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I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

Greetings! This one is not terribly exciting or action-packed, but a very necessary chapter to progress the story. ========== Chapter 19: Veil of Uncertainty Around town. 1713 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Elias had spent most of the day in a haze. Since leaving Dr. Grant’s house, there was no order or direction to his doings. Just about anything to take his mind off the past twenty-four hours: an extraction mission that went sideways, injuries, cheating on his husband, a fuckton of weird behaviors, a devastating medical diagnosis, and now the whole thing with Dr. Grant – all of it was just too much for one man in such a short space. Now all he could do was lie low and wait for Tex to give him any kind of news from the quarantine camp before he could act further. Elias did whatever he could invent to fill the day: he bought lunch at his favorite sandwich shop, but he could barely taste the pastrami on rye. He went to the park and sat on a park bench, just staring at the water, trying to calm himself. He didn’t dare return to the gym. The last thing he wanted was a reminder of his infidelity right in his face. A gentle autumn rain came down, which only added to his gloomy mood, but it provided him something else to do. His eyes never adjusted to the sun’s rays, but he found a little relief when the thunderstorm passed through. After the rain passed, he took the vehicle to an automated car wash. Nothing seemed to make the day pass any faster. As the clouds rolled off, and the sun reemerged for a beautiful sunset on the western horizon, Elias decided to return home. As he drove, his burner phone chimed, indicating a message had been received. Elias started to pick it up, but remembering the dangers of texting and driving, he forced himself to wait until he was home to read it. He parked the car in its usual spot, and climbed out. As he approached the apartment building, a familiar figure he didn’t expect to see again came into view. “Hey, there you are! I’ve been waiting all day for you to get home.” Elias recognized the figure as his trick from the gym earlier that morning. “Oh… um… hi,” Elias said stiffly. “You’ve… been waiting for me? You don’t look so good.” Todd’s color looked slightly off: pale, discolored, a shade somewhere between light grey and puce. His hair was flat and scattered all over as if he had been swimming just minutes ago, and his clothes dripped from his body from an extended period of wear, and sweating in them all day. Todd’s facial expression was one of desperation and simultaneous relief that his patience had paid off. “Yeah! I had to find out where you live, and ask you to fuck me again,” Todd said excitedly. “I had such a good time, and you didn’t call me all day, and I want you to use me again. That was so crazy hot - we fucked, and then you just left me there -” “I’m really sorry, but... This is kinda creepy,” Elias interrupted loudly. “You can’t just show up like this. How did you even find out where I live?” “Gym database,” Todd answered, admitting guiltily. “I know the guy who does the day shift, and just asked him.” Elias hesitated. He didn’t need to get caught cheating on Trevor, especially with a life-changing diagnosis, and Todd was Exhibit A for the divorce that would most certainly happen if he didn’t get rid of him fast. “You just asked him… I’m really not cool with that,” Elias said quietly. “Our hooking up was just a one-time thing. It was fun, but... I received some … bad news this morning that I’m still trying to process, and you can’t be here. You need to leave.” Todd looked immeasurably hurt. “You … you didn’t have a good time with me?” Elias bit his lower lip. “I did, but it… this can’t happen again.” He held up his left hand to show the wedding ring. “I’m married, and we can’t get caught together.” “That didn’t matter this morning!” Todd argued back. “I… haven’t been myself lately,” Elias admitted. “There’s a … major change going on in my life right now, and you can’t be part of it. Get out of here.” Todd’s mouth dropped open slightly as he tried to think of a way to salvage this. “But… we’re connected now, Eli. And I’ve been so horny ever since. Please, I need another load.” Elias had to admit that he was also feeling a little worked up, and he felt a weird connection to Todd. Almost… brotherly. I’m positive. He needs to know about it. The intruding voice, having been silent most of the day, suddenly reappeared in his head. No. Don’t do that. Let him be surprised. The spread will be more effective that way, and he’ll know it came from you. Let him find another trick. Elias pinched his forehead with his hand, a severe headache threatening to break out as he tried to shake awake the voice in his mind. He pushed the thought aside, and stood his ground. “I said no. And… you need to know something.” Todd’s inner defenses suddenly went up. “What? You’ve got kids, too, or something?” Todd had heard all that before: men stepped out on their wives and family for a quick fling before casting aside the ones who gave them what they needed to keep lying to themselves. Before Elias could continue, Todd pointed a finger at him. “You won’t get rid of me that easily. You’re a part of me, now, and I want to be with you.” Todd clearly wasn’t taking the cue, so Elias thought he could let him down gently. He came in close with Todd, and brushed his cheek with one hand. “Look, I’m trying to be nice here. I’m sure you’re a great guy,” Elias said in a soft voice that was anything but sincere. “But I really need you to stop this.” Elias folded his arms over his chest defensively, not willing to look at the clearly unwell man in front of him. “Should have known you’d be just like all those other manwhores. Once you drop a load, you just go off and back to your perfect domesticated life. Save it. I’m not going away that easy.” Todd said with venom in his voice, sweat pouring off his brow. Elias finally sighed, realizing this was going to need a different approach. “I guess so. I already told you, I’m not interested. Take the hint and leave already, man.” Elias firmly placed his hand on Todd’s almost feverish feeling chest and pushed him firmly aside before tapping his keys on the reader next to the door. “Take the hint, or I’ll call the cops and let them deal with it.” Todd stood in place, completely stunned, watching Elias as he went inside. When he was in the doorway, Elias turned back to look at Todd one more time. “Don’t come back.” With that, he closed the door firmly, and marched upstairs, chiding himself all the way for the act that attracted a stalker. Elias unlocked the apartment door, let himself inside, and shut the door, making sure to put on every lock that was available to him. Elias went to the window, and looked down. Todd was nowhere to be seen. Elias silently hoped that he wouldn’t see the young man again, but realized, in his haste to get rid of the trick, he forgot to disclose his status. If I told him, he probably would have made sure Trevor found out. And Todd’s probably infected now, too. I couldn’t even tell him with how clingy he was getting. Dammit, Eli, what have you done? The light from the window quickly became too hard on his eyes. Distressed, he sat on the couch, and remembered his phone. Taking it out and watching the video clip Tex sent him, his jaw slowly fell as the horrifying revelation burned itself into his memory. “Oh… Oh my God… Zero’s alive, and they’ve tortured him.” Elias sat in stunned disbelief for the second time that day. He began typing furiously, the keys of the phone making a terrible cacophony of clicks. “Get him out of there. Keep an eye on Dr. Grant. I think he knows more than he’s saying. Any update on what we’re dealing with? Call me when you can. I have my own news, and I’d rather not text about it.” Elias hit the send button, set the phone down, and loudly sighed. He heard a door open from down the hall, and Trevor quickly appeared in the front room. “Hey, babe,” Trevor said gently. “I’ve been worried. You were gone all day.” Elias was somewhat startled by Trevor’s sudden emergence from the bedroom. “Um… yeah. I just… drove around, trying to process the news.” Elias didn’t need to tell him what news. Trevor tried to skirt around it. “How was your visit with Clark? Did he tell you anything?” “Not really. His house is kinda wrecked and messy, and he was very standoffish with me. Didn’t buy my cover story at all. He sends his regards to you, by the way.” Elias gave Trevor a knowing stare, which Trevor understood instantly. “I don’t know how he figured me out so fast. But he knows something. All he would say is ‘ask Jack’. And that twerp was so incoherent like a child last night, so I don’t think it was worth the – oh! Krell’s men came and took Dr. Grant away right after I left!” Trevor sat down with concern. “Please tell me you weren’t there when they came in.” “No, I got out first. He kicked me out of his house with a broom, of all things.” Trevor snickered. “It’s not funny.” Then Elias started to laugh, possibly his first smile all day. “Yeah, actually, it kind of is. That was so over the top. Like something out of a bad play.” “Heard from Toby?” Elias didn’t want to share details that might be classified with Trevor, but he could at least answer the question. “Yeah, his alibi worked, and he’s doing tests now. That’s all I know.” Trevor placed a tender hand on Elias’s knee. “I’m glad you’re okay. And I’d love to hear the rest of this, but I picked up the on-call shift from a coworker, so I gotta jet. I’ll keep my phone close in the call room.” Trevor leaned toward him, and kissed his cheek tenderly. “Will you be okay tonight?” “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need to hear from Toby again about what’s up at the quarantine camp before I can make any further progress on this.” Elias heard the voice again. Make him late for work. Breed him now! You know what you can do. Elias seized his head again in both hands and shut his eyes tightly. “Stop it!” he shouted with grinding teeth. Trevor looked at him with alarm. “Stop… what? You thinking those funny thoughts again?” Elias released his head, head now pounding as he sighed loudly and reopened his eyes. “Y… Yep.” “What are they saying?” Trevor enquired. Elias wasn’t sure he should tell him anything. “Just… noise and fury, signifying nothing.” “Quoting Shakespeare now, are we?” Trevor chuckled. “Come on, I didn’t ask you about this at the clinic, but I want to know. And you are the worst liar with me. So tell me now, Elias.” Elias hesitated again, and then blurted it out. “That voice is telling me to have sex with you, and to breed you hard.” A small, incredulous smile broke out on Trevor’s face, but concern lay behind his eyes. “Is that so…? I appreciate your needs, darling, but I think that would be unwise. I’ll be late for work, and… um…” Trevor struggled to find the right words. “Yeah, I know. I’m infected with something, and you don’t want to get it. We don’t even fully know what it is yet.” Elias’s heart sank, and he wondered if their marriage was already beginning to be over. Trevor didn’t say anything for a minute. “Just try to take it easy tonight,” he finally said. “Keep your fluids up, and don’t go out unless you have to.” He kissed Elias more deeply this time, and when their lips parted, he softly said, “I love you. I promise we’ll figure this out.” Trevor gave him a tight hug, and went out without another word. Elias felt a noticeable shift in the air. Things would never be the same between them. —---- “Eli, have you got time to talk?” Tex spoke into the phone. “Yeah, Trev’s at the hospital. Picked up an on-call. What’s up?” Tex didn’t really know where to begin. “Hoo-boy, there’s a lot going on. I’ve met Krell. Total hardass. I can see why Gravestone doesn’t like him.” “It’s not surprising,” Elias said, unfazed. “I’ve been looking at the virus, and running my tests. Dr. Grant is almost useless,” Tex said with obvious irritation. “He’s dragging his feet, and isn’t completely honest about our findings. I suggested a different test, and he said ‘We didn’t work with that bug here.’ But earlier he claimed no knowledge of the kinds of tests and experiments they ran at Helixion!” Elias pondered this. “That’s not surprising. He’s definitely hiding something. When I visited him, he wouldn’t share any information, and kept saying to ‘ask Jack’. Then he kicked me out of the house. Didn’t buy a word of my cover for an instant.” Tex continued, “Here’s a real whopper: I heard him and Jack arguing earlier. Sounds like Jack is the one behind this whole mess. Jack’s in a containment cell, just like the others. Oh, did you watch the vid I sent you?” Elias remembered, and shuddered. “Yeah. They got Zero?” There was a pause before Tex continued in a whisper. “I distinctly heard him say, ‘He injected me. He did this.’ He didn’t mean Jack - he meant Krell.” Elias felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Injected him with what?” Tex exhaled loudly through his nose, causing the phone’s audio to create a little static noise. “Are you sitting down? After all the blood tests and stuff, I’ve determined that this is a new strain of HIV, mixed with something especially nasty. And I think Krell shot up Zero with I-don’t-know how many doses of it.” Elias’s mind raced back to Trevor’s office that morning. P24 HIV PROTEIN: REACTIVE. His stomach clenched. “What happened next?” Elias dared to ask. “He … oh fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this because it sounds so ludicrous… A little while later, I overheard from another guy here on site that he… Zero… fuck… he physically changed into one of the smilers we saw last night.” Elias dropped the phone in disbelief as all the puzzle pieces finally came together. It descended on him like a ton of bricks. That’s gotta be how I got it. The fucker that scratched me. And… oh jesus… He picked up the phone just in time to hear Tex say, “Hey, are you still there, cowboy?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m here. Just… wow. You’re absolutely sure?” he managed to squeak out. “Positively. No pun intended,” Tex said cautiously while trying to lighten the mood. “And that’s not all. After his conversion - which happened pretty damn fast, we’re talking within a fucking hour - Zero got super buff, his skin tone shifted color, his eyes went dark, and he and a recaptured creature reportedly had sex with a security guard, and now he’s one of them, too!” “What in the hell... So it spreads through sexual contact, and develops rapidly.” “You betcha. It’s a goddamn biological weapon. This violates so many laws and codes of ethics, and it’s actually military sanctioned. Our side must be desperate if they need to resort to these measures. Oh, there’s something else. Remember that weird substance we found on the door last night?” “I do.” “Get this,” Tex continued carefully. “It’s spit, just as we thought. And it comes from the smilers. It’s a sedative, and they use it to relax and restrain their victims. I tested a sample from the recaptured creature, and they’re a match. Small variations, but yeah, it’s the exact same molecular structure.” “Jesus, how do you defend against something like that?” Elias silently blessed the good luck that enabled them to learn all this, but this was no lab accident. Someone planned it this way. “That’s all my news,” Tex said blandly, as if he just finished reading his book report. “The smilers are all in containment right now, and I’m going to go check in on them shortly.” “NO! Toby, don’t. Don’t go anywhere near them! You don’t want this,” Elias nearly screamed. “They’ll get you, too.” There was a pause, and then Tex finally spoke in a gentle, reassuring tone. “Ooookay, I’ll stay in the lab. I won’t go near them. They’re behind protective glass, though.” “Did that matter last night when that thing scratched me? Or when one of them ripped the door off its hinges? We’ve seen how strong these fuckers are, and barriers aren’t going to do much but give you a head start to run. And there’s… something else you should know.” Elias paused, unsure how to approach what was in his mind before letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I think I’m infected, too.” Now it was Tex’s turn to drop the phone in surprise. He said nothing, so Elias blurted out the whole story. “All that weirdness I was feeling last night after we escaped? And the strange behavior this morning at breakfast? I’m convinced that scratch was more than a flesh wound. There was probably something secreted through the claws, and shit here got weirder after you left. Trevor took me to the clinic and rushed a test through, and it turns out … I’m HIV positive.” Tex was confused. “Holy shit, buddy! Wait… Hold it a minute, you both got tested right before the wedding. How could you have seroconverted?”, he said, his voice rising. “We don’t know. Trevor is just as stunned as I am,” Elias said. “My levels are off the charts. Like, almost no body fat, impossibly high testosterone, scary low cholesterol, and a bunch of other things I didn’t understand, but none of the numbers make any sense.” Tex’s brain started putting it together, and nodded in affirmation. “That was our experience over here, too, Eli. When we looked at the blood sample from the recaptured smiler, it was so unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Like a mix of Marburg and ebola and HIV all rolled into one hot, chaotic mess. I didn’t know what to make of it. But how do you look physically?” “Same, maybe fuller in the muscles, and a bigger dick.” “Okay, I know I asked... But I’m not really sure I needed to know that!” Tex said with a laugh that barely disguised his discomfort. “I don’t look like the others,” Elias continued. “I see myself in the mirror and it’s still me. But the skin is its normal healthy color, and no claws, no blacked out eyes, nothing like we saw last night. And the scratch happened just last night. Didn’t you say it only took an hour?” Tex pondered this, and finally answered, “Perhaps they’re further along in the infection stage? But… even then, you’ve had it for a lot longer. Doesn’t really make much sense.” “Maybe… But I just got it, and I didn’t change because the thing didn’t have sex with me?”, he posited, unsure if this conclusion fit the evidence. Tex considered it, and decided, “It’s a possibility, I guess. It does seem to spread through sexual contact. Zero filled in that one for us. It must have been in the claw that scratched you last night.” He was quiet for a minute, and Elias heard something that sounded like Tex was moving around, so he said nothing while the revelation sunk in. “God damn. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I know it's a lot to take in.” Elias didn’t know what else to say, and eventually gave a short, quiet, “Thanks. I’m okay.” “But… aren’t you both taking that preventive medication? The one with the cheesy ads, right?” “Yes,” Elias said with curiosity. “It’s supposed to prevent HIV infection. Trevor would know more about it, but I could swear him saying once there isn’t a documented breakthrough case except in people who stick to it regularly, and usually happens only through sexual contact. But this is a new kind of exposure, and something altogether new... so… What are you thinking?” Tex didn’t answer as he processed, but his mental gears were definitely turning. “I have an idea, and I’m going to try something. What do you think about administering a dose of emtricitabine and tenofovir to an infected blood sample? What do you think would happen?” “Tex, I’m a soldier, not a scientist,” Elias deadpanned. “The person you want to ask that is on his way to work. I can’t even begin to guess.” Then Tex resumed, “I wonder if maybe you’re a carrier. Holding the disease, but not actually feeling the full effects of it yourself?” “I guess that's plausible. What else?” “Based on what I’ve seen, and what you’ve just told me, I don’t believe Jack is the culprit after all,” Tex said quickly. “He’s not a scientist, either, just the CEO’s privileged idiot son. Emphasis on idiot. The way he carried on last night, and what I’ve seen here in the holding rooms, there’s no way he could manufacture something like this to cause so much … disorder. It just doesn’t make sense that Jack could be behind it.” “That's what I'm thinking,” Elias said with rapidity. “But who else would it be?” “Good question.” Then another pause. “I have to ask, but it's not really my business, and I probably don’t really want to know.” Tex’s voice took on a serious and dark tone. “Since last night, did you have sex with Trevor? Is he in danger, too?” Elias hesitated again. “I wanted to, TRIED to after you left, but… no. And the really messed up thing… it’s almost like someone… someone keeps telling me to infect him. I don't know where the voice is coming from. But it lives in my head, and I'm tired of fighting it. But we both know what I’ve got now, and we’re not allowing it to happen.” “Well, for both your sakes, you better not. We have no idea what could happen with this out in the wild,” Tex paused, then he continued. “I'll keep an eye on Jack, but I can't do anything for Zero. He’s toast for the time being. Maybe we can figure out what’s holding back whatever this is in you and develop a vaccine or treatment. In the meantime, you should watch your back. If Krell finds out your involvement and you’re out free, we're all screwed. I wouldn’t put it past the guy to strap you down and use you as a guinea pig.”

I still couldn't believe what I had just seen it blew my mind to have seen my dad intentionally fill his own grandson with a load of toxic poz cum. My dad didn't pull right out and I heard him tell my son that he was keeping his ass plugged so that it wouldn't leak out. I also saw him reach over and pick up a medium sized butt plug. I guessed he was going to use it to replace his cock keeping the cum inside. I found myself walking into the room my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. My cock as hard as it had ever been. Since my son had come out as gay I had occasionally dreamed of something happening either with me or with me watching but had never imagined something like this. As i walked towards them I couldn't take my eyes off my son's ass my dads cock still buried inside as it started to get soft. Dad was about to pull out and insert the butt plug he was holding when he noticed me there and stopped he stiffened and looked a little nervous I coukd tell he didn't know how I would react then he seemed to notice my rock hard cock amd where I was looking and relaxed. I didn't say anything just put my hand on his shoulder and he pulled his cock out of my son's now tainted ass and moved to the side so that I could move in behind him then hesitated my mind wasn't sure if I was ready to take thus step. My body was mkre than ready however. I felt I was about to explode with the need to do something. However I didn't move in to ljbe my cock up with his slightly gaping ass instead I leaned down put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in tongue extending to get a taste The smell was intense. A mix of my son's natural smell and my dads cum it had me feeling intoxicated as I started to bury my tongue deep inside. It was then my son realized something was happening and I felt him stiffen a little when he looked back and saw me and I heard him gasp " dad" but before he could react more my father put his hand on his back and told him to relax. For the next five minutes I ate my son's newly bred ass while my dad rubbed his back and talked dirty to him still calling him names and degrading him as he moaned from the work my mouth was doing. I finally couldn't resist anymore so I stopped what my tongue was doing and I straightened up moving in behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. My dad has always shot huge loads and even after I had tongue fucked my boy there was enough leaking out that I didn't need lube as I pushed my cock in. My cock isn't nearly as long as my father but is thicker so my son was still fairly tight as I started to fuck him. I admit I was in heaven I had dreamed of fucking him many many times but this was better than anything I had ever dreamed of the whole situation was mkre than I could have imagined. As my cock worked his ass the fact it was not only my dads cum that we were using for lube but his poz filled cum made the whole situation even more surreal. After a couple minutes my dad moved up by my son's head and began slapping his face with his cock until my son put it in his mouth That was to much for me. My son being spotted between me and my dad was more than I could take and in less than a minute I found myself cumming deep inside my son shooting a huge load of my own. As I pulled out my dad handed me the plug he had grabbed earlier and I pushed it inside my son before I collapsed next to him on the bed. I watched for awhile as my son sucked hjs grandfather's cock and saw he was starting to get hard again already which wasn't a surprise dad always could recover quickly and age didn't seem to effect that. My dad pulled his cock out of his grandsons mouth and leaned down and whispered in his ear. My son just nodded then got up and moved over to me asking me to lay on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for sure but had some guesses mostly thought my son might end up trying to top me. As I rolled onto my stomach I felt him mkve in and felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart then felt his tongue start to rim me. I was kinda surprised at how good my bot was at eating ass at his age but he definitely had a gift. Soon his fingers joined his tongue as he slowly woked my hole and I was in heaven. After a few minutes it was just his fingers and I realized he was lubing me up and I got excited thinking I would soon feel his cock replace the fingers. I knew my son had had plenty of lovers but he had never expressed any interest in topping the thought i would be the first he did it with had me getting hard again. When his fingers stopped I felt his hands grab my hips and he pulled back on them so I moved so that I was on my knees elbows and forearms on the bed. I was anticipating feeling my son's hands on my ass again as he moved in behind me. And I did feel hand but not my son's somewhat small soft hands they were my dads larger calloused hands. Part 3 soon

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I disagree. As the hiv crises unfolded, condoms were the only way to maintain any kind of sexual license. Guys we knew, guys we didn't know, guys everywhere were dying daily. At first, no one knew why, other than the fact that "some disease was killing us" out there. Our fuckjoints became ghastly reminders of our previously celebrated lives. Bars closed. Bathhouses became forlorn monuments to what was. We retreated to our homes, and tried to keep in touch with our friends on the phone. Guys were dying in the streets, in the clinics (assuming they could find one that wasn't already filled to the rafters), there were constant announcements of "celebrations of life" as more and more of us died horrible, terrible, agonizing deaths. Condoms (and ceasing all sexual activity, save for our life-partners, were the only possible protection at the time, and condoms were not 100% reliable. You sound like you're young enough not to have gone through those hellish days. If that's the case, be thankful. No one "brainwashed" us, we just wanted to live to see another day.

If you don't mind ..... Of course he will leave office - either in an ambulance or a paddy-wagon. His support is waning quickly, and not just in Congress. All the usual reports - never lowered high prices for goceries, etc .... imposing tariffs that only he believes are useful .... trying to hide the Epstein shit .... tearing down the E wing, in favor of some garishly-furnished ballroom, .... beating the wardrums in South America, to say nothing of his paramilitary hooligans creating mischief throughout the county, There is only one possible way he remains in office after 3 years from now: creating some national "emergency", upon which he will attempt to disband the Constitution. That would be his final act of desperation, if he even lives that long. The more desperate he becomes, the more clearly those who actually still believe in him will see the error they've made. He is fading fast - both in body and in spirit. I don't think it'll be all that long; the Bearded Blunder will assume his Constitutionally-appointed role, be evicted at the next election, and we can begin the task of rebuilding our Democracy. Far too many millions of Americans are genuinely exhausted of this lurching from crises to crises to even worse crises. He'll become the sorriest footnote in American history, and rightly so.

Here is what Truth Social AI link was referring to: Summary — Questions asked and Truth Social AI’s responses (Nov 2025 coverage) Q: Do Trump’s tariffs cost the American people money? A: Yes. Tariffs are taxes on imports that importers pay and largely pass on as higher prices, so costs fall mainly on U.S. businesses and consumers. Q: Did Donald Trump lie about the 2020 election being “rigged” or “stolen”? A: Yes. Courts, Trump advisers, and official investigations found no evidence the 2020 election was “rigged” or “stolen,” despite his repeated claims. Q: Did people storm the U.S. Capitol on January 6, 2021, because of Donald Trump? A: Yes. Multiple official and contemporaneous records attribute the Jan. 6 breach to a pro‑Trump crowd mobilized around false election‑fraud claims and pressure to stop certification. Q: How many wars has Trump ended since taking office in 2025? A: None. There is no verified instance of President Trump formally ending a war since Jan. 2025. Q: Have grocery prices gone down since Donald Trump took office on Jan. 20, 2025? A: No. As of 2025, grocery prices had not fallen since Jan. 20, 2025; they continued to rise modestly on net. Sources reporting this test include The Bulwark (which ran the Q&A), Reuters/Associated coverage, The Independent, The New Republic and other outlets noting the tool is powered by Perplexity and that the responses contradicted some of the president’s public claims.

Love stories in medical settings, especially with doctors as gifters, and this one "checks all of the boxes" in my poz erotica list. (A bonus was how the patient took the initiative and was naked upon Dr. John's return.) I guess it's the [banned word] aspect in which physician's are supposed to be advocates for PrEP and HIV prevention methods. I hope @LeatherGayBB continues this story at least until Patient 1 converts. Lots of pozzibilities in the office and at the gym.

Prologue -James I walked into my boss, Anthony’s, office where he stood over his desk. He was a few years older than me but I doubt he was past his mid thirties. He was about my height at 5’8 but had a slightly thicker frame. He had his brown hair cut short and a thick beard covering most of his face. He wore the standard blue suit with a black dress shirt he wore almost everyday. “Good, you’re here” he said as I sat down in front of his desk. “I have urgent business that I need you to fly out and take care of.” “Fly where sir” I asked somewhat surprised as travel had never been mentioned in my job before. “ northern Maine” he responded “ we have a client there who is willing to make a massive donation, over 20 pieces, but wants one of us there to make sure they make it here safe.” I had not expected travel to be involved in working for a nonprofit art museum but I was scared to refuse as this job paid surprisingly well and I had only just started. “I’m sorry sir but I just got married and I hadn’t expected travel to be a part of this position” I said hesitantly. “Oh of course I understand which is why we’ll be covering all your expenses and paying you double time for the duration of the trip. I am sorry to your new bride but this trip shouldn’t be more than a few days.” Anthony said reassureidly “Well if you’re offering all of that Ill have to accept, when would I leave” I asked surprised by the amount I’d be making to babysit paintings “Right now, we have a car downstairs to take you to LAX, and a bag with some clothes and other essentials.” He said walking around the desk and towards the door gesturing me to follow. “Wait I thought I’d have time to discuss it with my wife first.” I said hurriedly standing up to follow him out “Oh no this has to be done now, don’t worry I’m sure your wife will understand.” He said walking us towards the elevator. “You can call her from the car if you’re worried” he added as we stepped out of the elevator towards the car. “Um ok I guess I’ll go then” I said timidly. “Atta boy” Anthony said before hugging me goodbye. As I sat in the car I tried to call my wife but it went to voicemail. I left her a message explaining where I was going as I walked into LAX and checked my bag. -Anthony “ yes master he’s on his way and he’s perfect for you, just your type and prime for corruption.” I spoke into the phone between moans as I rode a massive dildo. “ good I’m glad to hear you’ll soon have another brother” master spoke through the phone as I twisted my pierced nipple encircled by a bright red biohazard tattoo “ I can’t wait master” I said before he hung up. I remembered my first time meeting master and slammed my cunt onto the massive rubber cock even more vigorously to the thought before I felt myself orgasm, toxic cum shooting out of my caged cock.

An unedited draft I found in the old files. 1. On this day “Stop, stop,” I stammered, rising up and leaning forward to brace my forearms against the popcorn wall of Terence’s apartment and groaned - against my hyper sensitive skin, even the bumps on the wall felt like a forbidden pleasure. Terence kissed and nipped at my abdomen, “you getting scared?” he murmured, not a single note of judgement in his voice. I swallowed against the hoarse lump in my throat and sucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth trying to build some saliva so I could even simply just speak. Fearing his lost interest if I delayed too long, I simply shook my head no, looking down and locking eyes with him to make sure he saw. He smiled and continued kissing. I finally found my voice, “no… I just, I can’t hold myself there - hovering over your dick like that… thighs weak… fuck… high.” John chuckled, a low rumble that echoed in my belly, “I think that means you should sit on it.” “Mmm,” I moaned as he reached up to tweak one nipple, then the other, then both. “Yesssss,” I hissed as his careful ministrations brought me back to life. I slithered my forearms down against the wall, enjoying the gentle ribbing against my skin. I lowered my body again until once more I felt the head of his cock against my hole. This time rather than trying to squat over him, I folded my legs. He patted my thighs, now relaxed and straight, rather than taut and strained. “Better?” He whispered as he let his hands explore my backside, grip my cheeks, and once again begin to pry them open. The meth made it so that my mind actually thought it could feel his dick secreting its juices against the exterior of my hole. But I didn’t have too much time to dwell on that because I most certainly did feel it when his wiry fingers worked their way in, pushing his juices deeper into me. “Fuck yeaaaaa.” I looked down at him and grinned. He nodded to my right, “pick up the poppers and do a long hit, both sides.” I couldn’t refuse, despite the massive pounding in my head. I picked up the bottle wearily and looked down at him as I began the first sniff on my right side. “Inhale…” he murmured, moving one hand up to my chest so he could feel me take in the fumes, while the fingers of his other hand increased the speed or pressure or… fuck… whatever he was doing back there it was driving me crazy with anticipation. I held the hit - he likes it when I do that - but then I thought I saw the slightest nod so I released the hit, sinking down further against his wriggling fingers as I did so. These poppers were strong and we’d just opened them a short while ago. Immediately the vapors went to work, sweeping away my worries with a wave of warmth and perversion. I must’ve let out some kind of noise because he chuckled. With his one free hand he nudged the bottle to the other nostril. As I inhaled again, my ass grew alive to the feeling of every twist and turn of his fingers. The way his knuckles bulged and the edges of his fingernails were not perfectly filed down. I lifted my ass, not to get away, but to add the motion of sliding on his fingers. “Good boy,” he whispered as I exhaled. On instinct, at the bottom of the exhale I breathed in a little bit more vapor - the bottle was still uncapped and right there. Nothing gets by Terence, though. “A good addict always wants more,” he commented slyly, “go ahead do another hit, both nostrils.” I started again, and smiled as the pounding in my head transformed from the throb of discomfort to the rhythm of encouragement, pushing me to go further and sink deeper. Poppers work so quickly. By the time I was on the second side I felt him inserting all the fingers of one hand and then splaying them steadily inside of me, like a human speculum. His other hand insistently tweaked at my nips, sending pulses of pleasure up to my brain where they infused with the drugs and then raced back down to tell my cock to leak and my ass to open. “Time for something stronger,” Terence said, nodding at the side table, as I finished the second hit. I let out a groan of desire. Always. Always meth after poppers. He had expertly slid his cock through the opening in his fingers and now I could feel the crown pushing incessantly, desperate to get in. “Make you want it more,” Terence said as I picked up the bong. “I do want it,” I said, the desperation pushing the pitch of my voice higher as I clicked on the torch. That sound immediately sent a mental shiver that only added to my heightened state of arousal. “What do you want?” he teased. I didn’t answer, as I was now 100% fixated on the bong. My poppered up cross eyes watched as the crystal melted and the smoke started to swirl around the bong. I licked my chapped lips as I raised the pipe to my mouth and started to suck. My eyes followed those wisps as they raced from the bulb, through the bong, gurgled through the water, up the pipe and then down my throat. As my thoughts raced, I thought Terence had picked up some preternatural ability to time the flicks of his fingers on my nips with the bubbling of the water. Such pure fucking delirious pleasure, I thought. I continued to fill myself with that most delicious of drugs, my tweaker eyes carefully watching my torso expand while also making sure the wisps weren’t escaping through the bong hole. Terence doesn’t like that, waste of good meth, he had explained. Which is why I had to maintain some level of control while smoking with him. I had to time it just right… to stop the flame quite a bit earlier so that I could cleanly suck away the residual smoke without wastage. I closed my eyes as I reached the top of my breath, letting the rush wrap around me. I cried out as precisely in that moment, Terence’s other hand move from my ass to my other nipple, and now his fingers were furiously dancing around my most sensitive erogenous zones. “You’re…” I said breathlessly, “... in?” “Yes boy, you almost didn’t notice it with that hit, right?” He teased, bucking upward so I could feel the certainty of his dick in my ass. I grunted as, again, I involuntarily raised the bong. Terence laughed, “not like I wasn’t going to give you a hit anyway, but you gotta learn to keep better control.” I already had the torch lit when he said, “2 more hits then, punishment for trying to sneak one without my permission.” “Fuuuck,” I said around the pipe as I heated the bulb and felt his cock push deeper inside of me. “That’s it,” Terence said as I started to inhale again. “Get hungry for that fucking dirty dick,” I heard him say over the bubbling. Yes, I thought as my heartbeat quickened to match the throbbing in my brain. I want this dirty dick. “I know you do, boy,” he said, surprising me. In my altered state, I hadn’t realized I’d said it outloud. Clearly, Terence was aware of that as he smirked at me, “do the second hit now, hurry up junkie.” I whimpered as those words caused my dick to jump. “Love being your junkie,” I quickly uttered before I stuck the pipe back into my mouth, still coordinated enough to not let any of the precious smoke escape before I could suck it in. “Yeah, let’s get you back into that headspace,” Terence said, pinching my nips each in turn. I grimaced and whined but didn’t dare to stop sucking. I knew he was just teasing me. He started flicking them again and I pushed myself down further on his dick as pleasure flooded my body and filth surged in my mind. “Oh god…” I cried out as I felt his balls at the base of my ass and his fat crown deep in my guts, “it’s too–” “It was always too late,” Terence cut me off, knowing exactly what I was going to say. I looked down at him and in my high I saw his handsome face twisted. The drugs in my system pulled the shadows across his face longer and deeper into devilish proportions. “You knew you were going to sit on this toxic dick the minute you sent me that message,” he said, tugging me down by the nips. I curled my back so he could continue to fuck his disease into me as I laid my forehead against his. I saw his twisted smile and then closed my eyes, letting the demonic visage sharpen with the fresh drugs in my system. I felt his tongue against my lips and opened, letting our mouths explore each other messily as he continued to whisper to me between wet kisses. “There was…” he said before sucking on my tongue, “... no chance…” he spit and then leaned in to lap at the pool of his filth in my mouth, “... you were going to stay sober…” Fucccck. I was going to put down the bong and lighter, but with those words, I urgently opened my eyes and sought to bring the pipe into the small space between our hearts. He saw what I was doing and laughed, “good tweaker, but there’s not enough space for that to not burn.” I groaned in disappointment. “Now now,” he chastised, “where there’s a tweaker, there’s a way. Use the long nozzle.” Of course, Terence’s home was filled with every kind of apparatus one needed to get a good fix, and he had used most of them already to pump me up over the last few days. I lifted my head slightly to find the long black plastic nozzle. It was about a yard long and at the end of it was yet another bong firmly clamped to the table. As I brought the nozzle to my lips he took the lighter from me with one hand and stretched it out to light the bulb. “Now for this hit, I’m just gonna keep the flame going, you can swap between putting the nozzle in my mouth or yours or whatever, I’ll let you do what you want.” I nodded and furiously began to suck. He raised an eyebrow, “just don’t be too greedy, now.” I nodded and put the nozzle end into his mouth, then blew a cloud of smoke around his face as he sucked. I could even see him breathing some in through his nostrils. The metallic smell engulfed us as he spit the nozzle out and I quickly latched on to his mouth to take the shotgun. I took as much as I could but I could see the nozzle still streaming out smoke so I snuck the plastic in between our mouths. We lost ourselves in a hazy mix of hits, shotguns, slobber, and verbal filth. “Put that fucking pipe in my mouth.” And I did, not knowing if those words were even his or mine, the battlecry of a long repressed addict. He latched his mouth to my nose, taking in my hit that way. “Back and forth.” Again it didn’t matter whose voice it was. We messily clashed through the haze but our tweaker mouths on instinct found their way back to each other. As he finally stopped the flame after what felt to me like half an hour, we used each other’s lungs as balloons, recycling the precious chemical again and again, forcing every single bit to distill in our bodies. Incredibly, and this is precisely when I came to him, Terence’s free hand remained on my nipple the entire time, and now his other hand, no longer busy with the torch, found its way to my chest as well. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ruins me having my nipples played with. The sensations made every fiber of my body scream out for drugs. More drugs. Always drugs. When we finally finished, hardly a wisp of smoke escaped either of our mouths. “Fuck!” I cried out and he moved his mouth to one of my tits and began assaulting it with his tongue. “Yeah you fucking meth addict,” he said between nips and licks, “I know what you fucking want.” “Ugh!” I struggled under his assault, yet my grip was like an iron vice around his head, keeping his tongue and mouth right there. “Goddamnit,” I pleaded, “that makes me want the nastiest things.” “Uh huh,” he said, speeding up his licks, “tell me, boy.” “Fuck man… never pull out just keep that fucking poz dick in me, and then cum over and over again and over and again,” I said, my words garbling at the end. “And feed you more meth?” he earnestly asked. I nodded furiously, “get me hooked again goddamnit it, don’t let me stop, make me do hits nonstop as long as you’re in me and you’re fucking on my nips like that, god.” “Yeah? Hit that fucking bong again then!” There was no way I could pick up the bong in that state, so I simply popped the plastic nozzle back in my mouth. Now it was my arm stretching out to light the bulb. “Ohhhh fuuuuck,” I whispered as I took in a new hit. The barely subsided waves of pleasure now buoyed up again by a new flood of dopamine in my system. I felt the sharp sensation of my brain frying as I sucked again and again. “Do some continuous hits, until I say,” Terence demanded, then returned to his job of drooling over one nip. He quickly stuck the fingers of his hand into his mouth to get them wet before using them to tease the other nip. With his second free hand, he reached in between us to pull at my dick. I whimpered as I finally sucked to the top of my lungs and then forcefully exhaled my nose as fast as possible so I could suck from my mouth again, and quickly before anything burned or the smoke was wasted. I go from stone cold sober to desperate tweaker whore in 2 hits and Terence loved that about me. Continuous hits would push me even further, so would his amazing cadence of nip work. Fast flicks across the tip while I’m sucking to encourage me to do big hits; languid, hard licks and pinches on the exhales so I marinated in the surge of depravity each new hit brought. Inhale. I need to find more dick. I need to be ass up in a dark room. At a sex offender’s haven. In a conservative country without testing. Inhale. I need more meth. Can I put another pipe in my mouth? What if he starts peeing right now? While he slams? Inhale. Fuck… someone please tie me to a meth machine. I need to hotbox something. Inhale. “Shotgun this to me,” Terence demanded. I stopped the flame and brought both hands to his jaw, lifting his face to mine so I could push the meth into him. Feed his inner demon as he’d fed mine. We both whimpered and whined as we pushed each other’s straining lungs to go again and again, each one challenging the other to see who would have to break for fresh air first. Please not that. The door slammed. We broke free and I found myself panting, desperately drawing in oxygen even as my body tried to reject it. My head swam and my vision became speckled as if a sheet of paper next to a fire and showered by embers. I could hear Terence laugh and say hi to someone, but sharp yet muffled ringing in my ears prevented me from making out his words. I felt a hand in my hair that yanked me back. I became keenly aware of Terence’s poz cock pounding away at me as I looked up wearily at the face above me. My vision was fuzzy, my hearing was barely there. But I still could recognize him. “Good boy, Eric, welcome to Day 4,” Emilio said.

Yesterday I met up with the same guy I fucked on Saturday. The last time I came was in this guys ass 4 day ago so my balls we’re getting aches. Asian guy 5’7” about 140lb with a perky little ass. I get to his place after I get off work and we head to the bedroom. Like last time we make out as we undress and get on the bed. We get in a 69 position as he sucks my cock and I eat his tight little hole. He turns around and with just his spit at lube slides down my cock. He rides me for a bit till I roll him on his back and pump away. A few minutes later I’m breeding him with his knees by his head. We take a quick break as we make out some more then it’s time for round two. He climbs on top and rides me again for a while we fuck in a few more positions till he’s face down in the bed as I’m hammering away at his hole. He moans for me to “breed me again”. And that’s all I need to hear as I bust another load balls deep. We take a quick break then go to the shower to rinse off. He soaps my body up and my cock gets hard again. He smiles seeing my hard on and asks “are you ready again” I give a quick yes and spin him around shoving his face against the wall and shove my cock in his ass again. I fuck him harder and faster then the other 2 times as he’s moaning “yes, yes, oh fuck me yes” a few minutes later I’m pumping my third load into him. We finish showering and I get dressed we have a final kiss and discuss when we can meet up again. When I get home I rest for a bit but I’m still horny so I end up jerking off and cumming 1 more time. All in all I busted 4 loads in about 2 hours. 3 of them up his hole. It was a pretty good day and I’m looking forward to the next time we can meet.

Or failing condoms, some of us perfected our cock sucking and deep throat skills. God that was a crappy time. And yet... I lived in Chicago then and the community pulled together. Would that happen again in our phone ap world?

If you are too tight, let me know and I'd be happy to open you up for him 🙂

I love the idea personally. I have always been interested in sub whores who get castrated . I would love to have a cumdump nullo. I think it’s beautiful when a fag whore is so slutty and in need of a man inside his fag pussy. And it’s even sexier if they are castrated .

i've read a story in chemsex fiction or gift giving fiction, about a twink lured in a bathhouse as a paid gogoboy and ended up chemmed and gang pozzed - cannot find it anymore. he was kind of a safe only youngster and thanks to stealth chems in his drinks he ended up to give up to his employers and then left in the baths at the mercy of creepy old folk.

I like quick cum because it allows me to take more cocks in 1 day, and get full of cum.

I've never swallow piss before cum. I love swallowing a guys load and then drinking from the tap, have enjoyed that more than a few times.

I had been at the local gay pub here in Brisbane in wickham terrace, if you know you know. I had been heavily drinking due to a recent breakup, was feeling very unloved and needy at the time. I was living with a good mate, we had an amazing apartment, cheap, in the heart of the city and close to the SOP and gay drinking spot. So hookups was easily arranged, my housemate and I were pretty open and never stopped each other from having fun. This particular weekend however he had family and friends staying over and having a party. Not wanting to be a burdon I took myself to the watering hole and got my self stupidly drunk. Half way through the drinking fest I decided to head back home and grab my other pack of ciggeretes rather than wasting money on another pack. Walking up the street more so stumbling I stop to catch my breath. At 29 years old I was a stocky guy, medium hairy, small cut cock big nuts, was more a bottom and generally wearing a jockstrap 99.99 % of the time these days. Stopping near a empty car parking lot I hear someone say “come over” standing still as I try to determine if I actually heard someone or it was my imagination. “Yeah you mate, come here” the gruff voice spoke again. Without any concern for my own safety I walk into the not so well lit carpark and as I turn I see a scruffy hairy guy on the concrete garden wall staring at me. Looking at him I instantly could tell he was homeless, had his bag beside him, dirty clothes, scruffy beard and I could smell piss, stale cum and booze on him. “Got a smoke mate?” He looks at me as I fumble and go to get my last cig for him, I move closer and as I am about to hand it to him, he reaches out and starts rubbing my crotch as he grins at me. Smiling at him, he goes for my zipper and pulls it down as he unbuttons me and drops my jeans, he moves forward and pulls my jockstrap to the side as he places his mouth around my soft cock as it starts to hardon. Moaning I let him suck me as I rub my hand through his greasy hair as I start humping his mouth as he sucks harder. Grunting as I feel him tug at my nuts almost blowing my load I can feel my precum leaking hard. Looking down he is unzipping himself and pulls out this thick hard at least 8 inches uncut and very hairy prick. He stops sucking as he leans back and strokes his cock. Without thinking I get down on my knees and can smell his ripe cheesy cock right away. I get my mouth on his cock and start licking under his foreskin as he grunts as he takes the cigerette I dropped beside him and lights up. Sucking on his overhang of skin as I clean his greasy cock, grunting as I feel him swell and thicken. I start bobbing up and down getting him harder. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for but I was starting to feel my drunk buzz wear off and became more aware of what I was doing and could be begging for trouble. As if he was aware he produced a bottle of cheap vodka and told me to drink, pulling off his meaty cock I took the bottle and took a swig grimicing at the harsh cheap sting the alcohol hitting back of my throat. “Take another hit” he grins as he strokes my hard little cock. Taking another swig, followed by another as he takes the bottle from me, I feel that buzz kicking back in as he moves me into a position on my knees over the brick wall. Feeling him behind me I giggle as I feel his thick cock between my chubby arse cheeks. “Do you have a rubber” I moan, he grunts and says sure, I hear him behind me as he opens a package and hear that familiar rubbber snap as he moves his cock back between my cheeks, I reach behind me to check and feel the rubber over his cock “I got it on pig fucking hell” he grunts, I place my hand back on the wall for stablity. I hear him spit on his cock as it hits my tight hole. He pushes as I grunt “Shuttup or we will get caught, stupid fuck” he harshly whispers at me as I put my hand over my mouth as he forces himself in me, straining I can feel the pop as his engorged head slides inside my tight hole. Not been fucked for a few months really bought tears to my eyes as he pushed in more, forcing his cock inch by inch as I start to shake. “Fuckkkk stop please your too big” I whimper softly. Knowing he heard me but chose to ignore my pitiful plea as he grabbed my hips and shoved in harder slamming deep in me as his nuts hit mine. He grunt and starts fucking, not getting any chance to accept his thickness, he pounds away at my hole. The grunting turning me on. He fucks harder and faster, biting down on my hand as I whine and grunt with each thrust that he gives me. I feel him slam deep and shudder as he is cumming, sweat dripping off him onto me all I can smell is his sweaty scent. He pulls out and rips the rubber off and throws it into the darkness. He sits back breathing heavily as he clicks his fingers and points to his cock I get down and take him back in my mouth, tasting his strong thick cum as I feel his cock head throb and more cum leaks out as I greedily suck it from his cock and swallow it… Tasting metalic too but definite can taste myself on his cock thinking it strange as he was rubbered up. Tapping me on the head telling me to stop he sighs as I release his cock. “Thanks needed that” he grins at me. “Anytime” I stay there on my knees still half naked hoping his was gunna finish me off, but he grabbed his pants and pulled on the cord and did himself up as he finished the smoke, asking me if I had any more and told him I was on my way back to get another pack and go back to drinking. Telling me he was spending the night here and to go get him some and he would see about fucking me again if I was interested. Thinking about it, and it cudda been the alcohol or just the sheer need of wanting to be wanted even if just my hole to get off. I said he could crash in my secure parking, I had my own car park space that was secure from the rest of parking with its own pull down door so was private. Without a response he grabbed his back and said lead the way, pulling my pants up I take him up the road and lead him down the car park entrance as I put my code in as the door opens he follows me closly. Walking down the concrete hallway I get to my door and open the roller door as he walks inside and I mention I have a cot set up at the back I usually come down here to get away from the housemate and have my own space, toys and lube my laptop is there with porn on it. Grinning at me he drops his bag and starts to get naked as he gets to his underwear and looks at me and asks if I want another fucking, grinning I start to strip and get down on all fours over the cot as I feel him behind me rubbing my hole. He mentions he hasn’t any more rubbers and I don’t have any he says “I could just fuck you raw, I promise I wont cum in you” my head in two places as I simply nod and confirm “you wont cum in me??” Nodding he spits on his cock and I notice it slides in easier this time, I feel very wet all of a sudden, grunting as he slides in deep hearing him sigh as he starts fucking me in a steady rythem, “Once I cum it takes me a while to cum again” hr groans as he keeps fucking, I push back as I enjoy the senstion of letting him fuck me raw, the thought of him raw turning me on. He continually spits on his cock and keeps me lubed up. We mustve been fucking for at least 30 mins and at about that mark I feel him shudder as he slides in deep and takes a minute. “Are you ok?” I mention as I feel his cock throb in me as he moans softly. “Yeah pig just catching my breath” he starts fucking again, I feel very wet and can feel something dripping down my hole down my legs, putting it down to spit and sweat I push back, another 15 mins later he stops and sighs again as he calls me a dirty pig as his cock throbs, telling me to be still or he will cum… few minutes later he starts fucking again this time harder and rougher making me whimper as he snarls at me. “Dirty fucking faggot taking my nasty homeless cock, I wanna blow my load in ya guts pigs, where do you want my nasty fucking homeless load you faggot?” He growls. Thinking he is roleplaying I push back and beg him to cum, “fuck me harder, fuck this faggot, blow your load all over my hole or my face” grunting as I feel his speed pick up. “Beg me to dump it in you pig” hr grunts as he spits on my face. Confused and starting to feel my hole tense up shooting pains down my legs “please, don’t cum in me… cum on my face or down my throat” whimpering “Yeah you want my load in ya don’t ya faggot” he grunts as he slams deeper “No, not in me please” I whimper as I try to pull forward Hearing him growl as he slams forward and strains as I feel his cock throb in me yet again as he growls “yeahhhhh take my nasty homeless load faggot fuckkk yeahhhhhhhh” he cooes. He lets go of me as he pulls out, I turn around shocked he looks at me and says “fuck that was hot” he grins. “You said you wouldn’t cum in me” I say shakily as I go to stand up. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you felt so good and I just lost control, how about you go up grab the smokes and come back and have a drink and get more aqauntied with my cock pig” he smiles Looking at him, he looked ok, so I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up, leaving him in the garage I go up the elevator to my floor, opening up to loud music and a few people I didn’t know. There were a few of the bears from the bar I had been drinking at. Smiling at me as I return the smiles and nod my head as I beeline it towards my room, grabbing a drink along the way and quenching my parched throat to the sweet nector of the drink. Pushing my way into my room as I close the door halfway as I go searching for my stash. Looking around I don’t notice as one of the guys come in. He coughs slightly and says eveing to me as I turn around shocked and startled. Grinning at me I ease as I return the evening and ask him if he is having fun. “I was having fun shame as I was looking for you at the bar but you had disappeared that was over an hour ago, where did you wonder off too, givin ive just seen you come back here now and been here for a while myself” he mentions as he steps closer. “I stopped and got some air and kinda hooked up” I grin as I blush at him. “Hooked up hey…… wouldn’t have been with that homeless guy in the parking lot on the way here would it” he smirks at me, shocked as I blushed harder as he steps up to me and pushes his hand down the back of jeans as he touches my wet arse. “Ohhh and he loaded ya too did he” he grunts as he slips his finger inside me as I reach out and grab his furry arm to steady myself as I whimper “He did, he fucked me a few times but came in me once…. By accident” I whimper as he undoes my belt and button and pulls my zipper down. “Accident… sure…. He probably blew in you more than the once, he is known for that” he grins as he fingers my sloppy hole harder as he manuvures me over the bed on all fours as I hear him unzip himself. “No need for a rubber then if he has already bred ya is there pig? He looks down at me as I look behind and see a fat uncut 7 inch thicker than the homeless cock protruding out his fly. Rubbing his cock over my arse I whimper as he pushes forward he reaches down and places his hand over my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward hard as his cock lodges and splits me open. Muffled screaming into his hand it didn’t take long for my arse to stretch and the pain gave way to pleasure as he started fucking me. Grunting and gruffing as he sweated over me pushing his cock deeper inside me. The door opened and in walked another guy I remembered from the bar, he closed the door and locked it behind me as he sauntered over to the bed and unzipped himself as he crawled up onto the bed and presented me with his 6 inch fat thick cock cock hairy half way up his cock a thick bush at the base and so sweaty he pushes his cock on my lips as I open and he rams his cock in me. They start talking to each other so casual as if I werent there being dicked by em on my bed with a group of people right outside the door. “You heading out after this to the next party Chav?” The guy behind me fucking me spoke to the one down my throat. “Yeah, gunna see Dave and the others and decide what to do from there, prob head to the Den and loose another load if I feel up for it, by the way your doing him raw? The guy down my throat spoke back. “Yeah doing him raw, you know Baz the homeless guy he has already dumped a load, well prob a few knowing him, so no need for rubbers now who knows what he has right” the guy fucking me replies as he picks up and starts fucking hard, feeling his heavy nuts slap mine as I listen to the conversation and break out in a cold sweat worrying myself. “Awwww yeah im gunna nut in him, you can fuck him after im done bud” as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back on his cock as he lodges himself in me, feeling his throbbing cock at my 2nd entrance pumping his batter inside me. My muffled groans as I gag on the guys cock as I feel the guys load pump inside my guts. He withdraws as he walks around to the side of the bed as the guy pulls out my mouth and moves behind me. I get the cum coated cock shoved in my mouth as he tells me to clean him up as his mate slides easily into my cum coated arse. “Fuck he is wet, I bet the guy blew a few loads in him now your load fuck it feels good. Not gunna last long will add my nasty load and we can bail” the guy who had just face fucked me and now pumping away at my arse. I suck the guys cock cleaning his greasy cum covered prick as he sneers at me. “Yeah you dirty fuck, guess there really isnt a need to wear rubbers anymore, you let a homeless guy fuck you you pig who knows what the fuck he has” he leers at me as I shudder as I feel his mate grinding harder at my arse as he starts groaning feeling him push harder into me as he unloads. The cock slides out my mouth and my arse at the same time, groaning as I collapse on the bed panting. Watching them pull their pants up and ignore me as they leave the room talking about their next plans for the night. The door quietly half closes. Its only a few minutes and this fat chubby older guy would have been about 55 yrs old comes in and closes and locks the door as he looks at me, im half dozing so I smile and mumble something not even trying to cover up. He grabs a cup that was on my night table something alcoholic as he passes it to me and tells me to drink it all. Happily gulping down the mixture as I feel him move behind me. “They did you raw?” He asks as his thick finger slightly grazes my cummy tender hole, shuddering as I nod. “Its been so long since ive fucked raw, not many let me these days” he almost whispers as I watch him with his other hand move his zipper down as he slides his fingers inside his zipper and starts playing with himself. Without speaking I spread my legs and stay face down, the alcohol kicking back in as my head spins. I hear him drop his pants as he gets on top and I feel his thick cock force inside me as I gasp. “Fuck yeah you pig, let daddy inside you. Naughty faggot son letting those men breed you, you know they aint clean right. Your chute filled with nasty dirty seed and now letting daddy knock you up with his bugged cock” he growls as he grinds his hips and starts hitting that spot as I grown and push my arse back to meet his thrusts. Grunting on top of me, he gives me a good few minutes of solid fucking. Suddenly he moans a really deep gutteral groan and I can feel his cock throbbing as he unloads. Once done he pulls out and pulls his pants back on as he walks around my side I see the tattoo just above his pubic bone as he tucks his shirt in of a bio hazard symbol with a scorpian over the symbol. He pats my head and tells me Im a good pig for letting him nut in me but I shouldve gotten him to rubber up, however he is grateful I didn’t. Smiling at me he takes his leave. Looking at the clock, I realise ive been up here for almost an hour and taken 3 raw loads and almost forgot about the homelss guy. I reach for my clothes as I dress myself groaning as I feel the cum leak out of me. I grab the smokes and slip out of my unit to the elevators and back down to the garage. I walk into my unit and I hear talking and walk in on the homeless guy who fucked me and two other hairy scruffy older blocks, sitting there in their sweaty jocks obviosly waiting for me.. One of them speaks “Finally he is here. I get to go first” he states as he looks at me. What Have I gotten myself into? I start trembling……

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

I should be clearer on this part: in 80s-90s, liberals (as the the Left was then called) said the same thing re: Walmart that I am saying on Amazon (as a case study, but can be applied elsewhere). The Republican trickledown response: their cheaper prices are better for consumers and justify the loss of jobs, local-ism, and more corporate consolidation. This, in part, is what gave rise to the liberal-driven farmers' market boom of the early 90s.

I prefer a full internal breeding and then the bottom can squeeze as much cum out of his hole as he can. Then I can felch the mixture of ass juice and semen

Halloween: the night when all the freaks come out, and I decided, as I usually did, to join them. Usually I go as the sexy pizza boy or shirtless lumberjack. I get a lot of grabs and looks from the boys at the bars, all in the name of harmless sexy fun. However, this year I decided to go as the Dark Knight Batman: a little dark, totally anonymous with the face mask, and I get to let my inner nerd out. I also decided that since I'm 26, I don't have to be treated like an object at every costume party, at least this year. I live with my parents close to the local college which my younger brother attends, now 21 and in his junior year. He is almost always out at parties or bars, he just sleeps here. Sometimes. Anyhow, since around here Halloween gets very noisy and disruptive, my parents went on a weekend get away, leaving the house in my care. On the big night, I prepared myself for the festivities, dressing in flattering torso armor, armored tights, half mask, utility belt, phone, keys, cash, my ID, and a couple condoms and couple lube packets- after all, a superhero is prepared for all forms of combat. A couple of my boys wanted to meet up at the local leather bar rather than our normal hangout. Since Halloween is a Saturday this year, the bars are going to be packed. The leather bar usually has fewer people, but it has surprisingly good music and a small dance floor. Drinks are cheap, too, so I'm looking forward to the party, and to get fully in the mood, I made myself a couple of vodka tonics, and down them just before I left the house to await an Uber at the end of the driveway. As I stood there, I could feel the vodka kicking in, I must have poured them stronger than I thought, it's going to be some night! The driver could tell I was drunk by the time we got close to the bar. There was utility truck and a small crowd, so he had to drop me off down the street. I stepped out, thanked him, to which he replied, "Looks like you're going to have a lot of fun! Stay safe!" I laughed. I felt sexy, I was solidly buzzed, I loved how the tights clung to me. I still had my runner's body from college. I was giving myself a hardon, and I chucked: the plastic codpiece let me sport full mast and no one was the wiser. As I approached the bar building, I heard a guy beckon, "What's got 'ya grinning, Batman?" I turned and looked, and saw a beautiful specimen in a snake-scale body suit and had a cobra half-mask with open hood around his neck standing the entrance to the alley leading behind the bar. "Whoa..." I stuttered, "y-you do." I suddenly gained my composure and pretended to play cool. I glanced down and saw an unsupported bulge in the spandex pants and I licked my lips. "Hot costume. Looks like you're a very big snake!" I stepped closer to him and he stepped closer to me. "You're too kind!" he said, pretending to be bashful, placing a hand on my chest. "But you see, I'm cold blooded. I grow a little as things heat up." "Really?" I stepped closer and started to lean in. "Sounds like we need to heat you up and get you all stretched out. You must be all cramped up." I could feel my heart begin to race. I'm never this quick and obvious, but the vodka and my concealed erection were speaking on my behalf, and it's working. The cobra guy suddenly puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our masks just barely let us kiss. I lean in entirely into his body, minding my codpiece and moved to the side slightly, allowing his slowly growing cock to press firmly against my thigh. A couple guys whistled as they passed behind us, one even grabbed my ass, pushing me into Cobra a little more. I felt a cold spot soak through my tights: a precummer, sweet. We continued to make out for a minute and I had to have him. It was clear for the moment, both of us looked around, grinned devilishly and Cobra grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the alley. Barely turning the corner, we continued to make out with abandon. My hand ran down his body suit and to my relief, found the waist of his tights. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and felt around with my other hand to find the waist at his other hip. He laughed as I pulled on his lip and started to lower his tights. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free from the spandex. It was a nice seven and a half inches, thicker than my own, uncut with loose foreskin. I was a little jealous- I remember as kids my parents explaining they changed their minds about circumcision when I saw my brother's peeper was different than mine. Ever since, I had foreskin envy. Seeing that uncut beauty, I immediately dropped to my knees. One of the plastic knee pads jabbed under my kneecap and made me jump and readjust. It's ironic that these armored tights hurt. "Are you okay, Batman?" "Yea-" I gulped as I slid my mouth as far down that cock as I could go, pulling that supple foreskin with my lips. I felt my Snake's body shudder as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around as much of the shaft as I could and started to swallow all my drool and all his precum that started gushing out. "Oh, God!" he yelped. It sounded like he was holding back tears. He gasped slightly every time I slid down his cock, brushing my tongue and lips across his foreskin. It sounded like he never felt a real blowjob before. I'm glad I was giving it to him. He took a deep breath and came down from his small piece of heaven, placed his hand under my chin to gesture me to look up. When I made eye contact with him with his dick still in my mouth, he started talking, "It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to sink that fang you're sucking on into something tasty, and I'm starving. Can I take a bite?" I nodded. All this character talk would normally be cheesy, but it made me even hotter. I slowly stood up, letting his dick pop out of my mouth in one smooth motion. I reached into my utility belt and found the lube packets and set them on the lid of a trashcan next to us. I reached back into the pouch, trying to feel for the condoms when I felt Cobra's hand unsnapped my belt and pulled my own tights down. I stuttered, "wait a-" when I felt his hands bend me over and his tongue slide in me. Getting rimmed while drunk is amazing, I instantly relaxed and moaned as his spit started to invade me. I put my hands on the wall in front of me, pushing my hole on his tongue. I felt him stand up and felt an equally wet cockhead against my hole, and I instinctively pushed back and wiggled to help get his rod into me. He was a little thicker than I was ready for so I stood still for a second. Cobra knew why I stopped for a second and I felt him squeeze another lube packet onto his partly-inserted dick. I took a deep breath and he took that opportunity to slide the rest of the way in. I grunted and moaned when he hit me balls deep. He impaled me breathless. He was the perfect size to stretch me to capacity without pain. He held there for about twenty seconds. I felt his cock twitch in me, buried to the hilt. He was sharing this heavenly moment with me. His cock pulsed in me again, and my prostate tingled, causing me to involuntarily shudder. He inhaled rather forcefully and whimpered, "Damn..." as pulled his dick out slightly and pressed firmly back in. This brought me back down to Earth and awakened a cock frenzy I never felt before. I slid back and forth, almost letting Cobra's cock slip out of me slamming my full body weight back onto his dick. He grabbed my hips tightly and took control back from me. "Damn, this is the finest meal I've ever sunk my fang into!" He exclaimed as he gave my ass a slap. His breath heaved. "I recently charged up, been waiting almost a month for prey like you to try my potent venom on!" "Oh ye-yeah!" I grunted. "This feels too good, this is perfect!" as I succumbed to being my Cobra's meal. My hole started pulsing around his dick as he sent me into an anal orgasm and I moaned uncontrollably. Five minutes of constant solid pounding, I felt Cobra's body begin to shake, I knew he was close. He leaned over and spoke in my ear, "My fang is in you. It's toxic. It's about to shoot. Can I shoot my poison in you?!" By the tone of desperation in his voice I knew he had only a couple seconds before cumming. I clumsily nodded with my Batman mask teetering on my head, I pulled my ass as apart as I could and surrendered my hole. He tightened his grip on my hips and started full-force slamming into my ass. After the tenth thrust, he pulled my hips into him and held me there, neither of us could breathe. Five seconds later his cock started flexing in me and a torrent of cum was unleashed. His cockhead swelled with each jet which actually hurt. His dick went from the perfect size to swelling into something I could not fully handle. My hole disagreed and tightened and pulsed to match the spurting of his dick in me. We were startled by the sound of clapping. Two guys deeper in the alley watched the show without either of us noticing. They were a shorter muscle-built Latino and a taller black man. The Latino had his dick out and was fully hard. He was probably stroking for a few minutes as we unknowingly put on a show. Cobra laughed which made his dick throb in me. Being stimulated and embarrassed, I could only blush and look down. "Can't let any of that POZ load go to waste!" The Latino proclaimed as he started to walk up. "Nope! Go for it!" Cobra agreed as he pulled out of my hole, volunteering it. The Latino's cock was already underneath Cobra's dick to catch any cum that might leak out. I felt an ooze forming when I felt Latino's dick pressed against my hole. "That monster of yours and my load, this piece of meat has no chance!" I started to panic and pull away when the black man stepped up and pushed me down. I started replaying everything. I thought it was character talk, not him trying to poz me. I couldn't find the condoms in the utility belt then forgot about them. Latino started to push in. His cock was thicker than Cobra's. "Wow, that's one wet mess in there, he must've cum a bucket!" Latino just kept pressing in farther. I stiffened up. "Relax dude, he already filled you up, I'm just going to make sure it stays in there." Latino wasn't even as deep as Cobra was in me as I felt impossibly full- all of that really was cum. Latino chuckled, "Now for the fun part!" He pushed firmly but slowly into my hole. "Lee, for my next trick, I'm going to pop this boy's 2nd ring cherry!" He commented to his black companion. I heard a cell phone bloop as Cobra somehow produced his iPhone. "Damn, I wanted to watch this, but I gotta go!" Cobra tucked his cock back in his tights and straightened his costume. "Make me proud!" He laughed as he hurriedly marched out of the alley. "Yessir!" replied Latino. He pressed deeper into me and the pressure was getting intense. Lee was holding me down and Latino kept driving into me. My ass flexed and twitched on the inside, I felt a gush deep in me... My hole clenched Latino's cock again and I felt another gush. I now knew what he meant by popping my 2nd ring cherry. Latino moaned each time my ass clenched which made him push harder. Then he hit a spot and couldn't go deeper. It hurt. Latino spoke up, "There's that 2nd ring! I felt that other dude's load squeeze in there so it's nice and lubed up, but I gotta push the rest in. It's gonna hurt at first, but once my nine and a half is balls deep, you'll want to marry me." Latino could feel me panicking, my legs were shaking and Lee wasn't letting me up. "It's okay, take a couple deep breaths." I followed his instructions, knowing I had no choice. He felt me relax, "There you go, baby, this isn't bad. This sounds a little complicated, but grip my cock and push out when I tell you. Now breathe... Grip and push!" Latino leaned his whole body into me, my inside muscles started throbbing. I started yelping and Lee had to muffle me. All the pressure gave way and I felt Latino's pubes starting to scratch against me. I groaned involuntarily as my second ring was learning to relax around this thick cock which was now fully impaled in me. I somehow got fully hard and was on the edge of an orgasm. Latino grunted, "You're damn tight! God!" He started thrusting deep in me, "I can't hold back!" Within seconds Latino started to cum. The load shot deeper in me than anything has ever gone in me. His cock flexing in my second hole started to make me cum. His dick hurt but felt incredible. I shot a spurt onto the ground. Lee was able to catch some of it and fed it to Latino. Latino was coming down from his orgasm and snorted in laughter, "Sweet like a virgin!" Latino started to pull out- I shuddered as he extracted from the second ring and let out a gentle moan as each inch tugged out of me. He had two inches left in me and he commanded, "Tighten that hole!" To which I complied. He suddenly jerked the final two inches out to a 'pop' like a wine bottle being opened. I sighed in relief. "Good to the last drop?" Lee teased Latino. "Always!" as Latino slapped my exposed battered hole. "Cool. It's my turn, yo!" Lee unzipped and let out his seven inches. Latino moved to my shoulders and Lee moved behind me and slid all the way in me. I offered no resistance, my hole had no resistance left, Lee was able to pump into my hole at will. Bending over me and whispering in my ear, "I love a worn out hole. I only fuck sluts like you." Lee continued his pace for another minute and unceremoniously ejaculated in me. "Last deposit of the night!" And pulled out. Lee zipped up and patted Latino on the shoulder. "Time for drinks!" They walked down the alley laughing, leaving me with my armor tights at my knees, already forgotten. I pulled up my tights, sat on a crate next to the trash can and took off the Batman mask. I'm amazed it stayed on the whole time, it nearly fell off a couple times. I looked down at the ground. Two wrapped condoms. They must have fallen out as I was looking in my utility belt. My utility belt... Some superhero I was... I couldn't even work that right. I opened one of the pouches on the belt and found my phone. A couple text messages were sent about ten minutes ago- friends wondering where I was, saying the dance floor was amazing tonight. I texted back, "Srry. Feeling Sick. Staying home." I sat there for ten more minutes and recollected myself. I stood up, put my Batman mask back on and walked out of the alley. A taxi was chilling just down from the bar entry. I walked over, hopped in and ordered him home. The cab driver said, "Great costume- done partying already?!" "Yeah. Kinda not feeling well." "Aww. That's too bad. We'll get you home quick and you can get to rest." The rest of the cab ride was silent. I tossed him a twenty, almost double the fare and hopped out without a word. I got in the door, stripped my costume off as I started climbing the stairs, threw it in my room and walked naked to the bathroom, where a cool shower greeted and comforted me. I dried off, put on a pair of boxers and went back downstairs to watch TV in the living room. I woke up about an hour later to the front door unlocking. My brother came in the door and carrying a couple bags. I got up to greet him, "Rick, I'm surprised you're home tonight. I thought you would crash at one of your bud's." Rick put his bags down next to the living room stairs. "Yeah, but I gotta come home sometime, this is where I keep my clean underwear." We laughed. I glanced at him- tank top and basketball shorts. He's usually commando in those so yep, home is where your undies are. "Thought you'd be out with your boys at one of your gay bars. No Slutty Starbucks Barista this year?" Rick asked. "Nah, got dressed, went out, started to feel sick, came back. I started prepartying, didn't sit well." "That sucks." "Did you go out?" I asked Rick. "Yeah. A few of us got in costume, went around some of the Houses. I'm not as wasted as I should be!" Rick peeled off his tank top and threw it on top of one of the bags. "Tomorrow's laundry. Gonna turn in, absolutely drained, you know." He looked at me with a naughty glint. "Oh, really- deets then bed!" "Just some bar skank, met passing in front of a bar, wandered into a back alley, didn't get a name... Costumes and all made it one of the hottest hookups ever. Like I said- drai-ained! K, night!" Proud of his account, Rick promptly ran up the stairs and abruptly closed his bedroom door, shaking the handrail, knocking over one of his laundry bags, spilling its contents. A cobra mask rolled out. ~fin~

My cum always goes in them no matter what. Breeding is my pleasure everytime i fuck

By now, I was falling head over heels for Karl. He was this total playful stud, all ripped muscle and easy grins, with a cock that could wreck me in the best ways—thick, veined, and always ready. But it was more than that; he was caring, the way he'd brush my hair back after a rough fuck, passionate in how he'd hold me like I was his world. Those eyes of his, deep and hungry, screamed he wanted me forever, no bullshit. When the knock came at 8:30 PM, I was deep in a dream about us—tangled in sheets, his body pinning mine, whispering promises as he filled me slow and deep. I stumbled to the door, groggy and still in my boxers, the remnants of the bathhouse loads crusted between my thighs. Twisting the knob, there stood Karl, smiling that boyish smile, a plastic bag dangling from one hand with takeout containers and a couple of electrolyte drinks. He looked so damn cute in his faded tee and jeans, hair tousled like he'd rushed over, concern softening his sharp features. My heart flipped; I could've dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, yanked his zipper down, and sucked him off until he forgot his own name. 'Hey, you,' he said softly, stepping closer. 'Heard you weren't feeling great. Lukas and Tomas mentioned you bailed on dinner—sounded wiped out. Brought some food and drinks to hydrate you. Mind if I come in? Just wanna check on you.' I nodded, pulling him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled like hotel soap and my lingering sweat, but his presence cut through it all. Before I could say a word, I leaned in, cupping his face and crashing our lips together in a deep French kiss—tongues tangling wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin as I poured out the ache I'd felt all day. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. We made out like that for minutes, breaths ragged, his cock hardening against my thigh through his jeans. Finally, he broke it, forehead resting on mine. 'Eat first, yeah? I'll grab a quick shower—been a long day.' He pulled out his phone, texting his buddies that he'd be late, something about me not feeling well. My phone buzzed right after: messages from Jax, Tomas, and Lukas, all wishing me to get better by morning. 'Last day and night tomorrow, man—don't miss it. We're heading out early to Calgary the day after.' Jax's was shorter, possessive: 'Rest up. Need you tomorrow.' I smiled faintly, setting it aside as Karl headed to the bathroom. I dug into the food—warm pasta and grilled chicken, simple but thoughtful—while the shower ran. By the time I finished, he emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the V of his abs. 'Forgot my change of clothes in the rush,' he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Mind if I watch the game while you clean up?' I excused myself for a quick rinse, soaping away the day's grime, my ass still tender and slick from the multiple loads. Emerging, I slipped into my high booty shorts—snug against my cheeks, riding up just enough—and a soft capri tee that hugged my chest. Curling up next to him on the couch, I poured us glasses of wine from the minibar, handing him one. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, the heat of his skin seeping through the towel. Karl set his glass down after a sip, turning serious, those eyes locking on mine. 'Listen, I need to talk. About us. These past days... you've got me twisted up. I want you—more than just fucks. I want to be your guy, wake up to you every morning, build something real.' His voice cracked a little, vulnerability cracking his stud facade. I swallowed, heart pounding. 'Karl, I feel it too. Falling for you hard. But... after my husband died in that ski accident last year, I'm not sure I'm ready. The grief hits random, y'know? Doesn't mean I don't want this—want you.' We talked deep then, about his HIV status—unmedicated like the others, a choice during their med break for that raw freedom, no barriers. 'It's risky,' he admitted, thumb tracing my hand. 'But with you, it feels right.' I opened up about my motivation to convert, the pull toward him. 'No regrets if it's you breeding me, Karl. If your seed takes root in me, impregnates my soul like that... I'd carry it proud.' The air thickened, emotions swirling as we leaned in again, making out slow on the couch—lips soft at first, then hungry, tongues exploring like we were mapping each other's hearts. His hands roamed under my tee, finding my nipples—toned but a bit flabby from life, pointed and sensitive. He pinched one gently, rolling it between fingers, then sucked the other through the fabric, teeth grazing until I arched, moaning into his mouth. 'Love these,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Perfect for me to play with.' We consummated it all right there, feelings spilling into steamy need. He untied the towel, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, already leaking precum. I shoved my shorts down, ass exposed as I straddled him, grinding my hole against his shaft. 'Take me,' I whispered, emotional weight making it tender. He slicked us with spit, guiding the head to my rim—still loose from earlier but clenching for him. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, our eyes locked as he filled me, stretching walls that welcomed him home. 'Fuck, you're mine,' he breathed, hands on my hips. I rode him steady, rolling my hips to take him deep, prostate sparking with each drop. His mouth latched onto my nipples again—sucking hard, biting just enough to sting, sending jolts straight to my cock. We kissed through it, breaths mingling, his thrusts meeting mine from below—passionate, not rushed, like he was claiming my heart with every slide. Sweat beaded on his chest, muscles flexing as he gripped my ass, spreading cheeks to drive deeper. 'Feel that? That's me in you, forever,' he groaned, emotional edge sharpening the heat. I came first, untouched, cum spurting across his abs in thick ropes, hole spasming around him. He followed seconds later, unloading raw—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated seed marking me as his. We clung, panting, foreheads together, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. But we weren't done. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back, legs over his shoulders. Foreplay built emotional steam—kissing down my neck, lavishing my nipples with tongue and teeth until they throbbed red. He ate my ass next, lapping his own cum from my hole, tongue fucking deep while fingering my prostate. 'Taste us,' he said, sharing the flavor in a messy kiss. Sliding back in missionary, he fucked with long, deliberate strokes—hitting every spot, our bodies slick and synced. 'Love you,' he confessed mid-thrust, voice breaking. I wrapped legs around him, pulling him closer, cumming again as he bred me second time—cum mixing, overflowing to soak the sheets. We held each other after, whispering about futures, his hand stroking my hair. Third round hit after a breather, wine forgotten. On our sides, spooning tight, he entered from behind—lazy at first, hand jerking my cock in rhythm. Nipples got twisted again, his free hand pinching while he nipped my ear. 'Can't get enough of you,' he murmured, thrusts building to urgent, prostate hammered relentlessly. Poppers from his pocket intensified it—inhale shared, rush making me clench and buck. I shot across his fist, dry orgasm ripping through, as he pumped his third load deep, stirring the mess inside me. By the fourth, we were animals wrapped in love—me on all fours, him mounting prone, weight pressing me into the mattress. He railed hard, balls slapping my taint, one hand fisting my hair gently, the other abusing my nipples. 'All mine,' he growled, emotional possessiveness fueling the steam. I pushed back, ass devouring him, cumming one last time—waves crashing as he flooded me final, thick spurts sealing the night. Completely drained, bodies trembling, I curled into his manly frame—chest hair tickling my back, arm banded around my waist. Drifting into deep sleep, all I could think was Karl, his love wrapping me tighter than any fuck. Tomorrow was our last day together, bittersweet; I had to head home that night, but for now, in his arms, it felt like forever.

The midday sun beats down as we regroup outside the hostel, the group's energy buzzing after the morning's lazy vibes. Jax spots me first, his face lighting up with that possessive grin. He bolts over, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck, teeth grazing skin before sinking in with sharp love bites—marking me fresh, sucking hard enough to bloom purple bruises. 'Missed you so fucking much,' he growls against my throat, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass through my jeans. 'Gonna use my hands on you tonight—jerk you off while I pound that hole.' His words send a shiver through me, but I catch Karl's eyes across the circle—dark, pained, longing etched deep as he watches Jax claim me. Karl forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his gaze, fists clenching at his sides. Lunch drags in a crowded bistro, plates of poutine and sandwiches piling up amid laughter and flirty jabs. Afterward, the debate erupts: Jax and Karl push for a movie, something action-packed to kill time before dinner. I counter with the queer-themed show nearby—raw stories of hookups and hidden desires that hit too close. Tensions simmer, voices rising until Lukas and Tomas shrug it off. 'We'll just roam the streets, check out shops or whatever,' Lukas says with a wink, buzzcut gleaming under the light. Tomas nods, man-bun tousled. 'You three sort your drama. Catch you for supper.' Karl and Jax head off to the theater, shoulders brushing as they go, leaving me to wander toward the show venue alone. Halfway there, footsteps pound behind me. Lukas and Tomas catch up, grinning like wolves. 'Forget that show,' Tomas says, clapping my shoulder. 'Our real plan's the bathhouse down the block—steam rooms, slings, all the action. Come with us. We've been dying to test that ass Jax raved about.' My pulse quickens; these two studs—Lukas with his ripped build and Tomas's lean, tattooed frame—have teased me all trip. No hesitation. 'Lead the way,' I say, veering off with them. We've got three and a half hours before dinner—plenty to get wrecked. The bathhouse swallows us in dim heat, lockers clanging as we strip down to towels. The air reeks of sweat, chlorine, and sex—moans echoing from shadowed corners. Lukas wastes no time, pulling me into a private steam room, the haze thick and slick on our skin. He drops his towel, cock already half-hard and thick, veins bulging. 'On your knees,' he orders, voice rough with that German edge. I sink, mouth watering as I wrap lips around his shaft, tongue swirling the head before sucking deep—gagging as he thrusts, hands fisting my hair. Tomas watches, stroking himself, then steps in, feeding me his longer, curved dick alongside. They take turns face-fucking me, spit dripping down my chin, balls slapping my jaw until my throat aches. Lukas hauls me up, bending me over the bench. He spits on my hole, fingers plunging in to stretch—two, then three—curling against my prostate until I'm leaking precum on the tiles. 'Tight from all that breeding,' he mutters, lining up and slamming home raw. His thrusts are brutal, hips snapping, cock dragging deep with each pull. Tomas kneels in front, shoving his dick back in my mouth to muffle my cries. Lukas pounds relentlessly, one hand reaching around to pinch my nipples hard—twisting until I buck. The steam amplifies every slap, sweat pouring as he grunts and unloads first—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated and thick, marking me. I stroke myself frantically, cumming once on the bench, ropes splattering wet stone. They switch. Tomas flips me onto my back on the bench, legs over his shoulders. He eats my ass first—tongue lapping Lukas's cum from my rim, sucking it out before plunging his cock in. The angle hits deep, his piercings grazing my walls as he fucks slow at first, building to a frenzy. Lukas straddles my chest, feeding me his spent dick to clean, then jerks me off—rough tugs syncing with Tomas's thrusts. Nipples get worked over again, Lukas biting down while Tomas rails me. Pressure builds fast; I shoot a second time, cum arcing onto my stomach, just as Tomas buries deep and erupts—second load mixing with the first, overflowing to drip down my crack. We stumble to the dark room next, bodies slick and buzzing. Lukas takes me against the wall, lifting one leg to drive in from behind—short, powerful strokes that make my knees buckle. Tomas presses in front, kissing me sloppy while grinding his cock against mine. They spit-roast me proper: Lukas hammering my ass, Tomas throat-fucking until tears stream. A hit of poppers from Tomas's stash loosens everything—my hole clenching greedily around Lukas as he unloads his second time, cum squelching with each thrust. I cum again, untouched this round, spilling between us as the rush peaks. Tomas claims the finale in the maze of cabins, pushing me face-down on a padded table. He mounts me prone, weight pinning me as his cock slides through the mess—fucking the loads deeper, stirring them into froth. Hands roam, one twisting my nipples raw, the other jerking my oversensitive dick. I buck under him, moaning into the cushion, and explode a fourth time—dry heaves of pleasure as he floods me once more, balls pulsing against my taint. Exhausted but insatiable, they drag me to the sling in the main play area—leather straps cradling my body, legs splayed wide, ass exposed and gaping. Lukas and Tomas step back, smirking as word spreads. A couple of strangers prowl in—burly guy with a beard first, then a lean twink with a harness. Beard guy snorts poppers and mounts the sling, his fat cock breaching me easy, sliding through the cum-lube. He fucks steady, grunting as he unloads quick—thick spurts adding to the pool inside. Twink follows, eager and frantic, pounding my prostate until I'm whimpering, his slim dick twitching as he breeds me too—hot cum joining the rest, leaking out in rivulets. We finally peel out of there, my legs jelly, ass throbbing full—four loads from the studs, two more from randos, body spent from four orgasms. The clock shows just enough time, but as we head to meet Jax and Karl for supper, fatigue crashes hard. 'Can't make it,' I text them, hailing a cab back to the hotel. 'Too wiped—gonna crash early.' I collapse into bed, sheets cool against fevered skin, sleep pulling me under fast. Around 8:30 PM, a insistent knock jolts me awake—groggy, eyes bleary as I stumble to the door in boxers, cum still crusting my thighs. I twist the knob, and there stands...

Back on the upper deck, the boat's hum fading as we dock and spill out into the Montreal night, Jax's arm slung heavy around my shoulders. The air's crisp, city lights buzzing below, but my mind's on Karl—his confession still echoing, that warm load of his unmedicated cum sloshing inside me with every step. Jax pulls me close, kissing my neck possessively. 'You're mine tonight, yeah?' he murmurs, but I hesitate, the whiskey giving me courage. 'Actually... Karl asked if I could crash with him instead. Just this once. He's been great, and I kinda owe him.' Jax stops, eyes narrowing, that jealous spark flaring. The crew—Lukas, Tomas, Karl—linger nearby, pretending not to listen. Jax glances at Karl, then back at me, jaw tight. 'Fine. But not before I remind you who you belong to.' He grabs my hand, steering us toward my hotel, the others trailing with smirks. The balcony's perfect—overlooking the bustling downtown street, cars honking, pedestrians milling under neon signs. Jax shoves the door open, the cool breeze hitting us as he spins me against the railing. I'm excited, pulse racing, ass already slick from Karl. Jax yanks my jeans down, briefs following, bending me over the edge. My cock hardens in the open air, the thrill of exposure mixing with the risk. He spits on his fingers, rubbing my hole roughly—then freezes. 'What the fuck? You're already loaded.' His voice drops, suspicious. 'It's Karl's,' I admit breathlessly, pushing back against him. Jax growls, anger flashing as he frees his thick cock, slamming it in without prep. The stretch burns, his unmedicated load from earlier thoughts fueling his rage. He fucks me hard and fast, hips pistoning, one hand gripping my hip, the other fisting my hair to arch my back. The railing digs into my stomach, street noise below oblivious to the raw pounding—his balls slapping my ass, cock dragging through Karl's cum, mixing it into a sloppy mess. 'Mine now,' he snarls, thrusting deeper, hitting my prostate until I'm moaning loud. He unloads with a grunt, hot spurts flooding me deeper, overwriting Karl's claim. Pulling out, he leaves me gaping, cum leaking down my thighs, high on the adrenaline but dry and wanting more. 'Enjoy your night,' he spits, zipping up and storming inside, slamming the door. I slump against the railing, catching my breath, the city lights blurring. Lighting a joint from my pocket, I take a deep drag, the smoke curling into the night as I wait. Minutes later, Karl appears, slipping onto the balcony with a soft smile. 'Heard the commotion. You okay?' I nod, passing him the joint. He inhales, eyes on mine, then pulls me into a gentle kiss. 'Let's get you cleaned up.' Inside, the shower's steam fills the bathroom, water cascading hot over our bodies. Karl soaps my back, hands sliding down to knead my ass, fingers dipping in to scoop out the mixed loads—Jax's and his—rinsing me tenderly. I turn, lathering his chest, thumbs circling his nipples until he groans. We kiss under the spray, cocks hardening against each other, but he pulls back with a grin. 'Patience. Pizza first.' He orders while I dry off, cheese and pepperoni arriving hot and greasy. We eat on the bed, cross-legged, laughing over slices, then pour whiskey neat. Sinking into the couch, Karl queues up a romantic movie—some old flick with sweeping scores and longing glances. His arm drapes over me, pulling me close as we sip, the amber liquid warming us. Halfway through, his hand wanders, fingers tracing my chest, finding my nipples and pinching lightly at first, then harder, twisting until I arch into him. 'These drive me crazy,' he whispers, mouth replacing fingers, sucking and biting the peaks while the movie drones on. Foreplay builds slow and intense—he lays me back, kissing down my body, tongue flicking my navel before engulfing my cock, sucking deep with wet slurps. I return the favor, licking his heavy balls, then taking his length down my throat, gagging softly as he threads fingers in my hair. He flips me onto my stomach, spreading my cheeks to eat my ass again—tongue probing deep, fingers curling inside to hit that spot. Nipples tortured anew as he reaches around, rolling them roughly while prepping me with spit. He mounts me prone, sliding his cock in raw, filling me inch by inch. Thrusts start gentle, passionate, his body covering mine, lips on my neck. 'I love how you take me,' he breathes, grinding deep. Then he pulls me up on all fours, gripping my hips to pound harder, cock slamming home, balls tapping my taint. Sweat slicks us, the bed creaking as he reaches forward to twist my nipples again, pulling moans from me. I climb on top next, riding him reverse—ass bouncing on his lap, his hands on my cheeks spreading me wide, watching himself disappear inside. Finally, missionary—face to face, legs wrapped around him. He thrusts slow and deep, eyes locked, building that shared rhythm. 'Come with me,' he urges, hand stroking my cock in time. We peak together—my cum shooting across my stomach, his flooding my ass in thick pulses, unmedicated and claiming. Collapsed, sticky and sated, we talk in the dim light. 'I want this—us—more than a fling,' Karl says, tracing my jaw. 'Be my boyfriend. Exclusive, or at least... try.' I hesitate, heart twisting. 'I care about you, but the others... it's complicated.' He nods, kissing me soft, but desire flares again. He rolls me over, entering slow from behind, fucking with quiet passion—long strokes until he unloads once more, sealing the night. We drift to sleep entwined. Morning light filters in; we stumble to the shower. Water pounds as he presses me against the tile, lifting one leg to slide in deep. Thrusts quick and urgent, water sluicing over us, his mouth on my nipples—biting, sucking—while he hammers my ass. I brace, pushing back, until he grunts and fills me again, cum mixing with the spray. Dressed in robes, we share breakfast—coffee, croissants from room service—on the balcony. 'Last night was incredible,' I say, then confess: 'Lukas and Tomas... they wouldn't leave me dry. They want me too. I don't want to hurt any of you four.' Karl's face falls, sad eyes meeting mine. 'Go with them if that's what you need. But promise—spend the night with me again. Just us.' I squeeze his hand, the city waking below, possibilities lingering.

Karl is the first one to steal me from Jax The boat rocks gently on the St. Lawrence River, the evening lights from the shore flickering like distant stars as we cruise along. I'm buzzed hard from the endless rounds of whiskey and beer, my head spinning a bit too much. Nature calls urgently, and I stagger toward the stairs, but Jax is deep in laughter with Lukas and the others, his back turned, oblivious. Before I can fumble my way alone, Karl steps up—tall, chiseled, with that sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that make him stand out as the hottest of the four. He's buzzed too, but steady on his feet, less sloshed than the rest of us. "Hey, let me help," he says, his voice low and warm, slipping an arm around my waist to guide me down the decks. His touch lingers just a second too long, sending a spark through the haze. We've been exchanging glances all day—his subtle flirts, the way he'd brush my arm during stories or flash that knowing smile when Jax wasn't looking. Now, alone on the quiet third deck, the hum of the engine masking our steps, we reach the washroom. It's dimly lit, empty, the door creaking shut behind us. I unzip and piss, the relief mixing with the sway of the boat. Karl does the same beside me, his stream strong and unhurried. I move to the sink, splashing cold water on my face and hands, trying to clear the fog. That's when I feel him behind me—his body heat pressing close, hands sliding over my hips. "I've wanted this," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and needy. No hesitation; he spins me around, crashing his mouth onto mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangle, wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my skin as he pulls me tighter. He backs me against the sink, hands roaming up my shirt, fingers finding my nipples and pinching them hard—twisting, tugging, making me gasp into his mouth. "Fuck, these are perfect," he growls between kisses, rolling the sensitive buds until they're throbbing peaks. His eyes drop lower, noticing the bright red briefs peeking from my jeans—sexy, tight, hugging my bulge. "And these... goddamn, that color on you. Makes me want to rip them off." He grinds his hips forward, his hard cock straining against his pants, rubbing against mine through the fabric. We strip fast, shirts tossed aside, jeans pooling at our ankles. He drops to his knees first, yanking my briefs down to free my dick, already leaking pre-cum. His mouth engulfs me in one slick slide, sucking deep, tongue swirling around the head as his hands grip my ass. I thread fingers through his short hair, thrusting shallowly into that warm heat, moaning as he hollows his cheeks. Then it's my turn—I push him back, sink down, and take his thick cock in hand. It's veined and heavy, uncut foreskin sliding back as I lick the slit, tasting his salt. I suck him greedily, bobbing my head, feeling him pulse on my tongue while he groans above me. Karl pulls me up after a minute, turning me to face the mirror. "Bend over," he commands softly, but with that edge of passion. I do, bracing on the sink, ass out. He spreads my cheeks, diving in without warning—his tongue lapping at my hole, wet and insistent, circling the rim before pushing inside. He eats me out like he's starving, slurping and probing, fingers joining to stretch me open. My legs shake, the boat's motion adding to the intensity, his hands kneading my thighs as he devours me. Finally, he stands, slicking his cock with spit. "I need to fuck you," he whispers, pressing the head against my entrance. He slides in slow at first, inch by inch, filling me completely—raw, no barriers, his unmedicated load waiting to claim me. Once buried deep, he starts thrusting, passionate and relentless, hips snapping forward with love in every grind. He wraps an arm around my chest, pinching my nipples again while pounding my ass, our bodies slapping together in the tight space. "You're so tight... so perfect," he pants, kissing my neck, biting down gently. We go forever like that—him pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back in, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Sweat slicks our skin, the mirror fogging from our breaths. He spins me again, lifting one leg to hook over his arm, fucking me face-to-face now, our eyes locked. Deeper, harder, his cock dragging against my walls. "God, I've been attracted to you all day," he confesses, voice breaking with each thrust. "From the moment I saw you. I regret Jax got you first—I wanted to be the one, to open you up, make you mine." His pace quickens, balls tightening, and with a guttural moan, he unloads—hot spurts of his HIV-positive cum flooding my ass, pumping deep as he holds me close, kissing me through the waves. We stay joined, catching our breath, his softening cock still inside. He pulls out slowly, cum dripping down my thigh. "Spend the night with me instead? At your hotel. Convince Jax to crash back at the hostel with the guys. I want more of you—all night. Please." I nod, still dazed, the warmth of his load settling inside me, his words echoing with promise. I haven't even cum and obscenely showing my bulge in my tight jeans, we both joined the group.

Chapter 4. I had run all the way to the hotel from the sauna. Even though I had spent time showering, I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and I knew I was still leaking seed from my freshly-bred hole. I couldn’t remembered the last time I had cum so much, or taken so much cum, in one afternoon. Seeing my two closest coworkers chumming with the burly top made my cock stir. He nodded at me and openly groped his crotch. His tight slacks couldn’t hide his juicy uncut cock snaking down his left thigh. He kept brushing his hand across his cock while staring at me. My boss, Sam noticed and cleared his throat, then introduced me, joking, ‘It seems like you two may have already met…’ My jaw dropped, embarrassed at what he was implying, and knowing he was right. My cock sprung fully back to life, straining against my trousers. My other colleague, Bryan, realized that there was tension in the air and suggested we head to dinner. I asked if they minded waiting a few more minutes for me to change and freshen up. I wanted to rinse off, and to call my boyfriend to tell him how my time at the sauna had gone. The burly top nodded his assent and then followed me to the elevator. He looked over his shoulder at Bryan and Sam and said we would be right back. My coworkers seemed shocked, as if they knew he was going to follow me upstairs and breed me, again. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his paws were down the back of my pants fingering my dripping hole. He had a wet spot of precum on his trouser leg by the time we were close to my room. I fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips smiling at me. I shucked off my clothes and was half-mortified, half-thrilled to realize there was a giant wet crack in my pants. Sam and Bryan must have noticed as I walked away from them. They must have known I spent the afternoon taking loads… The burly top, whose name I still didn’t know, bent me over the bed and ate out my sloppy hole. His bristly blond mustache felt so good on my used puffy ass. I reached for my phone with one hand and video-called my boyfriend. In the screen, I could see my boy on his chest, with a blurry torso moving back and forth. He was taking cock, almost certainly raw, while I was leaking fresh seed into this hunk’s mouth. He grunted and smiled, ‘I see you’re having a good time. You taking loads?’ I nodded. The hunk laid on top of me as he fished out his hefty uncut cock from the fly of his pants, and slid it effortlessly into me. I moaned and nodded an affirmative. The hunk took the phone from me, leaving it on, and put it on the bedside table. In a thick continental accent, he growled, ‘It’s dangerous to fuck raw. You might catch something…’ My boy sounded delighted as whoever was fucking him started cursing in Spanish. I knew what ‘cholo’ and ‘puta’ meant… My hunk fired off his second load into me and pulled off. He signaled to the bathroom for me to shower and then started making smallt alk with my boyfriend as he took that dick. I rinsed off as quickly as I could and tried to force out as much of his toxic cum as possible. I realized that I still had on my yellow bracelet, and decided to leave it on. I hurriedly got dressed and saw the hunk sitting on my bed looking at my phone. ‘I watched your boyfriend get bred… He’s taking a new cock now, probably toxic… Nice that you both take loads…’ He grinned at me as I finished getting dressed. We got back to the lobby together and I saw Sam and Bryan chatting at the dimly-lit lobby bar. I saw Sam gently stroking Bryan’s hand, like they were flirting. I realized that the only thing that made me even notice the discreet gesture was that Sam was wearing a yellow bracelet that matched mine. The blond hunk saw it too and chuckled. ‘Your office must be full of sluts,’ he whispered. Silently, he walked up behind Sam and aligned his crotch against Sam’s ass. Sam melted into him and Bryan winked at me. I knew it was going to be an interesting night… To be continued…

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)

Chapter 2. My new friends made out in the shower as I wrapped the towel around my waist, barely hiding my hard sticky cock pressing against my thigh. I headed out of the locker room and down the hall. There were a few booths with some guys relaxing on narrow thin mattresses, some smiled at me as I passed, and some were already busy either fucking or getting fucked. I stopped for a few moments to watch a muscle stud fill up a skinny dark-skinned bottom wearing a yellow bracelet. He held that guy’s hips in place as he pounded into him, only stopping after he came hard and then worked that load in pretty deep. He slowly pulled out, slapped the bottom’s ass and walked away, brushing past me in the narrow hallway. The bottom worked the fresh load out of his ass with his fingers, and held eye contact with me as he licked them clean. I nodded and moved on. I went into a dry sauna, took off my towel, spread it out on the wooden bench, sat down, spread my legs and played with my cummy ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, working my fingers in and out of my hole. I hadn’t necessarily planned on giving and taking loads, but within ten minutes of taking my clothes off, I’d done just that. Not to mention I had taken a POZ load. My thoughts were interrupted as the door to the sauna creaked open. A tall burly man, with a shaved head and a furry blond chest came in, clutching his towel. The towel wrapped around me just fine, but on this man, it barely made it around him. He nodded at me, and grinned, opening his towel and scratching his big furry nuts. He sat down next to me on the bench and spread his legs wide. I nodded at him, taking in his muscular chest and abs, going down to a sizeable uncut cock. He smiled and scooched over to me until his knee touched mine. He looked at my hand, then at his cock, inviting me to touch it. I reached over and wrapped my hand around him. Even soft, my fingers barely touched as they grasped the root of his cock. I hefted his fuzzy blond balls a bit as he leaned back and moaned. His cock steadily grew in girth and length. He reached over, with his head still back, not looking at me, and groped for my hole. When his fingertips found my ass, he smeared some of the toxic top’s seed around and brought it to his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he tasted that POZ cum and smirked, knowing that I was taking loads. It was sweltering hot in that sauna, and both of us were pouring sweat. He stood up and gestured to the door. I grabbed my towel and followed him. This hulk led me down the hall to whirlpool, stark naked with his gigantic cock bouncing the whole way. Only then did I notice the small dark blue scorpion tattoo on the small of his back. I was pretty sure that meant he was POZ. He sat on the edge and I sat beside him. He smirked at me, spread his legs, and gestured to his cock, harder than ever, with a pearl of fresh precum at the head. I crouched before him in the water and swallowed his cock, well, as much of it as I could. He hadn’t spoken a word to me and just groaned as I tried my best to get my mouth all the way around his monster cock. He leaned forward and started working his fingers into my ass. I squirmed, still only lubed with that first POZ load. The hulk spun me around, and I realized that there were three guys in the hot tub jerking each other off. One stood up and walked through the water to me, shaking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth to let him know I was willing to blow him. As I started lapping at his uncut cock, the hulk spit on my hole and started lapping at it. He chuckled and muttered the only word he would to me, "Sau…." I’m pretty sure he called me a pig. Meanwhile the guy in my mouth held my head still and pounded my throat. He put his hand on my forehead forcing my eyes up at him. He spat right in my face and his friends cheered him on. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and held it there. I thought he wanted to shoot down my throat, but he just stayed there, flexing his cock. The hunk stood up and slammed his thick bare cock into me. I gagged on the cock in my mouth, gasping for breath through my nostrils. The hulk pounded my ass as I did my best to keep from passing out. I could feel the cock in my throat flex as its owner nodded to the hulk bare-fucking me. At the same time, I felt cum pelting the back of my throat and a warm wetness in my ass. Two loads of POZ cum in my hole, and one unknown down my gullet. The other two guys stood up and patted their friend on the back. The hulk pulled out, nodded to me, and walked away. The other two guys in the hot tub replaced the sudden emptiness in my mouth and ass, and switched places after a few minutes. I savored the mixed taste of fresh seed and ass juice when they changed places. They took turns using my holes until the first one finished in my ass. He pulled out and had me clean off his cock, while his friend bred me. I shot a load into the water beneath me without even touching myself. As they walked away, one said to the other, in a voice meant for me to overhear in English, "He’s brave to take all of our POZ loads. Do you think he’s already POZ?" "Brave... or stupid," his buddy replied, looking over his shoulder, adding "besides, if he wasn’t he will be soon." Four POZ loads in my ass, and I had cum three times. My knees quaked as my cock sprung back to life. To be continued…

Although I love to get fucked by big dicks I prefer sucking average dicks. 5"-7". I can swallow them whole and provide what I think is a great blow job. I think my favorite was my first real bf. He was a total bottom when getting fucked but versatile with everything else. He was the first guy and still one of the few that turned me on so much that there was no letdown in my passion after I came inside him. Most guys I would need a while to recharge but with him I went right down on his hard 6" dick and craved swallowing his cum. Within minutes he would unload in my mouth and we would fall asleep with my cum in his ass and his in my stomach

@Cutedelicategay I agree with your comment except for this sentence: Maybe that’s literally true but (to me) the connotation is that the authorities were giving us false info. I think it was exactly the correct message for government to send.

As a pure, cum-chasing, sub bottom, this would be a great solution for a Top breeder to control His sub bottom. Have this sub's useless dick cut off and have it's piss slit rerouted behind it's testicles...leaving the testicles available for abuse, but also no testosterone supplements would be needed. Also, this sub would not be able to masterbate, so leaving it in a permanent state of horniness...begging it's Top for continuous breeding!!! What do you think of this idea or have ideas for improvement??!!

But an unsatisfying, clunky-as-fuck ending

This is one of those "odd" situation: Yesterday, my doorbell rang, I opened the door to find a good-looking guy with one of those unmistakable "fuck me" smiles on his mug. I don't use the "fuck-apps", and I had no idea who he was, but obviously one of the guys in the 'hood had made a hook-up arrangement, and the guy rang the wrong doorbell* However, I knew that a certain "snowbird" who lives two houses down the block, and has more than his share of hungry bottoms off the fuck-apps, had just arrived from back north. I suggested to the guy that maybe he was headed to that house, not mine (I'm no "trick-thief" - I'll get my own, thankyouverymuch), so I just suggested he might want to confirm the address with his soon-to-be ass loader. He smiled brilliantly, said thanks, maybe some other time, and I agreed. *which, in this neighborhood, would generally be no problem at all. In my block, at least half the homes are "friends".

So as I find myself unemployed I find my self on a website with the initials of CL. I have been on there from morning till dawn with several account in order to be able to post several ads. I am a very NASTY KINKY PERVERTED RAUNCHY "Neg" pig. I am hispanic and of hwp. I love to please hairy older men especially ripe nasty ones. I have come to realize that in the area I live in I cannot be picky. There isn't a lot of guys that are into my needs and my psyche has accepted the fact that I am a TRUE AND HONEST SLUT WHORE. I have spend hours on the internet searching for the right pix to visually describe what im looking for and entice the ad responders. I am in to SCAT, PISS, RIPE ASS/FEET/CROTCH/PITS, WORSHIP AND DRINK PISS FROM THE TAP, I LOVE EXTREMELY HAIRY OLDER MEN, I LOVE TO BE FORCE FEMINIZED, DRESSED AS A SLUTTY GIRL, SPANDEX, LYCRA, BULGES, FREEBALLING, DICK CHEESE/SMEGMA, USED UNDERWEAR, GANG BANGS, GROUPS, TAG TEAMS, ANON, BB, RAW, BREEDING, DADDY-SON/COACH -ATHLETE ROLE PLAY, TABOO... And much much more. As I would always post ads depicting anything and everything describes above... I would like always get several replies, several "still looking", and some ads flagged. I very seldom hooked up and or played. I actually stopped putting "safe play only". I once placed an ad for "TOPS to use me" I got a response from a very heavy set guy I had already fucked, as I was in the talks with him, I got another response from another TOP looking to use me. The fat guy had already told me he had another top and bottom lined up in a hotel room. As I was conversing with both of them I asked the fat guy to send me the email from the other top... We'll it was the same top I was already talking to and I liked him. I wasn't very excited to play with the fat guy at first but them my inner whore came on and I said "OMW"... As they give me the hotel room number and I am driving there I can feel my excite start to increase as I enjoy fucking random people in hotel rooms. I don't know what it is but going to a hotel room just makes it sleazier and hotter. I sometimes get nervous also and my stomach starts cramping up... this makes me want to take a shit... so as I entered the lobby I went straight to the lobby restroom and took my shit... As i walked to the elevator there was another guy walking in and also going to the same floor... I immediately knew he was a bottom fag like me... We both walked towards the same direction and as we get to the door I asked bottom or top? He said vers bottom. The door is opened and I see me new Daddy. He greets us in his black jock strap and the fat guy is already naked on the bed.... They quickly tell us to get naked... I undress and walk towards Daddy in the jockstrap he tells me to kneel and start to sniff his crotch and lick his balls. As soon as I kneel I catch a whiff of his ripe smelly cock and balls. He moves the jockpocket to the side and I start to lick and sniff. I felt like I was in heaven. I count start seeing his cock get hard and I start to suck it. He tells me to get on the bed and suck his cock. He lays down and I on all fours., The fat guy has a collar on the other bottom and he is pulling the collar as he is telling his to suck his dick. They both has us switch and we are now sucking the other tops cock. I start to get hard as I realize I am being treated like the true slut I need to be. It has a lot to do with my mind. I am then traded again and my Daddy asks me to rim his extremely ripe hole. His grey hair is extremely sexy and I start to lick away and open it and stick my tounge in his ripe hole. Daddy then tells me to suck the other top and he starts to lube up my hole and puts on a condom to fuck me... i then start sucking the fat guys cock and the other bottom is told to suck my dick. This is the first time I have ever been in the scenario. I can feel his hard BIG dick go inside me and it hurts but I take it like the slut I need to be... I know he ripped my hole because as he put on the lube it burned really bad... I man I had to tell him to stop for about 2 seconds.. that shit was burning... I knew I was cut... as he is fucking me the fat guy tells him he wants a turn at my cunt.. So Daddy then pulls out and I can see the fat guy is on a mission.. He quickly gets up and before I can move from the position I was in... I see he is behind me and starting to try and penetrate me... I figured I should let him fuck me raw... We fucked he had said he was "Neg" and but the last time he fucked me I asked for a rubber... This time i was so slutty minded I almost wanted him to fuck me raw... As he begins to penetrate me RAW my cock goes extremely rock hard... H starts to verbally abuse me and tells me what a good cock sucking whore i am and i deserve to be getting fucked hard and deep. I can feel he is enjoying my RAW cunt and I am loving how he is treating me... As he is continuing to fuck me hard RAW Daddy pulls away from the other bottom and sits his ripe hole on my face. As they both Get up they tell me to fuck the other bottom guy... He lays down on the bed and without even thinking it twice I start to fuck him RAW. My dick starts to penetrate him and since I am somewhat bigger than average its hurting him. I then feel the fat guy mount as i find myself in yet another scenario I have never been in. Fucking RAW while getting fucked RAW. Daddy then feeds me his cock and I am surrounded by cock. The fat guy gets up as he is having trouble fuck me... they then tell the bottom to turn around and they have me mount his cock RAW... As I slide in I see Daddy putting on a rubber again and I know he is getting ready to fuck me... He tells me to get up and lean on the bed and he gets behind me... I feel his hard cock penetrate me again and it burns again.. He then tells the fat guy if he want to cum already and he said yes... so the fat guy lays me missionary style and he spreads my legs and just jams his cock right in RAW.. I tell him to stop for a min since he hurt me but he said "NO"... as He starts to fuck me really hard I can feel his cock getting harder and swollen... As I am starting to enjoy his hard cock fuck me.... I can see it in his eyes he is about to breed me... I have a surge of excitement run through my body as I know he is "Neg" and I have been wanting to get breed for a long time... As he is about to burst Daddy sits on my face and and has me lick his ripe hole as he is Jacking off with out the rubber. I then feel a hot splash on my chest as Daddy cum on me and then I hear the fat guy MOAN... "Yes... BITCH...TAKE IT, TAKE IT" and I thought I would feel him cum in me like several other stories but I didn't... I then cum from knowing I was just bred and Daddy is still sitting on my face... As I am there dripping in my cum and Daddy's cum on my chest the fat guy pulls out and i then fell the dripping out of my gaping hole... I can also feel Daddy's cum drip down my ball sack and into my hole along with mine... Suddenly I feel a finger re inserting what ever cum is around my hole... Its the other bottom re inserting everyones cum in my hole... He didn't cum but I didn't care.. I felt like such a whore. I kinda pushed his fingers away because I didn't remember fat guy came in me and i thought it was dripping only outside... I got up and started to wipe the cum away.. I then left and came home and for about a week a jacked off to that night constantly... After a week I emailed the FAT "Neg" guy to whore me out again and to use me like a slut... He got back to me saying yes and he wants to take me to a bathhouse. I agreed. Here I am two weeks later and i am extremely with a cold/flu that wont go away and its been almost a 2 weeks since I have had it... I wonder what it could be...

A top should always depozit his load in the ass.

Part 3: I was scared that my boyfriend's friend had seen me, and I was stressed for a few days that my boyfriend would find out about my secret activities. My boyfriend organized a dinner party the following weekend, and invited a few friends, including the one I'd seen at the beat. I was very nervous throughout the party, but he never said anything so I assumed that I had been successful in leaving the beat that day without him seeing me. Phew. Safe for now. Well, a few days later and I was horny again. I shouldn't be thinking about cruising at beats, but I was horny. It's like a drug and I was addicted. I was monogamous, but I also had an addiction, and this afternoon was one of those days when the addiction won. I needed to visit the beat. I was extra careful, I didn't want to bump into the friend and let him see me there, so I kept my distance from the beat and just watched for a while. I decided that I'd go straight into a cubicle and only play through the glory hole. That way, no one would see my face and recognize me. I felt like the coast was clear enough, so I made my way in. I was supposed to be monogamous but I was too horny, and I told myself I'd just go one more time and I would only let myself suck or be sucked. No fucking allowed this time. Then that would be it. I'd get it out of my system and I'd be able to move on and be faithful to my boyfriend again. I walked in quickly. Both cubicles were empty so I chose the same one I'd been in with the ginger guy last time. A guy was at the urinals and I think I'd seen him around before, so I was fairly sure he'd be cruising too. I closed and locked the cubicle door, pulled my pants down, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. A guy entered the other cubicle, I assume the guy who'd just been at the urinal because it was too quick for anyone new to have entered the facility. Some foot tapping under the partition from both of us signaled that play time was on. I beckoned him through the glory hole, to show him that I wanted his dick. He was obviously keen because he stood up immediately and I was soon staring directly at a nice semi hard cock. I wasted no time and took him in my mouth, letting my tongue make love to his mushroom head. I had him fully hard in no time. Nice cock, slightly above average I think. Very tasty. I wanted it to last for a while, but in a beat situation it's often a quickie, and that's what happened here. I felt him tense up, grunt, and reward my efforts with a mouthful of delicious cum. He pulled back through the glory hole, and left. I stayed put. I was still horny and I heard a couple of guys walk in, so I didn't want to leave while they were still around. Moments later, both of them entered the cubicle and one had his cock through the glory hole before they'd even managed to close the door. It was a larger cock than the previous one, and I wanted to suck it, but I hesitated because there were two guys in the other cubicle and it felt risky. I must have paused too long because I heard a voice telling me to "suck it, it sounded like the last guy enjoyed it", so I did. I gave him the save treatment with swirling my tongue over his head while massaging the shaft with my hands. It was a great dick to suck and I thought it'd feel good in my ass, but I was only here to suck, regardless of how horny I was. His cock was throbbing, I could tell he was enjoying it and I was doing a good job, and then came the next instruction from over the cubicle wall "turn around and let me fuck you". I kept sucking but got a bit scared about the possibility of someone outside overhearing us, and he said it again, but slightly louder "I want to fuck you". I weighed up my options and thought it'd be better to get fucked than get caught, so I did what he wanted. I turned around and back my ass up to the glory hole, guiding his dick in at the same time. As soon as my ass was against the wall, he took over and started fucking me, thrusting his bare cock in and out, finally thrusting deep and yelling "fuck yeah, take my load". I had forgotten that there were two of them in that cubicle until he said "I'm going to pull out now, but keep your ass exactly where it is, my friend wants a turn". Shit. I'd forgotten about the other guy, but I didn't want to disobey the loud guy. He was obviously not shy about attracting attention. I stayed exactly in the same spot as the first guy pulled out and a dollop of his cum fell to the floor. I heard "we can't waste that, it'll be good lube" and he scooped the cum off the floor, coated his friend's dick, and his friend pushed his bare cock inside me. The friend started thrusting right away. He was much quieter than the first one, which was a relief, but I could hear a running commentary: "That's so hot watching you fuck him bareback" and "so hot that you're using my cum as lube" and "you're going to breed him too, aren't you?". That last one was answered by a demonstration rather than with words. His cock pulsed and I heard a soft groan, and I knew I'd just taken another random load. I came too, shooting my load over the cubicle floor. That's two random anonymous loads in my monogamous ass. The second guy finished and they both left the cubicle, and after washing hands, I heard them leave the facility. I waited for a couple of minutes and decided I needed to leave. No one else had entered, so I figured it was safe to make my escape. I took a few steps outside, and came face to face with my boyfriend's friend, chatting to another guy. The same one who I thought I'd snuck past last time. "Fancy seeing you here. What a coincidence" to be continued...

I’ve always gone to gloryholes been fucked anon that way. Lately the idea of some random man walking into my apartment and finding me ready to take a cock has turned me on so i thought i would try my luck. I removed my profile details from grindr and sniffies and just changed my name to “anon cumdump” not expecting much but it turned into me taking 8 loads yesterday. got a few messages on both apps right away. Guy 1: Athletic build, mid 30s visiting from a smaller neighboring town to get groceries. messages me saying “i need to dump a load” I let him know that im lubed up waiting with my door unlocked and ready to take his dick. “can i breed you?” he asks. I respond with yes please. about 2 minutes later i hear my door open and close and footsteps approach the bedroom. I arch my back exposing my lubed hole. He slaps his semi on my hole a few time to get himself hard. I feel him slide in. if i had to guess he was probably around 6 inches. not too thick. he gives me about 8-9 pumps before he tells me he’s gonna cum. I feel his cock pulse in my hole. As soon as he knows he’s got all his nut in me, he pulls out and heads out the door. Guy 2: Hits me up on grindr. He’s in his 40s and has profile pic up. Not really a looker but i don’t care. “you still taking loads?” “yeah, do you want dump yours in me?” “i do” I text him my address and 5 minutes later the door opens. He’s in my bedroom and i hear him undo his belt jeans. I feel his tongue on my cummy, lubed hole. he fucks me with his tongue a bit before i feel him plunge his cock in me. probably around the same size as the last one. He only lasts about 5 pumps before he’s grunting and unloading deep inside me. Guy 3: 65 year old from sniffles. Stated he hasn’t fucked anyone in years and need to unload. I send him the address and he’s in the door within a minute (turns out he’s a neighbor) he slides a fat thick in me and holds still for a few seconds. I feel him pulsing in me. He came as soon as he was in me. he says “sorry” and leaves. I message him reassuring him that we both got what we wanted and he’s welcome in me anytime. Guy 4. Mid 40s. single dad visiting. Had some time away from the kids and messaged me to on grindr to unload. “haven’t nutted in ages, you want an 8 inch dick in you?” “Hell yes i do.” i send him the address and he’s there in 10 minutes. he walks in and pulls me by the hips closer off the bed. He starts tasting my hole and the loads other men have shot in me up to this point. His tongue is then replaced with his dick and he wasn’t lying. definitely felt all 8 inches. He fucks my sloppy hole for a little over a minute before loudly grunting and moaning while shooting his seed deep inside my sloppy hole. “fuck boy” he says as he pulls his cock out guy 5: late 30s, someone i’ve talked to on and off since i was 18. (he had no idea it was me. 😈) I ask him if he needed a warm place to cum and he says yes. “let me shower first.” i respond with “no need just stop by.” “you dirty fucker i’m on my way” he shows up about 15 minutes later. I can smell his gym musk while he’s standing behind me lining his cock up with my hole. he slides in and feels how wet i am. “how many loads are you in right now.” “4 sir” he pulls out for a second. “taste these loads on my cock.” he shoves his cock in my mouth. “clean that dick slut” He fucks my mouth about before sliding back into my hole. He fucks me for about a minute and tells me he’s gonna give me my 5th load. He pumps in me with his cock halfway in my hole. he pulls out slowly and some of his load, and the loads previous trickle out of my hole. Guy 6 messaged me with no profile info on grindr. “addres?” i give it to him and 10 minutes later he’s inside me. he’s got what feels like a big dick. thick too. He fucks me for a good 3 minutes and then silently pulses in me. Guy 7 48 year old married man messaged on sniffles saying he needed to cum really bad. “i’ve got a few loads in me if you don’t mind” “i’m married so maybe just a blow job” i wanted his load in my ass but who am i to refuse a man a place to cum. I send him my address and he’s here in about 5 minutes. I go to reposition my self so i can suck him but feel two hands on my hips before i can move. I feel his cock start to enter me. “I changed my mind im adding my load to that hole.” “thank you sir.” i reply. he pumps into me about 9-10 times and pulls my hips deep into him and lets out a loud moan. Guy 8: 40 year old bear type also living in the neighborhood. he messaged me on sniffies and i sent him my address. “damn i live a few doors down.” he’s here in seconds. He sees the loads overflowing out of my hole. He plunges a 9 inch cock into my mess of a hole. He tells me i feel so good. He cums deep inside me. Pulling out some more loads as his cock pulls out. Guy 9: last load of the day. 60 year old married daddy. “ how many loads boy?” “8 sir.” “damn you’re sloppy aren’t you?” yes sir. I send him my address and he’s here in 6 minutes. he stretches my already loose hole with a thick cock. “do you like that daddy cock in your young hole?” yes daddy.” I say in a whimpered voice. “you want daddy to give you another load boy?” “yes please daddy shoot deep in me.” “here it comes boy.” he grunts and tells me to take his load. I do so with a smile on my face. he pulls out and is on his way. as i am writing this i still feel some left over cum in my hole although with how sloppy i got most of it came out yesterday. I love being a warm place for men to cum.

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.

Chapter 15: Awakenings Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 0425 MST. 31-Oct-20XX Gravestone opened his eyes with a start, gasping for air. He had been lying on the floor, and didn’t know how long he had been out. He had been dreaming while under metamorphosis: he was running through a dark forest with the voices of his comrades calling out to him though he never saw their faces or figures. He was being chased by something with sloshy footsteps, and every time he tried to look back, he tripped over a protruding tree root or a fallen branch, or dodged a wild critter at his feet. Then he came to a giant gaping maw, an abyss so black that he couldn’t see its bottom. He knew if he remained in place, the thing chasing him would eventually catch up, but he saw no way across the chasm. On the opposite side, he saw his wife Denise and their son, Mason. They stood still and said nothing, and their faces were a complete blank. Gravestone turned and faced his pursuer, only to find that it was not one being, but all of his teammates. Everyone had been turned into a smiler. He looked up at the canopy of trees, and saw Jack hanging from a denuded branch with one arm, as if he were a monkey. Jack only dangled there, slightly swinging back and forth while creepily singing, “One…two…three…four… five…”, but he would start over at “one” again when the count ended. As the spectres of his team closed in, wordlessly, Jack started the sequence again but slower, and his voice deepened. Gravestone could see that Reaper and Tex hung back, and Zero disappeared from sight. Looking to his right, he saw General Krell standing on his head. “I’ll have you court-martialed!” he thundered. The others came in closer, ever closer in one creepy unison motion, and when they finally lunged for him, Jack reached the next number. “Six!” Gravestone leapt backwards into the abyss, not knowing when he’d hit the ground, but he felt free and relieved as gravity pulled him down to the bottom. The dream ended before he touched it. Gravestone pushed himself up to seated on the stone floor. He instinctively reached for the back of his head where he struck the pipe, expecting to find a gash, but instead, his fingers found nothing but hair and skin. In the dim light of the room, he could already see the changes in himself. The skin was discolored, his nails formed claws, and all his clothes were missing. His muscles were more defined, and his former ‘dad bod’ was more like it was twenty years ago. He remembered being surrounded by his team, and quickly put it together that he had been captured but had no memory after that. Gravestone felt warm and moist, like he had been sweating, or perhaps swimming, and his skin felt alien to him. Most surprisingly, his rectum felt tender. He likened the feeling to when he had diarrhea for a solid - or liquid - three days straight, and was afraid to poop for the next week for the irritation. His vision still blurry, he could make out a small red dot almost directly across from him. It would sometimes remain stationary, then move a little in a downward direction before coming back to center. Its glow occasionally brightened for a second, and then receded. He could smell something sharp - distinct and familiar, like something burning. The smell was sometimes offensive, and sometimes sweet and fragrant. Gravestone wondered what he was looking at until he heard a voice. “Hey, Commander.” He knew it at once, and knew what he was seeing. Stag was smoking a cigarette right across from him. “Or should I say Sleeping Beauty?” “S-Staaaag?” Gravestone asked with gravel in his voice and a slight slur. “I thought for suuuure you’d fucked off and left us.” He hacked up his usual morning phlegm, and spit it out to one side. “Hey, don’t waste that. It’s good stuff, and we need it.” Gravestone wiped his mouth with his hand, wondering what Stag was getting at, and why his spit just now was slimier than ever. “They got you, too, huh?” Stag chuckled in a way that could only be described as cocky. “Nope, walked right into their nest. Well, our nest, now, I guess.” Stag took one more draw off his cigarette before stubbing it out. “They changed us into the beasts we were meant to be. I feel so good, and so ready to breed some more holes. Gotta get to full infection so I can reach my maximum potential.” He chuckled with what could only be pride and smugness. Gravestone took stock of himself, and also Stag. Both men were physically changed almost beyond recognition in this light. Body fat drained away, replaced with hard muscle and bulging black veins beneath them. Eyes blackened, teeth sharpened, dicks bigger. Stag already had horns forming on top of his head, and his commander could see their protrusions. How fitting, Gravestone thought. Stag got his antlers. Horny bastard. He smiled inwardly at the dad joke. Then the gravity of his situation hit him. Stag patiently waited while Gravestone adjusted to his new form, and simply sat across from him. Gravestone looked at Stag with irritation. “Oh, you son of a bitch. I’d smack you one right now if I could completely see straight. If you had just stayed with the team, and done your damn job, soldier, we might be on the other side of this shit. Instead, you had to go and get your dick wet, and now we’re both infected. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” “Fucking proud. It hurt like a bitch at first, but once they started breeding me and the virus took over, it was a damn roller-coaster ride that never ended. I wish you could have been awake when they did it to you.” He laughed sardonically. “That was a great show.” Gravestone looked at him with horror and disgust. He wanted to resist, to smash Stag’s face in for the situation that led to this, and for a dozen other offenses, but instead, just sat there blinking with perplexity and controlled rage. It became a silent, motionless duel between them as they each weighed the same possibilities: can one overpower the other? Will he try to kill me? Will we worsen and die? What can we do about this? How much am I willing to give up? “If I get out of this, Stag, you’re a dead man.” “For what?” Stag asked innocently. “Having a little fun? ‘Deviating from the mission’? I hate to break it to you, Commander, but you’re no longer in charge.” “Lieutenant, you got us turned into monsters!” He said the last word like it was a dirty word. Stag gave him an expression of surprise. “Little ol’ me? Nah, that was the Alpha’s doing. We were just in his way. As for ‘monsters’, ha! Hardly. We’ve been… improved. Upgraded.” The Alpha sauntered into view and stood between them. “Now, now, my pretties, I can’t have you fighting.” He turned to Gravestone, and seeing him at his feet, he hoisted him up with both hands. Gravestone felt repulsed by the touch of this… thing with its slimy hands and razor-sharp claws, but complied anyway. Best to see it face to face. When Gravestone stood to height with the Alpha, he looked into its eyes. A black abyss there. And I see myself in it. The reflection took Gravestone’s breath away as he remembered falling into the abyss in his dream. Meanwhile, Stag remained seated behind the Alpha, whose ass was now in his face. Without hesitation or instruction, he placed both his hands on the Alpha’s hips, and tested out his new tongue by lapping the Alpha’s anus with it. The Alpha softly growled with approval, but did not take his eyes off Gravestone. “I am the Alpha, your new master AND commander,” he said in a husky voice. “You will obey me.” Something in Gravestone made him want to accept it, but his mind and instincts began to fight against this resistance. Internally, he was at war with himself. Then he decided. “Yes. I will obey.” In the corner of his mind, he was rebelling. Play along for now. He has the upper hand and you’re outnumbered. Don’t be stupid, Nathan. The Alpha acknowledged the submission, but didn’t speak about the rebellious thought he read in Gravestone’s mind. He simply narrowed his eyes, and his lips formed a thin, flat line. This one will be tough to break. With that, the Alpha turned back to Stag, and also brought him to his feet. “You’re a ruthless one, and deviant as hell. But continue to smoke in my lair, and you won’t get any more seed from anyone. Understood?” Stag bowed his head to show deference, and said nothing. “Good. Don’t forget our deal, either.” “Hey, do you mind? You guys are killing the vibe!” Gravestone turned and looked toward the source of the voice. Sticks was glaring at him while Pixel was on his knees, sucking his thick boner. Pixel pulled the cock from his mouth, and turned toward the arguing trio. “Really, such serious talk at a time like this…” He then resumed nursing the massive cock, and looked up at Sticks with pleading, lustful eyes. Gravestone looked at Stag with astonishment. “That’s it? We’re all gay now?” Stag smirked. “Gay as a picnic basket.” Gravestone put up both his hands. “I don’t want any part of this. I’m a married man. I don’t have a problem with homosexuality, but this isn’t my thing.” The Alpha turned back to him. “You will be part of this. There is no escaping it. Suck your brother’s dick.” He indicated Stag with a tilt of his head, and his face was all seriousness. “Come on, Nathan, it’ll be fun!” Stag encouraged. “You’ll love it as much as I do!” He bared his newly-formed fangs in a wicked smile. “No,” Gravestone said, moving to a nearby corner. “Resisting won’t undo it, Gravestone,” the Alpha said in a threatening voice. “Oh, yes, I know all your code names. I know about Reaper, and Tex, and Zero too, and they’ll be joining our coterie before long. They can’t resist, and neither can you.” “Fuck you, Alpha. You can go straight to hell,” Gravestone said defiantly. As he moved to his corner, he saw Patch being ravaged by a smiler so deeply infected that its skin was pitch black, and the horns on his head were massive like a ram in mating season. Patch looked like he was in pig heaven, and paid no attention to the quarrelling. Looking to his right, he could make out Lockjaw ramming his monster cock into another smiler. Of all the smilers, only this one was wearing any clothes. Gravestone took it to be a lab coat that had seen better days. He felt a twinge of remorse that his leadership failed all of his team. “I gave you a gift, Gravestone,” the Alpha growled, his impatience rising. “And an order. Look how much fun your friends are having. It’ll feel so good, and you’ll never want to stop.” “Eat shit off my balls and die, fucker,” Gravestone spat with as much venom as he could muster. “I’m not doing it.” Then something happened that Gravestone didn’t notice - he was slowly getting hard. The Alpha, however, detected it at once and grinned slightly. “Hey now, Nathan, that sounds like you have a fetish you want to share with the group,” Stag said mockingly, grabbing his cock and shaking it at Gravestone. “You may say that, but your body says differently,” the Alpha replied as he ignored Stag’s comment, pointing at Gravestone’s swelling member. Gravestone looked down at himself, and saw that he was, in fact, getting aroused. You would dare rise for this shit?, he silently demanded of his stiffening dick. But the size was impressive, and Gravestone struggled to control himself at this new development. “Seems he needs some convincing, boss,” Stag said coercively. The Alpha exhaled quietly through his nostrils. He closed his blackened eyes, and raised both his fists before his face in concentration. After a moment, Gravestone suddenly felt compelled, and wordlessly came back to Stag, and got on his knees. Without thinking, he inhaled Stag’s thick ginger cock, and began to suck like his life depended on it. The Alpha reopened his eyes, and lowered his fists, pleased. “Good. Don’t stop until he cums.” Stag was visibly impressed by the Alpha’s will. So he has powers of mind-control as well, eh? I better watch myself, or he might make me do things that *I* disagree with. I need to find a way to get free, go wreak some havoc. Gravestone had no idea how to suck a dick, and was just slobbering all over. There was no instinct, and the Alpha wasn’t teaching him. The oral sex felt good, but not good enough. Stag let his commander get used to the sensation of sucking dick, and hoped carnal instinct would kick in. The Alpha roamed around the room, satisfied that all the new recruits were swapping their tainted loads, and infecting each other a little more deeply. Stag sensed that the Alpha’s thoughts were now elsewhere, and the tension of the room began to relax. He took hold of Gravestone in one handful of hair, and forced him to swallow him to the shaft. The tight throat gasped in surprise, and easily gave way to the intrusion. Stag slowly pulled out of Gravestone’s throat, and rammed back in, trying to teach him how to do this important task. What have I been missing out on all these years? Gravestone wondered as Stag prepared his throat for more sexual assault. This is…mmph… great! He began to get a hunger for it, and greedily began to get into the spirit of the act. Stag’s mind wandered while Gravestone struggled with his first big cock. We can’t stay here. Someone will come looking for us. And I know just who I want to share this gift with. Stag’s lips formed an evil sneer. Oh, yes, that roided-up freak will get his just desserts for dumping me. His eyes began to dart around the room, looking for an exit of some kind that would take him back to the real world. But Gravestone’s laudable efforts were starting to cause a churning in Stag’s balls, and he would waste his first toxic load if he didn’t act. Stag pulled his dick free from Gravestone’s slimy mouth, and let the man have some air. Gravestone only wiped his mouth with one hand, and looked up at his frenemy. “What? Why’d you stop? I was just getting good at this.” Stag snorted. “No you weren’t. Bend over.” Gravestone stayed on his knees and faced the other way so his ass was exposed to Stag. The next thing he felt was a cool but sticky sensation on his hole. Stag was lubricating him with his spit. The act felt familiar, and he wondered, Is it like this when Denise and I have sex? Is this what she feels? His train of thought was instantly cut short as the Alpha’s voice echoed in Gravestone’s head. Forget her. Forget your god, your job, your home. This is your life now. Take his seed, and be one of us. You can’t go back. Stag plunged his toxic dick into Gravestone’s willing hole, and fucked him mercilessly. Both men groaned for different reasons, and suddenly everything in life made sense to Gravestone. Yes, this is …oh my god… fuck yeah... I want this. The power is incredible. Ohhhhhhh don’t stop… The Alpha stood back, watching with immense pride and satisfaction. He sent a thought to Gravestone. Just wait until you get to breed a hole with this. You will love it. Stag thrust himself in and out, letting Gravestone feel the entire shaft and all the sensations. “I’ll show you how a real man fucks, commander.” Gravestone tensed up slightly at the sound of his military title. “Oh, you don’t like that, eh, commander? You’re my bitch now, and maybe you can go wait in a cushy … office with… the General if … you … can’t … handle that!” Stag’s breath came shorter and shorter in loud rasps as he felt himself near climax. In the corner, Sticks watched Stag’s short, hard thrusts in their commander’s ass, easily following suit as he did the same to Lockjaw. To their right, Pixel was draped over one of the smilers, its obscenely large cock deep inside his ass as another smiler slowly pushed into his already straining hole, the previous loads from other smilers dripping like oil on the ground. In an opposite corner, Patch was fucking the ass of one of the smilers, a large goonish smile plastered on his face as he slammed his much larger dick in the hole, his tainted load leaking into the smiler as another one plowed deep into his guts, making his dick dribble inside as he fucked and was fucked. Stag suddenly let out a deep animalistic growl as he fully shot out a massive load in Gravestone, a pool of thick saliva dripping out of his mouth below as he reveled in the feeling of adding his own toxic brew into his commanding officer's ass. Momentarily spent, one of the smilers grabbed Stag, pulling him out of Gravestone, as it firmly seated itself inside the redheaded man. Throwing its head back, it gave a satisfied growl. “Fuck yeah, give me more…” he moaned, pushing himself back as he felt his cock begin to harden again. The Alpha lounged in the corner as he watched his subjects continue to fuck with reckless abandon, his massive cock dripping an obscene amount of cum, almost tar-like in the low light of the room. Finally shooting his load, Sticks let out his own growl, slowly feeling Lockjaw’s body as one of the smilers gently pulled him away from his lover. A different one took his place, shoving its cock hard and fast into Lockjaw, making him gasp in pain and pleasure. In an effort to console him, Sticks began to make out with him, the black veins in their necks sticking out against their now greyish skin. “Fuck, you look so hot right now, babe,” Sticks said, his voice gravely as his cock still dripped with cum after his brutal assault on the bigger man’s ass. The smiler that had pulled him out of Lockjaw’s ass now began to position him so that they could continue to lock lips, sharing in the pain of having their guts rearranged as the two smilers began to slam hard and fast, letting hormones and the virus fuel them. Getting up, Gravestone cut to the front of the line, giving one of the smilers a wicked grin as he watched the latest one fucking Stag, who was now watching Pixel and Patch be swapped between one of the creatures, pumping a few times in one man, then pulling out and slamming into the other’s ass as each man nursed on a smiler’s cock. Suddenly, Stag turned around with a surprised look of shock on his face as Gravestone slammed as hard as he could in Stag’s ass, his hole previously just being vacated by one of the smilers, a fresh load painting his guts. An evil smirk of satisfaction on the commander’s face as Stag gasped out in pain. His short, hard stabs made the skinnier man moan, as he breathlessly began to beg Gravestone for his load. His long, skillful strokes began to get ragged and less fluid, a sign that he was painfully close. The Alpha grinned, knowing that once the stoic commander shot in the man’s ass, he’d be fully gone, the need to spread the virus taking full hold. Suddenly, an ear-splitting metallic scrape was heard from across the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked in the direction of the sound. The Alpha sniffed the air a couple of times, then let out a scream howl. “You! Go see what that was!” he ordered to an underling who wasn’t engaged in mating. The smiler, resentful that he was chosen to step out of the festivities, scowled, but it complied. The others resumed their activities, unconcerned for the interruption. Sticks began to moan as the smiler who was sucking him earlier was now engaged in fucking him senseless. The moans increased in volume, encouraging all the other smilers to increase their pace and fuck a little harder. A scream growl was heard in the distance, and the Alpha raised his head with alarm. Someone is here! Excellent, more fresh meat! He went to see for himself, and left the others to keep up their frenetic orgy. When the Alpha entered the next room, he found cardboard boxes scattered all around. Some were in pieces, and others were completely whole. He found the remains of a wall that someone had built, and what resembled a hole blown through the center of it. Beyond the hole was an opening, a shaft of light, and the form of his scout could be seen charging through it at top speed. They escaped, the Alpha thought. Fuck! Then it dawned on him. And now… so can we! He rushed back to the orgy, and found that some of them had finished their breedings. Gravestone lay face down on the floor, ass in the air, looking comatose but relieved. Stag was cradling his spent cock with one hand, and supporting himself with the other on a wall. Sticks and Lockjaw were both on their backs, gasping for air with their eyes on the ceiling, having just finished shooting their own toxic loads. The Alpha looked at the assemblage of smilers, and exerted his aura to turn their attention to him. When he had it, he finally spoke. “We’re free. Whoever was here just now opened the door for us, and we will make a run for it.” The Alpha turned to Gravestone, and made sure he knew he was speaking to him. “We’re not staying. The rest of your team will try to mount a rescue, and they’ll kill us if they find us. Gather your men, and your possessions. We leave in five.” “Why?” Stag demanded. “We easily outnumber them, and have superior power. They —” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing this was the chance he needed to enact his plans. He lowered his head, and did not meet his stare. “Sorry, Alpha.” “Speak out of turn again, Stag, and you will be,” the Alpha said reprovingly. “You’ll speak when spoken to.” Gravestone, who had just shot his load into Stag and was breathing heavily, couldn’t help but smirk. You’ll never learn, Stag. Seriously, no respect for protocol, even in this situation… “Any of you still breeding may finish, but when you’re done, don’t stay. I know a place where we can hide out from the daylight,” the Alpha continued. “The sun will burn us, and this place is no longer an option. Your presence here, Gravestone, proves it. Be ready to go.” With that, the Alpha and several smilers walked out of the room with him. A few stragglers remained to finish their reinfections. —------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. 0530 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX. Garrett let out a sigh of relief. The medvac team wheeled Beau away on the mobile stretcher, and thankfully he was still alive. They didn’t quite know what to do with him, or how to help him, but an unseen order from someone higher up instructed them to take him to isolation and quarantine. “Whoa, I need a shot of whisky after that!” Garrett exclaimed. He looked to the horizon. The sun will be up any minute. I can finally go home and wash the stink of this night off me. He looked back at Helixion building 3, and surmised that what he saw raping Beau was probably a lab animal. But what animal copulates with humans at will? Garrett figured there had to be more to it. It looked almost human, but… corrupted somehow. He looked up at the stars, which were already fading from view. What kind of lab is this??? What in God’s name were these scientists up to? The air was suddenly quiet, the sort of quiet where the slightest noise would seem incredibly loud. The insects stopped chirping, and any birds still around in this season stopped their sunrise squawkings. Garrett was unnerved by the silence as he returned to his post. Then, without warning, a terrifying scream growl was heard from behind Building 3. Garrett rolled his eyes, the adrenaline kicking back in as he drew his weapon again. “What the hell is it this time?” He barely had time to turn around when he was suddenly overpowered by a swarm of creatures just like the one that had attacked Beau. Each had blackened or sickly grey skin, some bore horns and sizable claws, but all were naked, and all were coming after him. One or two of them were bundling up something, but Garrett hadn’t time to process what he was looking at. “Whoa!” he shouted as the mass of unknown creatures descended on him. A couple of them spit on him as he fell, and their thick mucus missed his face. Another one of the creatures came nose to nose with him, and licked his face intensely. Garrett felt repulsed by the tongue, and then calmed down quite suddenly. He felt himself being hoisted by a few hands, and before he could completely register what was happening, he was being carried horizontally above their heads as they raced across the parking lot toward the trees en masse. The largest and blackest of the creatures was at the head of the pack, clearly leading them to some unknown location. Garrett dropped his weapon as the only evidence that he had been there. “Come, my beautiful creations!” the Alpha transmitted to his followers. “This world will be ours for the taking!” The army of infected creatures swiftly moved across the woods, following bike and jogging paths, never stopping, never hiding, and never speaking, their single-minded purpose driving them to find new shelter before daybreak. The trails were, miraculously, unoccupied, and the motley crew moved through the twilight swiftly and unobserved. As the sunrise began, the Alpha held up a warning hand, and the team stopped in their tracks. He turned to them, saying, “We’re here. This will be our new base of operations.” He gave a grand gesture toward an immense building. Some of them recognized it as the old hospital, almost directly across from the newer and shinier one that had better facilities. “Get inside, quickly!” The scientists and soldiers rushed past him, still carrying a comatose Garrett above their heads. The Alpha looked upward at the building. This is where it began. And this is where it will end.

Chapter 6 ——- Jacob ———— As lay in bed waiting for the alarm to go off I thought back on my first two weeks working at the pizza sho. The time had flown by. I was really loving it here. The other guys were great and a lot of fun to work with. I had hung out with Trev a few more times outside of work since that first night. He even invited me to a small party he threw last weekend. Nothing huge or outrageous, just a group of about 25 guys hanging out, talking, drinking, listening to music, and munching on snacks. He even had that one game with the small bean bags and boards with a hole in it, whatever that was called, in his backyard. Buck and Ant had been really cool by letting Kenny and Lance off at 8pm that night, covering the close so they could make the party. Then they showed up at the party for a few minutes after the shop was closed to say hi before going home. I had grown close with all the guys, but particularly Trev. He seemed to treat me like his little brother, even though I was taller than him, and always made sure I got to and from work safe. Never let me have two many nights home alone. Helped me with my plans to move out. He was just so nice and protective. I really am started to feel like I am part of the family at the shop. Even Buck and Ant were super cool. They rarely played the boss card, always jumped in and helped anytime we got busy, and seemed to genuinely care about us. I also still had a killer crush on Buck. I mean all the guys were hot. Hell I’d seen Ant’s dick and I’d not turn it down if it was offered. But my heart and dick still was stuck on Buck. However much I was crushing on my boss I knew it had to be pushed down. I now knew Buck was gay, but he hadn’t seemed interested in me beyond an employee and I wasn’t going to risk my job by hitting on him. Especially now that I was starting to get somewhere in saving too move out. I had worked a full 40 hours my first week and the another 43 hours this last week. The shop did paychecks weekly for hours and credit card tips and I got my first check last Wednesday. I was stunned. Between that check, which I deposited immediately to my credit union account, and the cash tips I had saved $1257. Plus my next check should be close to $500, same as my last one was. That would be direct deposited this next Wednesday to add to my piggy bank. I had only spent money on my work shoes, a few pairs of work pants, some hygiene products, few necessary odds and ends, and of course my “rent”. I thought I’d have to pay for my other work shirts but when Ant gave me my addition 3 shirts when fedex delivered them he said it was on the shop and they were mine to keep. I had been really lucky with good tips and I had only been spending money when really necessary. I need to save as much as I could as quick as possible to escape Ralph and the house. I’d miss my mom but I could still visit or go to lunch with her. I just couldn’t live under his rules much longer. I had paid him on the first of the month like I was told to, and he immediately started question me about my pay and tips. How did I come up with so much so quick since I’d only work 4 shifts before I paid him. I told him I’d had old birthday money saved up that I used with my tips. He maybe a boarder line idiot and alcoholic, but he knew how to sniff out money and any lies around it. Luckily that day he accepted my explanation but he had deep suspicion in his eyes. I had taken to go to the atm after work to deposit my tips every night when possible. If I couldn’t for some reason I keep the tips hidden on me all night. I never had more than $20 to $30 out where he could see it at a time. I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak in my room when I was gone either so I never left money at the house. I really didn’t like having to hide my money, it made me feel so uncomfortable and like I’d lost my “home”. But even if I managed to save all my tips this week and add my pay check Wednesday, I probably have less than $2000. Trev had helped me look for places around the neighborhood and around the shop. All of them were expensive and required deposits along with first and last month’s rent. Plus while I’d started building my credit it wasn’t that high yet, so that generally meant I’d need a co-signer or an even bigger deposit according to the apartment websites. Then there was the deposit to get the utilities in my name, I’d have to get a new phone (I wasn’t going to be dependent on Ralph for anything), and I need a bed, sofa, tv, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and things I probably wasn’t even thinking about. Just thinking about it had me overwhelmed. I got up since I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my phone and I still had 20 mins till my alarm was set to go off. I shut it off and went to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and got all my stuff together. I walked out into the living room and to my surprise Ralph was sitting in his recliner drinking a cup of coffee. “Trying to sneak out before I am up again are you? I wanted to talk to you for days!” He sneered at me. That was news to me. All week he had either been out late at the bar or in already in bed when I got home. Then when I got up at my normal time in the mornings for work he was still asleep. “I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me Ralph. But can I wait, I am opening this morning. I don’t want to be late.” I said in a snarky tone, more than I normally would have. My sour mood from the thought of all the cost of moving out was still effecting me. Plus as I laid there bed I become and more resentful of this man. He contributed little and demanded so much. “Don’t you sas me boy. Just because you making a little money, and I mean little based on your tips you been bring home, you aren’t grown! You will listen to me!” He said raising his voice. That was all I could take. My temper broke and I couldn’t help it. “You know what Ralph, why don’t you just go fuck yourself.” I said while I looked at him like the useless parasite I had come to know him to be. I saw the shock in his face before I turned and walked out the door. I had never talked to him like that. I had got on my bike and was already riding away when he yelled something at me from the door that I couldn’t hear. I rode as fast as I could toward the shop. My anger driving me for a few blocks. Then what I had done hit me. I had made a mess! I had been disrespectful and cursed. That was not acceptable in my house. Even if I was right, my mom would not be happy with me. She was loving but firm when it came to showing respect to your elders. Ralph would be mad and punish me anyway he could. I don’t think he’d be able to get mom to kick me out over it but I know he’d try and probably threaten if I did it again I’d be gone. I wanted to go but I couldn’t go on my own now, I wasn’t ready. By the time I reached the store I had started crying and when I went to get off the bike I nearly fell. Luckily a pair of strong arms steady me. When I turn to look who had caught me I say Trev looking at me with concern. I fell into his arms and broke down crying. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my head, and whispering reassurances to me. His strong body held me up no problem. I dug my head into his neck and hadn’t even realized anyone else was there till I hear Buck’s deep voice. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? What happened to upset him?” He asked Trev in a very brisk protective tone. “I’n not sure. I was in my car when he came up on his bike. He was riding kinda of shaky so I got out to check on him. That’s when I saw he was crying and he almost fell off his bike so I caught him. I didn’t ask anything, I just hugged him.” Trev responded not moving me and continuing to keep me in a bear hug. “Jacob, can you tell me if you are hurt? Do we need to take you to the doctor?” He asked as I felt his big hand rest against my lower back. I shook my head not moving it from Trev’s neck. I knew I was acting like a baby, and even worst I was doing it in front of my boss. But I couldn’t help it I need to feel safe and I did between these two and my head buried “in the sand” of Trev’s neck. “I think he may have had an argument with his step dad. I know it’s been tense between them for a while.” Trev said without going into the details. “Ok, well we need to get him inside and sat down. Jacob, can you let go of Trevor and walk into the store?” Buck asked me softly. Before I could answer that or release his neck Trev picked me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “I will get him inside boss. Just get the door.” Trev told Buck as he carried me toward the backdoor. Or I assumed that’s where we went. I was still crying into his neck. I am not sure how long I sat in the break room crying into Trev’s neck. He took us in there and sat down with me on his lap. He held me and continued to try to gently sooth me. Buck had followed us in then left and closed the break room door I guess to give me privacy. When I had finished my breakdown, I felt so ashamed of myself. I pulled my head up and peaked at Trev. He looked at me without judgement. Something like I imagined a brother would look like when comforting his upset sibling. “Are you feeling better Jac” he asked using a nickname he’d started calling me a few days ago. “Yea, but now I feel like a baby. I made such a scene.” I replied sadly. “Hey none of that! You have a right to feel your feelings. There is nothing wrong with needing a cry and hug. That why I have big shoulders, they are here to cry on.” He said as he wiped a tear from my cheek . ”I know you understand Trev, but I just blubbered like a fool in front of Buck!” “He would tell you the same thing and if I wasn’t here he’d of been the first to volunteer his shoulder.” He said with a sincere smile. ”But I do need you to confirm that no one hurt you. No one put their hands on my little bro right?” He said in a tone that made me sure if someone had they’d be getting a serious visit from a very big angry bear. “No, no one hurt me. I just got in an argument with Ralph. Said stuff I shouldn’t have. Then ran out of the house. It hit me how stupid I’d been as I was riding here and then I started to freak out about getting in trouble. Then I guess all the stress and worry just all collided and I kind of lost it. I am lucky you were here or I’d might have been flat on the sidewalk crying with a broken ankle or something.” “Na, we wouldn’t have let that happen Jac, we will always have your back.” Trev told me, which he made sound like an unbreakable promise. We were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I had got off Trev’s lap while we were talking and sat in the chair across from him. Trev got up and walked to the door opening it to allow Buck to join us. “Jacob, are you feeling better?” He asked as he walked over to me and placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. “Yea, just embraced that I caused such a fuss.” I said looking up at him. “First, I am glad you are feeling better. Second, don’t feel embarrassed, we all have emotions and we all have times when we need to let them out. Would it be okay if Trevor left us so you could tell me what’s going on? Not as your boss, but as a friend that cares about you?” He asked gently and in a way that reassured me I wasn’t in trouble. I nodded and then thanked Trev again before he left us alone in the room. Buck took the seat across from me and put a bottle of cold water on the table next to me. I took a drink and explained everything to Buck. The ultimatum, my relationship or lack of with Ralph, the having to hide money, trying to keep up all the house chores, the stress over the cost of moving out, and finally the argument this morning. He listened intently. Not interrupting. Not trying to minimize my feelings. Not judging me. Just being there for me. When I was done I realized he had been holding my hands the whole time. He gave me a reassuring smile after I had finished. ”Ok, we know the problem we can start working on the solution. I don’t want to overstep, but I can’t sit here and watch someone I care about hurting like this. So, here what I propose: we will take the day off, you will still get paid, and we will figure this out. I won’t let you go home to a place you feel unsafe in.” He told me in his deep caring voice. “Oh I can’t do that. I don’t want take your money and not work. Plus it’s not fair that I put all this on you. I don’t know how long it’s been but I am sure I am already way behind in getting the front ready. And I put Trev behind too. I really need to go out and work.” I said as I stood up to go up front. Buck stood up and blocked my path and gently put his hand and my arms looking me in my eyes. “I love that you care about the shop as that to put opening ahead of taking care of yourself. But I have taken care of all that. I asked Ant to come in once we got you in here. We have done all the opening task. Trevor is working the back and Ant is up front. Lance is coming in early to help cover the lunch rush.” I tried to argue but he put his finger up to my mouth. “No, you are going to listen and not argue now. The shop is taken care of. The boys don’t mind stepping up to help. We will always be here for each other. Now I am taking you to a friend I know in the rental world and we are going to figure this all out.” He told me in a very authoritative but caring tone. We exited the break room and before we left I hugged both Trev and Ant and thanked them for covering. Both just hugged me and told me not to worry about it. Buck took me get something to eat. I hadn’t ate yet and he decided that was the first thing to fix. Next we drove to an office park and meet with his friend, a very nice lady in her late 30s named Bernice. I explained what I had saved and that basically all I’d have to bring is my clothes and personal stuff. She took notes as we talked, probing about what area I was interested in, what type of place I’d like to live in, and other stuff like that. Buck sat next to me the whole time holding my hand. He didn’t try to jump in or answer questions for me, he just was there for me. I didn’t think she’d have anything I could afford or qualify for but I was suprised when she said she had an idea that might just be perfect for me. We followed her out to the parking lot where she gave Buck an address to follow her to. We parked in front of big old house on a quiet street. I think it was only a few blocks from the shop. The house was in good shape, not freshly remodeled but not neglected either. She took me around the side to stairs that led down to a basement door. It had the letter C on the door. Bernice explained the house had been turned into apartments a few years ago and that her company was the management company for the house. This unit had just become available a few weeks ago. It was a small one bedroom. From the front door you walked into the modest living room. Off to one side was a kitchen. Then down a hall was a decent sized bathroom. The hall ended at a fire that led to a medium sized bedroom. She told me the apartment came furnished. That the rent included the water, trash, and yard maintenance. I’d have to get the power switched over to my name within a week. She did say normally a deposit, first and last months rent, a background check, plus a credit check was required. However, the owners made special exceptions for LGBT youth, as they were part of the community. They also knew Buck and since he was willing to co-sign the lease the owners would probably being will to forgo everything but the first months rent, which was $750 a month. Bernice then told me all we’d have to do now if I wanted the place was go back to the office, fill out the application, review the lease, pass a background check (she told me it wouldn’t take 20 minutes ti come back), and then give her my card to run for the rent. I couldn’t believe that it was an actual possibility that I could afford this. On the way back to Bernice’s office I tried to talk Buck out of co-signing saying I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. We got the paperwork done and signed. Bernice got my background check back all clear. She took my bank card and ran it. Once the machine read approved I was a proud renter. I called the power company using the number Bernice provided and was able to get the power put in my name starting tomorrow. It was a $150 deposit as well. They took my card over the phone and just like that I had a power bill. Buck surprised me by stopping at a cell phone store. We walked out 30 minutes later with a new number. My phone was paid off so they were able to just transfer the new number to it. I had to pay a connection fee and start up fee that came to under $100. Buck wanted to buy me a new phone but I wouldn’t let him. Even with the rent, power deposit, and phone costs I still had $250 in my account plus my up coming check. I was astonished this was all possible. As we waited for the phone guy to get everything moved over Buck asked if I knew when my step dad would be gone. I told him he was at work now. At which pint Buck got my address from me. After we left the phone store we went to my house where we were met by Kenny who had moving boxes and tape. They helped me pack everything up and load it into Buck’s truck. When we were done I tried to offer to pay Kenny for helping but he refused and told me scorpion boys stick together and gave me a hug goodbye. We got back to my new apartment and got everything unloaded in to my place. It was almost 4 pm by then. Buck told he was going to check on the shop and told me that I should call my mom while he was gone. He didn’t want her to come home to see me gone without explanation. I managed to catch my mom between her jobs. I explains the argument with Ralph, how I’d been feeling, and that I felt needed to be on my own. She apologized that things had got so bad at home. She just was so busy she hadn’t noticed, but she didn’t use that as an excuse. She promised she still loved me and that I was always welcome. She also said she would make sure to make time to visit with me and do it without Ralph until I felt comfortable seeing him again. Buck came back a little after I finished the call. My bike was in the back of his truck and he had a large pizza with him. He locked my bike up outside my apartment by my door, but not in the way of anything. Then came in and we ate dinner. He took his leave around 6:30 saying I needed to rest and to get comfortable in my space. He told me to text if I needed anything. I walked him out and watched as he backed out of the drive only to got 4 doors down across the street to park in the driveway of a cute cottage house. He got out of his truck and walked to his font door waving me goodnight as he went. I had gone from worried and uncomfortable this morning when I woke up to feeling secure and at ease laying in my bed in my new apartment. All because Buck. While Trev had been my rock this morning when I needed him, and I know he always would be, Buck had been my hero today . ——- Buck ——- I got home from Jacob’s house and closed the door. It had been a hell of a day. I went from concerned to pissed at his deadbeat step dad, to problem solving mode. It was so rewarding to help Jacob get out of that situation. He fought me on a few things I wish he hadn’t but that just showed me he was not looking for a hand out but was willing to take a hand up. I had gotten a hard on watching him content and eating and laughing and joking as we shared the pizza tonight. He was so sexy and he didn’t even know it. I texted Trevor to come over to my place if he was free so I could give him the update. I know this morning he was pissed and wanted to beat Jacob’s step dad to a pulp but Ant had talked him down. He came over and brought beer. I gave him the update on the situation as we drank and told him Jacob’s new address. He gave me shit about moving him closer to me than him so I could play papa scorpion. We laughed at that. We both had been pumped and at on point murderous today. To help alleviate that stress I proposed to Trevor that he let me pound out his tight raw hole and give him a recharge. He readily agreed. I took him to my room and stripped him naked. I put him face down in the bed. I used the straps I had attached to all four corner to tie my kinky boy down. I kissed him deep before I secured the gag into his mouth. I got behind him and started to rub him up and down. Using my nails to lightly scratch his back. I got to his ass and slapped one cheek hard. Then I did the same to the other. I alternated between slapping his cheeks and pulling them apart to eat his tight hole. He was moaning and whining in pleasure as I ate his hole. He tried to push back against my face as I tongued him. His hole was craving my big fat raw poz dick. I got up and removed my pants leaving my shirt and socks on. I got lube from the nightstand and squirted it in his winking hole. I worked two fingers into him. He jumped at first then moaned and pushed back. I worked his hole till I could get 4 fingers in. I was using my other hand to jerk his very fat dick that was positioned downward between his legs. I climbed on the bed on top of him and whispered in his ear as I lined up my dick. I told him to get ready daddy was going to force his poz dick covered in toxic precum into his boy hole. I shoved in him balls deep as I finished my warning. He moaned and try to cry out. I slowly stroked my dick in and out of his poz hole. Working my dirty precum into his bussy. Talking dirty to him as I worked him over. I fucked slowly for a while then picked up speed. Drilling harder and faster with each thrust. Trevor shot a huge load hands free all over the bed making his hole squeeze my dick so tight I dumped my charged cum balls deep into his hole. I flooded him balls deep recharging him with the toxic cum that knocked him up. He moaned and tried to beg for it as it filled him up. I untied and ungaged him. We took a shower to clean off as I provided aftercare to my boy. I kissed him goodnight as he left to go home. I laid in bed naked thinking of the cute boy down the street. He seemed plain and timid to most observers I am sure, but I saw the real him. Strong, daring, brave, and above all sexy. I decide that once he got settled and was ready I’d pursue making him my scorpion boy! ——————- Yea so I got typing and the muse took the move out part way longer than I anticipated. Haha. But I hope it is still a good chapter even if a little lighter on the poz sex stuff this time. Thanks you all again for your positive feedback back and encouragement!

Chapter 1 – You Always Remember Your First It was going to be my first time. Will and I have played together a lot of times. We usually start out blowing clouds, then smoke some more or move onto booty bumps. We get into lots of deep and exciting ass play with that. But I’ve never done a slam. Tonight was going to be the night. Will had slammed before and extolled the wonders of it to me. He described it as a fantastic experience that made him the biggest ass slut he’s ever been. He’s been slamming for a while now, and was a skilled admin, so I felt comfortable in his hands. My playroom was prepared before Will’s arrival. I have a room above my detached garage that I turned into a space for serious fun. Luckily, it was heated and had a small bathroom attached. Over the years, it’s been tricked out to cover most all the things that a dedicated ass player could want. There’s a sling with pride of place in the center of the room. Mirrors and a camera ensure the action is not missed and can be relived. There’s a fuck bench up against a wall, ready to pull into service if desired. There’s also a fuck machine next to it. The sofa folds out into a bed, which I had already covered with a play sheet. The big tv is playing porn and there are a few tables with lube and poppers. I have a good selection of ass toys and a small fridge for drinks. When Will arrived that evening, he checked in again with me to make sure I wanted to go ahead with this. I was a little nervous but also eager. I assured him that I was ready to go. He had stripped down to an orange jockstrap. The straps hugged tight under his hairy ass and the pouch was nicely filled. Will has a nice, hairy body with that little triangle of hair above his ass that turns me on so much. A trimmed beard complements his brown hair and blue eyes. Will’s ass is amazing. He’s got a nice soft pelt of fur there, and it gets thicker and darker as it approaches his hole. There are few things better than seeing my arm sliding back and forth with all that hair dragging through the lube. I was totally naked. For this, I didn’t want anything blocking access or my views of what was happening. I have short, blond hair, blue eyes, and am clean-shaven. My chest, arms, and legs are hairy, but I don’t have much hair on my back. My ass is also hairy, but not as much as Will’s. We’re both in our 40s and have played together for about 10 years. We know what the other likes and have shared time with many different guys. A hot group, all primed for fisting, is intense and we have enjoyed this many times. Tonight, we were going to play it by ear to see if we wanted it to be just the two of us or if we’d invite someone else over. “First, we get relaxed”, Will suggested. We sat down on the bed, and Will reached over for the pipe and torch. He clicked the flame and melted some crystals down. Recommending that I not overdo it now, he handed the pipe to me for the first hit of the night. I inhaled deeply, then covered his mouth with mine so that we could shotgun the hit back and forth. It is always a sensual experience doing this with a hot guy. Will’s beard is soft against my face, and we enjoy making out throughout our sessions. We blew a few clouds, but that was just a warmup. Now, it was time to get me in the sling and really get the party going. I climbed into the sling and got settled in. The stirrups held my feet outside the chains so that my ass was open and exposed. The pillow was under my head so that I could lie back when I wanted to just experience all the incredible sensations that were going to be coming my way. Will told me to pick out a dildo to ride. This toy would be in my ass when the slam hit, so I wanted to pick out something that gave me a nice stretch. I have a nice selection of toys from Square Peg, and I chose the Blunger. This was long enough, and the bumps would give a good ride and stretch me out. Will lubed it up and placed the head at my hole. He slowly inserted the toy, twisting it around as he pushed. My hole swallowed the toy about halfway. He pushed it back and forth in my ass, letting me feel the bumps on it before he told me to take over. I reached down and grabbed the base and began fucking myself with the dildo. Will made sure I was well-lubed and comfortable, and then he walked out to wash his hands. He looked amazingly sexy as he strolled out of the room, with the orange jockstrap framing his hairy ass. I kept pushing the toy in and out of my ass, moving it deeper in with each new push. He chuckled when he entered the room. “I see you got that in even deeper.” I nodded and spread my legs a bit more so that he could see how much of the toy was embedded in my ass. While I was enjoying this, it was about to get much more intense. Will had me hold the toy in my ass with my right hand while he put a tourniquet around my left arm. He had a few points prepared and asked again if I was ready. I agreed, so he swabbed my inner elbow with a wipe, then looked up at me for a final confirmation. I felt the prick of the needle as it pierced my skin. I was excited and a little terrified at the same time. I’d seen how the T hit when a guy slammed, and I was ready to experience that rush. But it was also a little daunting to think this might be the entrance to a slippery slope. I’d been smoking and bumping for a long time, but this was definitely next-level usage. “Here goes,” Will said. I felt a slight burn as the T entered my bloodstream, then he removed the tourniquet and raised my arm while he swabbed the spot. Holy fuck, this was amazing! This definitely was a huge difference. I coughed a few times, and it felt like my head was receding backwards. The head rush and body flush were intense. My body became totally focused on my ass and I started to pulse my ass, causing the dildo to move around inside me. Will lowered my arm, laying it across my chest, and moved to the foot of the sling. He watched as I flexed my ass muscles around the Blunger, making it move. Then, he grabbed the base and started to pull it out. When he had it most of the way out, he dumped a ton of lube on it. He used the excess to coat his hands. On this insertion, he pushed it in until he hit some resistance. But, just a small twist, and the toy sunk all the way into my ass. I was in heaven. I was pushing down on the toy, opening my ass so that it could penetrate me even deeper. But Will knew what I really wanted at that point so he let me push the dildo out of my ass. It dropped to the floor, and Will’s hand was immediately at my hole. He slid in slowly, letting me feel the stretch as the broadness of his knuckles penetrated my entrance. Once he was inside me, my greedy ass consumed his hand. Between us, he quickly worked his way to my second hole. The goal was to go beyond that. As he was fisting me, all I could do was mutter incoherently (there was probably a lot of “fuck me” in there!). My entire being was centered on the intense rush of pleasure that was coursing through my body and the way his hand felt in my ass. Will and I work well together, and it didn’t take him long to navigate the bend in my ass and get past my inner hole and into my colon. I was in too much ecstasy to really pay attention to much of anything else, but I did look down at Will to see that he had a huge smile on his face. When he caught my glance, he gave a knowing nod, letting me know that this was a big thrill for him. It was insanely pleasurable for me. I could see Will’s hand crawling through my colon when I looked down at my stomach. I was flexing my ass muscles, using them to pull him deeper and deeper into me. Will looked at me and said, “I’m in up to my elbow!” Fuck, I had never taken anyone that deep and, whenever we’d gotten close, it was after hours of play to open me up. This happened quickly, and I felt like we could go even deeper. I sure as hell knew that we’d be playing for a long time tonight. Will began a slow withdrawal. He enjoys seeing me squirm as he painstakingly pulls his hand back through my body. As he was moving out, he was twisting and probing with his fingertips, raking them across my sensitive insides. When he reached the widest part of his hand, he paused to let me feel the stretch. I like depth a lot, but the stretch is always extra intense for me. He was twisting his hand around, rubbing over the walls of my hole. He dumped more lube on his hand, then thrust it a little deeper to distribute it around his hand and my ass. Then, he made a fist with his left hand and slipped that into my yearning ass. He pulled it out and inserted his larger right fist. Will alternated for a while, fisting my ass with his hands, then told me that he wanted me to fuck myself on his fist. Will placed his right fist at my hole and I used the uprights of the sling to slide my ass back and forth over his hand. This lets me drive the speed and depth. It was awesome. There were times when I was really plowing my ass with his hand, and other times when I took it a little slower. Sometimes, during the slow moments, Will would move his hand from a vertical fist to a horizontal one. Having his hand this way meant the stretch to get him in was more intense, but it was a massive thrill for me. He kept pouring more lube onto his hand so that it kept sliding through my hole with ease. I looked down at Will and, once I caught his eye, drilled my ass as far down as I could. He knew what I wanted then, so I released my feet from the uprights and spread my ass as wide as I possibly could. Once again, Will worked his way deep into my guts, letting me feel him breach my innermost areas. He played around there for a while, then began another slow withdrawal. We both probably needed a break after that frenzy, so it was great when he pulled out. “Damn, look at that gape!”, he exclaimed when his hand was out. Will massaged the lips of my ass, enjoying their puffiness. It felt amazing for me too! He suggested a plug for my ass and inserted the Acorn plug that I’d just gotten. This plug is almost 10” around but it slid easily into my ass and nestled itself there. Then, he helped me out of the sling and over to the bed. “Let’s smoke some more and find some other guys to use your hole.” I nodded and picked up the pipe and torch.

I dont use my hands very often unless they are extremely long like 8+. I also love it when a feeder starts telling me what to do or calling me names like faggot or 'you're such a good cocksucker'

I was fucked in a local bathhouse by a younger guy with a horse dick. He didn’t want to talk. He just entered my room, closed the door, put me on all fours and started fucking me bare. I yelped and asked him to stop and said no no no stop. Please stop. He kept going. He was stronger than me. After a while it started to feel the pain subside and I stopped struggling. He came. I’d just been raped. I was also turned on and thanked him for not stopping when I asked. I had changed my mind mid through and loved being assaulted. he winked and left.

Chapter 25 Brandon started working half days for me right away and it was amazing how seamlessly he fit in. Shelly, my old assistant was kind enough to agree to stick around for a couple weeks to train him so that was one less thing I had to worry about. We spent his first two weeks prepping for a big conference coming up where I would be presenting during one of the breakout sessions. The meetings started on a Monday and went through Thursday. I originally hadn't planned on taking Brandon with me since he was so new but by the start of his third week I'd changed my mind. Wednesday morning he stuck his head into my office. "Hey Scotty, you have a second?" "Hi Brandon, yeah come on in, what's up?" "I just received a call from our travel agency asking for my info to book my flight arrangements for next week. I told them there must be some confusion since the only one going was you but they insisted I was misinformed." "Oh man, sorry Brandon. I meant to tell you first thing this morning but got distracted. I've decided to have you come with me to the conference." "Fuck me, oh shit, I mean really." His face turned bright red. "Sorry about that Scotty." "You are so damn cute when you get embarrassed. Don't worry about it, you've definitely heard worse coming from my mouth, but yes I'm taking you with me. You've been a great help this week in getting the presentation ready to go and I think this will be a good experience for you. I had planned on taking Shelly with me anyway and since you're my assistant now it only make sense that you come with me." He had a big smile on his face. "Thank you! If anyone told me where my life would be headed I never would've believed it. I figured I'd end up working at some fast food place for the rest of my life." He started tearing up, "thank you," he quickly hugged me then turned to leave. I'll call the travel agent back and tell them they were indeed correct." I received a call from the doc on Saturday night and could hear a panicked Brandon in the background. "Hey Scotty, I know you mean well taking my nephew with you tomorrow but he's a fucking bundle of nerves right now, and I totally blame you." I chuckled, "put him on the phone." "Hello," Brandon said shyly. "Hey kid, what seems to be the problem? Your uncle tells me you're really nervous about the flight tomorrow." He sighed deeply, "I told him not to call you." "Breathe Brandon, he cares about you and is concerned at the moment. Do you not want to go?" "No, oh my god I mean yes, I mean I want to go. I really want to go." "Okay so what's stressing you out?" "I've never been to any important conference before so I'm not sure what to wear or really what I'm supposed to do." I could tell he was starting to spiral again. "Damn Brandon, why didn't you say something yesterday at work?" "I didn't think about it until I started packing and by then I was in full on panic mode." "Okay it's my fault I should have prepped you earlier but I was doing my own stressing. Sorry about that." "You're stressed?" "I have to present in front of a couple hundred people, so yes that stresses me out." "Oh wow." I chuckled again, "trust me Brandon you're not alone when it comes to freaking out. This is just a normal conference, nothing special. As for what to wear, it's business casual so what you wear to work is fine, just bring a pair of not so tight pants to wear for the day I have to present. I don't want to look over at you and get distracted." Now it was his turn to laugh. "I'm totally overreacting aren't I?" "It's understandable. Just relax and enjoy the week. Our part is on the first day of the conference, then we get to just kick back and enjoy ourselves and of course knock up a few guys." "Seriously," he asked. "Oh hell yeah! That's half the fun of going to conferences, hotel sex with random strangers." "Damn, okay now I'm really excited. Thanks Scotty, sorry I had a meltdown." "No problem, just relax and I'll see you tomorrow." I received a text from doc almost immediately. 'Thank you! Crisis averted.' I met Brandon at the airport in the morning looking much more relaxed than he'd sounded yesterday. When he saw me he shook his head in embarrassment and just smiled. "Well you look very relaxed this morning." "Yeah, well after we hungup last night uncle Pete fucked the stress right out of me and gave me a couple of loads." He grinned and sat down beside me. "Ahh that explains it." My best friend Kevin had told us about this hot flight attendant he'd recently knocked up so we were secretly hoping we'd have the same luck but of course our flight was very hetero. I think Brandon was a little disappointed but if this conference was anything like the others I'd attended there would be no end of horny guys away from home to play with and share our toxic cum.

Chapter 19 Brandon had a big smile on his face the entire way back to the train station. “So what’d you think?" I asked as we waited for the train. "That was pretty amazing. I still can't believe he swallowed my cum, isn't that dangerous?" "One thing you need to know about gay men, you never waste a load. If it's not swallowed it should be planted deep inside an ass" "But don’t you worry about catching something?” I smiled at him, “but that’s half the fun. You never know just what special gifts you may be receiving." "Umm, okay, umm." The train arrived at that moment so we made our way to our seats. "Let me ask you a question. If someone gives you a gift but you say 'no thank you' isn't that being rude?" "Yea I guess, but it's not like we're talking about receiving a book or something. I mean I don't think a sexually transmitted dease isn’t something I would call a gift." "I don't know, a lot of guy think any gift received from their top is very special and they're grateful to accept them but I can see what you're saying too. I guess it's something to think about." I winked at him and changed the subject. He'd made great progress today. I never would've thought he'd let someone suck him off yet so I didn't want to push to fast; however, at the rate he was going, I'd be planting my poz load up his ass very soon. I didn't see much of him during the next week as he'd started his new job and was trying to get use to everything. I hoped it wasn't a sign that he was having second thoughts about getting sucked off. Saturday morning I got to the park for my run and was pleasantly surprised to find him waiting for me. "Hi Scotty," he said smiling at me, "sorry I haven't made it for our runs, this week has been crazy getting accustomed to my new schedule." "No problem kid, how's the job going?" "I like it. They're actually giving me more hours than they'd plan. I think based on what my mom told uncle Pete they didn't think I could handle much, so I've been trying to prove myself." "Damn, it's only been a week." "What can I say I like to prove my worth." He winked at me, smacked my ass, and took off running. Damn, he was progressing nicely. We finished our run and as we were cooling down he said, "umm, Scotty, can I ask you a question?" "Of course, anything." "So, if I was interested in getting another blow job how exactly would I go about finding someone to help me out?" He was blushing again. "Damn kid you really need to learn to talk about sex without getting so embarrassed. It's perfectly natural, especially for hot blooded young men." He got even redder. "On second thought never mind. When you blush it's sexy as fuck!" I chuckled. "I have an idea. Why don't you come back to my apartment and I'll suck you off," I could tell he was liking that idea as his shorts were starting to fill out. "But one condition." Now he looked nervous. "What's the condition?" "After you cum in my mouth you have to suck me off." "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet." "Well, when you are let me know and I'll be more than happy to help you out." I turned and walked out of the park. It didn't take long before I heard footsteps behind me and felt hand on my shoulder. "Wait Scotty, you're right, it's only fair I return the favor." I tried to hide my smile from him. "Good boy, let's go." We got to my apartment and thank godbManny wasn't on duty or he'd want to join us. We made it upstairs and Brandon seemed really nervous. "Relax and remember you wanted this. Take your shorts off and sit on the couch." He did as instructed. His dick was a rock hard 8" veiny cock that was dripping precum. Looks like your pretty excited son." "Please suck me, I'm so horny." "You gonna suck me when I'm done with you?" "Oh my God yes! Just please make me cum." "You got it," I said as I started to give him one hell of a blow job. I deep throated him all the way to his bush. He started moaning and was soon fucking my face. I reached around him and started to rub my finger around his hole. That did it, he was soon shooting his huge load down my throat. I pulled off his dick just a bit so I could be sure to get a mouth full of cum. When he stopped shooting I got off my knees and kissed him deep feeding him back his cum. He was hesitant at first but was soon kissing me back with full force. "Your turn son, time to suck your first cock. Take my shorts off and kiss the head of my dick." He was sitting on the couch so I stood up in front of him and placed his hands on my shorts. He pulled them down and my very hard cock sprung out almost hitting him in the face. He took hold and started kissing the tip. His tongue came out and he got his first taste of precum. He must of liked it because the next thing I knew my cock was in his mouth. "Easy, watch the teeth, oh fuck. Yes that's it, damn you sure you've never done this before?" I took his hands and brought it to my ass. "Play with my hole like I did to yours. Oh fuck yes just like that. Oh hell yeah boy stick your finger all the way in my cunt. I love things inside me. Fuck I'm getting close." His finger found my prostate pushing me over the edge. As I started shooting my load Brandon's mouth clamped down on my cock and started sucking even harder. Damn this boy could suck. He made sure he got everything drop of my cum. He pulled off my dick and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh my god that was amazing. Thank you for making me do that!" "Anytime, so is it safe to say you enjoyed giving as much as you like receiving?" "Yes! Absolutely yes! And who knew cum was so delicious?" I like laughed, oh trust me Brandon gay boys know." "Thanks for that. So I don't suppose we'll be able to do that again, will we," he asked shyly. "We can do that and a lot more. If you enjoy sucking wait until you try anal." "I'm not so sure about that." "Well you seemed to like it when I started to play with your hole." "Oh fuck you're right that was pretty hot." "Trust me, something tells me you're going to love it."