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Greg's pulse raced as he stepped into the sprawling backyard of the older man's house, the scent of sizzling sausages and beer mingling with the sharp tang of chlorine from the nearby pool. He'd met the host Victor just hours earlier in a dingy public toilet stall off the main drag, where Victor's thick fingers had pinned him against the graffiti-scratched wall while his cock plunged deep into Greg's eager hole. 'Come to my Melbourne Cup BBQ,' Victor had grunted mid-thrust, breath hot against Greg's neck. 'Bring that tight ass.' Greg, always up for more, had nodded, cum still leaking down his thighs as he pulled up his jeans. Now, under the Australian sun, the party buzzed with about a dozen men milling around, laughter booming over the clink of glasses. Greg didn't recognize a soul, his stomach twisting with that mix of nerves and excitement. He grabbed a scotch and coke from the cooler, the burn of liquor steadying him as he sipped, eyes darting over the crowd. Victor clapped him on the shoulder, haded him a shot and introducing him vaguely before vanishing into his guests. Another drink in, Greg felt the warmth spread, loosening his limbs. He wandered toward the edge of the yard, where a sturdy metal frame caught his eye—a sex swing, suspended from a reinforced beam on the patio, its leather straps swaying gently in the breeze. Leaning against the frame was a massive bear of a man: broad-chested, hairy as fuck, with a gut that strained his tank top and thighs like tree trunks in cargo shorts. His beard was thick and salt-and-pepper, eyes locking onto Greg with a predatory gleam. 'First time here?' the bear rumbled, voice deep enough to vibrate through Greg's chest. He extended a meaty hand. 'Name's Hank. You look like you could use some company.' Greg shook it, the grip firm and lingering. 'Greg. Yeah, just got invited by Victor. Don't know anyone else.' They chatted easily—about the race, the drinks, the heat—Hank's gaze dropping pointedly to Greg's crotch more than once. The scotch flowed, Greg's third now, blurring the edges of his caution. Hank's hand brushed his arm, then rested on his lower back, thumb circling teasingly. Suddenly, Victor's voice boomed over the speakers. 'Lads! Race is starting in five! Get ready!' A flurry erupted—shirts yanked off, shorts dropping to ankles. Men stripped down to nothing or jockstraps that framed bulging packages and furry asses. Cocks swung free, half-hard already, the air thick with musk and anticipation. Greg blinked, arousal hitting him like a freight train as naked bodies pressed close, hands groping freely. Hank grinned, stripping off his tank to reveal a forest of dark hair across his pecs and belly. 'Your turn, boy.' Before Greg could process, hands—Hank's and others—tugged at his clothes. Shirt gone, jeans shoved down, his own cock springing out, already leaking. They left him in his briefs, but Hank ripped those off too, leaving Greg bare and exposed. 'Into the sling,' Victor ordered, appearing with a wink. Greg's heart hammered as strong arms lifted him, settling his back against the padded support. Straps buckled around his thighs, spreading his legs wide, ankles hooked high. His ass hung open, hole twitching in the cool air, balls dangling vulnerably. The position arched his back, cock pointing skyward, pre-cum dribbling down the shaft. Hank dropped to his knees between Greg's splayed legs, face diving in without preamble. His beard scraped Greg's inner thighs as his tongue lapped broad and flat over Greg's hole, circling the rim before spearing inside. Greg gasped, head falling back, the wet heat of Hank's mouth devouring him. The bear ate ass like a starving man—sucking, probing, tongue-fucking deep while the TV blared the pre-race hype. Guests gathered, stroking themselves, murmurs of approval as Hank's saliva slicked Greg's crack, dripping down to his taint. The announcer's voice crackled: 'And they're into the gates!' Tension built, the crowd hushing. Hank pulled back, wiping his mouth, his own cock now free— a fat, uncut monster, veined and throbbing, at least nine inches of girth. He spat into his palm, slicking the head, eyes locked on Greg's. Gates clanged shut on screen. 'They're off!' the commentator yelled. Hank surged up, gripping Greg's hips, and rammed forward. No warning, no tease—his raw cock breached Greg's rim in one brutal shove, sinking balls-deep into the spit-lubed heat. Greg's cry echoed, the stretch burning fierce as Hank's girth split him open, pubes grinding against his ass. The bear didn't ease in; he pounded immediately, hips pistoning with ferocious speed, each thrust slamming home like a jackhammer. The race blurred on the TV—horses thundering, crowd roaring—but Greg's world was Hank's relentless fuck. The sling rocked with the force, chains rattling, Greg's body jolting forward on every plunge. Hank's balls slapped wetly against his cheeks, the raw friction dragging over his prostate, sparks exploding behind his eyes. 'Take it, you slut,' Hank growled, sweat beading on his hairy chest, one hand pinning Greg's thigh wider. The pace was merciless, Hank's grunts syncing with the announcer's calls—'He's out in front, by a mile, leading the pack!'—but Greg could only moan, hole clenching around the invading shaft, milking it greedily. His cock bounced untouched, leaking steadily, the public display heightening every sensation as eyes watched, cocks jerked. 'Photo finish!' The horses crossed the line, cheers erupting. Hank roared, burying deep and unloading—hot jets of cum flooding Greg's guts, pulsing thick and endless. The warmth spread, Hank grinding to wring out every drop before pulling out with a obscene squelch, seed oozing from Greg's gaping hole. No pause. A second man—lean, tattooed, jockstrap discarded—stepped up, cock rigid and dripping. He thrust in raw, using Hank's load as lube, fucking fast and shallow, hips blurring. Greg whimpered, overstimulated, ass slurping around the new intrusion. The man lasted barely a minute, groaning as he added his load, cum mixing and bubbling out. Third was quicker—a stocky guy with a pierced dick, shoving in without a word. He hammered erratically, the metal barbell scraping Greg's walls, before stiffening and pumping his release deep, grunting satisfaction. Panting, spent, Greg hung limp in the sling, hole wrecked and leaking a creamy trail down his crack. Victor helped lower his legs and climb out gently, helping him to his feet on wobbly legs. 'Welcome to the annual raw BBQ,' Victor said with a grin, clapping his shoulder. 'We are all POZ, fuck bare, share our DNA, keep the fun going. No loads wasted here.' Laughter rippled through the group, hands patting Greg's ass as invitations for more lingered in their eyes. Greg looked confused for a few moments as if trying to understand what Victor said. Greg's legs trembled as Victor steadied him, the slick mess from his ass trickling down his thighs, mixing with sweat under the relentless sun. The party's energy hadn't dimmed; naked bodies roamed freely, cocks still twitching from the race's excitement, the air heavy with the scent of cum and grilled meat. A few guys shot Greg appreciative nods, their eyes lingering on his reddened bum where the slings leather had pressed. One of them—a wiry guy in his forties with a shaved head and a tribal tattoo snaking down his arm—sidled up, bottle of beer in one hand and a small brown vial in the other. 'Hey' he said, voice gravelly from years of smokes. 'You look like you could use a hit .' He popped the cap, the sharp, chemical whiff hitting Greg's nose before he could react. Amyl nitrate—poppers. Nick pressed it under Greg's nostril. 'Inhale deep, mate. It'll make that ass sing.' Greg hesitated, but the post-fuck haze and the scotch buzzing in his veins won out. He sniffed hard, the fumes rushing up like fire, exploding in his brain. Heat bloomed in his chest, then lower, his hole clenching involuntarily around the emptiness, craving more. His vision sharpened, colors vivid, every nerve ending igniting. Suddenly, the world felt electric—cocks everywhere looked thicker, asses rounder, the need to get filled overwhelming. His resolve was crumbling under the rush, body arching toward anyone who glanced his way. Nick grinned, handing the vial away. 'That's it. Now, let's get you wet.' He grabbed Greg's wrist, pulling him toward the pool's edge where a cluster of men lounged on towels, stroking lazily. Without warning, Nick spun Greg around, shoving him to his knees on the warm concrete. 'Open up,' he was already bare, his semi-hard dick flopping out, foreskin peeled back to reveal a glistening head. Greg's mouth watered from the poppers' high, and he parted his lips instinctively. But Nick aimed lower, gripping his shaft and unleashing a hot stream of piss right onto Greg's chest. The acrid warmth splashed over his pecs, running in rivulets down his abs, soaking his pubes and dripping off his balls. Greg gasped, the humiliation twisting into thrill, his cock hardening fully as the urine hit his skin. Nick adjusted, pissing directly into Greg's open mouth—salty, bitter fluid flooding his tongue, forcing him to swallow or choke. Some spilled out, streaking his chin, while others at the party cheered, a couple joining in to add their streams, drenching Greg from head to toe in a golden shower. Soaked and reeking, Greg knelt there, the poppers keeping him pliant, eager. His hand wrapped around his own dick, jerking slowly as the piss pooled around his knees. Nick shook off the last drops onto Greg's face, then hauled him up by the armpits. 'Good boy. Now to the sling—more loads waiting.' They maneuvered Greg back to the sex swing, he climbed in willingly this time, legs spreading wide as straps secured him again, ass presented like an offering. The first of the two—a burly redhead with a beer gut and a thick, curved cock—didn't waste time. He hawked a glob of spit onto Greg's piss-slick hole and drove in raw, the slide easy from the cum already coating his insides. The redhead gripped the swing's chains for leverage, pulling Greg onto his dick with each thrust, balls slapping wetly. Greg moaned loud, the poppers amplifying every ridge and vein dragging inside him, his prostate throbbing under the assault. The redhead fucked steady, grunting with effort, sweat flying as he bottomed out repeatedly. Greg's body rocked, piss drying crusty on his skin, the degradation fueling his slutty haze. After a dozen deep pumps, the man tensed, slamming home and flooding Greg's guts with another hot load, cum churning with the previous deposits, leaking out in frothy white drops. Barely catching his breath, the second bloke stepped up—a lean guy with a trimmed beard and a long, straight cock that curved upward. He rubbed the head along Greg's crack, smearing the mess, then plunged in with a slick pop. This one went slower at first, savoring the sloppy heat, hips rolling to grind deep. More amyl and greg's hole sucked him in greedily, muscles fluttering from the overload. The bloke picked up speed, hands on Greg's thighs, nails digging in as he hammered away, the swing creaking under the rhythm. Greg's mind floated, lost in the sensation, until the man buried himself and erupted—pulse after pulse of seed painting his walls, the warmth seeping deeper. As the guy pulled out, a gush of mixed cum poured from Greg's ass, splattering the ground below. Victor helped Greg down again, but this time, whispers rippled through the crowd. Someone had overheard Greg's earlier chat with Hank—'Don't know anyone else'—and pieced it together. 'Wait, he's neg?' a voice muttered. Heads turned, eyes widening, then narrowing with wicked intent. Victor paused, brow furrowing. 'You serious, mate? Thought you were one of us.' The group closed in, cocks stirring back to life, a mix of surprise and opportunity lighting their faces. 'Well, fuck it,' Victor said, clapping Greg on the back. 'Looks like we've started your conversion party. No backing out now—you've already got four loads of poz cum swimming in that hole.' Greg's eyes widened, the poppers' fog parting just enough for reality to crash in. Poz? The word hit like a gut punch. He'd taken raw loads from strangers, bareback in the sling, and now... his ass clenched, feeling the fullness, the risk sinking in. Panic flickered, but the fumes lingered, dulling the fear, stirring a dark curiosity instead. These men, all carrying the virus, had marked him inside, their DNA mixing in his guts. The guests didn't give him time to dwell. 'Resolve's fading already,' Hank rumbled, stepping forward with his cock half-hard again. 'You're turning into our cum slut, boy. Embrace it.' Hands guided Greg to a table, bending him over the edge, ass up. His protests died unspoken as the first volunteer—a silver-haired daddy type—mounted him from behind, sliding into the cum-lubed channel with ease. He fucked deliberate and deep, whispering encouragements: 'Take our gift, convert for the party.' One by one, they lined up, each thrusting home raw, adding their loads to the breeding pool. Greg's body betrayed him, hips pushing back, moans escaping as pleasure overrode dread. Cum sloshed inside with every new cock, overflowing down his legs, marking him thoroughly. By the fifth or sixth, his resolve shattered completely—he begged for more, hole gaping and hungry, fully surrendered to becoming their poz cum dump. The BBQ stretched into the afternoon, Greg at the center, passed around like the main course, his transformation sealed in sweat, piss, and seed. Hope you all like it.

Jackson, 5'11 200 pounds of muscle. Dark brown hair and eyes and porcelain skin. 8 inches cut. Stephen, 6'1 240 pounds of muscle. Bleach blonde hair green eyes with light tan. 9 inches uncut. Jackson was a straight college student stuck at school during winter break. He couldn't afford a trip home, frankly his parents didn't really want him there. It was also the worst snowstorm the area had seen in years. So his part time job closed down. He was getting king of desperate. His friend, Stephen, who was also stuck here had made a huge wad of cash under the table. He kept doing it until he got very sick. He recently recovered so maybe his buddy could hook him up. They had gotten very close these college years, both sophomores, both were work out fanatics. They both spent a lot of free time in the weight room. So Jackson hoped his friend would come through. Knocking on his friends door he heard him coming and he was clearly on the phone. "Yes, it is official. Yes, I am very happy. I was so pissed at first but I am completely converted. Yeah, I am up to doing more and spreading it. Love you man. I got a friend here now so I better go. Talk soon. Bye." Stephen hung up the phone. "Hey Jackson. What's going on?" I told him how desperate I needed cash. I was short for tuition and since I wasn't working I needed work. Badly. "How badly, I can get you in but you have to do what you are told and accept what happens. Don't worry, no laws will be broken and you will not hurt anyone. It is a big commitment though. You will be doing things you aren't into. You need to know this from the start." At first I was about to say no thank you. Then I remember my finances and saw what was about 5,000 dollars on his table. That was from one day. "Okay, I am in." "Your parents will disown you if they find out." "They pretty much have already. When I stopped going to Saturday services and started eating bacon they had enough of me." "You can change your mind when you get there and you can stop when you want." I was told to be there tomorrow at 8 am sharp. The place was a large house just off campus. So the snow wasn't going to be a problem. I arrived at 7:50 and waited. A guy opened the door and asked if I was Jackson? I said yes and was told to get inside. The home was a front for a film studio called GGG films. I was invited into the back where I was introduced to the man who owns everything. Name was Chris. He sat me down and told me that I wad going to be in films. He said they make movies for a specific audience and I would be perfect for them. I was a little confused but went along. I want to show you what you will be doing if you agree. We went to a dark room and looked through a one way mirror. There was a bed in the next room and some cameras. A guy about Jackson's age and build came in wearing nothing but a robe. He spun around for the camera and spoke with an effeminate voice saying, "Today I get my gift. I am so excited." The guy got naked and did some moves for the camera. Soon another man, this one already naked, came in. He was a big black guy with the largest dick Jackson had ever seen. He watched as the first guy, he didn't know his name, he later found out it's Terry, start sucking on that monster pretending to be a dick. It was huge soft but now it looked like it might double in size. When he was ready Monster, he never found out his name and called him that because it seemed to fit, threw Terry hard on the bed an cracked his ass until it was super red. "You ready for the fuck of your life you little bitch? You ready for full conversion you little slut?" Terry nodded his head yes. Terry took a long breath from a brown bottle as Monster started forcing himself into this little victim. Jackson didn't see any lube being applied, he learned later also that it was already there. Terry screamed in pain. He could see tears. Jackson was thinking, what the hell have I gotten into? He though he should leave but he couldn't look away. Terry was screaming as he took all of that cock. It was all the way in him. Jackson watched as Terry went from yelling in pain to shouting in pure ecstasy. "Give me that dirty cum. I want it, please, convert me. Poz me." "You ready bitch because here it comes." With that Terry was getting a load of cum in him. "Take another hit bitch. I ain't done with this hole." Monster kept grinding and Jackson was really starting to enjoy watching this. He felt a hand unbuckle his belt and jeans. Chris took out his dick and gave him a blow job right there. He never had a guy go down on him and he was too caught up in the moment to fight it. Chris was better than anyone else who went down on him. He didn't last long. He came at the same time those two being filmed did. With that Chris stopped. Swallowed all his cum. Then said, "I love the taste of virgin cum. Let's work out the contract." He walked out as he heard Terry thanking everyone for letting his dream come true. Part 2 will happen. If you guys like this.

Part 4 “Hey,” John said, voice a whisper lost in the bass. He tried again, “David, babe, let’s get you back, okay?” David mumbled, first inaudible. “I wanted to make you happy tonight”, David eventually was able to slur. “You feel so good in me”. As John turned around he saw a new man fucking his boy. A different man, older and lean with a gaunt face and a predator’s grin, was already pumping into David with a weird, mechanical rhythm. John hadn’t even noticed him circle in, but there he was, hands braced on either side of David’s waist. His cock speared between David’s cheeks, buried to the thatch of his wiry pubes. John stared, slack-jawed, at the breach. At how easily David took the second cock, at how there was no flicker of resistance. John’s body shrank, cold and small in its shell of flesh, but his cock refused to go down. He should have been angry, protective. Should have shoved the man off and barked at the others to give them space. But he just hovered, watching the new man’s balls slap up against the back of David’s thighs. The sound was hypnotic. “Am l making you happy? You feel happy, as l feel you in me” David mumbled to John. He looked at David. He was waking up, but slowly. Eyes still closed. John worked his hand around David’s face, stroked the side of his head. John didn’t know what he should do. “You’re doing so good, babe,” he heard himself murmur, the words pulled from somewhere far away. The skinny man’s thrusts weren’t fast but they never hesitated, never lost the perfect rhythm. There was a look on his face, hungry maybe, or just empty. John felt himself get even harder. He hated himself for it. The man increased his pace and didn’t seem to care that John was there, not even as an audience. It was as if he were a lamp, useful only for casting more light on what was going on. John watched the man’s face, how each thrust carved hollows in the man’s cheeks, how his eyes locked not on David’s face but on the raw junction of their bodies. The man wanted only the hole, not the person, and that somehow made it worse and better at the same time. John reached for David’s hand, squeezed it, trying to keep him tethered. The man increased his breathing until he sounded as loud as the first man, slapping forward with a violence that shamed John all the way to his bones. The fucking stopped. Cock still deep in David. Then slowly pulled out and it looked like he was pulling something out of a wound, something that would never close, and the hole just gaped, pulsing lightly as David shuddered. Still not knowing what was happening to him. The hole was wet with cum. John saw his chance to get the finish he needed. But could he, in front of these men? He got up and behind David. It was like some monster inside him. Every thrust David had taken had built a hungry. He knelt, hands trembling, and pressed the thick head of his cock into the mess that was now David’s hole. The heat, the shock of easy entry, nearly made him black out. He gripped David’s hips hard enough to bruise. One thrust, and the world fell away. He’d imagined being a monster so many times, if he was honest with himself. Imagined what it would take to break through the cautious, loving front and get to the animal underneath. His cock sank all the way in on the first stroke, and the movement forced out a low groan from David. “Mmm you feel so good” John wispered to David. He said it because he needed to believe it. That there was an interaction, that this wasn’t something being done to David. That he wanted it too. His hands ran over David’s spine, feeling the tremors as he pushed in slow but deep, every movement mixing with the filth of the men before. The sounds from the watching men, sometimes a whispered comment, sometimes just the low, rhythmic slap of hand on cock, blended into the static in John’s head. He was doing this. He was fucking his boyfriend, full of other men’s cum, and David was taking it with a soft sound, helpless and perfect. His own body betrayed him: it felt so, so good. The heat, the looseness, the frictionless ease of it. He gripped David and went faster. David was move more, increasing control of his body. “What are you doing” David said, looking around. “Stop” The air tightened between them, the silence too thick to break with just his own breath. “Sorry. I thought you wanted this.” The words came out dry, chemical, not anything close to an apology or an explanation. David squirmed under his grip; not like before, not wanting more but wanting out. His legs kicked, his voice growing louder. “Stop. John. What the fuck. STOP.” Thoughts went through Johns head. David didn’t want this. Didn’t want him. He was still deep in him. Fuck, he thought to himself. What have l done. But also going through his mind was the fact that David had taken three cocks, but only refused one. His. He felt shame. Shame for what he had done, and shame for being rejected in front of these men. He felt them judging him. He was overwelmed with emotions. His head a mess. But he needed to finish. It was like he had no choise. He grabbed David’s hips and went hard, punishing them both. Fucking him in front of everyone, his balls slapping loud enough to echo against the wall. The voyuers didn’t matter, the looks on their faces didn’t matter. Only the wet, ruined hole. Each time he bottomed out, the heat of it made John’s head pulse. He only needed a few pumps before filling David with his cum. He squeezed David's hips with shaking hands, pulled in, ground out a sharp, almost sobbing breath. Heat flashed up his spine. He pressed his forehead to David’s back and let go. The relief was like a full-body collapse; the rush and then the hollowness after. He stayed inside him, softening, half waiting for judgment, half begging for forgiveness. He didn’t remember pulling out, only that his thighs prickled with sweat and that his cock looked raw and angry. John reached for a towel someone tossed, wiped himself off. He wrapped David in it, cradling him like a lifeline, ignoring the mess and the fading eyes of the men in the room. David was silent now. He seemed confused more than anything.

My hole 🤭

Couple Mark and Adam have been running a Poz-friendly men's club for several years. The club's mission is to reduce stigma and bring together men who share the same positive attitude towards being poz. The club is open to all adult men. The club never asks about men's status or medications. The idea of the club is to be a free space to meet other like-minded men, without judgment or criticism. Mark and Adam are both poz, sometimes on medication and sometimes off. The club's network includes over 130 men in total, some of whom actively participate in every event and others less often. You can only join the club if you are recommended by an existing member. So not just anyone can join the club. The club has members of all ages, from men in their twenties to seniors in their eighties. There are all kinds of men: fat, young, skinny, positive, muscular, gifters, athletic, neg, tall, chasers, old, short, wasted and vital. Everyone is welcome. Once a month, the club organizes a Men's Body Admiration Meeting at Mark and Adam's farm, which is practically a 24-hour, unclothed and non-condom debauchery event. The large house is full of naked men in various configurations throughout the event, from spirited discussions to darkrooms. Almost every time, about 100 men participate in the event. The house is large enough that anyone who wants to can always stay overnight. Although the party often continues until the early hours of the morning. Mark and Adam want to come up with new spaces for the event every time. This time, the novelty was the Wheel of Fortune game. The game had a rotating Fuckbench, with ten sectors around it. The idea of the game is that one man is on his stomach on a fuck bench and 10 men stand on sectors. The bench is spun and when the wheel of fortune stops, two opposing men get to use the holes of the man on the bench for 30 seconds. One fucks the mouth and the other the ass. The game continues until the first man empties his load inside the man on the bench. Although the event doesn't talk much about the status of the men, biohazard and scorpion tattoos often give a hint of status.

Here’s mine

Was on vacation in Australia and checked out a bathhouse in Sydney. Had some excellent porn playing. Bareback. My partner and I grabbed a sling and he took his time fucking me raw in the sling. He made a real show of pulling out, stroking his first cum shot onto my hole, then plunged back inside. I was watching his cock, load and could feel the whole thing, while a very similar scene was playing on the big screen beside us. He had timed it perfectly. It was a bit of a show. But the show had attracted a crowd. All watching and stroking and fondling one another. A couple of the braver types were right in close, saw the cum shot and subsequent breeding. When my partner pulled out, he moved his cock up to my mouth for a cleanup. And sure enough, I felt another very thick and hard cock slide into my cummy hole for a nice slow fuck and deep breeding. He also fed me his cummy meat to clean, while another cock slide inside. The porn on the wall beside us with close up cocks, cummy holes, cummy cocks - that made it SO much hotter for me. And for my partner. A lot of the Aussie lads were uncut and it made it even hotter for me, as I love uncut raw cock. The videos were Treasure Island and Eric Videls and Bareback That Hole. VERY hot afternoon. I travel to Montreal often @muscmtl. I'd love to show you exactly how hot BB porn can make things even kinkier. Love your profile! Cheers

Part 2: I got in my car and drove home. My head was spinning. This was the first actual poz load I'd taken since going off prep and his load was still inside me. I was horny and scared, but also excited. I got home and needed a drink. While in the kitchen, one of my flatmates came home, the other flatmate worked nights, so I wasn't surprised that he wasn't there. Nick and I had been friends for years before moving in together. A lot of our mutual friends assumed we'd end up as a couple one day and were probably surprised that it hadn't happened yet. Nick and I were great platonic friends, but we couldn't be together, we didn't have that kind of spark. We did tell each other pretty much everything. Well, almost everything. He told me about his hook ups and I told him about mine. We were both fans of bareback and hated condoms, but I hadn't told him that I'd stopped taking prep. Nick was complaining that he'd lucked out. He'd gone to the effort of driving to the outskirts of the city only for the guy to tell him that he'd changed his mind. Nick was frustrated and horny. He then noticed that I seemed a bit off, like I wasn't paying attention because my mind was elsewhere. Nick: "Mate, what's up? What's go into you?" Me: "What's got into me? A guy with a big cock" Nick: "Hot. Tell me more" I told him about the guy who fucked me, and how I wasn't sure at first, and then how we'd asked another guy to make the decision for us. I left out the details about the first guy being poz and me being off prep. Nick: "That's hot. You're a slut. But why did you need the second guy to decide for you? Why didn't you just let the first guy fuck you?" Me: "I like being told what to do. It turns me on" Nick: "You've never shared that with me before. Do you like being used?" Me: "yeah, I do. There's something about being used for another guy's pleasure that gets me going" Nick: "Wow. That's kind of hot. So if some dude at a beat tells you that he's going to fuck you, you'll let him? Or does it need to be a different guy giving you instructions?" Me: "Either. It's hot when it's a different guy telling me who can fuck me, but I also like it when guys tell me that they're going to fuck me. Even better at a beat is when a guy doesn't ask or say anything, just turns me around, pulls my pants down, and fucks me" Nick: "What if he does ask you?" Me: "It depends. If he's hot, I might let him, but often if he asks me I find it a slight turn-off" Nick: "Interesting. What if he's ugly or something" Me: "If he asks, then I'll say no, but if he just dominates me then that's hot enough for me to let it happen" Nick: "Fuck. You are such a slut. Good thing you're on prep then, or you'd be a high risk" I couldn't lie. Nick knew me too well. Me: "Well, actually..." Nick: "What? you are on prep aren't you?" Me: "I stopped taking it. I didn't like it" Nick: "Well, your choice I guess" With that, Nick turned me around to face the sink and yanked my shorts down, then pushed me so i was leaning over. Me: "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick's shorts had also disappeared and his hard cock was touching my hole. Nick: "What do you think i'm doing? I'm going to fuck you" Nick pushed, and my ass went into autopilot, relaxing enough to let him in. I had never seen Nick's dick before, and at this point I still couldn't see it, but it felt thick. He pushed in and pushed further. How long was his fuck tool? It just kept going. I felt very full, and to be honest, his cock felt amazing inside me, but this was my friend, using me like a fleshlight. Me: "Nick, fuck, you're inside me. Why are you doing this?" Nick: "You have some random dude's load in you and you like to be used without being asked. I'm fucking horny and your story got me even hornier. I love sloppy seconds, so I'm not letting this opportunity disappear" He fucked me hard. It was weird at first that my best friend was fucking me after so many years of us kind of having a line that we wouldn't cross, but it felt so good. I wished I known how good he was at fucking years ago. He was fucking me deep. All the way in and then pulling out until just the head was inside me before thrusting back. While fucking me he started asking me more about the earlier fuck that evening. Nick: "Tell me about the guy who fucked you. Whose cum is currently lubing my dick?" Me: "He was taller than me, slightly older, fit. Good cock" Nick: "Did he have a big cock?" Me: "Yes, it was a great cock. Big and thick, but I think yours is bigger" Nick: "And this random guy just flooded your ass and you're not on prep. Did you bother asking him his status to see if it was safe for him to fuck you?" Me: "Umm... yeah, I asked him what his status was" Nick: "And he was safe? Can you trust him to be honest?" Me: "He was honest. He told me he was poz" Nick: "Fuck you are a slut. Neg, off prep, and taking poz loads. And now I'm fucking you using that poz cum as lube. You know my cock is massaging that cum in to you with every thurst" I swear he shoved his meat stick in harder and deeper at that comment. That pushed me over the edge and I came hands-free, conveniently into the sink in front of me. My ass tightened and with a final deep push that felt like it was in my stomach, Nick roared and emptied his balls inside me. He leant over me, catching his breath, before eventually pulling out. "We need to talk. But first, I need a shower" and he headed off towards the bathroom. I stayed where I was for what seemed like an eternity before pulling up my shorts, a bit worried about what Nick would say now that he has cum and isn't so horny. Nick had a quick shower and returned to the kitchen. He asked me why I'd gone off prep and when I told him that I was chasing and it made me horny, he confessed that he too liked it and often read the stories on BZ when he wanked. He didn't want to convert though, so he's staying on prep, but he wants to see a conversion, so he's going to use me for that. He also told me that he wants to fuck someone with the fuck flu, and he's going to use me for that too. He said he's going to be fucking me a lot in the future. He never asked, he just said he would.

This more than just my last load because for the first time in my 20 years of taking loads I managed to have 5 different guys breed me, one guy for each night last Monday through yesterday, Friday. I’ve had that many in a night, actually more, but this was the hottest, most pleasurable and sluttiest week I’ve ever had. It’s been nothing but a real confidence booster to my psyche as well. Being a bareback cum dump isn’t for everyone, but it’s what I am and I’m really a peace with it. Cheers.

I don’t hide the fact that I am Poz so men just know that I want the cum inside. I don’t seem to find many men that want to pull out. It’s not natural.

Whenever I see this topic I feel compelled to comment. I am a bottom. I always have been and always will be. I started to get bred at 13 by a very big cock and have always been a sloppy bottom ever since. Because of this i am sometimes self conscious about how loose I am. I know it’s probably my own insecurities but over the years there have been instances where tops have commented on how loose I am. I try to not focus on it but it’s always in the back of my mind. Yesterday I hooked up with a younger guy that had a great body and was all top. When he went to fuck me I grabbed his cock to guide him in. I acted like his cock was hard to take but it really wasn’t at all. I do that to make him seem like he is opening me up but there isn’t any need. I could be getting fucked by him with a 9”dildo in me at the same time. lol anyway he didn’t seem to mind and he came fast with a heavy thick load so I guess my pussy did it’s job. I know I will never be tight so I should learn to embrace it.

It's instinct/reflex, I rut, pin my target down and push deep when I cum. There's no escaping my grip while breeding, I know because some very strong men have tried.

Must have looked likt that... 😉 Thanks for all the responses and feedback guys! 🙂

Jackson could not believe what he just saw and what he just experienced. His ladies man friend Stephen was doing this for money? Well, to be honest it wasn't just for the money. It was for a shit ton of money, (If you know you know.) Jackson just had a great blow job. Okay, he had the best damn bj he thought possible. When they sat in Chris's office Jackson was speechless at first. So Chris did all the talking. "If you agree to do this we will give you a fake name so no one searching your real one will see this. You will not be in a production like you just saw. You will be with someone more your size, in all areas. We will begin with recordings of you doing hard workouts naked. Give the customers a preview of that sexy body you have. Then you jacking off. Get a great shot of your clean load. For that we will pay you $2000. The more you do the more you make. Your friend had made over Ten Thousand. He has just arrived and will be making his first top movie. You can watch if you like." Jackson agreed to this. His mind was spinning about all that was happening. He thought he could never believe his friend did this unless he saw for himself. They went to a different set. Jackson sat down to watch on a monitor and not a one way mirror like before. "This set isn't able to have people not in the movie or making it be able to sit in. The sound is too bad. The monitor works and gets great def. You won't be able to hear this one. Jackson had seen Stephen naked before but now he noticed he had a tattoo. It was a biohazard sign on his chest. Jackson was unable to hear because they didn't want to reveal what was going to happen just yet. For us though we will be able to hear it just fine. Chris:" Well, hello little neg boy. You ready for your first Poz cock inside of you?" This kid, he had to be 18 or 19 at the most was a skinny ginger with a smallish dick. "Yes sir, I was born to be a bottom to Poz Daddies like you." "Let's get started. Suck my cock boy. Make me hard." The lad did as told. He got on his knees and took Stephen's dick deep in his mouth. Fuck, you got a nice mouth. If I wasn't here to do a job I might just let you finish." After a few minutes Stephen pulled the lad's hair to get him to stop. He seemed to enjoy that. "Get on that sling. I am going to look into your eyes as you get your first Poz load in you." The lad did as told. Stephen grabbed a toothbrush and inserted it into the lad's hole. Watching, Jackson was confused about this. Soon Stephen pulled out the toothbrush and said that it was really bloody. He was good and ready for the toxicity coming to him. Stephen lubed him up and then shoved his dick inside this neg slut. He yelled out in lust. "Yes. Yes, yes yes yes. Fuck me. Fuck my boi pussy. Fuck me hard and deep. Please Poz me sir. Poz me! I want your HIV!" It really didn't take that long. When the lad shot what would become his last neg load Stephen started to go faster and harder. "Here it comes boy. Here comes my toxic Poz HIV cum into your bloody and torn up asshole. Get ready it's happening now. Stephen watched as his victim took his cum. He was excited and cheering this. Afterwards he pulled himself out and put a plug in. " No cumming until you test positive. Understand?" He nodded yes. He gave the lad a kiss and left. Jackson has also shot a load while watching. He knee he was in. Only he did not know what that meant just yet.

First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

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.

Definitely 100% rutting your hole deep and unloading as deep as I can - like it or not it's going balls deep. And fucking it in you for a good bit after too!

Well written, and I really identify with the cluelessness. I just wish I'd ever gotten an invitation like that.

You said it right there. I hate mainstream porn for exactly the reasons you stated. There's something unfulfilling about the staged, scripted performances that lack genuine emotion and connection. I prefer the kinky couple who get off on showing the world just how perverted they are. When the moans are real, we all recognize them in an instant. They can't be helped, for it is a moment of surrender to the pleasure received, a raw and unfiltered expression of ecstasy that transcends any act of performance. The look of a bottom who can't handle the fucking but keeps submitting to the dick is absolutely priceless. It's a testament to their trust, their willingness to push beyond their limits, and their utter devotion to the act of submission. There's a certain beauty in the struggle, in the way their body betrays their mind, craving more even as it reaches its breaking point. And nothing is hotter than watching a guy's eyes roll back as he is overwhelmed. It's a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a surrender to the sensations that consume him completely. The way his body tenses, the involuntary moans that escape his lips, the sheer intensity of his expression—it's a sight that leaves an indelible mark on the mind, a reminder of the power of pleasure and the depths of human desire. These are the moments that make kinky performances so captivating, so authentic. They are a window into the raw, unfiltered experiences of individuals who embrace their perversions without shame or hesitation. It's a celebration of desire, a testament to the beauty of surrender, and a reminder that the most powerful connections are forged in the heat of genuine, uninhibited passion.

The way I look at it, there are some HUGE guys out there, and they need to fuck, too. My loose, sloppy hole isn't for everyone, and I'm happy to be of service to huge hung dudes. They seem to like that I'm not going to tap out, and they can go as hard and fast as they want. Honestly, I think it's more THEIR insecurity. They're nervous you cant feel them because they are so small. Don't let their insecurity get in your head, bro.

The first time I got fucked, it was bareback, and it's set in my mind that that should be the only way. I feel more connected with my sex partners when the cock enters my hole without anything else between the skin, and it just feels so exciting when I know the cock leaves some bodily liquid in me. It's just hot! 💦🐷😈

I am still working on my hole!

It's was a dare to go bare and don't be scared to go bare. I did it bare with anonymous guy at a party. Me and my three boys went and bang bare with different guys. Do care what they got. No regrets from all of us. I hit bareback parties all the time.

The ONLY time I ever ask/tell a Man to pull out before loading my loose, sloppy, faggot cunt, is when I KNOW that He's either A) into stealthing guys, or B), when I know that he's into the idea of breeding sluts that are hesitant to take loads, and He's past the point of no return, and that's when I either wrap my legs around him, or hold onto him, so He CAN'T pull out in time! All other times, I'm BEGGING for a stranger's cum in me!

Chapter 18: Graveyard Shift Central Dispatch, County EMS. 18:48 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The station had that end-of-day hush where noise carried farther than it should. In the locker room, the fluorescent tubes hummed, and somebody’s half-torn paper bat trembled in the faint breeze from the vent. On the bench, Rafi sat with his boots unlaced and a Styrofoam cup of coffee steaming between his palms like evidence. Marco, already zipped into his jacket, folded his spare uniform top along the seam as if the way the fabric met might keep the universe from falling apart. Kyle stood at his open locker, pretending to reorganize the same three items—trauma shears, penlight, spare gloves—until they felt like they belonged to him. The room smelled of sanitizer and old sweat, and beneath that, the crisp trace of October air that leaked in whenever someone opened the bay door. He could hear it out there: the distant carry of kids’ voices on the street, laughter ricocheting down from one porch to the next, the dry whisper of leaves against asphalt. Rafi didn’t look up. “You sure you’re ready for tonight?” Kyle clipped his radio to his belt and managed a nod. “Ready.” Rafi grunted, noncommittal. “Everybody’s ready until they meet the Q-word.” Kyle turned. “The… what?” Marco didn’t glance away from the precise fold. “Don’t say quiet in this building. Especially not on Halloween.” “That’s— everyone says it's just superstition.” Kyle smiled, then corrected himself. “I mean—got it.” Rafi finally dragged his eyes to him, half amused. “Rookie rule number one: we honor the gods of pattern recognition and spite. Don’t tempt ‘em, or every patient will shit themselves.” Voices spilled in from the hallway: the echoes of day crews shedding momentum. Locker doors clanged, someone laughed too loud, someone else swore about paperwork. A paramedic in a sweat-damp undershirt leaned through the doorway, hair stuck to her forehead. “You three on nights?” Rafi lifted his cup. “Our sins demand it.” “Watch the east bypass,” she said, already moving on. “They’re still fucking cleaning up that jackknife from this morning.” “Hit a deer?” another voice called from the hall. “Nah,” someone answered. “News said dog.” That drew a round of scoffs. “If that was a dog, it had its own ZIP code. Should have seen what it did to the front of that semi.” The woman reappeared just long enough to add, “MPs showed up and sent everyone packing. Never seen that on a pileup.” Then she was gone, leaving the word MPs hanging in the air as a dare. Rafi rolled his eyes and stood, the bones in his knees cracking like gravel. “Helixion’s in that direction. People say ‘dog’ when they don’t want to say ‘lawsuit.’” Kyle closed his locker. “The article said animal containment. Veterinary wing.” Marco slid the folded jacket onto the shelf and shut his locker with two fingers. “You will learn two things fast,” he said mildly. “One: press releases are bedtime stories. Two: we are not the audience.” Rafi drained the last of his coffee, grimaced at whatever it had done to itself, and crushed the cup. “Rule two,” he told Kyle as they filed out. “Trust nothing you didn’t check with your own hands.” “Rule one was—” “Don’t say quiet,” Marco replied. “Rule three is: if in doubt, blame dispatch.” Kyle laughed because it seemed expected, and because laughter made his chest feel less tight. They stepped into the bay, and the night breathed at them. The big doors stood open, letting in a ribbon of cold air that smelled faintly of cut grass and exhaust. Out beyond the apron, the neighborhood glowed—porch lights, jack-o’-lanterns, plastic ghosts on fishing line rocking in some invisible convection. A kid in a dinosaur costume sprinted past the far end of the lot, the cheap tail bouncing like a metronome, a parent’s voice trailing after him—slow down, watch for cars. Medic 14 waited in her slot, white paint still showing the day’s handprints of road dust. Marco slapped her side as if greeting a dog. “There she is.” “Be nice,” Rafi said. “She hears you.” Kyle climbed into the box and let the cold settle on his face for a second before the familiar antiseptic chill took over. He moved methodically—open, check, close; confirm the monitor leads, peek at the charge on the suction, squeeze the Ambu bag and listen for the healthy squeak. He counted Epi pens and Narcan, confirmed the insulin dates, ran a finger down the inventory checklist as he read aloud, catching himself and falling silent when he realized he’d spoken. Rafi leaned in through the side door. “Talk to the gear if you need to. Just don’t talk to the radio.” Kyle’s grin came easier this time. He kept moving. Hands found the rhythm on their own. When he reached the narcotics box, Marco had already popped it, checked the seal together, then nodded for Kyle to sign the log. “You want me to—?” “Yep,” Marco said. “Your name, your license number. Means you’re accountable now. Congratulations.” The pen hovered a heartbeat; then Kyle wrote, block letters neat from years of school forms. His name looked too clean on the line. He blew on the ink out of habit. In the common room, a muted TV ran the evening news with captions: INTERSTATE FULLY REOPENED AFTER EARLY-MORNING CRASH. The footage was standard—tow trucks, a semi at an angle like it had pivoted on its own shadow, a rectangle of tarp carried between two men, the corners sagging with weight. No rain. No fog. Just that clean, flat fall light that exposed everything. A few off-shift medics hovered in front of the screen finishing donuts. One of them jabbed a finger. “Back it up. See that?” Rafi didn’t look. “Don’t feed the birds.” “Bro, tell me that’s not a military truck,” the medic persisted. Marco, beside Kyle at the doorway, watched a moment and then blew air through his nose. “Could be DOT. Could be National Guard.” “Could be Helixion has friends,” someone else said. “All I’m saying. I hear that freaky shit goes down in that place.” Kyle glanced between the screen and the room and felt the double-pulse of the job: inside jokes stacked on top of the unspoken. He knew better than to ask follow-ups. He grabbed a water from the fridge and stood alongside, in the eddy of conversation where nobody had to perform. The TV cut to sports. The room loosened like a held breath let go. Rafi took a long pull on a fresh coffee, made a face, then another as if daring it to get worse. “All right,” he said. “We staging or we haunting the recliners?” “Staging,” Marco said. “I don’t want my legs forgetting how to exist before 2200.” They rolled the ambulance to the lip of the apron and idled with the doors open for another minute, just to feel the night. Crisp. Clear. A whisper of warmth still trapped in the concrete from the day’s sun. One could hear the county moving—distant tires, a garage door stuttering up, the tiniest chorus of trick-or-treaters negotiating trades at a curb. (I’ll swap you two Reese’s for your full-size KitKat—no, full-size.) “So, man, why EMS?” Rafi asked, eyes on the driveway, tone idle. Kyle surprised himself by telling the truth without polishing it. “My brother, the junkie. A couple years back. I found him. Paramedics were… they were steady. They made something feel less… out of control.” He took a breath. “I figured if I could do that for somebody else, maybe—” Rafi nodded once, not dramatic. “Good reason.” Marco, not looking away from the street, added, “And a hard one. You okay on overdoses?” “I’m okay.” That much was true; he had rehearsed okay until it fit in his mouth like a mouthguard. “I’m okay.” Rafi drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “Then rule four: you’re allowed to feel later. It’s not heroism to feel nothing. It’s a one way ticket to burnout.” The radio crackled to life with a routine radio check. Rafi answered, voice flipping to that even cadence—Medical 14, clear and available. The dispatcher returned the affirmation. Kyle watched the channel indicator slide back to their home frequency. Clean. Quiet—no. Calm. They ran a lazy round of the nearby streets to “let the wheels remember,” as Rafi put it, then parked in the small cutout where ambulance employees were tolerated by the diner across from the station. The windows down half an inch cleared the stale cab air and let in hints of bacon grease and cold air. The waitress inside waved without making them come in; she knew better than to pin medics to a table. Rafi pulled a notepad from the console and flipped through three pages of scribbles. “Calls you’re likely to see tonight,” he announced into the cabin, mock-formal. “Unsupervised teenagers meeting alcohol for the first time. Parents calling 911 because their kid ate four fun-size Snickers and ‘looks pale.’ A guy who thinks he’s possessed running down the street naked because his vape pen is ninety percent THC. Lots of allergic reactions. Lots. Someone falling off a porch while adjusting a skeleton. And—if the gods really hate us—somebody’s grandma who waited all day to call and now can’t breathe.” “Also,” Marco said, “one extremely sincere haunted house actor who won’t break character while we try to take his blood pressure.” “That happened?” Kyle asked, then realized how naive it sounded. “Everything happens,” Rafi said. “Given enough time.” In the passenger mirror, a pair of teenagers drifted by at the end of the block, faces painted white, black hoodies up, a carton tucked under an arm. They clocked the ambulance the way kids clock a school mascot: half awe, half mischief. Rafi saw Kyle watching and gave a noncommittal noise. “Harmless until they’re not. Keep your windows up if you see ‘em later.” “Got it.” A breeze lifted dry leaves in a little swirl and set them down again. The sky held that deep, clean navy that meant it would be cold by midnight. Kyle listened to the steadiness—no wind, no sirens close by, just the everyday thrum of a county minding its business. If dread lived anywhere tonight, it lived in other people’s heads. The radio chirped once with a unit clearing the hospital. Nothing for them. The second hand on the dash clock ticked into 20:00. An hour of night, and all they had to show for it was coffee breath and a short list of rules. Kyle let his shoulders drop, just a notch. Across the street, a dad in a puffy vest shepherded a princess and a vampire past the diner window. The little vampire was already chewing, cape flaring with each step. “Okay,” Rafi said, settling deeper. “We wait. We listen. We don’t say the thing we don’t say.” Marco tapped the radio with a knuckle. “And we answer when it calls.” Kyle nodded. He found his spot—the space in his head where boredom and readiness braided together—and stayed there. The night held. The air was cold and clean. Somewhere not far away, kids practiced throwing their voices to sound scarier than they felt. The rig smelled like disinfectant and plastic and the faintest trace of chocolate from some wrapper that had slipped under a seat. Kyle reached into his breast pocket for his penlight, clicked it on and off—a nervous habit—and watched the circle of light bite into the dash and disappear. He didn’t have a name for the feeling that came next; it wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t excitement. It was that sense of standing at a door and hearing footsteps on the other side. Not running, not rushing—just coming. He breathed once, deep, the way instructors told you to, and let the cool air clear him out. The door would open when it opened. His hands were ready. The radio broke the quiet at 20:42 with the clean, two-tone chirp every medic’s body knew how to answer. “Medic Fourteen, respond priority one, possible allergic reaction. Pediatric patient, age nine. 214 Oakridge Lane, cross of Willow. Caller reports difficulty breathing after eating candy containing peanuts.” Rafi’s hand was already on the ignition before the dispatcher finished. “Show us en route,” he said into the mic, the calm practiced tone of someone who’d said those words ten thousand times, before yelling to the back cabin area. “Called it on the first call.” The diesel engine caught with a low growl. Kyle snapped his seat belt and swung into motion before thought could catch up—monitor bag secured, airway kit at his feet, gloves out of the box. His pulse sped, but his hands were steady. First real call of the night. The first anything. Outside, the town slid by in Halloween colors. Pumpkins glowed on porches, a few late trick-or-treaters still hopping between houses in groups. The air was crisp enough to sting his lungs when he breathed deep; the stars sharp, unblurred by cloud. No rain, no fog, just the hum of tires on clean asphalt. Marco read from the tablet. “Mom reports the kid’s swelling up fast. Says he’s allergic but didn’t have his EpiPen.” “Classic,” Rafi muttered. “People always remember the costume, never the meds.” They turned off Main and into a neighborhood where the streetlights stood farther apart. Each beam of yellow left a pocket of darkness between, full of tree branches and quiet yards. Porch decorations rocked gently in the night air. Kyle leaned forward between the seats, eyes scanning numbers. “Oakridge Lane—on the right.” “There,” Marco pointed. “Blue house, porch light flashing.” Rafi pulled to the curb, killed the siren but left the flashers painting the siding in red pulses. Parents were already outside—mom waving, dad pacing tight circles in the driveway. Kyle grabbed the airway bag and followed Marco up the path. Inside was chaos in miniature: candy wrappers everywhere, a child sitting upright on the couch, face blotched and puffy, breaths short and whistling. The mother’s voice trembled between words. “He—he grabbed the wrong candy—I didn’t—he’s allergic to peanuts—” “Okay,” Marco said, gentle but firm, kneeling in front of the boy. “You did the right thing calling. We’ve got him.” Kyle dropped to one knee, opened the med kit, found the auto-injector, thumbed off the safety cap. He’d practiced this motion on oranges until he could do it blind. “I’ve got epi ready.” Rafi stood behind them, starting vitals—pulse ox clipped to a finger, cuff around the small arm. “Go ahead.” Kyle placed the injector, counted under his breath, pressed, held. The boy flinched, then gasped, and the wheeze turned to a rough inhale. Color crept back toward pink. The mother started crying from relief. “Good response,” Marco said quietly. “Let’s get him loaded for transport. Mom, you can ride in the transport with us and have dad follow in the car.” Rafi called out vitals for the report: “Pulse 110, sat 94 and climbing, BP 92/58, respirations 28.” He nodded toward Kyle. “Bag the wrappers, bring one for the hospital.” Kyle gathered the torn candy pieces into a glove, tying off the end like evidence. One wrapper was smeared in chocolate and what might have been grass—probably dropped in a yard—but when he turned it in his hand, he noticed two faint indentations along the edge. For a split second he thought teeth marks, then corrected himself: Probably just creased. He shoved it into his pocket and helped lift. They wheeled the stretcher down the walkway. Somewhere up the street, laughter exploded—a group of kids sprinting past, voices high on sugar. One yelled, “Cool lights, dude!” as they ran by, a chorus of sneakers slapping pavement. The boy’s father jogged alongside, out of breath and holding an Epi pen as well. “He started coughing maybe five minutes ago, I ran—” Rafi raised a hand, slowing him. “We’ve got him. Follow us in your car if you want, but don’t tailgate the rig.” They loaded the patient, clicked the stretcher into the floor mount. Kyle climbed in beside him, Marco took the jump seat. The doors slammed; the sound sealed them into a bubble of light and soft mechanical beeps. Rafi’s voice came through the intercom. “All right, gentlemen. County General?” “Yep,” Marco answered. “Let’s ride.” The ambulance eased from the curb. Kyle switched on low cabin light and monitored the boy’s breathing—still fast but smoother now. He offered oxygen through the pediatric mask, adjusting flow until the boy’s chest rose easy. “You doing okay, buddy?” Kyle asked. The boy nodded slightly, eyes wide but focused. “Yeah… I’m… okay.” “You’re doing great. Just breathe slowly.” Marco filled out the electronic chart, fingers tapping softly. “Kid’s lucky. Textbook reaction, textbook fix.” Kyle smiled faintly, adrenaline beginning to ebb. For the first time that night, he felt the job click into place—fear giving way to procedure, chaos shrinking to something you could measure in numbers on a screen. Then came the first thunk. A hollow pop on the side panel, then another—thwack, thwack. Wet, flat sounds. Rafi’s voice burst through the intercom. “What the hell—?” Kyle glanced at Marco. “Tire?” Marco leaned toward the small rear window, then laughed, short and disbelieving. “Nope. We’re getting egged. Fuckin’ teenagers these days man. That’s going to be a bitch to get cleaned off.” Outside, a trio of teenagers darted from the shadow of a hedge, their silhouettes briefly caught in the strobe of the light bar. One threw again, the egg bursting in a smear that slid down the glass. Rafi laid on the air horn. The kids scattered, shrieking with laughter. “Happy Halloween to us,” Marco muttered, shaking his head. “God, I really hate this job.” Kyle let out a shaky breath that turned into a laugh he hadn’t expected. The boy on the stretcher even managed a weak smile beneath the oxygen mask. “See?” Kyle told him. “You’re not missing much out there.” Rafi’s voice came back, dry. “Remind me to file for emotional damages. Damn near spilled my coffee.” The rest of the drive was uneventful. The monitor’s rhythm smoothed, the pulse settled under a hundred, and the boy’s breathing evened out to sleepy sighs. Marco called to report to the ER: age, cause, treatment, response. Routine, professional, steady. When they pulled beneath the bright wash of the hospital canopy, Kyle hopped out first, unlatched the stretcher, and guided it down the ramp. The automatic doors opened, releasing a breath of warm air that smelled faintly of antiseptic and cafeteria soup. “County EMS to Bay 3. County EMS to Bay 3.” The tinny sounding speaker overhead announced their arrival, as one of the nurses pointed them in the correct direction from the ambulance bay. A nurse waved them through triage. “Room three. They’re ready.” Within minutes, the boy was transferred to a hospital bed, IV equipment switched over, parents ushered in by social work. Rafi finished the handoff with the attending physician and met Kyle and Marco by the door. “Good work, newbie. Nurses were happy you got an 18 guage in him,” he said simply. Kyle nodded, feeling the rush of quiet after action—the echo of purpose that hung in the chest once adrenaline drained away. Outside, under the floodlights, he noticed the streaks of egg on the side of the rig drying to a pale crust. He wiped one with a gloved thumb, the shell grit scratching faintly against paint. Marco grinned at him. “Congratulations, rookie. First Halloween call, textbook save, and you’ve been officially hazed by the disobedient youth of America.” Rafi climbed into the driver’s seat, calling back, “We should start a bet on who cleans the rig. My vote’s for the guy whose handwriting is still legible.” Kyle rolled his eyes, half-smiling, and climbed in. The engine rumbled to life again, and the ambulance eased out of the bay toward the cool dark streets waiting beyond. Through the windshield, the night looked clean and harmless—porches still lit, windless trees, candy wrappers skittering across asphalt like leaves. For now, it was just another shift. And for the first time since clock-in, Kyle believed it might actually stay that way. — By midnight, the tempo of the night had found them. Calls rolled in steady, a rhythm that carried them through the quiet neighborhoods and back again: chest pain at a retirement complex, a drunk fall in a parking lot, a teenager with a panic attack after too much caffeine and a vape pen that wasn’t just nicotine. Each run blurred into the next—the routine calls that defined the job. The air outside had grown colder, the smell of dry leaves sharp enough to bite. Trick-or-treaters were gone, replaced by the late-night crowd: bar hoppers in costume makeup flaking off, voices slurred into laughter. Kyle started to recognize the small sounds of fatigue in Rafi’s voice, the sigh in Marco’s. They joked less now, talking mostly in shorthand. “You got the monitor?” “Yeah.” “Vitals clean?” “Clean enough.” They cleared a call near the industrial park—false alarm, a man sleeping behind a warehouse mistaken for a body—then another for a domestic dispute that turned into a refusal when both parties decided they loved each other again, dry humping on the couch in the living room. It was the kind of night that trained you to be patient, to keep the machine in motion. Then the odd calls began. A report of a smash and grab at a convenience store, only to find the place completely empty. PD cleared them before they arrived—nobody there to transport. A welfare check at a motel, where the occupant swore something was crawling in the walls. No injuries, just fear and the smell of bleach. And then the call from dispatch that made Rafi stop mid-sentence. A voice over the radio, hesitant for once. “Medic Fourteen, respond to multiple injuries, possible assault outside the InfraRed Club, 8130 Fifth Avenue. PD on scene requesting medical.” The words hung there. The InfraRed wasn’t just any nightclub—it was one of those places that pulled half the city’s drunks and ODs and a good share of its trouble. Halloween there usually meant fights, but multiple injuries at once was a different tone entirely. Rafi put the rig in gear. “Here we go again.” Marco tapped the address into the tablet, the glow washing his face pale. “Reports are saying five, maybe six victims. Some kind of animal attack? PD’s still sorting it out.” Kyle blinked. “Animal attack? In the warehouse district?” “That’s what they said.” The tires hummed as they picked up speed, passing the quiet suburban streets and heading back toward the city lights. Ahead, the skyline shimmered faintly with blue and red strobes bouncing off glass. The radio chatter grew thick—units calling in, updates overlapping. “… unknown assailant—” “… requesting additional units for crowd control—” “… bites and lacerations—possible dog, large—” Kyle felt that small, familiar tightening in his chest. Not fear, exactly—just awareness sharpening. He checked the airway kit, more out of habit than necessity. “We’re really going to another dog call?” Rafi’s eyes stayed on the road. “If it walks like a dog and barks like a dog… it’s probably just some nut job in a dog outfit outside a gay nightclub.” Marco didn’t laugh this time. “Helixion’s two miles from there.” The siren wound up, a long, rising note that sliced through the night. Storefronts flashed by in streaks of orange and silver; the world compressed to light and sound and motion. Kyle tightened his seat belt and looked out at the streets rushing past—costumes, flashing lights, faces turning toward the noise. For a moment he caught a reflection in a window: three figures inside the ambulance, framed in red light, racing toward something they didn’t understand. Dispatch came back on the air, voice clipped and urgent. “Medic Fourteen, be advised—PD reports at least one officer injured. Scene not yet secured.” Rafi’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t slow down. “Copy. We’ll stage a block out.” He turned on to Fifth. The city opened in front of them—a smear of flashing lights, a crowd spilling into the street, something chaotic at its center. Kyle could see shapes moving—officers, bystanders, maybe victims. The scene pulsed like a heartbeat. He felt the shift inside him again—the edge between the world he knew and whatever waited ahead. “Welcome to Halloween,” Rafi muttered, killing the siren. “Let’s earn our keep.” The rig rolled forward into the light.

I think that would be great. I have been to some events in SOCAL where that were playing amateurish OF loops, and can confirm that there was some great fucking at those events, although I didn't really have time to pay much attention to the porn that was playing. I believe Club 541 in Palm Springs, plays OF on some of their monitors, but always find way to many other things to do rather than watch the porn.

Met a guy at a rest stop. It was late and cold. We walked to his truck it was hugh. We stripped and i sucked him then he fucked me in the fold out bed and after he asked if I wanted to go for a short ride for him to drop off the trailer in the morning. I moved my car to a better spot. Then climbed back in. He wanted me to be naked in the back of the cab as we drove off. We rode for a few hours till he pulled over and came back and fucked me again. Then continued on the trip. Buy eairly morning we arrived where he switched trailers to head back. I was still naked all this time. He drove to a rest stop to get food and came back with a friend as he climbed in I was told to please him so he fucked me as the other sat in the driver's seat watching. When finished he left and he started the truck handed me food and we drove off. He asked if i wanted to do a cross country trip with him. I said sounds good but couldn't get the time. He was on the phone a few times as I just laid there as we drove to another rest stop. A guy came up to the truck and climbed in. He said to me he wanted to meet you. As he climbed to the back he pulled me out to get my ass over and he fucked me as the other watched. The guy left as I got back to the bed and he came over and said your a fun whore. He pulled me over to look at my ass and said it looks better now as he climbed up pulled his pants down and pounded the hell out of me. Climbed off pulled his pants up and started the truck as we drove off. After a few hours we got to the rest stop where we met. He said you can go now as I got dressed and climbed out of the truck. Fun few days.

When I bottom it's a sure sign the man inside me is beginning to ejaculate when he goes balls deep, I feel his dick expand and all I feel is the throbbing, knowing each pulse is a volley of his seed entering me.

Took this hot load in the gloryhole booth at my local ABS last time I visited

I was an idiot and had forgotten to turn the sound off on my phone. The trilling “bloop” of the Grindr app echoed in the backseat. As I fumbled for my phone it trilled 3 more times, I looked up and saw the eyes of my driver in the rearview mirror. Nothing was said as I set my notifications to silent and fumbled with my rapidly hardening cock. Closer to my destination he pulled into a quiet parking lot at the entrance to some forest trails. “Sorry, I have to urinate”, he said in a soft Middle Eastern accent. I watched his muscular, olive skinned body get out of the car and walk toward the treeline. When he returned to his car he sat in the driver’s seat, not starting the car, staring into the rearview mirror until I finally looked up. “There are other ways to tip your driver, my friend.”, he said. “I don’t understand”, I said, a puzzled look crossing my face “Don’t be naive. I heard that notification on your phone. I hear it all the time when driving and we both know what it is for. You can supplement my tip now, or walk the rest of your trip”. My mouth dropped open as he got out of the car again and opened the rear door beside me. I turned my head to be face to face with a thick, olive, cock. His hand reached out, grabbed my chin, and pulled it toward the circumcised head of his semi-flaccid penis. Instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed onto my moist tongue. I closed my eyes and started to suck, unbuckling my seatbeat and turning toward him to be in a better position for what was to come. My driver took this as an invitation to ramp up his desires, grabbed the back of my head, and impaled me on his rapidly lengthening manhood. I gagged and felt my breath cut off. He held my head until I started squirming and my eyes began to water. He released me and I pulled back, his slime-covered cock sliding out of my mouth. My eyes widened as I saw the beast in front of me. I did a quick measurement with my hand and his rock hard cock was about 8.5-9 inches in length, and 7 inches in circumference. Before I could catch my breath I felt his hands grip the side of my head and impale my skull again on his cock, setting up a rhythm of 4 quick shallow thrusts, followed by a deep invasion of my throat that he held for what seemed like an eternity, cutting off my air supply until he heard me gaga and start to squirm against his grasp. With each deep thrust he tried to drive deeper into my throat, making sure I couldn’t adapt to his needs and wouldn’t forget who was in charge. After about 5 minutes he thrust as deep as he could, my nose being pushed into his trimmed pubic patch, as he held my head for the longest period yet, before finally releasing my head and pulling out of my mouth, a thick stream of slime connecting my mouth to his manhood. I looked up through tear-streaked eyes, gasping to refill my lungs with air. “Get your pants off.”, he demanded, “You haven’t tipped enough”. I turned my body fully toward the open back door and fumbled with my pants, hurriedly opening them and pulling them to my ankles. He snorted a laugh at the blue and yellow jockstrap I was wearing. Lifting my legs by my ankles he pushed me onto my back and pulled off my pants, shoes, and socks in one fluid motion. He yanked my now naked legs apart to expose my newly shaved hole. He sneered when he saw my flaccid cock, already submitting to his superior masculinity. He spit on his fingers and moved them to my hole, roughly shoving in two fingers before quickly adding a third. I moaned and squirmed against the invasion as he roughly opened my hole. I could feel my body surrendering to him and I started craving his cock. I need that monster in me, molding me to his desires. My eyes were closed and I was moaning softly when I felt his fingers leave me and his thick cockhead press against my hole. I sucked in a quick breath as his invasion began. Despite my efforts to relax my hole I could still feel the stretch as his cockhead eventually slipped in, followed by the unrelenting incursion of his shaft. What followed was 10-15 minutes of furious, unstoppable, rutting; a man using a submissive for his own pleasure and biological needs. I held on for dear life (figuratively and literally grabbing any handhold I could find), pushing back against the onslaught, trying to force my hole to relax. Finally, I heard a loud bellow and a final thrust, his manhood breeding my hole and marking me as his forever. Breathing hard, he pulled out, leaving a gaping sloppy cavern where my hole once was. Reaching into the car, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a somewhat seated position, forcing his slimy cock into my mouth for me to clean. Reaching down he picked my pants and shoes off the ground before throwing them at me, slamming the car door, and driving me to my destination.

Part I- Alexander For years I have been thirsting after jocks and fit guys. In middle school I used to sneak peaks in the locker room, and while I was in high school I jacked off in the stalls watching through the slats at whatever bit of skin and muscle appeared. My sexual luck stops there though, I turn eighteen tomorrow morning and yet I still haven’t gotten my cherry popped. Its starting to really get me desperate to the point where I am straight up drooling at my Dad and older brother Ryan whenever they get out of the shower. Both are in great shape to say the least, Dad took to the divorce by hitting the gym and Ryan plays recreational lacrosse while taking college courses online. Their bodies have become the only source of male nudity to me after graduation. After years of these longing stares that dart away before they can notice, I have memorized everything; the shape of Dad’s chest hair that is always warming his pecs looking like well-trimmed fur, his pubes which reach far above the sagging towels he drapes over his dick. Same can be said for my big brother, Ryan is smoother than Dad but his skin is a perfect sun-kissed tan with muscle definition that shocks as soon as the shirt comes off. God, the amount of times I have dreamt of even getting the chance to see the cocks at the base of their cum gutter abdominals. But as always I have to keep dreaming of what those forbidden dicks would feel like in me. Lately though, they seem to almost be showing themselves off more and more. My mind comes back to reality as I hear them return from the gym. ”Ey, Alex! How is my lil bro doing? Any plans for his last night of being a kid?” I chuckle to myself as my thoughts were anything but child-like seeing the sweat glisten off their bodies as they strip their shirts off and get comfortable. ”No, I wish, I am probably just going to turn in early tonight. Was hoping to head out on the town sometime tomorrow and see how it feels as an adult.” I hear Dad stifle a laugh as he walks by me to his bedroom. ”Sure son, just get some sleep alright. Sounds like you have a big day ahead of you.” “Oh shit, I forgot to mention you will be on your own for dinner. Me and Dad have to run an important errand for a class I am in.” ”Ugh, really? Fine, I will be alright. See you tomorrow I guess.” “Trust me, I will make it up to you baby bro.” ”Yeah, yeah.” I shut my door loudly in annoyance and pout to myself. Fuck, I wish I could have at least not been on my own tonight. The sun’s light is starting to dim as it dips below the tree-line and my room is flooded with its hues. If they would have just ran the damn errand I might have had some time with them before bed. Whatever, tomorrow I am losing my virginity one way or another. I have the local bathhouse address saved to my phone and some of the sex shops as well for some lube and whatever else catches my eye. Yeah. Tomorrow is the day.

This is my first time writing a story like this. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys would be willing to give. Hope you like it. Part I-Agreeing to Meet So boy, are you gonna come over? With my hand wrapped around my dick, slowly pumping up and down, I tried to think about how to respond. On the one hand, fuck yea I wanted to come over! I had been chatting with this Daddy on BBRT and couldn’t stop staring at the pics we traded. He was fucking hot! Killer abs. Chiseled face. Sick tattoos. And a big, fat, dick. All I wanted was to get on all fours, slobber that cock up, and have him ram it up my butt. But on the other hand, I couldn’t actually take a raw dick up my ass. That was just a fantasy, not something I actually did. Staring at his biohazard tattoo reminded me even more of why it was such a bad idea. I didn’t want HIV. The chance of being infected just wasn’t worth the risk, even if his dick was gorgeous. Still, I was horny. The more I stared at his picture, the more I needed his dick. A taste. That’s all I needed. I let go of my dick and carefully typed my answer. I’m not sure Daddy. If I did I’d only be willing to blow you. Would that be alright? Anxiously I waited for his reply. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. It wasn’t long ago that the idea of not using a condom wouldn’t have crossed my mind, and here I was chatting with a guy on a hook up site where barebacking was the whole point. As much as I knew using condoms was the smart thing to do, the idea of using them had become less and less appealing in the last few months ever since I found Breeding Zone. At first I had been disgusted with it. I mean how could someone be proud of taking load after load from men they didn’t even know? But before long I was addicted. It became the site I went to daily. I grew to especially love stories where guys who were hesitant about taking dick raw ended up craving it. If I’m honest that’s what happened to me. Getting loads, especially anonymous ones, had become the first thing I thought of in the morning and the last thing I thought of when I went to sleep. So of course I made a profile on BBRT as well. I was even honest about what I really wanted in my profile: Virgin looking for a Daddy to teach me how to be a cumdump. Ultimate goal: Take loads daily. That’s probably why I was trembling. This Daddy had messaged me expecting to make a cumdump out of me, and all I asking for was a blowjob. I was sure he was going to turn me down. But maybe that was a good thing. Was this really what I wanted? I mean sure, maybe I had been wanting to find a glory hole and suck dick without ever seeing a guys face. And perhaps I fantasized about being the center of a gang bang where guys shouted how they were pumping my pussy full of toxic cum. Maybe I even dreamed of having a Daddy look me in the eyes as he fucked me and told me he was making me his poz bitch boy for life. But again that was fantasy. Not reality. Sure boy, can you come over now? Fuck. He still wanted me to come over. I wasn’t sure what to do. Taking another look at his picture I focused on his biohazard tattoo. No. I couldn’t do this. It was wrong. Reckless. Stupid. I knew better. I started to type my answer, intending to say I didn’t think it was a good idea anymore when I focused more on his dick. Mine was still hard and I needed release. I knew if I just finished the job I’d be fine. Once I came I’d be over this and logging off would be a given. I grabbed my dick again and jacked away, trying to come as quickly as possible. But that just made my need to get that dick in my mouth grow. I let go of my dick, now hornier then ever. I wondered, is this really worth the risk? Yes Daddy. I can be there within thirty minutes. So with that I logged off and went to the Daddy’s apartment. If I had known how that encounter would change my life I probably wouldn’t have gone. I’m so glad I did. To Be Continued

Chapter 14 - The Final Chapter ———- Jacob ———— There was a soft humming coming from somewhere but I couldn’t place where. I had no clue what time it was. The room was dim and quite save the hum. I was in bed tucked under what felt like 7 blankets. I vaguely remember my time praising the porcelain thrown. Then Buck came and took me to a doctor. Since then I have been sleeping with him occasionally waking me to take some medicine or drink water. He tried to get me to eat at one point I think but it wasn’t successful. I moved to sit up and got half way there before I felt light headed and started to fall over. The humming stopped and gentle but strong hands course corrected me to where I was sitting up my back against the headboard of the bed. I looked up to see Trevor smiling at me. He had been the one humming, I remember him doing it before when we were slow at the shop. He brought his hand up to my head as a way to check my temperature I assumed. “Hello sleepy head. You don’t seem to be running a fever. How are you feeling?” “Not great. My mouth is dry, I have aches all over, and I am a little dizzy.” I answered him honestly. ”Here drink some of this water.” He told me handing me a glass. He then went to the door keeping me in his sight. He hollard something down into the main living space but I didn’t really catch it. My mind seemed to be a little cloudy still. A moment later Trev’s mom walked into the room and came over to my bed and sat beside me. She greeted me gently and then took out a thermometer and took my temperature. She also looked all over me, at my eyes, in my throat, etc. Trev had told me she used to work as a nurse many years ago before become a stay at home wife. While she was doing that Trev had excused himself to the living room to make a call. He returned a few minutes later with Buck trailing behind him. Mom got up and went over to Buck and talked to him in hushed tones as Trev came over and sat with me and held my hand. I started to zone out a little until I felt Buck put a tray stand over my lap. Mom put a bowl of soup on the tray. Before I ate Trev and mom said good bye, mom giving my head a kiss before they left. “So am I going to live?” I asked my voice coming out rough and weak. ”Of course you don’t think I’d let anything happen to one of my scorpion boys?” He asked me. “No, but why do I feel like I am close to death then?” I asked half joking half serious. “Well it’s part bad news part good news. You are in the process of seroconversion and the bad news is your body had an extreme reaction to it. Worst then any of the other scorpion boys. However the good news is the blood tests confirm you are the newest scorpion boy!” My mind froze for a minute processing the news. Then it hit me, I was HIV positive. The power to change someone’s life forever now ran through my body. I had accomplished a life goal I didn’t know I had as recently as a month ago. I was a Scorpion boy! I knew exactly where I would put the scorpion tattoo too. Right in the center of my chest. The same place the shop logo rests on my chest when I wear one of the shop aprons. It be perfect there. I also knew I wasn’t going on meds anytime soon and that I planned to enjoy my time as a toxic scorpion boy. Spreading Daddy Scorpion’s strain as much as I could before I absolutely had to go on medication for it. “That’s awesome Daddy Scorpion!! You made me one of your boys!! The sickness will be worth it! When can we get my tattoo?” I blurted out while trying to move to get up. “Whoa there boy, hold on a minute. We will get it after you get feeling better. The doc says you will be out of commission for about a week. Plus we need to go back for a follow up visit with him in a week or so to check everything over. Then we can get your tattoo after that.” Buck told me as he gently but firmly pushed me back into my spot sitting against the headboard. “Ok, well then can you at least fuck my newly toxic hole daddy?” I asked smiling at him devilishly. “I will make you a deal boy, eat all your food and then I will fuck a load into you newly poz hole. But I will do all the work. I don’t want you over exerting yourself.” I immediately started to eat everything on my tray. The food made me feel a little better honestly. When I was done Buck removed the tray and tray stand from the bed. He took them into the kitchen and returned. He bent down and kissed me deeply then helped me strip naked and told me to lay over the bed. It put my ass up without me having to hold doggy position which I really don’t think I could have done if I tried to. I heard Buck strip behind me then felt his strong hands cup my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and spit on my hole. Then his finger massaged it without entering. Then another spit glob followed by more massaging. His tongue touched my hole and made a moan escape my throat. He started to eat it deep as he continued to play with my asscheeks mildly slapping them every so often. Buck moved up from behind me his body cupping mine till his mouth was at my right ear and he started to kiss behind it. I felt his big fat cock head at my hole slightly pushing against it but not enough to get it in me even with me pushing out. His kisses moved from behind my ear to down my neck, then switched to my left side to repeat. Buck had me hard as a rock and my hole craving his big dick. I tried to move back against his head but he growled subtly to let me know that I was moving faster than he wanted. His dick continued to play with my hole opening as he kissed me and ran his hands up and down my sides. His big body pressed against mine. The warmth of him keeping me warm as if I was still under the blankets. “You ready for Daddy Scorpion to open that now poz boy hole” he asked in a deep gravely voice. “Yes please put in me daddy. Recharge me!” I begged. “The doc said that our first night fucking was probably what knocked you up boy. The timeframe works out for it that way. Daddy took your cherry and impregnated you all at the same time” he told me as his head popped through my hole and he held it so that was all that was in me. “Really? Daddy took my v-card and made me his for life all in one night. That is so hot!!!” I replied as I tried to hold my moans of pleasure from his fat dick head opening my hole. “Oh yes, and I plan to keep recharging you just like all my other scorpion boys!” He said as he pushed the rest of his 8 raw fat poz inches into my hole balls deep in one stoke. He slowly fucked my hole using long strokes to hit my prostate just right. He was gentle as he fucked me. Which was good because I don’t think I could take a hard fuck in my current condition. Buck continued to kiss my neck and behind my ears as one hand roamed my body while he used the other to steady himself as he fucked my poz boy hole. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer and shoot a huge load, my first poz load, all over myself the sheets hands free. My hole squeezes from me cumming which made daddy scorpion growl in my ear. On his next stroke balls deep he moaned deeply as he flooded my hole with is dirty seed. We laid there in that position for a few minutes till Buck got up off of me. His half hard dick plopping from my hole. He told me to hold still and went to the bathroom coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned my backside along with my cum smeared stomach and crotch. He helped me climb into bed and crawled behind me to cuddled me. He pulled the blankets over us and told me to close my eyes and rest. As the cold/fever/pain medicine kicked back in I feel asleep dreaming of walking out of the tattoo shop with my fresh ink marking for all the world to see me as one of daddy’s scorpion boy! ——— Buck ———— It had been a wild few of months. I had hired and then pozzed my fifth scorpion boy, Jacob. I helped nurse him through the worst case of the fuck flu I had ever seen. After that we got him set up with my doctor, like all the boys, for regular blood work and monitoring. He pestered me for weeks till I took him to the tattoo shop and got his scorpion mark on his chest. He was so proud that day and every day since to wear my mark. He has also been using his hole (and his dick a time or two) to spread my strain. It was February now and Jacob had been with the shop for 6 months. All the other scorpion boys (save Jayden that left and opened a spot for Jacob) still worked at the shop. Trevor has been the assistant manager since before Halloween. The shop has been very busy beating last year sales year by 12%. It was our record sales year! I provided a holiday party in December and gave out fat bonus checks to all the staff. Jacob used his to pay me for his Camry. Ant used his to get a second bike to start working on and fixing up. Trevor put his into a new car to bring back to life. He and Ant loved working on vehicles together. Lane and Kenny also treated themselves with their bonuses. They had all earned that money. We had been so busy we’d all been working massive overtime. It had just slowed down enough the last week that I’d been able to get everything caught up and run the numbers. We could hire on two new staff with our current and projected sales without stressing the shop or cutting hours to any of the scorpion boys. I had Ant put the “Now Hiring” sign up in the window last night before he left after closing. This morning I was opening with Jacob. Trevor would be in right before the lunch rush to take the kitchen so I could float. We had been open 10 minutes when Jacob asked me to come up front. Since I the pizzas in the oven had a few minutes left I walked around to the front. Standing on the other side of the counter were two young men. In fact identical twins. I’d guess 20 or 21. Both tall around 6’3-6’4 and very lanky. They had matching blonde hair and emerald eyes. One of the twins stepped forward introduced them to me. The one talking was Vance and his brother was Lance. I introduced myself and shook their hands. I asked Jacob to go check on the pizzas before turning back ti the twins to ask how I could help them. Lance spoke up and told me they were both there to apply for the job opening. I went through the same basic stuff I always did. Made sure they were over 18 (they are 20). I also found out they were going to the local college near by and needed a job to help ends meet. I offered them an interview slot for the next morning before we opened. It was my day off and Trevor was scheduled to open with Jacob but I’d come in for this interview for sure. My cock was thickening and filling in my pants behind the counter as we made the arrangements to meet in the morning. We said our good byes as I made my way to the back. Jacob smiled at me as he came up to me and grabbed my obvious budge in my pants. He kissed me briefly. “Looks like the magic hiring sign has done its trick again. I hope they work out, both look like they would be a fun ride!” He said as he released my hard dick and sauntered back up front. I thought to myself that he isn’t wrong. We may have 2 new scorpion boys by Memorial Day! ————————- This will be the final chapter of this particular story. I have greatly enjoyed writing it and love that so many others have enjoyed it too. There may be spin off stories in the future but I felt this was a good ending for this one. Plus it’s always good to shift gears write something fresh then come back to expand later. I really have appreciated all the support and kind words. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as you have the rest. Look for more stories to come!!!

For a few years, I had a nasty fuck bud on the DL named Jed who was a gay porn movie producer. Jed regularly stuffed my pussy with his big bare cock on Sunday mornings while my boyfriend attended choir rehearsal and then sang at two church services. I got my pussy hole ready for Jed’s cock one Sunday morning as soon as I kissed my boyfriend goodbye and sent him on his way. Jed had a 3-story townhouse and an elderly family member with mobility issues lived with him. The family member was always home on the third floor when I quietly let myself in through the unlocked front door. That morning like normal, I stepped out of my shorts and stripped off my shirt as soon as I closed the door, leaving me wearing only my athletic socks and shoes. As always, I turned to face the door that led from the entryway to the garage, with my ass facing the stairway. I heard the heavy footsteps of my buddy’s big feet descending to where my pussy waited for his long hard 9” schlong, and as Jed reached the landing to the open entry way, I bent over slightly at the waist, presenting my ass to him. As he approached me, I heard the guttural sound of Jed sucking up throat snot into his closed mouth and then hocking the loogie onto the lumbar area of my lower back from a good two feet away with amazing precision. I felt the snotball slide into cleft area at the top of my ass crack, gravity causing his throat slime to slide down between my ass cheeks to my twitching pucker hole like a fucking slug on a mission. Because I faced the door to the garage, I could not see Jed as he approached, but I knew he was fully clothed like always, likely wearing a t-shirt, and having his rock-hard cock pulled out through the open fly of his boxers, shorts, or pajamas. The head of Jed’s cock arrived at my twitching hole at the same time as the loogie, and he unceremoniously jabbed his cock inside of me hands-free. As Jed pushed his solid cock inside of me in one fluid motion, I raised myself up straight and his cock pushed my body against the door to the garage. At that moment, Jed belched loudly in my ear, a signature move for him while he fucked me, and I felt my bunghole start to burn from T he must have sprinkled on the head of his cock before coming downstairs. I panicked a bit since I didn’t normally do T, but was unable to focus on that because he immediately started railing me from behind. The experience was so fucking intense that I started to moan. Jeb covered my mouth with his hand as he belched loudly in my ear again and said, “Can’t have daddy hearing my bitch in heat…Come with me.” And with that, he grabbed me tightly around my chest from behind with his right arm and pulled me away from the door to the garage and he turned me about 90 degrees. He opened the door to the garage with his left hand, belched again, and ordered, “Let’s go!” He turned me toward the open door and pushed me through the doorway and into the garage with his dick still buried up my ass. I almost stumbled as I did not see the small step down into the garage, but his impaled cock and his arm wrapped tightly around my chest kept me from tripping. Jed pushed me forward until I was wedged between him and the passenger door of his truck. He let out a loud fart with this cock buried to the hilt, another signature move of Jed's while he fucked me. He belched loudly again as he started pounding my pussy with fierce determination. Jed continued to fiercely fuck me, belching and farting loudly as he used my pussy. After a good long time with his mouth up against my ear, Jed announced, “Jimmy’s gonna take my fucking babies up his pussy. Jimmy’s gonna become my pregnant little bitch!” And with that, he let out a deep moan and dumped his kids deep inside of me. Jed belched again loudly as he pulled his cock out of me, ordering me not to move. I was in a daze as I continued to lean against the side of his truck. I was thoroughly and totally fucked quite literally, and I was still horny as fucking hell. I just needed a moment to catch my breath. My respite was interrupted when Jed jammed his still rock-hard cock back up inside my pussy again hands-free, and I felt a new burning sensation, as he said, “You’re gonna thank me for this later!” I moaned “What the fuck!” in desperation, as Jed said, “Time to give you some more kids,” and he fucked me for another 10 minutes. Jed finally yelled “Time to knock you up and make little Jed Jr.!!!” as he grunted and dumped another few million baby makers deep inside my used pussy. Jed eventually pulled out and announced, “You’re not done yet.” I turned to face him with a look of disbelief on my face. How could he possibly fuck me more?! He smirked at me and farted, as he pulled a small slip of paper out of the pocket of his pajamas and handed it to me. It was an address. I stared at the paper as he told me to get dressed because my pussy had somewhere to be. With that, Jed turned away and walked through the door, back into the front entry, and back upstairs without another word. “What the fuck?!” I thought to myself as I followed him as far as the front door. I got myself dressed and quietly left through the front door, planning my driving route to the address on the paper. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the address. I looked at the clock and realized I still had plenty of time. Between choir rehearsal and the two church services, I had another two hours before my boyfriend would arrive back home. After parking, I found the front door and an access panel to the apartment building. I pressed the unit number provided on the slip of paper and the front door buzzed to let me in. I found my way to the second floor and knocked on the appropriate door. As the door opened, my mouth fell open. The man who greeted me ushered me in and closed the door. He started undressing, stating that Jed assured him I was a good pussy fuck, and my cunt could take care of his morning wood and morning load. As I slowly stepped out of my shorts and stripped off my shirt, the lightbulb went off…Jed produced gay porn…That explained why I was in the presence of a familiar porn star who was in the early years of his career. As he stripped naked, I recognized that 9.5” thick curvy cock. I was mesmerized by his man meat as he said, “You are probably going to need these,” as he handed me a large brown bottle. I uncapped the bottle and used them, as he came closer and towered over me. This guy, who we’ll call “Andy,” motioned me to get on my hands and knees on his couch. He grabbed lube and rubbed some on my puffy pussy with his rough hands and also squeezed a good amount on his big cock. I braced myself as I felt the head of his immense cock at my back door. He pushed in saying, "Open wide and say "aah,'" and I intuitively did as instructed, as I felt the head of his cock opening me up wide. I encouraged him to go slow and he was respectful, but his cock had no choice other than to open me up wide because it was so thick. I felt so stuffed it was like I was fucking constipated. Andy pushed in a bit further and I started to open up more, thanks to the prep work Jed did on my hole. I remembered Jed saying, “You’re going to thank me for this later” when I felt the 2nd burn, and I realized I might not have been able to take this massive cock otherwise. As this porn stud’s cock stretched my pussy, I felt every part of this cock against my fuck tunnel. Andy’s cock was literally scratching my deep burning itch and the more his cock scratched that itch, the more my pussy craved it. I started to moan from the center of my being, and the massive cock picked up the pace. In that moment, I was an uncontrollable bitch in heat that needed Andy’s cock fucking me as if my very life depended on it. I became a horny, incoherent, babbling slut. Andy grabbed my hips and pounded me with the horsepower of a fucking freight train. He finally thrusted forward with a roar that bounced off the walls, and he grabbed my hips with his huge hands, fully skewering me as he dumped his morning load, my pussy having successfully done its job. My eyes bug out and I cried out “oh fuck!” as I simultaneously came hands-free, uncontrollably dumping my load all over Andy's fucking couch… One hour later I was in the shower, touching my puffy and tenderized pussy, thanks to two phenomenal cocks pounding it within an inch of my life. As the hot water washed over my sore body, I thought about all that man meat and how this was a morning I would never forget. I heard my boyfriend enter the bathroom. I opened the shower curtain a bit so I could stick my head out but still be behind the curtain from the neck down. I gave my boyfriend a kiss and asked him if church was good. He said it was awesome and asked me if I had a good morning. I was concerned the wear and tear on my body would give away my secret. “I think I had too much to drink last night because I feel totally wiped out this morning,” I meekly said to him in an attempt cover my tracks and hope a fake hangover looked similar to me being totally and thoroughly fucked by a gay porn movie producer and a well-known porn star. I closed the curtain and returned to showering as my boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom. I stifled a moan as I could not help but stick most of my soapy hand up my totally stretched and wrecked pussy, deeper than it had ever been by a good amount. I felt like I had been run over by a Mack Truck, but I was also in a state of bliss. I got shit-eating grin on my face as I thought about the next time I pulled up a porn video of my new favorite porn star, for my boyfriend and me to jerk off to on our large flat-screen TV screen that consumed a good portion of our bedroom wall. I started to quietly stroke my cock as my boyfriend yelled out that he was changing out of his church clothes and then would start making us lunch…Fuck me, I love my life!!!

Looks tasty 😋

Part III- Alexander I wake up in the dark to a burning sensation and a heavy object lying on top of me. ”OW, what the fuck!” I glance to the clock illuminating the room. 12:01. My eyes adjust to find my sheet ripped off of me and my nude brother in between my legs pushing them higher up to his shoulders. ”I am sorry it burns little bro, but give your hole a second, I gave you a really big bump. I couldn’t wait any longer to claim your pussy.” Fuck. My dick spasmed at the word. I feel precum ooze out its head as the intense burning morphs into a hunger unlike anything I felt before. Ryan flicks on a LED strip on the ceiling casting the room in a blue and pink glow. Before I can say anything he dips his fingers in my hole again and I moan instantly as he scissors them back and forth. ”Goddamn bro, fuck what are you doing to my hole.” Ryan grabs my chin as spits in my face. ”Rule Number One: Your holes are mine now, you are your older brother’s birthright to fuck and mate.” My mind is in a daze as the hunger grows and I nod listlessly in agreement. ”Rule Number Two…” As sharp pain enters my hole with another burning sensation. “… You will call me Daddy at all times.” The burning quickly fades and all I can focus on is the trail of pubes dusting their way to a throbbing veiny dick hovering near my newly-made cunt. ”And Rule Number Three, You will obey and serve Daddy even if it means he has to drug you to do it. Understood?” I am ready as the third rock is shoved deep and I moan “yes Daddy” as he pulls his fingers out. Daddy places a wet sloppy kiss on my lips and his tongue ravages my mouth as his cockhead leaks precum across my cuntlips as they reach for him. Daddy looks down as he waves his dick over my spot making me beg incoherently for him to take what is his. ”You are mine.” And I feel his head enter.

I’m one of those fucks. I met a guy off Grinder expecting to just suck each other. We wound up in his bedroom and I fell for the “I just want to stick it in for a second” trick. I asked him to put on a condom several times and he kept saying he would. I admit it felt incredible. Long story short…he came in me, then his boyfriend fucked me raw and came in me…then they each fucked me again before I went home. Believe it or not, that was my very first time being with another man. One helluva introduction!

Chapter 3 The morning workshop dragged but then lunchtime came and Cody and I got a table together. ‘So tell me about you’ Cody asked. ‘Not much to say, I’m down from Manchester for this conference for the next three days and nights then back up home’ ‘Ah I’m moving north to Manchester with my new job placement in a couple of months , we could hook up there if u fancy it when I move’ ‘Hmm I would like that but it may be difficult’ I cryptically replied. ‘Aahh now I know, let me guess you’re married or living with a girl, but she doesn’t know of your love for cock…..’ ’is it that obvious?’ ‘ Well you look straightish, but u are my type , we can always work with that!’ He smiled at me. Give me your phone. ‘ I complied and he started typing. ‘I’m putting in my number so we can stay in touch. Where are u staying whilst your here?’ I told him which travelogue I was in. ‘Cool, he replied I’ll check out of mine and transfer, we may as well be in the same hotel if we’re sharing downtime’ ‘ err ok yes ….’ I stammered, though quite liking Cody taking control. ‘Who is Greg?’ Cody continued. ‘Oh he was a guy who I connected with last night’ I stammered’ but I think I messed up’ ‘oh how?’ ‘. Well he was an escort and after he fucked me he told me he was poz, and he came in me’ ‘Ah,’ Cody smiled ‘nothing wrong in that, bet it turned you on though?’ ‘Not at first but it did afterwards’ ‘Yes you’ll start craving poz cock once you’ve had a taste. I did, now I’m poz as well’ My eyes widened ‘Don’t worry I’m on meds, I’m undetectable’ Cody continued , and started to type into my phone ‘ but I’ll come off for you if you want’ ‘erm I’m not at that stage yet.. I’m still married remember’ Cody winked. ‘I’ve met married guys before, once they taste cock they go down a one way street…just saying’ We chatted through lunch, and bonded further in the afternoon workshop. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. ‘Come on we’re going back to your place’ Cody announced. ‘I’ve been horny all day and can’t wait to get into your pants, plus I’ve a surprise lined up’ We got the tube back to my hotel and crashed through the door and started stripping like two teenagers. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off. I was soon on my knees and sucking Cody’s cock when there was a knock on the door. Cody pulled away and opened the door. My eyes widened when Greg walked in again. ‘Hi tiger’ he smiled, ‘knew you’d want more’ ‘but err’ I stammered. ’I read your texts, when I borrowed your phone. It got me so horny, especially when you told me he was poz’ I was speechless and horny at the same time. ‘Ben here is gay. He doesn’t realise it fully yet but he is. He is going to become my boyfriend and come out of his closet when I move up north in a couple of months. However we need to give him a helping hand Greg. He has a wife at the moment, but most women don’t want to fuck poz gay men. See where I’m going Greg?’ ‘Sure do’ Greg smiled. ‘ On the bed Ben, he ordered’ . My cock was hard and all I could focus on were the two thick cocks in front of me. The words blurred and I just wanted to do as I was told. I lay on the bed. Cody appeared above my head, his cock inches from my mouth. It was natural just to open my mouth and his cock slid in, before he lowered his weight on me, keeping me in place. I felt my legs being lifted and then breath on my ass before feeling Greg rim my hole. The sensation had me sucking harder on Cody’s cock. I soon felt something more and realised that Greg was sliding his cock in my hole. I felt myself being stretched but couldn’t say anything with Codyf fucking my mouth. ‘That’s it Greg. He was telling me only this lunchtime how poz cum turned him on, and he just wanted bareback sex with poz guys till he got bred’ Cody lied. ‘Is that so, well he will certainly be going back home with every chance of converting for you, I’ll make sure of that!’ Greg added as he pounded my ass. I should have been scared but just loved Cody’s cock in my mouth. ‘I’m nearly coming babe’ Cody added, ‘ I want you to swallow it all again’ I nodded ‘ good little piggy’ he added. I felt his cock twitch before I could feel him cum in my mouth. I was concentrating in swallowing his cum when I heard Greg growl ‘Poz load incoming for our new faggot’ and felt him ram my ass one last time before cumming in me. I breathed as Cody lifted his cock out of my mouth. I became aware that Greg was ramming his fingers in my arse, ‘we want these little soldiers to take , don’t we Ben? You will thank me one day, I’m trying to set you free. You’re a natural bottom and I can tell Cody here will be a great boyfriend’ I was stunned into silence and Cody kissed me, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I reciprocated as he started wanking my cock. I was so turned on’ just do it, make me yours, just poz me’ I whispered as I could feel my orgasm approach. ‘ I knew you would want it babe’ he replied as my cock twitched and I shot my load over my chest. This one’s on the house, on the basis I’ll come again before u go home’ Greg whispered as he dressed. I’ll leave you in Cody’s capable hands’ I heard the door click as he left. Cody said, ‘ you have a shower, let’s go out for a bite to eat and let’s see where the night takes us. I’ll pop back to my hotel and checkout and I’ll move in with you for the rest of the week. He quickly dressed and left, leaving me to my thoughts as the hot water of the shower washed over me. What was happening ? so much happened so naturally. Was I turning, did I have a choice? Or did I want it? …… to be continued…..

Chapter 2 I slept fitfully that night after taking a couple of vodkas from the minibar. I worried about the poz status of Greg but then got hard thinking of the sex. In the morning I showered, and then I made a conscious decision to remove my wedding ring and put it in the safe. I just wanted to be me for the next three days and nights. It would either confirm I just had some odd fantasies or lead me down a rabbit hole I might not get out of. I caught the tube and it didn’t take that long to reach the conference venue. I scanned the foyer to the room for anyone I might know, without success. I was standing at the coffee machine filling a cup when a voice behind me announced ‘Hi, I’m Cody! I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you but soo many of the people here just look so boring!’ I looked round and saw a guy in his mid twenties, probably ten years my junior, with bleached blond hair and a glittery earring standing in front of me. ‘Er no problem …. Hi I’m Ben’ I smiled ‘ thanks for saying I don’t look boring’ ’Youre welcome Ben! You definitely don’t look boring, more kind of hot!’ Even without that comment it was pretty obvious Cody was gay, but that just affirmed it. I had never been hit on by a guy before. ‘Er thanks … I think! ‘ ‘you’re welcome … again’ Cody replied looking me in the eye. ‘Do you know anyone here? ‘ he asked. ‘Er no ‘ I stammered dropping my eyes after holding his gaze for a split second too long. ‘Ok , I’m happy to be conference buddies if you are?’ ‘Er yes that would be good’ I said blandly, not really sure what to say. My mind was catching me up, all I could think was that he looked cute and had a nice smile. Why was I thinking that? Get a grip , I told myself! ‘Cool, we should get a table not too near the front I think , no point drawing attention to ourselves! By the way, in case you are wondering, yes I’m very definitely gay Ben! Guessing you’re cool with that now that we’re conference buddies?’ ‘no problem , I’m gay too’ I blurted. Why did I say that, I may have to backtrack if I met someone I knew! I thought. ‘ We’ll that’s a bit of a bonus Ben, this conference may not be as boring as I thought after all! Let’s get some seats’ The first hour passed fairly quickly but the second presentation had just started when I was sure I could feel Cody’s hand on my thigh under the table. I looked down to see him stroking my leg. ‘Sorry, sitting next to a dilf is getting me horny!’ He whispered’ I’d much rather be sucking your cock’. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped by a camp queer in semi public, and was getting turned on. ‘my , someone likes that idea’ Cody continued, looking at my cock tenting in my trousers. He brushed his hand over my cock. ‘I’ve an idea, follow me at the morning break’ the next forty minutes dragged. I was torn between letting whatever felt natural happening and pulling back and being my usual reserved self. I decided to roll the dice. The presentation ended. We both folded up our booklets and left swiftly. Cody led the way briskly moving through a few delegates. He headed towards the gents, grabbing my hand a few steps before the door. It was empty and Cody only let go of my hand once we were in the end cubicle. He put his finger to my lips to indicate I shouldn’t say anything. He then replaced it with his mouth as his tongue snaked in my mouth as we kissed. ‘ you’re a sexy kisser’ he whispered as he fished for my belt. He expertly undid my trousers and fished out my erection before sinking to his knees and sucking my cock. I was so hard and turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. Cody sucked my cock in silence before I was soon grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth as I came. ‘Mmm’ Cody moaned as he swallowed my seed, and stood up, kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. ‘Me too ‘ I whispered’ I want to suck your cock’ I sat down on the toilet seat as Cody pulled his jeans down and out sprang a fairly thin cock with a big mushroom head. It was already dripping precum as I slipped the first cock I had ever sucked in my mouth. I tasted his precum and just wanted more. I was caught up in the moment and wanked his cock and sucked until he bent down and whispered in my ear ‘I’m gonna shoot, swallow it all, I’m gonna cum loads’ . I sucked harder and then Cody’s semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but coughed a little, spilling some of his cum on my shirt. Cody grinned down at me, putting his finger to his lips as we could hear people in the gents. We both quietly dressed and I wiped the cum from my shirt before we opened the cubicle door and brazenly strode out to the surprise looks from the three older guys at the wash basins. Cody winked at me as we left, ‘That will get tongues wagging, they’ll be discussing those two queers at the back’ he grinned. ‘Come on let’s get another coffee.. we have to make it to lunchtime without fucking’ ‘Shame, I could do with a good fucking’ I heard myself say as we approached the coffee machine. My mind was a whirl. I was only a couple of hours in the conference and was practically gagging for more cock. It seemed that rabbit hole was getting bigger and bigger……..

I'm really glad my story has been getting a good reaction so far. I hope you guys like part III just as much. Now that I've got things started, what do you guys want to happen? Any ideas for what should go down in a gangbang or bathhouse? Help me make my boy the best cumdump he can be! Part III-POZ Me Daddy! For a moment my mind was in overdrive. I still couldn’t believe I had taken my first POZ load. A part of me was still scarred about what being infected would mean for me. That small lingering fear melted away when Daddy started French kissing my hole. “Oh Daddy! Don’t stop!” Daddy chuckled, causing a vibration against my hole that made me moan louder. Digging my fingers into the carpet, I started thinking about what my new found freedom would allow me to pursue. Gangbangs. Bathhouses. Glory holes. Anonymous sex. And most importantly, all the POZ cum I could get in my lips and asshole. I was so distracted with thinking about all the things I wanted to try that I didn’t realize Daddy had stopped rimming me until he was kneeling in front of me, pulling me into a kiss. My lips fell into submission, allowing him to claim them as his. Daddy grabbed my jaw and yanked it down, spitting his cum mixed with my ass juices into my mouth. I had never tasted something so delicious! I smiled at him, letting cum drip out of my mouth so I looked extra slutty. I wanted Daddy to know how happy I was to be his little cum dump. “Hold that pose boy,” he said getting up. “We need to document this.” Daddy left the room and I didn’t move an inch. Even though I had just cum, my dick was rock hard again. I couldn’t believe how turned on I still was! Whenever I’d get horny browsing Breeding Zone or watching bareback porn, I’d jack off fantasizing about being the slut I really wanted to be. As soon as I’d cum I’d feel guilty for watching cumdumps beg for dick or reading about NEG bottoms learning the joys of taking loads. Not anymore. Now I was reveling in how perverted I was being. In how perverted I could be. I finally understood why sluts like me needed to be bred. We had no choice; it’s what we were born for! Daddy came back with a camera, a blindfold and toothbrush. My heart pounded. What was Daddy planning on doing? He set the blindfold and toothbrush on the floor and aimed the camera at me. “Okay boy. Keep that smile for the camera.” I didn’t want Daddy to take a picture of me. As much as I wanted to be a whore, I didn’t want there to be proof of it. I was about to tell Daddy he couldn’t take my picture when I realized something. Daddy told me to smile. I wasn’t about to disappoint him. I smiled wider than I ever had before, trying to blow bubbles to make the shot better for Daddy. He took a few pictures from different angles, some with my whole face and some up close to just my mouth. “Good boy,” Daddy said ruffling my head. “That’s Daddy’s cum dump.” For a second I felt a tear start to form. The fact that Daddy was pleased with my performance made his picture taking more than worth it. I swallowed the cum and wiped my face. “Can I see them Daddy?” I asked figuring that if there were going to be pictures of me with my mouth full of cum, I might as well know how I looked like. “Of course boy.” Daddy handed me the camera and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There I was, looking like I was having the best time of my life with my mouth full of cum, streams dripping down my face. I looked like such a slut! Without thinking I grabbed my cock, which was still slick with my cum. “So you approve?” Daddy asked, smiling. “Yes Daddy. Can you take pictures of my dripping hole too?” “As much as I’d love to boy, no. You ate it all!” For a second I was confused. I ate all the cum out of my hole? Then it hit me. Daddy fed it to me! Getting back into doggie style I wagged my butt. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to load me again!” I said, smiling. I couldn’t wait to get Daddy’s big dick back where it belonged! “Don’t worry boy. I’ll get your pussy dripping, but first we need to talk.” Daddy pulled me up and led us to the couch. He sat down and put me on his lap, grabbing me into a kiss. I lifted my butt up and tried to line up Daddy’s dick with my hole, but he wouldn’t let me. Pouting, I pulled away. “Please Daddy? I need you in me.” Caressing my cheek Daddy chuckled. “You’ll get my load boy. But first I need to know. How serious are you about being pozzed?” That question threw me. Did he really have to ask that? Just minutes earlier I begged for his POZ load. How could he not know how much I needed it? “I told you I want your POZ load Daddy.” “Yes, but are you willing to take extra steps en ensure it takes?” “What 'extra steps', Daddy?” Suddenly it dawned on me. “Oh - the toothbrush,” I answered my own question. “Yes boy. I fucked you when you told me not to, and I’m sorry about that. But I could tell you needed it. If I really believed you hadn’t wanted me to fuck you I would’ve stopped. But this is different. Now your profile said you wanted a Daddy to teach you to be a cum dump, and I can do that, but if you become my cum dump you will be a POZ one. So are you ready for that, boy?” For the first time since I gave in to my inner most desires reality came crashing down. I knew it only took one fuck to be pozzed. But I also knew guys could go years taking loads and still stay NEG. For all I knew HIV could already be coursing through my veins, just starting to lay the foundation for taking over my body and entering me into the POZ brotherhood. But what if this one wasn't enough to make it take? I could mitigate the risk of that happening by going home, getting a hold of something like PrEP, and not letting another raw dick enter my body unless I knew the guy was clean. After all, there was still a lot of consequences to consider. It wasn't as if meds worked for everybody. And what about side affects? And the social stigma? The costs? I briefly considered taking Daddy’s out. After all, that would be the smart thing to do. I thought about how my life had been before tonight. Everything was going well. I had a good job, great health, and my own apartment. I was also a 25 year old virgin. My sex life consisted of reading online sex stories, cruising BBRT for guys I wanted to fuck me but were too scared to meet, and jacking off. Then I thought about tonight. I had sucked a real dick. I had been fucked. Hard. I had even eaten cum that had come from my own asshole. For the first time in my life I felt like I was really living. I couldn’t deny it any longer. was a slutty cum dump who needed loads! It had been all I could think of for months. Now that I had gotten a taste of what my life could really be like, could I really walk away from that? I gave Daddy a deep kiss and climbed off his lap. I walked over the toothbrush lying in front of the TV, grabbed it, and walked back over to Daddy. “You’re gonna need this,” I said curling his fingers around the handle. I got back on the floor, settling into doggie style, and wiggled my butt. Daddy started to caress my body, sending shivers through me. His breath on my ear made me wild, only enhancing the anticipation for what I knew was coming. “I’m so proud of you boy,” he said nibbling on my ear. “You’re gonna be such a good cum dump. Before long your mouth will always smell like dick.” As he kissed down my back towards my ass I couldn’t believe how proud I was of myself too. I was finally being who I wanted to be. A slut. A cum dump. A hole for dick. When he pried my cheeks apart and licked my asshole I flinched. s much as I wanted it I was still scared. Letting Daddy toothbrush my hole was drastic. I knew that. I could just try to get as many loads as possible, hoping that the POZ ones took. Did I really need to do something that only hardcore chasers did? But when he slid the toothbrush in and started scrapping my insides, I knew I had made the right choice. The twisting of the toothbrush was one of the most erotic things I had ever felt. I imagined little cuts forming in my rectum, providing passage ways for HIV to enter my system. Shit that turned me on. It was then I had another moment of clarity. Like Daddy said earlier, I really was a chaser. For the past few months the idea that had gotten me off the most was a prudish NEG condom-nazi making the transition into a whore who need POZ cum like he needed air. That was me! Only months ago I had thought sex with condoms was the only way to go. Now I was having my insides tooth brushed on purpose to make it easier for POZ cum to infect me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed Daddy’s load! “FUCK ME DADDY! POZ ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED!” Daddy pulled the toothbrush out and shoved his dick in hard. As he fucked me I felt complete. With each thrust Daddy hammered into me I let out a guttural grunt, focusing on the sensations in my pussy. Closing my eyes I grabbed my dick, pumping long and furiously. Daddy’s scream set me off, causing me to erupt more cum all over the carpet. My orgasm was so overpowering I barely registered the flash. “I get his ass next Daddy,” I heard a deep voice say. I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe what was happening. Standing before me was a naked man who had to be only a few years older than me holding the camera. Just like Daddy his was ripped and fuckin' hot! But all I could focus on was his tattoo. Not only was it in the same spot as Daddy’s, it was also the exact same design. To Be Continued