lined his dick back up with my pussy. He thrusted inside me. He was able to get a good piston fuck going for a few minutes. He pulled me up by the waist and pushed inside me doggie style. His hands roamed my back, pushing my top half down into the bed. My face was smashed into the bed as Nick smashed my hole. I was in heaven. When he tired of that position, he turned me back over and fucked me missionary. This evidently put his dick in just the right angle to hit my prostate and he made me cum like a good little whore. I was so confused how I was only half hard and came without touching myself. It was all him making me feel so good. Watching me cum all over myself must have been what he was waiting for because to really picked up the pace after that. His body slapping against mine could be heard echoing in the room. N: I’m gonna cum. Take my load you gay little whore. Nick slammed into me three more times before staying inside me while he shot his thick load inside me. I could feel the warmth of his cum coat my insides. When he pulled out, I felt the load start to leak from my open hole. It just leaked onto the bed. I couldn’t clench my hole shut. I looked at him and said I was sorry. N: that’s okay. A sloppy hole sometimes does that. It’s okay. You’re gonna get at least one more load from me and one more from our guest once he arrives. I look at him questioning what he meant. N: oh don’t worry. It’s not a stranger and you’ve already taken a load from him. It was the second shot of cum I lubed you up with. The thought of having some strangers cum inside me both scared and excited me. I was at a loss for words. B: Who’s cumming over? Who’s cum is inside of me? N: oh don’t worry baby. It’s not a stranger. Your boyfriend Jan’s dad is breaking him in right now like I’m breaking you in. He and I always PNP when the girls are away. They’ll be over in a little while and then the real fun can start. So now I have just jumped in and out of the shower. Cleaned off the sweat and cum so I can look presentable for my boyfriend and his dad to come over for more fuck fun.
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  13. Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.
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  14. Me too!!!!!!!!!! I would luv 2 be impregnated by Ethan's thick cock and toxic seed!!!🧑‍🦰🍊🍆💦☣️☣️😋
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  15. Happy Halloween from the infected Commander Gravestone Yes, that's me in costume from last night. I have the claws! I have the eyes! My skin isn't skin-coloured!
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  16. I am one of them. When I wear my rubber outfit I get in a sex mode. As mentioned above little breaks are essential. But after 20 min. I get horny again. My nuts aren’t big but my shots are. Do not know where my body has the storage for all that cum. At a piss party in Noxon (Gran Canaria) two months ago I delivered 5 loads within 3 hours. Yesterday just three at a sexclub.
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  17. Fuckbuddies come and go. I had many and still have. I was lucky to have a few who could produce what seemed like an endless stream of cum. I loved these guys. Produce 5-6 loads in two hours. Go away for a (sex) weekend with them and literally not be able to walk after that. All fucked out and leaking cum. So much fun! I would welcum another with open legs 😉
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  18. Who would care if the bus got stuck in traffic, if that was stuck up your ass.
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  19. This is a huge turn on for me. I just love using a guy after he's "game over". So yeah, I've used bottoms cum as lube, or sometimes I'll feed it to them, which is even hotter.
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  20. Thanks, fucking amazing! I love Men at Play, especially when they're not using condoms. And very cool to see there are other users with a suit kink here, definitely makes me want to engage more if some of you guys think it's hot. Here is an older pic of me.
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  21. Hey guys...this is the first part of a short series I have written --------- Boybutt4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 1: “We won’t block you” The root of my obsession with older men, and my very own Grampa, started young. I was part of a typical small town boys club when I was younger. Like the scouts we would have weekly meetings and we had uniforms that we had to maintain and wear freshly laundered and ironed. We learned different skills to earn badges, learned basic life skills and hygiene like how to shower properly, how to start a campfire, set up a campsite with fire pit, latrine, tents, and orienteering. It was a club that gave young boys who had little male influence in their lives to be mentored in a healthy and productive way. For the first few years, my Grampa was the leader of our group. During that time, I had seen him naked when we all showered after a swim outing or during weekend trips to a rustic camp in the woods. Inexplicably my heart would race when I saw him lathered up with soap during our group showers. He wasn’t showing off. But I was entranced as his naked hairy body as it glistened with soap and he would bend over showing his meaty butt cheeks and hairy ass crack with the soap water cascading over his exquisite bum with his low hanging balls shifting back and forth. Other than those moments, he was just Grandpa in my mind and he never showed any favoritism toward me except for a couple of tender touches here or there when others were around. But sometimes on those camping weekends, me and the other boys would talk about how wide and girthy my Grampa’s cock was…we would whisper to each other in our dark tents at night sharing a flashlight as we rubbed our dicks inside our sleeping bags. Some boys said they had never seen a naked man and that they hoped their cocks would be as big one day so they could really tit fuck a big breasted woman or walk around with a big swinging dick. Those times formed me sexually and personally, and I always imagined my Grandpa as a mentor and father figure. I wanted to be a confident macho man just like him. Then one day, it was over and he was no longer the leader of our group and he moved far far away and my parents never brought him up. Folks said he had moved to California. Palm Springs. Being in a small town on Long Island, it seemed like a million miles away. I cried a lot because of this abrupt disconnection. I felt sad and abandoned. I had one photo of him and me. Me as tall as his waist stranding beside as we both saluted together in our uniforms. Fast forward some years, I only had dreams, sexual dreams, about the big dicked grandpa I lost contact with. At some point I learned about sites where I could create profiles looking for older men who kind of looked like him. Tall, gray haired, mustached, maybe not muscular but hung and kind and loving- that’s what I was looking for. So I started to create profiles on different sites in hope of finding my Grampa or men who looked like him. As I did, I learned about what men were into sexually. I learned about all kinds of weird acts like bukkake, cum dumping, rimming, drinking piss, even fisting and double penetration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I had never been fucked, but as I watched more and more porn about men having anal sex, and seeing so many men have their asses filled with cum, sperm, semen, I began to crave that for myself. I thought it must be amazing to feel full of cum inside my butt. Those men all had an ecstatic look of joy on their cum drenched faces. I wanted to know what that felt like. I created a profile, a fantasy profile, on both tame and raunchy sites. I gave myself the handle “Boybutt4older” I had never been fucked but I uploaded pictures, many photos, of me showing off my butt with my soccer shorts pulled down, or with a jockstrap. I never showed my face. And I would caption the pictures like “Young hole for older cum”, “Virgin for mature hung cock” “Cum dump for old [banned word]”. Just taking those pics and adding those nasty captions made me feel so dirty and filthy and horny I constantly jacked off to the fantasy. Then on Sundays I would go to Our Lady Immaculate for the 9 am and 12 pm masses. I was a good altar boy. I loved acting and for those 3-4 hours I loved playing the role of the good servant of Christ knowing that I was a cock hungry virgin boy while carrying the Host and serving the priests. I learned about another site and it intrigued me. It was a site for men who didn’t use condoms when fucking. That sounded really hot to me. I knew it was dangerous but that intrigued me even more. With thousands of men around the world on that site, it had to mean that this was not uncommon or a bad thing to want. Not long after I created my profile on that bareback site I had a response from a couple. They were interracial. One called himself a lapsed Irish American Catholic and the other said he was Jamaican and they were a married couple who loved younger men and men who are looking to expand their horizons. The photos they shared didn’t show faces, but the photos depicted them kissing with their tongues licking each others lips. Hot! They hid their faces mostly. The Jamaican had a thick black mustache and the Irish American guy had a thick salt and pepper mustache too. Another photo showed them pulling on each other’s large and protruding nipples. Another photo showed the mustached Jamaican rimming the pale white hairy ginger ass of his lover while he sat below him - the white mounds of hairy butt meat squeezed through the toilet seat of a rim chair and the Jamaican’s face had disappeared deep inside it. WOW! Another photo showed the Irish American partner spraying cum onto the Jamaican’s puffy and wet asshole. That made me shoot my young sperm above my head. So, I sent them a message letting them know they had made a young guy cum really hard. “Nice,” was the reply. “Felt good spraying my poz seed on my slut husband’s asshole before I pushed my cum back inside him.” That really shocked me. Then I looked at their profile again and, yep, they said they were “ Poz Daddies”. I Googled the term and it meant they were “HIV positive”. Holy fuck. I shot my fucking load to that? They sent me a one-word message. “So?” I didn’t want to be rude so I replied. “I’m sorry. I am young and I do not have HIV. You guys are hot. Thanks for the jerk off material.” Anyway, I was on the other side of the country and was safe from ever having to meet them in person. They replied: “We’re glad it helped you get off. By the way, being poz means we have the best sex ever. No inhibitions. No regrets.” I thought about it, and of course, they are partners, married, whatever, they can share that with each other. It’s their choice. I responded. “That’s great you can share that with each other. I am happy for you.” They responded. “We share it with others too, if they want to experience the best sex of their lives.” With that message they attached a video. It was the Jamaican man, speaking with a very charming and sultry voice. His mustache was sliding up and down the pale hairy ass of his partner and making appreciative moans and grunts. But what I heard him say next really shocked me. “Husband, how many loads did you get in you tonight?” His voice was like honey to my ears…so smooth and masculine and like a song, it defied the raunchy words he was saying. The other man responded. “7 loads. 7 nasty loads of poz cum. Move back, I’m going to spray that holy seed back out. I can’t hold them in.” The mustached black man moved back only slightly and then all I heard was moans and grunts as the white man’s asshole farted out the poz cum. First, one or two squirts hit the chin of the black man, whose long tongue tried to lap them up, but then, as his mouth was open, more thick and watery poz seed sprayed out, some right into his mouth. Holy fuck! A few more loud and lewd fart noises and then some more sprayed onto the thick black mustache or up his nostrils. Oh man, this was so gross, but I couldn’t look away and then I couldn’t ignore my own cock hard and leaking… and in my mind I was encouraging the black man to drink it down as it sprayed like milk into his mouth and he laughed and said, “Oh, give me that nasty nut milk, baby…give me it all.” And then, an amazing thing happened. The Jamaican man turned to the camera, his stache dripping with poz cum and his husband’s scummy butt juices and he said “BoyButt4older, you could be enjoying this too with us”. He licked his lips and I heard him slurping up the toxic slop before he dove face first into the mature white man’s whored out fuckhole. Him calling me out personally was a psychological mind fuck and ecstatic experience all at once. I shot ropes of my young sperm and semen while crying “No, no, no” knowing that I had been aroused beyond measure in watching two older slutty HIV cum pigs relishing in sharing multiple poz cum loads sprayed from a cumwhore asshole into a hungry jizz pig mouth. This was so depraved and revolting. I slammed my laptop shut and I actually became angry at these anonymous poz mature men for turning me on to their sick, toxic, dangerous and depraved sexual behavior. The next morning, I sent them a message. “You guys are sick. Why show that to me? Why did you call me out in your video?” The reply was not what I expected. I was raging and meant to shame them. I wanted to judge them for their sexual desires and acts. They wrote: “We want you with us. Imagine us three together, embracing and snowballing those thick creamy poz loads that are in my mouth and we share them in a kiss.” Huh, interesting. Instead of replying rudely or blocking me, they replied in a friendly, almost loving manner. Not only that, they sent a picture of them kissing with long, scummy strings of saliva, which I assume was poz cum, between them. Their perversion, their shameless nastiness and sleaziness combined, made me so full of lust. I had been consuming so much porn that was so fake and repetitive, this was so different and powerful to me. This felt real. I ignored the throbbing of my own cock and the excitement I was feeling. I replied: “Guys, I am a young and healthy 20 year old. I have a great body, a good future ahead of me. What makes you think I am interested in your poz cum fetish? I don’t want AIDS.” The reply was very confusing. “All seed is sacred, son. Poz cum is blessed because of the commitment to loving cock that it symbolizes. In your profile you say you “Love cock”. Do you really “love cock” if you can’t accept poz cum as part of loving cock? If not, you won’t be getting much cock. Sorry, but that’s the truth. Anyway, your butt is so beautiful. We’d love to share cum with you, when you are ready.” Then they attached another photo. This one was really over the top: the white guy had a huge string of cum linking the wide pisshole of his thick penis to the floppy fat foreskin of the hung Jamaican and they added a caption “Buttboy4older, cum and taste us. This is another way our poz cocks kiss and make love to each other.” Again, they were being pleasant and kind with me whereas I was pretending to be grossed out while all I wanted was to be the one licking up their cum, poz or not, from those fat and sleazy Grampa cocks. And also, I thought about how much they must love each other to share those photos. How great it must be to not give a fuck and to show how you really are. That alone made me horny. But still, I couldn’t pretend I was fully on board. “I’m sorry. You can block me. But I’m not ready for this. Anyway, I’m on Long Island and you are in California. You both have incredible cocks and are super sexy…and I am turned on, somehow, despite myself. I’m still a Catholic and involved with my church. I’m sure I’m not your type after all. You can block me, if you want. I understand.” The reply was simple. “We won’t block you. We won’t ghost you. You have to find your own way on the Phallic Path. Peace and Love and may Cock bless you. We are here when you want to talk, or meet.” Phallic path? Huh? Did they mean a path to being poz or becoming more open and sexual, or both? Another mindfuck. The last photo they sent to me was of their hairy senior citizen genitals grinding against each other. The skinny pale ginger Irish American, his uncut stubby and fat penis meat with it’s silver and ginger pubes and hairy dangling balls pressed against the Jamaican’s much longer and thicker hairy sausage and nuts pressed together with the caption “In Cock We Trust” and the caption “Raw is Law. Bareback Only.” I had to search online for “Raw is Law” and “Bareback Only”. I had never heard those terms. But then, I learned about them quickly with a few clicks to shady pages and porn videos. Although I liked the idea of condomless fucking, it confirmed my suspicions. My cock thickened at the idea of not ever using condoms and only have a bare and unprotected cock inside me. But these men felt it necessary to add this as a caption to their photo to me. Why and why me?? I guessed that being married like them meant you don’t need to wear condoms with your spouse or partner. That made sense. It also excited me to think that maybe one day I could go “raw” and have my special man penetrate me and leave his sperm inside me. I got me hard to think that these two older men still fucked and shot their loads into each other. Very hot. And that they were interracial triggered me even more. I admired them for crossing so many boundaries and living their lives together fully and openly. I made a point of saving their photos on my phone and downloading them to my laptop. I’m glad I did. Because the next day, my father kicked me out of the house when he confronted me for being gay. Turns out, one of my Dad’s employees whom I recognized at a gloryhole booth in Queens started insinuating to him and his staff that his son (me) was a faggot. When my Dad confronted me on the phone, I didn’t deny it. He had a bad temper and mom had left him years ago. He had been a terrible and abusive father, so I had had enough. “Yep, I’m gay. And I hate you.” I shouted when he called me and confronted me with his coworker’s suspicion. After I hung up on him, I texted him: “By the way, your coworker Barry has a small uncut dick with a big dark mole on his knob. Here’s a photo of his cock about to go into my mouth. And look closely and you will see his cheap wedding band holding his unimpressive dick to my lips. Ask him about that!” I had sort of planned this scene of me leaving before and I had a backpack ready to go. I was out of the house before he could get home and had cash enough stashed away to help me for a few months. I was going west to find my Grampa whom I hadn’t seen in years. Rumor was that he was gay and my Dad disowned him, even though tit was his own father. Knowing that we shared being gay had filled my head with “what ifs” for years. I was sure he would welcome me.
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  22. Always let a men cum inside 💪
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  23. I stopped trimming/shaving and like it natural.
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  24. The daddy I met at the adult book store arcade booth wanted me to suck him in the parking lot because he didn't want to wait in line for the booth with gloryhole. So we found a dark area next to the trash bin and he quickly pulled his shorts to the side to expose his cock. I licked very thorough and just start to suck hard when the book store worker came out and told us we couldn't play there. We didn't realize there was a camera facing the garbage bin. He said I sucked so good, he had to use my pussy too. He took me to into the back of his work van before he told me he didn't bring any condom, but he insisted he was clean and he promised to pull out. So I got on all fours and let him use me as he please. And of course, when he was near ejaculation he pinned me down and kept going hard, and eventually pulled out. My pussy ended up looking like this, but he insisted he pulled out in time. I don't know, I am pretty sure he came inside me.
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  25. Part 2: I couldn't get the memory of being fucked bareback in a public beat out of my head. Cheating on my boyfriend and taking a load was wrong and I felt guilty, but it also made me horny and I had wanked many times thinking about it. I'd also fantasized about it while riding my boyfriend's annoying latex-covered cock. He had a nice cock, about 7", but he ruined it by covering it up. Well, I promised myself that it was just a memory and something to help me jerk off. I wouldn't cheat again. Fast forward to a busy week at work, a bit of an argument with the BF leading to no sex for a few days, and I was horny. I hadn't even had time to jerk off. So, after the busy period at work died down, I found myself with nothing to do one afternoon in the office and I started to daydream. Thoughts of being bred came into my head and I was hard as a rock. I needed to visit the office toilets a few times to mop up the precum oozing out into my underwear. My boss told me that I could go home early, after all, I'd put in a fair bit of overtime lately. I was bored and horny, so I jumped at the chance, figuring I could get home before the bf and give myself an orgasm (or two?) without him knowing. Of course, I was horny and curiosity got the better of me. I decided that I'd visit one of the city beats just to see what was there, have a look at a cock or two, and then use that in my wank fantasy later. I went to a different one because I didn't want to run into the guy who fucked me last time because I didn't trust myself to say no to him if I saw him again. I chose a smaller public toilet block that I knew wouldn't be too busy, hopefully just busy enough. It was a seedy place, and not in a great state of repair. When I got there, I saw a cute redhead standing at the urinal, slowly wanking a thick cut cock. Excellent, I thought I'd be able to stand at the urinal next to him, look at his cock, maybe give it a feel and a bit of a wank, and then be on my way. It was too risky to do much more at the urinal anyway. I made eye contact and stood next to him at the urinal, got my cock out, which was already hard at this stage, and started to wank next to him. He took my other hand and moved it to his cock. Holding it was electric. It felt even thicker than it looked. His right hand was now free and he slowly moved it down my back and into my trousers, into my underwear, and started to rub my hole. This really turned me on, but I knew it was risky there - anyone could walk in and catch us. Something about the situation turned me on more than I thought and I was in danger of shooting my load. In retrospect, I should have done exactly that and then left. I'd still be mostly monogamous, really. The inevitable happened. A guy walked in. I let go of his magnificent dick and he whipped his hand out of my pants. Just in time for another guy to walk in, who thankfully went directly into one of the 2 cubicles. With the cubicle door closed, I thought I should leave but my new ginger friend had other ideas. He gently but firmly guided me into the other cubicle and closed the door behind us, locking us in. It was only then that I saw that there was a glory hole between the two cubicles. A large cock was already sticking through it, longer than ginger's but nowhere near as thick. Still a beauty in its own right. Ginger pushed my head down so that I was eye level with this new cock and I started sucking it. Ginger pushed until my lips were against the partition. I didn't feel like I had a choice at this stage, and I was probably horny enough that I wouldn't have been able to say no anyway. It's just a blow job anyway. While I was bent over sucking the stranger's cock, ginger once again worked his hand into my pants and continued to play with my ass. Somehow he loosened my belt and my trousers and underwear fell to my ankles. Ginger's cock was free too and I could see him slowly wanking it in my peripheral vision. I was enjoying the cock in my mouth but I really wanted to taste ginger's cock. I know I shouldn't, it'd be cheating, but it looked so good. And with my ass being fingered, I was seriously turned on. As if reading my mind, ginger pulled me off the stranger's dick and turned me towards him so that his thick tool ended up in my mouth. I was right, it was a very tasty cock. Ginger maneuvered me around, with me thinking that he just needed a more comfortable angle to feed me his meat. I had sort of forgotten about the stranger in the other cubicle so I was briefly surprised when I felt a cock pressing against my hole. Ginger had moved me around so that my ass was right at the glory hole. With his thick dick in my mouth, and the partition behind me, I was pinned in place. Ginger stretched my hole open and stranger's dick slid right in. I tried to say something. Cheating is one thing, but taking a complete stranger's bare cock is definitely wrong and I needed to stop this. With the stranger's cock now deep inside me, Ginger was able to hold me and my head in place so that I couldn't move and I had no choice but to accept the situation when the stranger began thrusting in and out. Stranger fucked for just a few minutes and then with one deep lunge, grunted and released his load deep inside me, pulled out, and left the toilet block. I never got a good look at him and I didn't know if I'd recognize him if I ever saw him again.
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  26. you get to plant your balls and bush in their gashed out hole. hot
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  27. Sex on legs, he can poz me anytime 🤩😍🥰🤩😍🥰
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  28. Wow, thanks for the pozitive feedback! Here is part 2. --- Buttboy4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 2: Finding Grampa in Palm Springs In all my planning about escaping from my Dad, I had made a really dumb mistake. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I was at the airport waiting for my flight to Palm Springs when I realized that I had no fucking address for my Grampa. Nothing. All I had was an idea that he lived in Palm Springs. My anxiety exploded and I realized that I would be homeless in like a week if I couldn’t find him. I didn’t have enough money to last that long. In my desperation, I reached out to the senior poz daddies I had been chatting with. I wrote: “Guys, I know this sounds stupid. My dad found out I am gay and I am headed to California to meet my Grampa, who is also gay. But my family never shared his address with me. He lives in Palm Springs. I don’t know, this is so dumb…but maybe you know him? His name is Zeus O’Donnell. He’s about 6 feet tall, redhead, had a mustache, really handsome man. He was a professional landscaper and arborist and well known around our area before he left. I have to find him. I only have enough money left to live on my own for another week. But I can’t go back home.” I sent the message then had to board my flight. But just as I was in line there was a message from them. It said: “Oh, we know him well. He lives here in Palm Springs. Everyone loves him. Send us your name and date of birth and we will confirm with him. Tell us your parents’ names and your mother’s maiden name. We have to be sure you are really his grandson. Also, tell us your flight number, airline and arrival time.” I fired off the details and boarded my flight. Then, nothing for the next five hours. I couldn’t connect to the site again. I hadn't ravelled much and I didn’t realize you could only get free text messaging and limited internet on board and the bareback site was blocked that I used to communicate with them. I couldn’t sleep a minute. I was so wired up and nervous. After I landed, I was able to connect to WiFi in the terminal and got back on the site. There was a message. “We sent a car for you. Your Grampa confirmed your name and date of birth. You’ll see there is a man waiting for you in the baggage claim area. He will bring you to your Grampa’s address.” I took me 20 minutes to find my way through the busy terminal to get to the baggage area. I was carrying my heavy army green backpack and was covered in sweat. Funny how everyone else in this airport was wearing shorts and tank tops. I was over dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I felt such emotion when I saw my name “MIKEY O’DONNELL” on the card held up by the driver, a tanned bearded man with a leather shirt, leather cap and super tight leather shorts. He looked so intimidating I saw others around me smirk and whisper to each other as they saw us together. “It’s me!” I said to the man with my name on his board. “I am Mikey O’Donnell. My Grampa sent you to take me to him.” The leather clad chauffeur smiled and said. “Yes, you look like him, a bit. You’re a lot shorter. But still cute like him.” He was happy with my answers and simply said. “Come.” When we exited the airport, my eyes couldn’t believe the intensity of the sun and felt the hot air suck all the sweat from my body. We walked for a fair bit and then he opened the door to a swanky air conditioned BMW SUV. “There are some drinks and snacks back there” he said, and then he was quiet the whole time apart from some mumbling as he spoke through his air pods. But the ride was only 15 minutes. Don’t know why, I had half expected to be driven to some warehouse or shady side street. Instead, we pulled up into a pristine neighborhood with cactus gardens and carefully organized stones and rocks. “You can get out now,” the gruff chauffeur said. I saw a smirk on his face in the mirror. “I’ll get your bag. Your grandfathers are waiting for you.” “Grandfathers? What?” Anxiety and adrenaline were pumping through me. The chauffeur opened the door for me, took off his sunglasses, and stared me down. I knew instinctively not to question him. I slid out of the car and waited for instructions. “Go, they are waiting," he barked at me. The chauffeur had retrieved my bag and I followed him along the stone path to the bright pink front door where we were greeted by a tall black man in a bathrobe. “Mikey, I’m Donovan. Welcome to gay paradise! Welcome to Palm Springs!” He gave me a big bear hug although I could only halfheartedly hug him back. He took my hand and then led me inside. Behind me, I heard the thud of my backpack as the chauffeur dropped it off and then the closing of the front door. “How was your trip, Mikey?” Donovan asked me. I had to look up to respond. He was bald with bright eyes above smooth high cheeks. I recognized the big smile on his face and the thick mustache that I had seen in their videos to me. I wondered why he was in a bathrobe and acting so casual. I hesitated to move forward. “Well, this is really incredible, isn’t it?” He smiled shaking his head with his hands on his hips. “All the way from Long Island in search of your beloved Grandfather. And to think that you had already connected with him, and me. To think that we all had connected. It’s really a divine intervention.” He raised his hands to the sky in mock prayer and then slapped his hands together with joy. “Sorry, what? Is he here? Did you bring him here to meet me?” I looked around at the spacious living room that looked like it was a photo from some luxury real estate magazine. “Oh my son, Buttboy4older,” Donovan winked at me and started laughing, a big raucous and uncontrollable laugh. And then, my Grampa appeared. I recognized him immediately. He was so much thinner than I remembered but still had his trademark mustache. He was also in a loose cloth bathrobe and using a cane. He shook his head. “Mikey, my boy. I’ve missed you so much.” I could hear his voice crack a little as he saw me. “Good god, you are a beautiful young man.” I walked to him and hugged him and squeezed him and held back tears. “Oh Grampa, I can’t believe this worked. I have wanted to see you for so long.” He patted my head for a few moments. “This is unreal. Isn’t it?”, he said as he looked in my eyes. Holding his hand I replied, “I don’t understand. I reached out to your friend Donovan and he made this happen?” “Well,,” Grampa said, “you reached out to both of us. But Donovan is always more quick to respond than I am on these sites.” I tried to put the puzzle together but was afraid of the answer. “The messages on the dating site were…”I Donovan again burst into laughter. “Ha, oh my son, that is a good one! A dating site! Yes, the “dating site” where lovelorn romantics go to find their soulmates. Ha!” I could now hear the wonderful lyrical Jamaican voice that I had heard in the videos they had shared. I looked at Grampa and then at Donovan. Grampa was smiling but shaking his head as he looked at the terrazzo floor. Donovan said, “Mikey, let’s clear this up right now. We only accept honesty in this house. You and we have been chatting for a while on the bareback site. We are “Poz Daddies Palm Springs” and you are “ButtBoy4Older” and this is your own flesh and blood, your Grampa, Zeus…or Father Zeke as we all call him around here. He and I are the Poz Daddies. We had no idea who you really were, but when you texted your parents’ names and your birthdate, he knew, we knew, you are our grandson.” My face went red and my anxiety exploded. “So, all the filthy things I said, all the dirty photos I sent..it was to you, Grampa, and Donovan?” They both nodded eagerly. “ I feel so, I don’t know…ashamed and confused. All those slutty photos and thoughts. But you guys encouraged it and I felt you had, have, so much to teach me.” Grampa was stroking my head and simply nodded. “Listen, Mikey. This is a shame free household.” And to prove it, Donovan dropped his robe on the floor and revealed his mature naked body to me. He raised his arms to the side. “This is who we are. We are the same men you chatted with on the bareback site. And we want you to be the same Buttboy4older that you were. Don’t hide your true nature. Now, your Grampa has some reservations, but we need to address all of this upfront before we continue.” Donovan walked over to my Grampa and removed his robe. My Grampa was so thin but his muscles popped as did his veins on his girthy penis. Now they were both naked before me. Lust swelled up inside me but was tempered by the shame and confusion I felt. Donovan came and stood between us. He took his free hand and directed it to his body. He guided my limp hand and slid it over his wonderful once muscular chest so that I could feel the heat and texture of his muscle and fat, he rubbed my hand against the heavy nipple piercing and the thick nip knob, and then brought my hand slowly down across his abdomen to his curly pubes. Instinctively, my hand started to descend and caress and stroke his veiny, long, and sweaty cock. I looked down in wonder as my hand found the tip of his uncut penis and rubbed around the foreskin, something I had wanted to do so often when I looked at the photos they sent to me. Donovan let me play with his hefty Jamaican meat for a moment .“Now your, as I said, Grampa Zeke here has some reservations.” I saw my Grampa biting his lip. Donovan continued, “He and I were, and are, so aroused by you and all the things we talked about, but he says he cannot be incestuous with you, his own grandson. Mikey, do me a favor and put one of your fingers inside my foreskin while we talk and gently rub it inside and around my pisshole….oh that’s it my son.” He put one hand on my shoulder and massaged me as I lewdly fondled his hood meat and fingered his wide pisshole. My Grampa was stroking his own thickening veiny cock with one hand and with the other holding onto his cane as we watched me look up at the hung Jamaican giant in awe. “You can see for yourself, Mikey. Look how aroused your Grampa is. But he does not want to be incestuous. He lusts after your bubble butt with its peach fuzz and pink virgin boy cunt. He talks about how it would taste, how it would look as he stares up at it under our rim chair, how your unfucked asslips would look after hours of rimming in our sling, how puffy and horny they would be for our old poz cocks once your unpenetrated hole knows the pleasure of a long deep tonguing and butthole chewing.” I looked at Grampa, and feeling like I was telling a half truth, I said. “I understand, Grampa. I love you. We won’t have incest together.” My index finger was halfway inside Donovan’s long, hot foreskin and was slick with whatever juices and stuff were inside it. I licked my lips as I imagined tonguing inside his hood and really cleaning it out as I French kissed it. Donovan said, “But I am not your Grampa, Mikey. So, none of this between you and me would be incest. And I would love to explore all the sensual and kinky things we talked about in our bareback site messaging. Would you like that, son?” Donovan then did only what I had been imagining about. He pulled my finger out of his moist hooded meat and raised it to my nose, rubbing the funk on it, and then stuck it in my lips as though he were sticking a soother into a baby’s mouth. “Fuck yes, “ I heard my Grampa say. Donovan grunted. “See, you little pig. Grampa likes to watch his own Grandson taste my thick Jamaican sausage juice. Can you imagine how he will react when he watches me deflower your pink virgin shithole?” The utter filth of this conversation made me weak and I groaned as I suckled Donovan’s finger hungry for every taste of his foreskin from my finger. I had heard that older men can sometimes be more lewd and adventurous. I guessed Donovan was one of those men. And my Grampa too. Donovan let me lick it for a few more seconds. “Now, go hug your Grampa and tell him how my poz foreskin tasted.” Donovan pushed me into my Grampa who received me with open arms and hugged me again. I kissed his flat skinny belly and chest and veins. “How did you like it, Grandson?” He said with a loving tone as though he were asking about how some cotton candy tasted that he had bought for me at a carnival. I looked up at my Grampa as I hugged his tanned thin body. I melted as I looked at his bright green eyes, thin face and big bushy mustache. I felt so safe and so horny in his embrace. He nodded at me looking for an answer. “It’s ok, Mikey,” He said nodding to me. “This isn’t incest. It’s just you telling me, your Grampa, how my husband’s big uncut poz meat tasted. I want to hear it.” I reached up and touched his mustache and wanted to kiss him so badly. I imagined his hairy mouth on my butt cheeks and asshole. But that would be incestuous, I thought. That would be really bad and shameful. “Well, it tasted like honey, kind of, mixed with urine and sweat. I, uh, I really liked it. I can still smell and taste it.” I still felt some shame expressing this sleazy detail to him. “It’s good stuff, Son. I can’t get enough of it myself,” Grampa said as he patted me on the head and then bent down to kiss me. His cock was fully hard now and pressed against me. He was so excited by our reunion. I felt Donovan’s hand slip into my jeans and underwear from behind and he fingered my sweaty bum crack. Then he took his hand out and we could hear him sniffing and licking his finger. “Damn, Mikey boy needs a shower. Hey husband, let’s break for a bit and give your gorgeous grandson a chance to shower and freshen up. He’s going to be living with us for a while, right? We have time to catch up. Plus, I have some sleazy ideas to work around how ButtBoy4Older is going to fit in comfortably to our family arrangement so that you don’t feel “incestuous” together. Yes man, I have some fun ideas for us. Welcome home, Mikey!” Donovan again let out a big raucous laugh as we finished in a group hug and then he and my Grampa French kissed noisily just above me and their dicks pressed against me as I was squeezed like a panini between them. Man, I wonder what this “family arrangement” would look like. For now, I was happy.
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  29. Wired to my ass When someone grabs them I start to open my legs
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  30. I don’t understand the whole “men who own them” concept. It’s a little bizarre for me. But OmFFFFFg I love whores and get off playing with them.
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  31. yeah -- as a top I'll say I love the sluts. sliding into cum filled ass or pussy, yes please. ive fucked holes loose enough to where it felt like I was just humping the air, but I always get that load worked out in them. Plus it's fun if I go to a cumdump event on sniffes or whatever, walking in and not knowing what kind of hole I'm going to cum in, the mystery of it, will they be tight? loose? cum filled? tested and clean or a true mystery hole not knowing if they have anything, all of it gets me throbbing
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  32. First was bareback. In a cornfield. Three loads. Felt amazing and so right
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  33. From the album: Dirty filthy holes

    They said they wanted to put enough cum in me to make me pregnant
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  34. My nipples are hard wired to my asshole and work as a quick "ignition" or start button.
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  35. I love being a nI load refused whore! Even better when you can provide a cummy used hole fully tattooed to show your commitment!
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