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Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

My young stud asked if he could bring a friend. Silly question hehe!! I don't mind he's a bit rough? Of course not. OMFG! They were trying outdo the other! Friend sort of said his Pussy Pounder was going to wreck my Daddy cunt. He did his best but I have been around the block haha!!! The rough fuck and the filthy talk only made me hornier. Got 5 loads from the two of them. Friend pumping 2 in my ass and one down my throat. Bliss! Following his friend's example my young stud started talking dirty too. Afterwards I told him he can do that more often. It was a big turn-on 😉

Last Request When I realized I was gay back in the late 1990s and told my wife Beth, she was very understanding. We had an amicable divorce. A striking, short-haired brunette with large brown eyes, Beth would have no trouble finding someone new. Soon she reunited with Mark, an old lover, and within a year they were married. I was soon enjoying my new gay lifestyle, with a series of boyfriends. I soon found that I was a pure bottom and I began to date older and more masculine men. I was very careful to practice safe sex, this being the era before PrEP. Beth and I remained close. I slipped naturally into the role of gay best friend. It was such a stereotype but I still helped her pick out clothes. I would regale her with tales of my latest sexual adventure with some new guy, including my random hook-ups. She said I needed to find someone and settle down. A registered nurse, Beth took a job in a hospital AIDS ward. She told me about her patients and asked me to visit them since many had been abandoned by their former lovers and families. Having become an AIDS activist myself after coming out, I was glad to visit my brothers in distress. I spent hours talking to men suffering advanced symptoms and was deeply saddened when several of them died. When I arrived one day to visit, Beth brought me into her office and said, “Andy, I have a big favor to ask of you. Eric, one of my patients, is nearing the end. He asked that he be given a chance to make love to one more man before he goes. He’s very sweet. I was hoping you would agree.” It struck me as an odd request, but it also seemed like the caring thing to do. I was committed to helping in any way I could. Besides, I had never been able to say no to Beth. Eric had been moved to a private room. She assured me we would not be disturbed. I knocked and entered. The window shades were down and the light was dim. Eric greeted me warmly. “You must be Andy,” he said. He turned on the lamp at the bedside. I could see his gaunt face and sunken eyes. He was clearly a very sick patient. “Beth told me about you. You’re just as cute as she said.” “Did she say anything else?” “She said you’re a bottom and like to play around. I think she used the word ‘slut.’” I blushed but did not disagree. “She’s not wrong,” I said. “Let me show you, Eric.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Then I shed my clothes as I crossed the room, and by the time I was at his bedside I was stark naked, with my modest cock sticking straight out. I could see the lust in Eric’s eyes. “Oh, god,” he said. “It’s been so long.” I peeled back the top sheet and found Eric to be just as bare. His face, though drawn and pale, was still handsome. Before the disease had ravaged his body, he must have had his pick of men to fuck. Now, though, he was emaciated and his skin was marked with sores. And then there was his cock, already fully erect. It stood up, thick and long, with protruding veins. I could see bit of precum glistening at the tip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Andy? I don’t have any condoms.” I really hadn’t thought about the risk until this moment, but I didn’t care. Eric needed me and Beth had asked me to let him make love one last time. I bent down and kissed him deeply. I felt his hand stroke and then clamp onto my butt cheek. His grip was surprisingly firm. Then, as our tongues danced together, I felt his index finger probe my tight hole. I grunted softly with pleasure as it slipped inside me. I offered no resistance. I understood what he wanted and I had promised Beth I would make a dying man happy. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric with my ass pointed toward his face. I tasted his cock, gently licking the head before opening my mouth and throat to take him deep. “Oh, yes, baby. You do know how to suck cock,” he muttered. Eric leaned forward and began to lick my hole. I love it when my top gets me ready by rimming me, and Eric used his tongue like a pro. Soon he had me moaning around his cock. He paused and I heard him pick up something in a tube. It was lube. He began to apply it to my ass. We both knew what was coming next. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eric declared. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking permission. I had come to his room and that counted as consent. I pivoted on the bed so our faces were close. Then I reached behind me to guide the tip of his cock into my waiting hole. I slowly lowered myself onto the intruder. I felt the usual stinging, burning sensation that signals the first penetration and waited for my sphincter to relax. In a few moments I opened to Eric’s cock, the burning giving way to that wonderful warmth and fullness that tells me I have taken my lover within me. I kissed him again, more passionately. His hands, still surprisingly powerful, gripped my hips as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eric paused and told me to get on all fours. I lifted myself off his cock. I felt suddenly empty and realized how much I needed him inside me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, then the tip of his cock against my hole, and finally the head enter me. One slow, long, delicious thrust took him past my prostate and sent me to heaven. I gasped at the intense sensation. I turned my head and our eyes met. “I love how your cock feels inside me, Eric,” I murmured, like a true cock whore. “You’re so big.” His strong hands gripped my hips, giving him leverage. He grunted in my ear, lost in his own pleasure. I thought I might well be the last man he ever fucked, and felt a tear in my eye. I could feel his thrusts becoming more urgent and sensed he was close. Then I heard someone enter the room. I guessed it was Beth. Eric never paused fucking me. “Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered. I was embarrassed that my ex-wife was watching us. I replied quietly, “I want you to cum inside me.” “I can’t hear you, Andy. Neither can Nurse Beth. Tell us what you want.” I looked back at him, then directly at my ex-wife. “I want you to breed me, Eric.” Her eyes widened. “No, you cunt. Tell us what you really want.” “I want your AIDS!!!” I said loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Beth stared intently at me, her expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. One final pause, a deep guttural release of sexual tension from Eric’s throat, then rapid thrusts deep within me. I felt the warmth as his cum filled my ass. He had exhausted himself with the exertion of breeding me and collapsed on my back. I lay down on my belly and he lay atop me, breathing heavily. I turned my head and he gave me a deep fuck kiss that went on and on. We both looked again at Beth. I saw she was holding a small packet in her hand. She said softly, “Andy, I realized after you came into the room that you might need a condom. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, Beth, your faggot ex-husband wanted my toxic load as much as I wanted to give it to him. I don’t have long but maybe my poz babies will grow inside him. Especially if we go another round or two.” Beth continued to stare at us, now with a strange smile on her face. “Andy, I didn’t mean for you to do something reckless, but that we just so beautiful to watch. I am so glad we could do this for Eric. Andy, it was so wonderful of you to make Eric’s last wish come true. I hope you’ll let him fuck you and cum inside you again.” She soon left and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. He fucked me twice more. The effort drained his strength. When I left the next morning, he could barely say goodbye. A little of his cum dribbled from my ass, leaving a wet spot in my underwear. A few days later, Beth called me to tell me Eric had died. We both cried. Then a couple of weeks later the fuck flu hit me. She helped nurse me through it. Sick as I was, I was also happy to be carrying Eric’s babies. One day, after I recovered, Beth called me. “Andy, I was wondering if you would do me another favor. I have another patient who is getting close to the end. He has a special request….” “Of course,” I answered. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Like I said, I could never say no to her.

Thursday 10 pm Time flies when you’re having fun. Though sometimes, and this is when you know you’re riding the right amount of drugs, when I’m high and in the moment, time seems to stop, and all I can focus on is the cock, mouth, or hole in front of me. This is what I love about chemsex, the way it focuses your entire being on men and fucking. It’s not about letting it run my life, but using it to bring my buddies and me pleasure. It’s a balance, and I love teaching my bottom boys how to manage it and not lose themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love that we all get twisted, but I want them to learn how we all watch out for each other. I must have lapped at Drew’s smooth hole for almost an hour now. Sticking my tongue in, slowly teasing it open, spitting on the hole, taking my time to lap it up, making slow circles around the outside ring. Sometimes I reach up to work on his hard cock, edging him. Meanwhile, Jack loves playing with Drew’s fresh nips, teaching them how to be even more sensitive to the touch. Drew’s cock has been leaking precum like a fountain, and it was hot watching Jack grab it from Drew’s dick and whatever was on his stomach, and bring his precum-covered hand for Drew to lap up. I notice that the front of my jeans is wet from my own leaking cock. I’m sure Jack’s in the same situation. At one point earlier, Jack turned Drew on his stomach to lie on top of him, his smooth ass arched up, giving me a great view and access. I smiled as Drew reached over and moved a part of Jack’s button-down shirt to one side so that he could suck on Jack’s big eraser-sized nips. Jack played with Drew’s hair, encouraging him on, instructing Drew how to suck. “Bite it lightly, now cover it with your lips and slobber over it, with lots of spit, and stick your tongue out and draw it around the sides of the raised nips, feel how hard they are for you. You have to vary the feeling. Watch the guy’s reaction, and you’ll know what feels good to him.” “That’s right, baby. I love it when you suck on my big nips like that–seeing you naked on top of me. Your daddy behind you, eating your ass, opening you up. Is this what you wanted? We’ve talked about this for the past month, Drew. How you wanted to be used by men, to role play, to take loads from guys, whether they’re neg or poz. How you’ve wanted to try Tina and G, whatever we wanted to give you. This turns you on, doesn’t it? “Oh my God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Cruising online, finding pnp videos that I’ve jacked off to so many times. I want it badly.” “We love making your dreams come true, Drew.” “Thank you, Uncle Jack.” “Good. Your daddy is going to fill the pipe again, and I want you to suck on it while I make you another Coke with G. This time, I’ll give you a little more. Don’t worry, I just want you even more on the edge and hornier. But we’re going to take care of you, even if you nod off a little bit. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll make sure to wake you up smiling. Okay, baby? You trust us? “Yes, sir, I do. I want you to use me.” “Atta boy, that’s what we like to hear.” I know what Jack has in mind. We haven’t done this in a while, and we need to make sure the bottom is fully on board, which Drew is. Sounds like Jack’s been working on Drew for a while now. A hot newbie chem bottom who’s willing to try it all is a fucking birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present all rolled into one. You don’t get it very often, and there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. Some are all talk, but this kid is ready and willing. I haven’t seen any hesitation on his part, which will make this whole situation even better. I want to see how far we can push his boundaries. Honestly, A+ for this kid so far. I help Drew up from the couch and make out with him, letting him know that he’s exactly how we want him to be. While we make out standing up, I can feel his cock next to my leg, rubbing against the jeans. None of us has watched the porn on the screen at all; we’re so engrossed in the moment. At this point, it’s just there to add to the general sleaziness of the situation. We all realize that it’s not about the porn. Not at this point anyway. Jack stands up, unbuttons his shirt all the way, but leaves it on. He’s so sexy like that, with just his chest and nips showing, his bulge straining in his jeans. I pull away from making out with Drew, and we both watch Jack adjust his big dick in his jeans to make himself a little more comfortable. “I’ll get us some G. Drew, I’ll get you a robe too. We love you naked, but remember everything is a balance. While we get ourselves together for this next round, just wear the robe. You don’t have to close it, just leave it open, but it’ll keep you warm. I’ll turn the fireplace on too.” Drew reaches back and feels up his hole. “It’s so wet.” “You’re starting to smell like me, Drew. You got my slobber all over your hole.” Drew brings his hand back from feeling his hole and licks it. “Tastes good! Uncle Jack, can I help you with the G? I want to know what to do.” “Absolutely, Drew. Follow me, and we’ll get you that robe, then you can watch as I prepare the G. “There will be a quiz, later, Drew. Take notes.” Drew has a big smile as I say that. I watch Drew turn to follow Jack. His pert ass and the back of his thighs shiny from my slobber, his hair tousled. These breaks are important; they help the mood as it rises and falls. It’s like gooning and edging, knowing when to ease off to give yourself time to breathe. We could have jumped right to fucking, which I’m sure Drew would have loved, but this is about training and taking our time, letting him open up and be comfortable. My buddies and I all have different roles and strengths, but what Jack and I are particularly good at is this: what we’re doing right now. Getting him to break his bonds of shame, and let his inner pig out. We’re not fucking selfish. We’re in this together, and we want to train Drew so he goes on to more adventures. I take a quick peek at my phone and see that Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne have all checked in on our Telegram group chat. I quickly type that this kid’s a keeper, that we’re having an excellent time, and that I hope they come over when they’re free. Knowing their schedules, Kevin will probably come over in the morning. Henry and Dwayne will come later tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cumpany with them. We don’t bring anyone who hasn’t been vetted, but thankfully we have a stable of men who join us. It’s nice to share in the fun. I watch Drew put on the bathrobe, leaving it open, giving us a peek at his still hard cock, his torso, and legs. As Drew and Jack head to the kitchen, I put my phone away and refill the pipe. I take out two more pipes from the coffee table drawer and fill them up as well. We don’t skimp, and it’s nice to have them ready. That’s what the burly straight dad taught me one summer while camping, but that’s a story for another time. The porn on the TV is set up so that another one automatically plays when it finishes. Jack has an extensive collection of both professional and amateur porn. I take the torch and melt the Tina in all three pipes, taking hits one after another from all of them. Don’t want any rocks spilling out. My dick jumps up a little as I smoke up. Kid was taking lots of hits in the beginning, shotgunning some to Jack and me, but then we got into the foreplay and stopped. Time’s right to get us amped up again. As I hit the pipes, I see Drew and Jack in the kitchen taking some Cokes in a glass to the counter. I’m sure if they were to look my way, all they would see are big clouds floating in the living room. Jack’s showing Drew how to measure the G. I can hear Jack telling him not to take G with alcohol, it just makes you sick, and that’s no fun. Jack fills the first and second glasses and lets Drew fill his own, showing him how much G to put in. Jack gets behind Drew as he’s doing this and pulls his robe open more and plays with Jack’s nips as he measures the G. I can see Drew momentarily close his eyes, wrapped up in the pleasure. Jack eggs him on, and Drew fills up his Coke with his dose. There’s about a foot difference in height between the two, which is fucking hot. The sight of Jack behind Drew, fondling him under his robe, is perfect. I want that shot burned in my memory banks. I put the third pipe down as they come back to the living room with three glasses. Drew’s open robe sways as he walks up to me. He smiles as he hands me my glass. I nod my head up, encouraging him over, and he comes in for a kiss. He does the same to Jack and the three of us down the Cokes. I’m used to the bitter taste, but I can see Drew whinge a little. It’s probably because he has more than we do. I reach down, get a pipe and put it in Drew’s mouth. “Here, take a hit. It will help with the taste. There are three pipes there now, just grab any when you want.” Jack takes our glasses and brings them to the kitchen while Drew fires up the torch and takes a few big hits in a row from the pipe. He’s getting good at taking in the Tina and at making clouds. “Just like I showed you earlier, blow them out slowly, and let the smoke creep out. Like it’s a living thing.” He’s getting the hang of it. It’s all a part of the show, of course. The clouds coming from his mouth are mesmerizing. “Better?” “Yeah, that G tastes horrible.” “Later, I’ll get a bubble ready and fill it up with Gatorade. That adds a nice, sweet flavor. Sit and get comfy, you’ll start to feel the G shortly.” The three of us sit back down on the couch. Drew between us, robe still open. His cock is no longer steel-hard, but it’s beautifully chubby and shiny. Jack reaches for a remote by his side to turn on the fireplace. “Thank you so much, guys. I’m having a great time.” “Let’s talk before the G hits, okay? Remember, this is all about fun. Follow our orders and speak up when you want something or need to take a break. We don’t like a bossy bottom, but we do like one who knows what he wants. We’re going to help you unlock that side.” As Jack says this, Drew watches him intensely looking directly into Jack's eyes. They lean in to kiss, and I grab one of the pipes and take a hit as they make out. Jack pulls away, a line of spit dangling between them, and nods for Drew to do a shotgun. I lean in to kiss him, holding the Tina in my lungs. Our mouths lock, and feel our tongues start to dance around each other. I reach up, holding his head lightly, and slowly blow in the smoke. We continue to make out as he lets the smoke out between us. It comes out thick, between kisses and out of his nose. Big hit for sure. Drew leans his head back, gives a big sigh, and says, “fuck, that’s good!” Jack draws open Drew’s robe some more and starts tweaking one of his nips. I spit in my hand and play with his cock, slowly. I feel it get even more chubby as I move my hand up and down the shaft. I then move to caress the head of his dick and lean over to whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my raw cock in your hole.” This makes Drew squirm in excitement. Head still back, eyes closed, probably starting to feel the waves of pleasure from the G. Jack’s got his hands all over Drew’s inner thigh as we ramp things up. “I’m getting a little dreamy. Horny and dreamy.” “That’s alright, that’s what you’re supposed to feel. The G is kicking in since you had a higher dose. Plus, we’re bigger and used to it. Just let it flow, Drew. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.” With that Drew starts to grind his hips in circles as I slowly jack him, and Jack alternates between Drew’s nips and thighs. “Drew, you may want to close your eyes a bit. That’s okay, let it happen. But we’re going to continue to have fun. Your cock is going to remain hard, and you’re going to feel warm and very, very horny. You may come in and out, but just ride the waves. Breathe and relax into it.” “Yeah, please!” This time, it’s Jack’s turn between Drew’s legs. Jack gets up and kneels down between Drew’s legs, the robe totally open, exposing Drew. Drew reaches down and grabs Jack’s hands in his, while Jack starts to lick Drew’s inner thighs, balls, and up and down Drew’s cock. I put the pipe down and paw at Drew as well. I watch Drew, making sure his breathing is regular, which it is. His head is going side to side as Jack sucks on his cock slowly, teasing it all over with his tongue, going all the way down to the bush. The waves must be hitting him now. His cock is back to rock hard, which happens a lot with G. He’s got a huge smile on his face, while Jack holds his hands down to his side. His squirming slows, but it gets more languorous and deliberate. He starts slowly bringing his cock up to meet Jack’s mouth, and I can see Drew’s cock get slobbery wet with spit. This goes on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Jack and I pleasuring Drew while the G goes into action. Slowly, we notice his gyrations slow down, and his body relax even more. He’s in that perfect dreamy, horny state. At one point, he nods off as Jack is sucking him off and I open his mouth and dribble some of my spit in. Jack and I get up to admire him. Sitting on the couch, naked under a robe, his smooth body glistening from our spit, he starts to touch himself with his eyes closed. With his left hand he plays with his nip while his right slowly jacks his cock. We look at each other and smile. I nod at Jack, which he knows is the signal to get the clippers and razor. As Jack ducks into the bathroom, I pick up one of the pipes and take a big hit. I let the smoke out and start to take off all my clothes. All the while watching Drew play with himself slowly. At times, stopping as he nods off, but then picks up again playing with his dick. This kind of wave is for the beginning, helping Drew loosen up, and shed his inhibitions. Plus, it makes our dicks so hard to see him like this. Playing with himself, as the G hits him over and over again. He’ll be alert soon enough and will be hyper-aware of everything happening. I kick my shirt and jeans to the side, standing fully naked now. The steel cock ring is tight around my hard cock. Drew stops jacking off and starts snoring lightly. His dick is rock hard, his legs spread open between the robe. I lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth, making out with him. He gives a “Mmmm, yes.” “Drew, I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the playroom. I’m going to lay you down on the play mattress. We’re going to strap your arms and legs down, and shave off your body hair. We want you smooth all over. You’re going to look even more like a true sub.” “Don’t be alarmed at being strapped down. You’re going to love giving up control to us. This is all part of the fun. Soon we’re going to be inside you, taking turns, opening your hole up for hours, we’re going to keep you spun, and your hole will be overflowing with our cum. Do you want that, Drew?” As I say this, Drew slowly opens his eyes. They’re glazed over at first, but he snaps to attention. “Yes, do it all to me.” I help Drew take off his robe and pick him up. Lifting weights all my life makes it handy when I have to do this kind of thing. I bring him to the playroom and put him down on the bed. He opens his eyes for a second and smiles again at me. There goes that smile, I love it. I then move to the sides of the bed, take the restrains and put them on his wrists. I spread his legs and clamp his ankles. He looks up and watches me, before nodding off again. This entire time his cock is standing straight up, leaking precum, pulsing up and down. He looks so fuckable strapped down like this. “Just relax for a moment, Drew, while we get things set up.” I can feel the G as well and it’s making me so horny and pervy. That and the hits of Tina, of course. I go back out to the living room and shout out to Jack, “You need help or you got it?” “All good. Bring your stuff in.” I get my bag, the torch, the three pipes on the coffee table, and go back to the playroom. Jack follows me in holding a basin of warm water, and a bag with the clipper and shaving razors. “Damn, he looks good like that! Is he nodding off? “Yeah, a little but he’s alert when he needs to be” Jack gets especially turned on by a bottom boy rolling on G. “Get your clothes off, Jack, and let's get this hair off his body. I want him smooth.” ...

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

I used to be more of a bottom but when I got knocked up I just had to top. I believe it was the charged semen being produced that rewired me with urge to share my gift.

The first time I tried gay sex, I was definitely hetrosexual, married but just wanted bet myself. They guy fucked be raw over his car bonnet and filled my guts with cum. It rewrote my sex drive. That's why they call it breeding. I adore gay sex and only raw now. My body needs that DNA cum fix.

The first time I was riding a bbc and when he told me he was cumming in me I shot hands free all over his chest, raw since then!

It doesn’t but it would be more productive if you found an Alpha who knows what a faggot is for and uses him accordingly. It doesn’t make you self hating. I encourage my faggot to remove the negativity surrounding the word. I don’t use it as a weapon because thats all I’m attracted to. Fags. Be proud you’re one.

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I’d just won a four-day gay cruise from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas, a prize that had my cock twitching and my ass clenching with anticipation. I flew in from Columbus, Ohio, where every fag in my hometown knows me as the resident cocksucker, my face plastered across sites like Exposed Faggots, BoyfriendTV, Erome, Xvideos, Pornhub Gay, and every goddamn hookup app—Grindr, BarebackRT, Squirt, you name it. My videos are a neon-lit confession: me slurping down dick, fuchsia text screaming “BiBottomCockSucker Loves to Suck Cock,” “I’m a Cocksucker,” “I Suck Cock Better Than Your Girlfriend,” my throat gagging on meat while my ass gets pounded raw. I’m kinda in the closet back home, but online, I’m a shameless cum-dump, and I fucking love it. At the Fort Lauderdale airport, I spotted a group of hot fuckers—tanned, muscled, and loud—talking about the same cruise. My ears perked up, and my hole twitched. We shared a ride to Port Everglades, the vibe electric—testosterone and lust thick in the air. I could smell the sex coming; these bastards were gonna wreck me, and I was ready to take every inch.We boarded the ship, and holy fuck, my stateroom was a palace—massive, luxurious, a living room with two plush couches, a bedroom with a king-size bed begging to be defiled, and a balcony overlooking the ocean where I could scream while getting railed. First thing I did was fire up my hookup apps—Grindr, Sniffies, Doublelist—the ship’s Wi-Fi was flawless, perfect for streaming my depravity. I posted my stateroom number with a message: “Stop by my stateroom if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass and load it with cum.” Then I stripped down to a tank top and a thong, my tight, fuckable ass cheeks spilling out, begging for a pounding. I strutted to the pool deck as the ship pulled out, scoping the meat market. Almost instantly, two white studs in Speedos, lounging like kings, gave me that knowing smirk. “Hey,” I purred, sauntering over. “Just saw your post online,” one growled, his bulge straining. “You suck cock as good as in your vids?” I grinned, licking my lips. “Let’s find out.” We bolted to my room, and the second the door shut, I dropped to my knees like the greedy cocksucker I am, yanking down their Speedos.Out flopped two thick, cut cocks—a 7-incher and a 10-incher of veiny, white meat, heads glistening with pre-cum. The 7-incher was a beauty, pink and throbbing, balls heavy and musky from the poolside heat. The 10-incher was a fucking monster, shaft thick and ridged, a fat, leaking head begging to choke me. I dove in, wrapping my lips around the 7-inch first, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard, my throat taking him deep. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re a pro,” as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I switched to the 10-inch, inhaling his sweaty, chlorine-soaked ball-sack scent, my nose buried in his pubes as I slurped that massive rod, tasting skin and salt and raw man, my jaw stretching to fit it.I worked them both, back and forth, hands stroking one while my mouth devoured the other, until the 7-inch guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, his cock slamming my tonsils. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, and I did, choking as his load erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, bitter and creamy, filling my gut. I swallowed every drop, then turned to the 10-inch, sucking him so hard my throat burned. He exploded too, a geyser of jizz, salty and pungent, flooding my mouth till it dribbled out, smearing my lips. “You suck as good as your vids,” he panted, wiping his dick on my face. “When I saw you with a mouthful of cock, I recognized you from your online vids.” I froze, perplexed and intrigued—not too long ago, I was deeply in the closet as a cocksucker. Guess not so much anymore… lol. “We’re fucking you again this trip,” he added, and they left, my apps buzzing with more horny bastards. A guy hit me up—“Wanna fuck your ass and load it with cum.” “Get here now,” I typed, and minutes later, he swaggered in, a white stud with an 8-inch thick, cut cock bulging in his shorts. I ripped them down, his sweaty balls and ripe ass hitting me with a wave of musk—fucking delicious, like a locker room after a game. He plopped on the couch, legs spread, and I knelt, licking his hairy nuts, sucking the sweat off them, then burying my tongue in his ass. It was tangy, sweaty, a filthy mix of pool water and man-stink, and I ate it like a starving pig, my cock rock-hard. I moved up, sucking his fat dick, tasting his pre-cum—sweet and slick—until he grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, but I pulled off. “Fuck my ass first.”I grabbed lube, slicked his throbbing cock, and bent over the couch, thong yanked aside. He slammed into me, 8 inches of thick meat stretching my hole, pounding me raw. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my ass gripping him as he growled, “You’re a tight little slut.” He pulled out, and I spun around, sucking his cock clean, tasting my own ass—earthy, musky, mixed with his pre-cum. He shoved back in, fucking me harder, then unloaded—a hot, explosive flood of cum blasting deep in my guts, thick and sticky. He pulled out, and I licked him clean, his jizz and my ass juices coating my tongue, a nasty cocktail I savored. That night, my apps blew up—15 guys cycled through my room, sometimes solo, sometimes in packs. I swapped the thong for a jock, ass exposed, and handed out a Sharpie to tally each load dumped in me. On the couch, I got spit-roasted—a 7-inch choking my throat, an 11-inch reaming my hole, a fucking beast of a cock, veiny and relentless, stretching me wide as cum dripped from both ends. Ass-to-mouth was my jam—sucking that 11-inch fresh from my ass, tasting lube, cum, and my own funk, swallowing load after load. On the bed, a group of five turned me into their cum-rag, my face buried in a 10-inch cock while an 8-inch drilled my ass, jizz leaking down my thighs. One guy, mid-fuck, said, “Saw you online with a mouthful of dick—fucking hot.” “Next time, we film it,” I gasped, and he nodded, pumping me full. During a break in the action, I grabbed my phone and googled myself—BiBottomCockSucker—and holy shit, tons of videos and pics of me with a mouthful of cock popped up all over the internet. My exposure’s growing like a cock in my mouth, and I fucking love it. The next afternoon, I hit the pool deck for a dance party, wearing just a jock, my ass hanging out, slick and glistening from the loads already sloshing inside me. The music thumped, bodies grinding, and four horny fuckers circled me like sharks—white guys, cocks bulging in their trunks. They didn’t waste time; right there by the pool, out in the open, they took turns slamming my ass. First guy dropped his shorts, 7 inches hard and ready, and slid right in—no lube needed, my hole already a sloppy, cum-filled mess. He pounded me, the wet squelch of jizz echoing as he grunted, then pulled out, and I dropped to suck him clean, tasting his cum mixed with the loads already in me—bitter, thick, and fucking divine. Next came an 11-incher, thick and veiny, ramming me hard, my ass cheeks jiggling as the crowd watched, that monster splitting me open. I sucked him off after, his dick coated in ass juice and spunk. Third and fourth followed, 8 and 10 inches, each fucking me raw, dumping their hot loads in my guts, and I cleaned every cock, slurping down the nasty blend of cum, sweat, and my own hole right there under the sun, jock stretched tight, ass dripping. The next three days were a blur of cock-sucking and ass-fucking. I never left the ship—why bother when my room was a revolving door of dick? I posted my stateroom number everywhere, door wide open, guys strolling in to join the action. One night, five studs gangbanged me, me the only bottom, and we filmed it—12 minutes of my face gagging on a 10-inch cock, ass stretched wide by an 11-incher, cum splattered everywhere. I uploaded it to every site, fuchsia text blazing, and the hits poured in, drawing more horny fuckers to my door. My ass was raw, dripping with cum, marked with Sharpie tallies—dozens of loads by the end. Cruise over, I limped to the airport, ass sore, jizz still leaking into my jock. I thought my weekend of debauchery was done, but on the plane—a cramped, budget Airbus with that stale recycled air smell—I spotted three of my fuck-buddies from the ship, their smirks promising more. When the seatbelt sign dinged off at cruising altitude, I dragged them to the tiny bathroom one by one, joining the Mile High Club in that piss-reeking, turbulence-shaking stall. First guy, a 7-inch stud, shoved me in, and I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, sucking his sweaty cock—salty from the cruise, musky from travel, pre-cum bitter on my tongue. I gagged as he fucked my throat, then he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and rammed his dick into my cum-slick ass—no lube, just the sloppy mess of dozens of loads from the cruise. The plane rocked as he pounded me, the wet slap of his balls against my cheeks loud in the tight space, and he unloaded—a hot, thick blast of jizz deep in my guts, mixing with the rest. I turned, sat on the toilet, and cleaned his cock, sucking off his cum, my ass juices, and that faint plane-bathroom funk, swallowing it all. Second guy, an 11-incher, got the same—throat fucked till I choked, then a brutal ass-pounding over the sink, his massive cock stretching me wide, his load spurting hard, and I licked him clean, tasting the sweaty, cummy mess. Third guy, an 8-incher, throat-fucked me till his jizz flooded my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed it down, wiping my lips on his shaft. I stumbled back to my seat, ass leaking cum into my jock the whole flight home, a sticky wet spot spreading on my jeans, the smell of sex clinging to me as I grinned. One of those bastards was from Columbus, and now I’m his regular cocksucker—throat and ass on call whenever he wants, BiBottomCockSucker always ready for more.

I got two loads yesterday. One at a local park, by the industrial area, after work. Younger worker guy with a fat cock. He had fucked me a few days ago, but pulled out before he blew his huge load - a bit of a waste. This time he fucked me for about 10 minutes and blew his load in me, I could feel the cock pulses real good. Then I went out for a burger with some mates. On the way home, I went to the good night time park, there were few guys there milling about, but not really playing. I took a position leaning on my favourite, strong wooden fence, by the ravine and lubed up my hole. It was really dark, I could barely see anything. It was a night when you need to know the trails. A dude walked down the path and just reached out to feel my rock hard cock, I had it out and was stroking. I returned the favour and he was wearing long-john pants and a sweatshirt. I felt his cock through the bulging material. He flopped out his cock, he went from soft to hard in a minute, a good length and medium thickness, we stroked each other for a minute. I pushed down by track pants, and turned so he could access my hole, when he found it was lubed and wet, he pushed me into position against the fence, and he pushed his cock in. He got to the fucking in no time, he just got faster, harder and deeper over about five minutes. He huffed and grunted a bit, I told him to blow his load in me, I knew he was close. His cock was doing great work, getting me worked up and I was stroking my cock while he was fucking and he blew in me while I was blowing my load. I walked back down the trail to my truck, spent, with a load in my ass for the drive home.

You Have to Earn It Part 1 - New Town Isolation I moved to a new town for work and had too much time on my hands sitting at home alone. While enjoying the more vanilla hookup sites and apps, I came across a barebacking site. While I wouldn't admit it at the time, it definitely turned me on. I rationalized making a profile so I could avoid the riskier hookups on the other sites. Before long, I spent far more time on that site than the vanilla sites, and eventually almost exclusively. But, before we rush ahead... I'm 24, 5"7" and 140lbs. In addition to guys my age, I also got a lot of attention from older daddy types. One of those things that turned me on but wouldn't amdit to it. I'd always check out the profiles but never responded with more than a polite no. Not long before my move, I did hit it off with a guy in his late 30's who didn't have his age shown but had some spectacular pictures of what I thought to be a large cock at that time. I had some experience with acquaintences I met being social in real life, but only hooked up with a couple guys off the internet at that point. All of my encounters involved condoms and always ended up a little disappointing. I always got off but was also left wanting something more but wasn't sure what was missing. Before I moved, I justified hooking up with just the second random guy off the internet, because I was moving. As I mentioned above, we had been chatting for a while by that point and he would be my first experience with a bigger than average cock and a guy that was 15+ years older. I didn't think I was a size queen, but the orgasm was the most intense I'd had with little experience, and the volume of cum I shot was borderline comical. He was 8.5" and 5-6" around, which isn't huge but was plenty for me. The stream of cum that shot out of me was a solid jet as opposed to spurts - as if his thrusts matched perfectly out of sync with my orgasmic contractions. My muscles would squeeze and then his cock would plunge in providing the continual pressure and release. Never had I cum like that before. I barely had to touch myself to finish with him. It was better than the first time I had sex. Even so, it seemed more noticeable that he had a condom on due to the tighter fit. The slight tackiness and unnatural feel it added could be felt on every thrust and more notecable than before. Something was still missing. Needless to say, after a couple weeks in this new town I was quite horny given that my last online hookup experience was so positive. In addition to the amplified interest in what hookup sites had to offer, there was a certain freedom to the isolation of moving somewhere new. Nobody I knew was within a thousnd miles to witness or judge my behavior, which only contributed to my willingness to explore more. I hooked up with a few guys off the vanilla sites over time as I got acclimated to my new sorroundings. After the 'big one', I found it alot easier to slide a cock in and immediately be comfortable. Before, it always took a minute or two to adjsut and feel good, which quickly escalated to begging to be fucked harder. My first hands-free orgasm came from the last guy. Usually, I want a guy to finish quickly after I cum, but I came too soon while riding his cock and quickly got over that opinion. I stayed hard and came again by the time we finished fucking. Part 2 - Satiating a Hidden Need So, I'm feeling pretty good about my ability to take a cock - a little too prideful about it. All the time I'm spending on the bareback site is creating all sorts of unsatisfied and unmet urges. "Why do I have to use a condom? It's not like I can get pregnant," is what one of many things I keep repeating in my head. On a typical night of teasing myself perusing the bareback site, usually unseen and unheard, I get a message from, Jack, at what is likely the perfect moment of my now self-aware need to feel bare cock. Jack is 55 but looks much younger. He clearly keeps good care of his body. He's as toned as I am at 24, but more mass and standing 6'2". While he has pictures to show his handsome face and body, he doesn't have one picture of his cock and a lot of "unknowns" and "ask me" in his profile. His intos are short and sweet with 'fucking' and 'daddy/son' listed and his cock is listed as huge and uncut without any further details. Jack is more polite than you'd expect on a hookup site, which is novel. We chat about things that have nothing to do with sex for a bit. Eventually, it gets into what turns me on and what I'm looking for. I confide that I've never has a raw cock and how much I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now. At this point, all the unanswered questions on his profile are the farthest thing from my mind. Jack likes the innocence and general lack of experience, I can tell. I guess that's predictable with the daddy/son kink, so I lean into a bit to play along. As he starts to tell me what he's looking for, I know it's just a matter of him asking before I'm headed to his place. I am hard the entire drive over and manage to control myself as before I head to his door. I didn't realize my precum had soaked through and made a pretty obviously spot, but he noticed right as I walked in. He gave an amused chuckle and I felt a little embarassed. He stood towering over me in a tight white t-shirt and some boxer briefs that contained what must have been a massive flaccid cock. He pulled me in close and gave me a long kiss. His hands explored my body and I wrapoed my arms up and around his neck while pressing my body into his making sure to brush up against his very noticeable bulge. As we broke the kiss, he told me that if I want to suck on his cock, I better do it now before it gets hard, because it won't fit otherwise. I laugh a bit as I think it is a joke, but his serious stare halts my reaction. I silently sink to my knees while staring him in the eyes and pull out a cock that is already thicker flaccid than anything I've taken. I do want to taste it and start by twirling my tongue under his foreskin and around his head. I insert the head and a not much more and try my beast to continue to swirl my tongue around it as it pulls in an out slightly. I can't swallow it, so force my mouth as far onto it as I can, nearly gagging, and turn my head back and forth gently. I can tell this is stimulating the head of his cock well and feel him start to get hard in my mouth. He was right. I pulled off and fell back on my knees as he continued to start into my eyes and jerk off to get fully hard. I am out of breath with drool all around my mouth while looking back and begging for more with my eyes. I rise back up to lick and tease the head of his cock while maintaining eye contact. There is a copious amount of precum oozong out. It coats my tongue and mouth - I enjoy the taste. He tells me to lick his balls so he can finish getting hard, and I comply. Again, they are too big to fit in my small mouth but I tongue and play with them as best I can while trying to look around his big cock at my sexy daddy's face. He pointed at a large glob of precum that built up and was about to drip. I quickly licked up my reward and he asked if I was ready to sit on his cock? He must have seen the anxiety on my face as all those unasked questions on his profile became all the more prevalent. Before I could speak, he pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom. He told me to strip and get on the bed face down - I obeyed. As I looked back at him peel off his tshirt, a biohazard tattoo came into view on his upper right chest. I had seen them on people before, but had no idea what it meant in the gay community. I just thought it was sexy looking. I was incredibly nervous as he crept on to the bed and spread my legs. I could feel myself 'winking' at him uncontrollbly. Anytime my hips moved the slight friction on my cock made me jittery. Then, I felt his breath quickly followed by his wet tongue across the surface of my hole. I was in heaven and any anxiety quickly disappeared. He worked his tongue into my hole and started to stretch me out with his fingers. He'd whisper to me how good I tasted and how tight I was inbetween tongue lashings, which only made me gyrate with more need and want. "Does that feel good?," said Jack "Yes, daddy. Please lick and play with my hole," I said. It felt awkward but oddly sexy, too. "Oh, yeah. We're going to stretch out this tight little ass out before we try to squeeze my cock in. You don't get my cum in your ass until you earn it," said Jack. "Earn it? What do you mean by that?" "Well, if I can't fit my entire cock inside you, I won't come and neither can you," he said. I was a bit worried. I wasn't even sure if I could get the head of his cock into me. I really wanted to be fucked bareback and feel someone cum inside me. That was the whole point of this meeting. Before he pulled me up by my hips, I felt him work a lot of lube into my ass. I move off to theside and he lied down on his back with his hard cock proudly waving in the air and then worked some lube onto it. "It might be better if you control the pace and get on top." I exuberantly obliged and aimed his massive cock at my opening. I pressed down and only met resistance. For a few minutes I kept bobbing up and down with varying pressure and maybe 1/2" had pressed inside slightly but never really entered. After a few more minutes I had worked up a little sweat when it finally entered enough to say I had him inside me. "Good boy. I wasn't sure you'd get the head in tonight," he said. I felt but a little disappointed, too. I replied, "I'm not stopping, yet!" Over the next 10 minutes I continued to work my ass on his cock. Occassionally adding a little lube as I got it deeper inside. It was starting to hurt a bit, but on the last go I just slid up and down as far as I could over and over again. I was only fucking myself with 4" of cock, but the mix of pain and pleasure was intense. I was pretty impressed with myself for how much I fit in. My cock was getting rock hard after being completely soft before this point. Getting bolder, I leaned back and tried to rock my hips. This new angle forced another inch or so into me. Even though it hurt I tried to continue to slide up and down on his cock at a good pace. Even with all the pain I was close to cumming. He must have noticed how much pleasure I was in. He grabbed my hipps and stopped me, forcibly and said, "I told you, you can't cum unti I do, and you don't get my cum until you can fit my whole cock inside your ass." He gave my a nice had slap ony my ass and told me to get off his cock. Doing so might have pushed it in another 1/2" but the pain was unbearable, now. I had to pull off his cock, regardless. "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't please your huge cock. It just won't fit and it hurts so much." As I slid off I noticed the pink shade of the lube and the red glob of blood on the headof his cock. He was definitely tearing me up inside. "Don't worry, boy. You were never going to fit it in tonight. I knew this was going to take time to stretch you out to take daddy's cum," he consoled. "Looks like you bled a little on my cock, too. I might knock you up with my poz precum" I was stunned. While neither of us got off, I felt weirdly more satisfied than previous encounters. The shock of Jack being poz didn't dull that snesation but oddly made it even stronger. Somewhat genuinely upset I replied, "You are poz? Why didn't you tell me? I'm neg! Why would you do that?" Jack answered, "You never asked, and I don't think you cared to ask, to be honest. You clearly need to be fucked bareback and have an insatiable need to make a cock cum inside you. You said as much in our conversation." I say quiet for a couple minutes... Still feeling incredibly horny despite the dull pain emenating from my hole. I did want everything he said, but I quickly got clothed and left without many words said. When I got home, there was a message from him that said I'm welcome to come over and continue to stretch out my hold for his cock. I angrily deleted the message, but also got turned on thinking about doing just that. Part 3 - The Home Stretch Within a few days the pain was completely gone and I was playing with my hole every chance I got and thinking about Jack ramming his huge cock all the way into me until I could feel his soft sack pressed up against my cheeks or sometimes my balls if fantasizing taking it from behind. There was no way I would do it. I was already freaking out about all the precum that must have oozed inside of me with all the damage his enormous cock did stretching me out. I wasn't on prep and I ddin't want ot have sex with positive guys, I kept telling myself. There were so many other opportunities... but I really wanted to please Jack. I wanted to be able to fit his whole cock insideme. It became desire to accomplish. After another few days of avoiding the decision, I sent a dm to Jack. He was amused and expected me to contact him sooner, but that I should come over that night around 8pm. Again, my cock was hard with anticipation long before I traveled to his home and I worked some lube into my hole in an effort to prepare. I told myself that all I have to do is not let it go all they way in and he won't shoot any poz cum inside me as he stated before. That shouldn't be too hard, considering that I only got less than half of it in me the first time. When I got there, I had another spot of precum soaked into my shorts. We both laughed and headed to his bedroom and quickly stripped down. We made out and I subconsciously caressed his upper right chest where the biohazard tattoo was. When I realized what I was doing I blushed and pulled away. He picked up on the gestures. He said, "It's okay to want it inside you or that it turns you on. To be honest, it's just a heavy weight off your shoulders when you get it. No more worrying about condoms. I know you like the feel of skin better so much so that you won't go back to condoms. Getting hiv is inevitable for you." I was still lying to myself about and intending to just ride his cock without ever triggering everything he said, but I tried to play along. "I'm really nervous about it but all I can think of is your cock, daddy. I want to feel it all the way inside me. I want to feel the pride of fitting it in. Knowing my hole is good enough to make you cum." Nothing was stopping the precedings, so after that interlide he had my lie down on the bed again while he ate me out. "Give me that wet tongue, daddy. It feels so dirty. It makes my balls and cock extra sensitive to the toouch." At which point his free hand gently cups and carasses my balls and up my shaft as I arch my ass into the air with his tongue firmly pulsating inside me. I'm not even hard and it feels like I can cum at any second. Like last time I got ontop. Unlike last time, the first 2-3inches slide in with only slight discomfort. I was quickly upto the same 'high-water' mark so to speak as last time within 10 minutes. I was thoroughly enjoying it much quicker this time. "Oh, daddy, I can't believe how much easier it is." As I start to roughly force myself down attempting to fit more in, but there seems to be a point of resistance I can get past. "You are doing good, son. Keep working that ass on my cock. It feels so much better this time feeling you slide up and down a greater length. You almost have 7 inches inside you." I continue to slide almost off his tip and all the way down to the point of resistance. It hurts a little as I try to press further. "Looks like your cock is getting too hard again," he points out with a little disappointment in his tone. "Please, don't make me stop. I want more. I can fit it in, I promise. Let me keep trying," I plea as I lean hoping it leads to a couple more inches like last week. rolling my hips as hard as I can and the pleasure quickly turns to pain, but still cannot get any more in. SLAP! I feel his hand spanking me, which jars me as he grabs my hips and stops me from riding his cock. "You will do as I say. Now, get off my cock, we are done for tonight." I meekly pull off with a little whimper and see the familiar red-tinted lube all over his cock. I can't believe I just exposed myself to his copious amounts of pos precum again, but I just can't resist it. Jack gives me a sympathetic look and tells me, "I guess we can give you a reward for all your hard work. Would you like to taste me cum?" My cock gets hard as I reply, "Yes, please," with an embellished boyish undertone. "But, I can't fit your cock in my mouth?" "Come here between my legs on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air. Look me in my eyes as you lick and play with my balls. When I am close I want you to put your mouth over my cock and lick the head as best you can while you wait for my cum." "Okay, daddy, that sounds hot. Can I play with myself, too?" "No, you don't get to cum until I shoot my poz load deep inside of your ass. Now, get over here and please my cock, boy." I quickly assume the position and sway my ass around up in the air. It feels wanton and sexy. The cool air rolling over my exposed and sore hole that is extra senstive to every stimulation. My cock is and has been drooling precum non stop regardless of being flacced or hard. This pleases daddy, but I keep focused on licking and cajoling his balls as he looks into my eyes and says, "I'm going to cum soon. Get up on top of this dick with your mouth and twirl that wet tongue around." The precum is flowing even faster now as I feel his cock get extra hard in my hands. He is no longer stroking his cock and I am two-fisting it a a fast pace getting precum and lube all over my chin. It was hot watching him with locked eyes as he starts to cum. The amount surprises me but I am able to swallow most of it. Some drips out the side of my lips as I continue to twirl and lick. As he starts to deflate, I force it into the back of my mouth and shack my head back and forth making him coo. His cum-covered dick tastes amazing and I enjoy being able to fit his slightly flaccid cock in my mouth. "Okay, that's enough. You can't take my cock yet, so no need to keep me hard," he says. I ask, "Don't you go soft after cumming?" "No, I can shoot several times. A lot of bottoms like that I can add some extra lube repeatedly," He replies. I blush a bit as this makes my cock hard thinking about him exploding inside me then continueing to work his poz cum into me. Fucking my cum-soaked hole until he is satisfied. He says my hard cock and says, "Oh, son likes that, huh? Well, as you know, you are going to earn that cum before I give it to you. When th edull pain goes away, you contact me for round three. I think we can get past your second hole next time" I quietly nod my head and get dresed. I thought I'd have more play sessions before pretending as if it can't fit in the rest of the way. I hope he isn't right. Part 4 - The Depth of My Desire It hurt for a few days, again. The dull pain was a constant reminder of the desire I felt working my ass on his cock. It was starting to be conditioned to be pleasurable. Anytime I noticed it, a little precum formed and I had to control myself to avoid any stains on my pants. Jack didn't quite predict the future and I didn't have to pretend. We continued similar sessions every few days, but no more headroom was made. I was furiously masturbating and playing with my hold in the meantime regardless of any leftover pain between sessions. I was obsessed and wanted with every desire to cum with his cock in side me. Even though I couldn't quite get it past my 2nd hole, the pleasure was increasing each time. I could easily slide him in and work his cock at a good pace. The pain even stopped and we were fucking more frequently than ever with most sessions ending with me drinking his cum, which wad defnitely habit forming. There was so much and it tasted so good. I like pleasing Jack. By this point, I completely forgot about my plant to not accomplish the task at hand. I didn'dt think it was possible. Jack was getting impatient at this point and I desperately wanted to make him happy. I was on top in a crouching position, bouncing up and down on Jack. "You better get my cock inside you tonight or we will have to stop doing this," he said. "Oh, please, daddy. Give me one more chance. I'm going to either break my ass on your cock or it's going to slide in, right now. I was a bit taken aback but didn't stop bouncing up and down. Instead I start droping my whole weight while leaning back trying to force his cock in the rest of the way. Bouncing hard something started to give. HE must have felt something, as he began to spank my ass and encourage me saying, "Yeah, work that slutty little ass on my poz cock. Earn that cum, boy." Which brought reality crashing back down right as a final bounce caused his entire cock to slip inside me with some exquisite paint accomanying it. We both stopped, mostly. I couldn't help but continue to gently rock on it as I had never felt that full before. I could feel my hole twiching and lcoking down on his cock repeatedly. I couldn't move at this point, if I tried. We stared at each other for a moment with a little grin on each of our faces. "Good boy. You make me proud fitting that huge poz cock up in your little boy pussy. I've been waiting to shoot this poz cum inside you for along time," he stated with a wide smile, then spanked my ass and said, "Let's try a different position for your first load." "Yes, daddy. Please fuck my from behind like a little slut. I won't want any of that poz cum dripping out," I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I slowly lifted myself off. My leggs were a bit sore and wobbly. He positioned me with my ass up in the air and slowly plunged back into me. His cock met a little resistence but within a few thrusts was balls deep inside me again. I reach back to cup his balls and press them against my own. It felt so sexy that I nearly came right there jostling them around and overstimulating my own. He started with some long slow strokes all the way in and out. My cock was soft but dripping precum is an understatement. It was flowing out of me and each thrust causing a new glob to ooze out. After a while a large pool was forming underneath me. After a short while he was pounding me in a way I never thought possible a few weeks ago. "oh yea, we worked that boypussy open nice and good. I didn't think you'd make it," he said with an increasing dominating and dismissive tone that only made me hornier and began bouncing back to meet his hard thrusts. "I think you have earned your first poz load. Is that what you want?" "Yes, please, daddy. Cum inside me. Keep fucking me hard.. fuck, it feels so good, don't stop... I want it.. I want your poz cum! Knock me up! Use your cum as lube!" His pace got erratic and his breathing quickened with a few grunts here and there. I could feel his cock expanding inside me. I felt so proud to take his huge cock. "Give it to me daddy... Give it to me!" He grabbed my ass with both hands while he buried his cock to the ilt and groaned in pleasure. I reach back to spread my cheeks so he could press in even further, at which point I reached back and held him tight against me as he did the same. I knew he came alot form licking his cock head all the time but It felt like even more was pulled out by my ass. A little dribble of pink cum could be sign dripping off my balls. I reach back and rubbed all th eleaking cum over my balls and cock. As the glow of his orgasm wore off, as he said, his cock stayed hard inside me. He grabbed my hand and said, "You don't get to cum yet. I'm not finished with you." He continued to fuck me a bit more in this position to really lube up my hole. Jack said, "I want to look in your eyes as I cum this time. Would you like that?" It didn't matter what he asked. "Yes, daddy, please give me more." He replied, "Okay there's too much lube in your pussy, why dont you lick my cock off and then lie down on your back." We slowly unjoined and I turned around to gleefully clean his cock. It was pink but it still tasted like his cum, so I enjoyed every moment and he definitely iked watching. I don't think his cock was ever as hard before. "Get on your back, boy" "Yes, daddy" I held my leggs by my knees and watch as the head of his cock approaching my hold, still amazed it could even fit in. By this time, I was so stretch out that he slid in balls deep in one thrust then backd out as he rested on his haunches - just the first few inches still impaled. My back arched and me head was thrown back as a reflex to the initial deep penetration. It felt so good. I was wantonly rolling my hips onto his cock greedily trying to get it all inside me again. "Please, daddy. Don't tease me." "Your greedy little boy pussy wants more? "Yes, please." "Say it...," Jack said harshly "Please keep fucking me with your big poz cock. I want to feel it work your poz cum into my hole." Jack stats to fuck again, slowly and working up to long strokes at a good pace. Without missing a beat, he puts my legs up and on his shoulders as he leans forward above me. This new position has his cock hitting a whole new zone of pleasure inside me. My cock is getting rock hard and whether he liks it or not, I'm going to cum soon. "Take that poz cock, you stupid little twink. I'm going to wreck your hole tonight. Did you see all that pink? That's me tearing you up inside. My poz cum is going to easily leach into your blood stream. For some reason this only makes me harder. I am matching his strokes trying to fuck harder and faster. I can't get enough and want more. "Fuck me daddy; it feels so good. Wreck my hole with your big poz cock. Fuck me, yeah.. Unnhh, unnhh, unh!" I can't even form words at this point. Sweat is dripping off jacks forehead. I love the salty taste and feeling it on my chest. I reach up instinctinvely to caress his tattooe. I can tell he enjoyes this. He forces me to look him in the eyes... again his rythm becomes erratice as well as is breathing. I get excited in anticipation of his second poz load. Any fears or concern are far away. As he pounds me the last few times I start shooting ahuge load - spraying all ove rthe place like a fountain. Jack is now coming inside me, again. As his orgasm subsides, he looks down on me with disappointment. "I told you not to cum, yet. You are a naughty boy. You need to be punished for your impatience. You don't get to cum until I am finished with your hole, do you understand?" "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't stop it. Your cock feels so good and making you cum again with my ass made me so proud." "Okay, I guess your heart was in the right place," He says with a sly grin and still slowly working his hard cock inside me, getting it all gooey with cum and juices. "Let's start with you cleaning my poz cum off my cock again. But you liked that didn you, you little slut. Does that make your boy pussy cream?" Inbetween licks I reply, "Yes, daddy. It tastes so good. I like knowing you tore me up inside with the pink hue. I want your poz cum to soak into me. Do you like shooting you rpoz cum in me daddy? Does it feel good?" "Oh, yeah. Don't worry. I'll give you another load, but first we are going to have to spank that little ass of yours until its beat red." He pulls me off the bed and bends me over at my hips with my hands on a sitting bench. He pulls out a large buttplug from his bedsite drawers and says, "We can't have any of that cum oozing out of your boy pussy, now can we?" I give a yelp as he forcibly puts it inside me, "No sir. Please plug me up. I don't want to lose any of your poz cum." "Good boay, now take your punishment like a bad boy should." He slaps my ass repeatedly until it burns like fire. When I look back my right cheek has a white handprint outlined in red. It kinda feels sexy. "Okay, now you are going to ride my cock until I cum again. You don't get to cum until after I load you up, is that understaood?" "yes, daddy. I'll try my best." A little upset, he grabs my face and looks at me, "You better not, or else I'll shove this fat cock in your mouth and tear up those pretty lips of yours." This leaves me a little shaken but all I want is more cock. We get back on the bed and I slide down on his cock. It feels soo good and easily fits all the way in. I lead back and start roling my hips and bouncing on his cock as hard as I can. I can help but twitch and clench and grind on his cock, it feels so good and I am rock hard, again. "Better becareful son, I still have a little while to go." "YEs, daddy." I start pouring on the dirty talk and begging for his poz daddy cum. My cock swaying in the air is almost enough to make me explode again. We are starting each other in the eyes as I start to really work up a sweat. "Daddy, please cum in me. I can't take anymore. I'm going to cum from you big poz cock inside me. It feels so good. I want you to knock me up with you pozz babies... give it to me, yeah.. fuck... unnhhh, more.. please, god, more... fuck... " Jack grabs my hips and focrces me hard down on his cock as he starts releasing yet another huge load of poz cum into me now well-tore up hole. As I grind on his slippery cock I start ot cum again. We continue gyrate together as our orgasms subside. "That was good boy. Good job." I felt so proud. I am already thinking about the next visit before I even pull off his cock. He doesn't have to ask, as I quickly dive in to clean up his cock His cum overflowed all over his large balls, and I gladly licked those clean with his obvious approval. As I lay back on the bed, he gets up and looks down on me... I plase my fingers over my beaten hole andscope up some of his poz cum and sexily lick it off my fingers while maintaining eye contact. "Daddy, when can I come over again? My boypussy is greedy for your poz cum and your big dick!" Jack just smiled.

Alright guys, So something happened a few weeks ago that’s been on my mind ever since and can’t get it out of my head. im close to my dad, good proper man, builder, I was staying over on and off for a few weeks whilst my house was having some renovations to it. I myself am married to a woman with kids, but have bi tendencies. I’m also poz. Was staying at my dad’s with two of the kids. I’ve also got a younger brother. Dad’s always been a ladies man and always been into younger women. Probably helps that he looks nowhere near his age and is fit. Few weeks ago my younger brother who I’m close to took my kids out for the day to give me some space and I had a chance to catch up with sleep. my dad clearly didn’t realise I hadn’t gone with them. I woke up to noises, obvious sex noises. Knew it must have been my dad. Wasn’t expecting it, but thought good on him. i went outside the room on the landing, the screams didn’t sound like a woman… it was clearly a bitch but a guy. i walked as far as I could without being seen. what I saw has t left my head. It was my dad pounding the shit out of this twink. I recognised him as being my younger brothers best pal who hasn’t long since turned legal age. when I realised that I got a full hard on. ive barely functioned properly since, but I even witnessed my dad pissing on him, smacking him and body slamming him. i fucked of back to my room jerking off like crazy, an hour later it was still going on and he was fisting him!! Hardcore stuff. Went back to my room and saw him few hours later at the table my brother and kids got back. Acting like nothing happened. The lad he was fucking was there too with my bro. there’s more to this, just wondered what people’s thoughts were?

I have been wanting to share my story which is based on true events that happened November 2022. I’d been lurking on this site for years, jerking to the stories, putting myself in every single one of them. All the wildest ones had one thing in common: Tina. They swore she turned regular sex into something next-level, something spiritual. I was 31, Black, thick-ass bottom, and I finally needed to know if the hype was real. I didn’t know a single soul who sold T. My usual menu was weed and poppers, nothing harder. But I knew the code words cold: PnP, ❄️, clouds, “parTy,” ice emojis. So I opened Grindr, set the filters, and started hunting. That’s when Jess popped up. Black trans girl, gorgeous in that raw, late-night way. Profile full of ass shots and the little snowflake emoji. I sent the message before I could overthink it. Me Hey. First time ever trying Tina. Got $30 cash. Can you grab for me and keep some for yourself? Jess Hey cutie! Yeah I can help you out. $30 works. Where you at right now? Me Not far. Can pull up anywhere you say. Jess Cool. Can you pull up? I’ll come down to the car. Ten minutes? I drove a short 6 minutes to her. She walked out looking exactly like someone who’d already had a long night: wild curly wig, smeared lipstick, tiny halter top, Daisy Dukes so short the pockets hung lower than the shorts, skinny but curvy where it counted, and the biggest, friendliest smile. “Heyyy baby!” she said, sliding into my passenger seat. “You’re cute as hell. First time for real?” “For real,” I laughed, handing her the folded bills. “I don’t really know what to expect.” She took the money, tucked it in her bra, and pulled out a tiny baggie with nice shards sparkling inside. “Some straight fire. You’re gonna love her.” She handed it over with a wink. “This some good shit, trust me. Text me later and tell me how she treats you.” I thanked her, she hopped out, gave me one last smile, and that was it. Polite, quick, easy. Drove home buzzing with nerves and excitement. Got in the house, locked the door, and stared at the baggie like it was a winning lottery ticket. Didn’t have a pipe, didn’t know what the hell I was doing. So first I broke off a tiny piece, stuffed it in a Black & Mild, and smoked it like weed. Tasted awful, but twenty minutes later a warm little wave rolled through me. Not crazy, but enough to make me grin like an idiot and say out loud, “Okay… feels pretty good. I get it now.” An hour of gooning later I wanted the real deal. I took a fat about .15 shard, crushed it just a little, smeared lube all over my thick dildo on the fuck machine, and rolled the crystal right onto the tip. Got on all fours, backed up slow, and let it slide in. That famous burn hit instantly: sharp, fiery, perfect. I held still, letting it melt inside me, letting it soak in. Five minutes in, the switch flipped. My whole body lit up. My ass turned into one hungry, pulsing mouth. I started rocking back faster, then faster, then I just flipped the machine on high and let it rail me. Creamy lube started foaming around the shaft. My dick stayed soft (exactly like the stories said), and that made me even hornier. I grabbed my phone with shaky hands, opened Grindr again, and every ounce of fear was gone. Scrolled till I found him: “BBC 4 fat ass – can travel.” While the machine was still pounding me into another planet, I typed one-handed: Me Dick looking great and need BBC in this phat ass right now. Are condoms cool? I sent some ass pics and one of me on my fuck machine. His reply came instantly: “Damn! I need that… WYA.” I dropped my location (something I never, ever do). Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Nico: tall, dark, low-cut dreads, easy smile, and the thickest nine-and-a-half-inch dick I’d ever seen already swinging heavy in his sweats. I pulled him straight to the bedroom, dropped to my knees, and inhaled that beautiful, veiny monster raw. I never liked sucking dick before; it was just foreplay. Tina turned me into a different man. I worshipped that dick like it was paying my rent. A few minutes of sloppy head and I was already spinning around, spreading my cheeks. “Condom?” I managed to gasp. He rolled one on, lined up, and sank in balls-deep. Nothing in my life had ever felt that good. Every stroke lit me up from the inside. I was moaning like a porn star, pushing back, begging him to go harder. Ten minutes of pounding and Nico groaned, slammed deep, and filled the rubber. I wanted more. Went to clean him off with my mouth, but he laughed, pulled away: “Too sensitive, bro.” I joked, “If you’re sensitive now, imagine if you would’ve fucked me raw and came inside.” That made him grin wide. “Tell you what, my boy’s at the hotel with me and he loved your pics. But he only plays raw. You want both of us to run a train on that ass raw?” I froze for a second. My ass was twitching, and the thought of raw dick for the first time, by not one guy but two, which would also mean my first creampies ever… I knew this was a crossroad. A choice that would change everything. Then I smiled. “Give me ten minutes to shower and I’m there.” I closed the door behind Nico and hopped in the shower quick, water steaming hot. While I rinsed off I slid two soapy fingers inside myself, feeling how loose and hungry I still was, picturing Nico and his boy taking turns with those big raw dicks, pumping load after load deep in my guts, watching it drip down my thighs all night. I laughed under the spray, soft-dicked and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Then I paused, towel in hand, staring at the little baggie still sitting on the counter. I wanted another bump, bad. Just enough to keep the fire roaring when those two raw dicks got in me. But I wasn’t stupid; I still had to drive across town, and the first booty-bump was already singing loud in my blood. I broke off a small shard anyway, slipped it into a tiny fold of paper, and tucked it deep in my sweats pocket with a single dab of lube in a travel packet I grabbed from the drawer. Plan was set: soon as I parked at the hotel, I’d hop in the back seat, reach back quick, slide it in, and let it melt while I walked inside already buzzing harder than ever. They’d never know I was secretly topping myself off. I threw on fresh grey sweats grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. Two raw loads were waiting… and in ten minutes I was gonna be freshly spun and ready to beg for both of them. End...for now.

Okay, this is gonna be longish. i went back a half hour, presumptuously, because of your comment that your "ranting" started the last fifteen minutes... so i may have taken you too literally (though in my defense, i did go back 30 minutes lol). Right before writing my response though, you rescued me from my folly and i went back to the 20' mark and listed to Jons question, and the subsequent response, so i'll start there. At ~20' mark Jon asks: "Did they conceive of immigration. Did they see themselves as homogenous. Did they view the fissures between, let's say, Baptist and Lutheran and Calvinist and Quaker. Did they view those fissures as anything other than just disagreement civically, or did they see some of those things as more uniquely American. Did they think Protestant was American. Catholic was, well, maybe we can teach them?" Guelzo responds, as you mentioned, with a reference to black in the military, citing Washington... but i think he also replies to the religion question, though not specifically using any of the four Christian sects, he uses Jewish religion... but the quote from Washington, and the point being made doesn't strike me as a deflection, maybe even more inclusive since he (Washington) included Jewish religion? i agree that (and even wish) that there was more discussion on religion, but i think his response was less specific in maybe an attempt to include race vs exclude religion? He answers: "The leader of the Jewish congregation in Newport Rhode Island, write to him. They're very anxious. What's going to be our future. Are we going to be part of this American experiment? And his response, which i strongly suspect was written by Alexander Hamilton, "this government gives to bigotry no sanction, gives to persecution, no assistance, and asks only that the members of it behave as good citizens." It's the only standard that Washington lays out." At the ~54' mark, Jon asks: ...what is the bias [lists nations of origin then asks]: "Who are the heritage Americans?... "is it their religion? Is it where they are from? Their complexion?" At ~1:03 Guelzo, i think, responds more to the whole question instead of parsing out just religion. To me, he seems to respond to Jons list as a group vs individually. While i think religion has played a far bigger role in this country than this discussion goes into, i do not get the feel the respondents were avoiding or deflecting? Guelzo responds: "...Some say-if you're going to have a nation, it must be built out of these very solid materials, like race, or religion, or language, or culture." So, Guelzo includes religion on a an inclusive list that he juxtaposes against building a nation on an "idea." He goes on for a bit on the divisiveness of those "materials," and ends up with an all encompassing , (and hopefully less divisive?) label ("title") of "citizen" for those who would be part of the "American experiment." I wonder if he is looking to find a way to supersede (transcend?) the former list of what "some say... a nation must be built of"? He concludes: "Everything else [including religion?] is temporary. Everything else is improvisatory." A conclusion that would no doubt have the writers of the pledge of allegiance up in arms, not to mention those who wrote the Declaration "...all men are created equal, endowed by their creator....." Hmm, maybe some gay influence, writing of how men are "endowed?" Guelzo goes on to grouse that he's been labeled "...everything from a Trotskyist to a Christian Nationalist." Which may speak more to the perception of the hearers than the state of being of Guelzo? At the 1:13:30' mark, Guelzo seems to depart from quoting elitists, as does Freeman. They both end by quoting a 'common?' citizen: Guelzo quotes a Swedish immigrant writing to his family in Sweden: "....my cap is not worn out by having to take it off when a rich man rides by in his carriage." Freeman quotes a "someone" (apparently another non elitist? "...when i'm on the street, i do not need to bow down to someone, i can actually stand up." If nothing else, this post is colorful? my response to the video has been adjusted though, added too? i do think Jon's interview (and most discussions of this sort) would benefit from inclusion of someone from the proverbial 'other side.' i wonder if he could have gotten a history professor from Hillsdale College?

Chapter 2 – Used, but Not Abused Chapter 1 describes a night when I was abducted from the home of my new buddy, Zak. Zak knew about my fantasy, and it seems that he was making it come true. I’m wearing a blindfold (about the only thing I’m wearing), and I’ve been taken to a warehouse, put in a sling, fed some clouds, and given what seems to be a good-sized booty bump. My ass has been filled with a toy, but now a guy has his fist in me and is having me do some poppers. I took one deep inhale and let it out. I held the second one in for as long as possible to let the potent fumes take hold of my brain. As they hit, I felt the guy begin to move deeper into my ass. This guy knew how to treat an ass! He was slowly crawling further into me, taking his time as he felt his way through my ass. He’d go a little deeper, pull back, then slide more of his hand into me. All the time, he was flexing his hand and fingers, probing my walls and providing excellent sensations inside me. Of course, the poppers heightened the feelings, and I was grunting and moaning. I understood that my ass was about to be treated to a wonderful experience, and I was more than ready to do whatever they wanted. He did a great job working over my ass. He didn’t go too deep, but really concentrated his efforts on opening me up. His hand spent a lot of time at that point, right before it slipped in all the way, twisting and flexing to ensure that my ass was ready for whatever came next. He took his time, rubbing up against the walls of my ass and giving my prostate some focus. Even with my cock in the cage, it dripped out some precum, which slid down and mixed with the lube. “Give me a bigger one,” he growled at someone. He kept fisting me while the new toy was being lubed up. He slowly withdrew his hand, and then the toy was placed at my hole. He pushed it in, and my greedy ass swallowed it with ease. “Damn, that ass is hungry!” I moaned my agreement, and the guy started to really work me over with the new toy. He was pushing, twisting, flexing, and pumping it in and out of my ass. Several times, he pulled it all the way out before sinking it back in, giving me that wonderful feeling that comes when my ass is first penetrated. He slowed down eventually, then told me to hold the dildo in place so that it was ready for the next guy. I reached down to grab it, but he wanted me to hold it in with just my ass. Since everything was well lubed and the toy was long and a consistent thickness, I needed to use gravity to assist in holding it in, so I levered my ass higher in the air, keeping the dildo firmly seated. The first guy must have moved away from the sling, and another guy took his place. He grabbed my legs and pushed me to lie back in the sling. He quickly pulled out the dildo and probed around my hole with his fingers. “Fucking hot hole!” Man, I love it when a guy appreciates my ass like that. I pulsed my hole to open and close it, eliciting a growl of approval from the new guy. “Poppers." I took the hose, put the plugs in my nose, and inhaled deeply. The fumes filled my brain and made me even more of an ass pig than normal. Once he knew they had penetrated my brain, he shoved his hand in my ass. He was going deep. I felt him slide quickly through my entrance, and then he began his descent into my deepest areas. With the poppers and the T flowing through my body, I was totally focused on my ass, and it opened nicely for him. He was soon at that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. His fingers probed around a bit, both to find the path and tease it open. When he knew the way, and it was opened for him, he slid his fingers through and was into my colon. Fuck, this is amazing! I decided on my own to do some poppers, which made the other guys laugh. They were excited to have found a bottom who could match their top energies. Of course, if the tables were turned, today or another day, I’d be happy to top any of them, too. The poppers sent me to another place. All I was aware of was what was going on in my ass. He was expertly massaging my innermost walls, understanding that the slightest move on his part translates to seismic waves in my ass. He played lightly, occasionally moving back and forth, but mostly just feeling around and flexing his hand. Feeling the muscles of his arm expand and contract as he flexed in my ass was exhilarating, and I was one happy bottom. He asked one of the other guys to give him a plug for my ass. While they were prepping it, he slowly removed his hand. He took his time on the pullout, ensuring that he hit all the right spots on the way. When his hand was out, he shoved in a large butt plug to keep my ass open. “We need to smoke more.”

In my private life I am a submissive bottom who hopes one day to serve an Alpha as his manwife so I believe I fit the profile of a faggot.

One reason, besides it feel fucking awesome feeling the insides of a cum slut, was that condoms never fit correctly. My cock is much thicker at the base, so it a condom was comfortable, it always slipped off. If it was snug and stayed on, it was uncomfortable and I quickly lost my erection. So bare has been my way of life.

YES SIR

The first time I got fucked was bareback. I got fucked one time with a condom and I hated it. I want to feel that cum inside me

@versmetropig, @Gaz27, and @powermonkey007 - you can see why I like this story ...

5 days ago. I ran into an old teacher from middle school at a restaurant. we went into the bathroom and he fucked me. just like middle school

Yeah, I think in this respect the internet sux, but all new toilet blocks here are genderless individual cubicles now no urinals. When I had my first job, with a lot of driving, there was basically a spot in every town (or half the urinals in the city) where every time I would stop to take a piss, there would be some dude to jack me off or blow me (which is what I wanted at the time), peep holes and glory holes everywhere. Now there are just a few spots, mostly parks, but I give or get a raw load or two every other time I stop by. I am giving or getting more cum in my ass than ever, but mostly the apps are 90% talk and 10% action.

I don't know if this makes me a self-hating gay, but the hottest thing of all is when a straight man calls me a faggot. My whole body quivers and I just wanna drop to my knees and beg to be his slave.

it is o exciting as the top call me "slut" or "whore"

Here is a new version of Part 8. I realized that I did a shit job of proofreading the first version last night. I blame the wine. *** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 8, revised) After Blake had recovered from his orgasm, he picked Jason up and set him on the couch. “Stay right here, I’m going to get us more water,” he said. Jason had a goofy grin on his face as he watched Blake, his cock still hanging out the front of his spandex shorts, go grab two water bottles from over by the DJ both. The DJ leaned over and said something to Blake and looked back at Jason. Blake shook his head as he replied and then carried the bottles back to the couch, sitting down next to Jason. He opened one of the bottles then handed it to Jason, “Drink up.” Jason drank some water as he watched Blake dig into his hip pouch and pull out the small bag that had the ecstasy boosters. Blake popped one into his mouth then took a gulp from his bottle of water to wash it down. He held out the other tab to Jason, “Here, take this, it will help keep these feelings going until its time for us to head home.” “Yes, Sir,” said Jason. He grabbed the tablet and quickly swallowed it down with a gulp of water. Jason was still horny and turned on after the intense fuck that took his virginity as he was still rolling and the horny house music was pounding through his body. He looked into Blake’s lap and saw the cock that had taken his virginity and injected the first toxic load into his ass. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between Blake’s thighs, then looked up at his Master, his eyes full of need. “Please Sir, may I suck your cock?” Blake looked down at the cute young twink sitting between his knees. Just a few weeks ago he had been a repressed little recovering jesus freak and now he was his drugged up sex slave. Blake nodded then grabbed the back of the boy’s head, feeling his sweaty hair in his palm as he pulled the boy to his cock. Jason immediately buried his face into Jason’s crotch and started licking his lube and cum covered cock. He was rolling and didn’t care that the dick he was licking and nuzzling had just been in his ass. When he first left home for college he would have pretended to be disgusted at that fact, but now his inner pig had been released and he loved the fact he was tasting the his ass and Blake’s cum. He lost track of time as he licked and suck on Blake’s semi-hard cock. He was in his own little world that was only broken when he felt a finger start to rub up and down his ass crack. His awareness returned to him and realized there was someone kneeling on the ground next to him. “Welcome to the family brother, is it okay if I eat your ass and taste our Master’s cum?” said a voice next to him he could barely hear over the music. Jason pulled his mouth of Blake’s cock and turned to see Aiden’s face just a couple inches away from his own. A quick wave of regret passed through the freshly deflowered twink as he remembered how much he had hated the flamboyant fag when he first saw him. Over the last few weeks he realized the reason he hated Aiden was that he was envious of the obvious slut and jealous of how comfortable the boy was with everyone know he was a sex object for men to use. The MDMA was hitting him from the booster and all his past hatred, jealously, and envy was washed away with feelings of love. Aiden wasn’t someone to hate or fear, he was his brother in his newfound religion, they both had been baptized by their priest of lust with his toxic seed. He didn’t answer in words but leaned over and kissed Aiden. Their lips both parted and their tongues communicated their mutual lust to taste the traces of Blake’s cum that lingered in Jason’s mouth. “Good boys,” said Blake as he stroked both twinks’ heads as they made out with each other on the floor in front of him. Eventually the two teens broke their french kiss and Jason returned to sucking his cock as Aiden moved behind Jason and helped the boy onto all fours so the nineteen year old could get his tongue into the eighteen year old’s ass. Aiden alternated between tonguing the newest member of the family’s puffy hole and roughly sticking his finger into the boy’s ass, doing his best to scratch up the boy’s rectal walls to help Blake’s potent semen gain access to Jason’s bloodstream. At first Jason would give a little yelp and pull away, but eventually it dawned on the drugged up boy what Aiden was doing and why, so he stopped pulling away and pressed his ass back against Aiden’s finger whenever it entered him. Eventually he felt Aiden’s head banging against his butt as the finger and tongue disappeared. He took a moment to give his jaw a break and pulled off of Blake’s cock which had regained its full erect glory. He looked back to see what was happening. Aiden was on all fours behind him, his head pressed against Jason’s ass as the DJ was squatting behind Aiden, his hands around Aiden’s hips as he drove his cock in and out of Aiden’s ass. “Get up and sit on my cock,” commanded Blake as he gently hooked his hands under Jason’s armpits and pulled him up off the floor. Jason went to sit down facing Blake but the jock turned him around and had him sit with his back against his chest. “I want everyone to see you as you ride me and I want you to see everyone watching us,” said Blake his he lowered the boy down onto his erect nine and half inch cock. Jason, with Blake’s help, bounced up and down on his Master’s cock as he fondled his own still soft cock. The feeling of Blake’s hands on him along with his own hand on his limp dick, combined with the thick cock in ass was a sensory overload. He was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. He did as Blake asked and tried to focus on the crowd around them. The number of people in the loft had doubled since they first came up there. Most were busy having sex in their own little worlds, but some where looking his way, including Aiden who was right in front of him getting pounded doggy style by the DJ who had obviously put a prerecorded set of tracks on so he could enjoy the fun. Jason smiled at all the people watching him get fucked for the second time that night. The DJ was a probably a mid-twenties black guy with dreds. He was staring at Jason has he pounded Aiden with a dick from what brief glimpses Jason saw was probably just a little smaller than Blake’s. He felt’s Blake’s breath on his neck as the jock leaned forward, “Raymond asked if he could fuck you while I was getting us waters. I told him no and that he would have to make due with Aiden tonight. I love seeing my boys get fucked by other men, but I don’t want you getting fucked by anyone else until I make sure you’re pregnant with my sons coursing through your veins. You understand?” Blake emphasized the part by giving a particularly hard thrust up into Jason’s ass. Jason leaned back and let all his weight rest against Blake’s chest as he fucked up into him. Blake moved his hands from the boy’s hips and ran them over his sweaty stomach and chest. “Yes Sir, I am yours to command,” he said melted into his Master. “Now and forever,” said Blake into his ear. Raymond started grunting loudly as he unloaded into Aiden’s ass then pulled out, stood up, and returned to his turntables. Aiden crawled up and squeezed onto the couch next to Blake. The two kissed for a minute as Blake continued to bounce Jason on his lap. When they broke their kiss, Blake told Aiden, “Break’s over, time to get back to work.” “Yes Sir,” said Aiden as he got up off the couch, rearranged his clothes so we was presentable and started circulating through the crowd. Jason was too far gone to pay attention to anything other than the music and Blake’s cock in his ass so he didn’t realize that Aiden was quickly quite popular and many pills and small baggies exited his fanny pack to be replaced by wads of bills. Sometime later, Jason found himself on the dance floor with Blake holding his hips as they danced to the music. Jason was still completely naked and Blake’s cock was still hanging out of his shorts. He was definitely starting to feel like the high from the ecstasy was wearing off. He was starting to feel tired but not sleepy. He leaned into Blake. The older boy recognized that Jason was starting to come down. Without saying anything he led the boy off the dance floor and back to the coat check. Without saying much they got their street clothes back on and Blake packed up everything else into his backpack. They held hands as they headed to the waterfront and walked along it. They saw the Bay Bridge all lit up in lights and by the time the sun started to light up the eastern sky they made their way back to the train station and caught the first train of the morning south. They arrived back at Blake’s apartment a little after seven on Sunday. They had a quick rinse in the shower then lay in Blake’s bed smoking bowl after bowl of weed until they fell asleep cuddling together listing to mellow music.

I'd been hooking up with a lawyer guy (was strictly a top - he loved getting barebacked in his pool). Had a minor legal issue. I called him to find out how to hire someone to represent me. He offered to do it. I was surprised as he's pretty high-powered. Asked what his fee was he said he'd do it for free, but that he "wanted my ass." I became his willing bareback bottom boy for a year. We fucked in and out of his house, in his office, and one time i was the middle guy fucking his twink boyfriend while he fucked me. Legal issue was dealt with, and I felt like such a fucking prostitute.

Thanks, jamobile. I worked with Max Sohl (Treasure Island's NYC producer) between 2004 and 2010 and appear in 6 DVD's. Doing porn was on my bucket list for years, and I enjoyed every one of the scenes. I now live in northern California, enjoy loads of sex, including Horse Markets in SF, Customer Appreciation Days at Mr. S Leather in SF, and lots of private sex parties. I'm polyamorous and have a husband as well as one serious partner. And I still am a total top, and I love breeding!

Bottom here. Went to a cruising area. A regular came up to my car and signaled me in the woods. I followed him into the woods and started to facefuck me. Another guy came up to watch... he turned me around and started to fuck me then the other guy came up and fucked my face. They both came in me then we all left. Went home to the bf after lol.

Chapter 6 (Redux) The sling room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of something sweet and intoxicating. Nate lay back, his heart pounding in his chest as Geoff loomed over him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something darker, more primal. Geoff's fingers traced the contours of Nate's chest, lingering on the small, sensitive nipples, making Nate gasp and arch his back. "You're so responsive, Dad," Geoff murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel your heartbeat racing. You're ready for this, aren't you?" Nate's mind raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. What was he getting into? He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough. Brandon, standing nearby, leaned in, his breath hot on Nate's ear. "We're going to take good care of you, Nate. You're special to us." His hand cupped Nate's cheek, thumb gently stroking his skin. Nate leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Geoff reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He spread it warmly across his palms, ensuring it was evenly distributed before reaching down to Nate's cock, already hard and leaking. "Look at you," Geoff said, his voice thick with lust. "So ready for us." Nate whimpered as Geoff's fingers circled his length, slick and sure. Brandon's hand joined Geoff's, the two of them working in tandem, their touches synchronized and expert. Nate's hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure they were building. "Easy, easy," Brandon soothed, his other hand pressing gently on Nate's stomach, holding him down. "We've got you. Just feel." Nate did feel. Every touch, every caress, every whisper of their skin against his sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He was lost in sensation, his world narrowing down to the points where they touched him, where they teased and tantalized. Geoff's fingers slipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind Nate's balls, then lower still, to his entrance. Nate tensed slightly, a instinctive reaction, but Geoff's soothing touches and soft words kept him grounded. "Relax, Dad. We're not going to hurt you... unless you want us to." Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax, to open himself up to Geoff. Geoff's finger pressed gently against his entrance, then slipped inside, a foreign and overwhelming sensation. Nate gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion. "Shh, it's okay," Brandon murmured, his lips pressed to Nate's forehead. "Just breathe. Let him in." Nate did, his body slowly relaxing as Geoff's finger moved inside him, stretching and preparing him. A second finger joined the first, and Nate moaned, a sound of pleasure and pain mixed together. He was full, so full, and it was overwhelming. Geoff leaned down, his lips capturing Nate's in a deep, hungry kiss. Nate kissed back, his arms wrapping around Geoff's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel Geoff's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his thigh. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, filling him completely. Brandon's hand wrapped around Nate's cock, stroking in time with Geoff's fingers inside him. Nate was a mess of sensation, his body on fire, his mind a blur of pleasure and need. He was so close, so close to the edge, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that when he went over, it would be with them. With Geoff and Brandon, his family, his lovers, his everything. The room was filled with the sweet scent of poppers, and Nate took a deep inhale, feeling the rush of euphoria course through his veins. His senses heightened, every touch more intense, every sound more pronounced. He could hear the soft slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds of Brandon's hand on his cock, the ragged breaths of his lovers. Geoff pulled back, his fingers slipping out of Nate. "Ready for more, Dad?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Nate nodded, his eyes glazed with desire and the effects of the poppers. "Yes, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Geoff reached for the syringe and the rubber band. He tied the band tightly around his own arm above the elbow, then inserted the needle into a vein below it. Geoff hissed slightly as the meth entered his bloodstream, his eyes fluttering closed as the rush hit him. He removed the needle and raised his arm, speeding the drug's flow through his body. Geoff coughed a few times, his body adjusting to the sudden influx of the stimulant. Brandon turned his attention to Nate, repeating the process. Nate tensed as the needle pierced his skin, but Brandon's soothing words and gentle touch kept him calm. Nate coughed harder than Geoff, his body unfamiliar with the sensation, but Brandon held him close, helping him through it. Geoff, high and eager, moved between Nate's legs, his cock hard and ready. He pressed the head against Nate's entrance, and Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax. Geoff pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling Nate completely. Nate moaned, a low, guttural sound, as he felt Geoff's cock stretch him, fill him, complete him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full, of being claimed and possessed in such an intimate way. Geoff started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. Nate met each thrust, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements synchronized and fluid. It was a dance, a primal, instinctive dance of two bodies coming together, of two souls intertwining. Nate's hands roamed Geoff's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his skin. He explored every inch of Geoff, mapping him out with his touch, committing him to memory. Geoff was his, completely and utterly his, and Nate wanted to know every inch of him, every secret, every desire. Geoff's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. Nate met each one, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements a frenzy of need and desire. They were lost in each other, lost in the sensation of their bodies coming together, of their souls intertwining. Nate could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in his gut, the promise of release just out of reach. He chased it, his body moving in time with Geoff's, their rhythm a perfect, primal syncopation. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Geoff sent Nate over the edge. Nate cried out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him a trembling, boneless mess in Geoff's arms. Geoff followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside Nate, filling him completely, marking him as his own. "I love you so much, Daddy," Geoff whispered tearfully, his voice choked with emotion. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nate could feel Geoff's heartbeat, strong and steady, against his chest, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that he was home. He was where he was meant to be, with Geoff, his son, his lover, his family, his everything.

Thursday night - 8 pm. I turn to Drew and smile at him. He looks at me a little sheepishly, eyes glazed over from the G he drank earlier. Kid looks fucking happy and dreamy. “Drew, I want you to watch what I do. Okay? I want you to know what’s happening each step of the way. You follow?” “Yessir.” His answer made my dick leak a little in my jeans. Seeing a boy so willing and open gets my juices going. I’ve done my fair share of corruption. But once in a while, having someone willing to explore and find their chemmed-up piggy side without too much fuss is fucking awesome. You can just enjoy the show as they discover themselves. “This is Tina. Crystal. This is going to make our time together even hotter. You understand?” “Yessir.” “Good. This is really good dope. It’s going to make you feel so good and so very horny. I’m going to take some out of this bag and break it up. It’s going to go into this glass pipe. There are different kinds of pipes in the drawer, but let’s start with this one. We’ll get to the others later.” “Some people use the long end of the glass pipe to scoop up the broken bits from the bag. Or you can use a piece of folded paper. You pour the broken shards onto the paper and then slide the crystals into the pipe. Whatever way you do it, I want you to always pay attention. Don’t spill any. If you crush it too fine, just leave it in the bag, and we’ll do something else with it. I prefer to have shards this size in the pipe. You follow?” “Yessir.” “Listen to the sound of Tina going in the pipe. You’re going to love that sound, Drew. Just hearing it will make your heart race. Now, hold the pipe between your fingers, and I’ll show you how to use the torch.” “It’s a simple click, but the key is not to get it too close to the pipe. With your other hand, you’re going to bring the torch up to the ball. Remember, not too close, then slowly melt the crystals. As soon as you see wisps of smoke, turn away from the pipe and exhale the air from your lungs. Then I want you to bring the pipe up, close your pretty lips around it, and inhale. Keep going until you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Drew knows how to follow instructions well. He takes the pipe and keeps breathing until he turns to me and indicates he can’t take in any more smoke. I nod and encourage him to keep inhaling. “You can do it, boy. Keep going. Make your daddy and uncle proud.” He did one more inhale through his nose and sucked up the smoke. “Okay, go ahead and slowly blow it out.” Drew blows out a huge cloud and has a bright smile on his face, knowing he just did a great job. He watched the clouds drift in the air, mesmerized. We don’t rest on our laurels, though. “Not bad. I want you to do it four more times and try to get bigger and bigger clouds. Make it really thick. As soon as I say that, I put my hand on his right leg and rub the inside of his thigh. God, his smooth skin feels so good. I circle near his crotch, but not going too near it yet. I want him to get seriously spun first. Drew goes on to hit the pipe, one after another. Jack’s looking over, smiling. I can see his hard-on through his jeans. He loves watching this up close. “Uncle Jack. What do you think? How’s our boy doing? “Amazing. How do you feel, Drew?” As soon as Drew finishes his fourth hit, he leans back on the couch. Eyes wide open, his left hand is already mindlessly groping his dick through his shorts. “I feel great! Wow, I’m already horny! “Good! Go over and sit on your Uncle Jack’s lap, Drew. We want you to keep hitting the pipe while he watches you up close.” Drew gets up, a little shaky, which gives me a moment to palm his crotch and squeeze his tight, plump ass. He gives a slight moan and breathes in. His body is probably tingling already. I know mine is, and I haven’t had any hits since I left the house. He sits on Jack and leans back. Jack’s hands are all over his torso, going under his shirt, feeling him up and down. Jack then takes his left hand to move Drew’s head so they can make out. I can see spit and their tongues dancing. While they do this, I take the pipe and take a big hit myself. I get up over the two of them and lean over to blow it into Drew’s mouth while Jack goes back to tweaking Drew’s nips. Drew’s legs are over Jack’s, back to spread open. He’s going to be in this position a lot over the next few days. I move the coffee table back and kneel between their legs. I hand Drew the pipe and torch and instruct him to take a few more hits, blowing each one to Uncle Jack while they make out. I tell him I want to see big, thick clouds leaving Jack. As Drew goes back and hits the pipe, I get a chance to look more closely at his beautiful legs. Kid must be a runner or works out a lot. Who knows how long Jack had to go fishing to get this boy, but I’m glad he found someone who wants to experience this. I move close to his crotch and take a deep inhale. Mmmm, freshly certified bottom boy. I lean in and lightly lick the exposed area on the side of his shorts. I hear the click of the lighter as he continues to take hits of the pipe, while Uncle Jack plays with his nips. This kid’s a natural. Jack’s whispering something to Drew. I can’t hear it exactly, but I can tell that Drew is getting hard with Tina and dirty talk. I reach in and grab his growing cock under his shorts, and fish it to the side. I lick the side of his cock and get it wet and sloppy. I love being between a bottom’s legs while they’re taking hits. Pushing more of his gym shorts to the side, I move to the head of his cock and spit on it, getting it wet before going in and sucking his cock. He’s starting to moan between hits. I think he’s done 10 total so far. I can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I move my tongue to the slit of his cock, and he leaks a little precum. It’s sweet and tasty. “Jack, let’s get Drew naked.” I grab his shorts and pull them down, while Jack takes off Drew’s shirt. Love a naked boy while we’re both still wearing our clothes. To be fair, my cock is aching to get out. But there will be more than enough time to get naked. We’re not in a rush. For now, Jack and I love the contrast. He looks so fresh and fuckable. I run my hands over his light brown bush. Can’t wait to take this off later. I go back to sucking him, while Drew makes out with Jack again. Jack is still playing with Drew’s nipples and chest. By the end of this weekend, boy’s going to have eraser-size nips. Drew’s fully hard now in my mouth. His dick is glossy and warm from my spit. He gives me the pipe, and I take a big hit before going back down on his cock. I give him a sloppy wet blowjob, smoke coming out of the sides of my mouth and nose. I look up to see Drew smiling. I know he’s feeling good now. Jack says to Drew, “No shame in this house. If you want a hit, just take the pipe or ask for it. We’ll instruct you to take hits, too, but I want you to do whatever you want, say whatever you want with us. Okay?” As soon as Drew nods a yes, Jack takes Drew’s legs and folds them so that Drew’s feet are on Jack’s knees. This gives me full access to Drew’s pink hole. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it loaded with our cum and spit, gaped. “Let your daddy see your hole, Drew.” I lean in and start to kiss around it. I stick my tongue out and make a line of spit in between his balls and his boy hole. Jack grabs Drew’s cock and starts to slowly jack him. I go in further and give his hole a kiss. There are a few faint hairs. We’ll get that off later too. I then stick my tongue out and start to move it around the hole, before straightening it out and sticking it inside. It tastes so good. Drew’s moaning with my tongue inside, and Jack playing with his cock. Drew moves his right hand down to paw at Jack’s cock through his jeans. We must have been in this position for ten minutes before I surface for air. “Good boy! You taste amazing. Now, I want you to get between Uncle Jack's legs and take out his cock out of his jeans. I'm going to be right behind you tasting your hole some more."

I walked along the balcony of the second floor of the motel. It was a nice place...older, but not seedy. There were about 50 rooms, and it had a pool. I knocked on the door of room 37, and Kyle opened it to let me in. He had a big smile on his face, showing off those dimples that made me melt. We had met almost 2 years ago in an online chat room for older men seeking younger men. At the time he was 48 and I was 25, and we were both excited by the age gap, nevermind that we also hit it off really well. We had similar kinks and fetishes, and the sex was amazing. He also loved our size difference, since he was 6'4" and I was 5'7" and all of 130 pounds. He said he loved "wearing" me on his cock, and loved to talk dirty while we fucked. I even let him arrange a few 3ways because he said he loved watching other guys fuck me. I had wanted to try 3ways, but never had any until after I met Kyle. And since I was on prep, I didn't worry too much that the other top was a stranger. I asked him once if he ever asked the other tops if they were HIV poz, and he said, "sometimes. But you're on prep anyway." I still worried about him because I know he forgets to take pills and vitamins, and worried he would miss a dose or two. Once, while we were spooning after sex, he whispered that it was hot to think that one of the thirds might be poz. I shrugged it off since I was on prep, but he kept bringing it up, that it would be hot to watch poz guys fuck me. It obviously turned him on, and I started to think about it more and more. Then there was the time he confessed, afterwards, that the other top WAS poz. He didnt bother to mention it because we were both taking meds, but he admitted to being more turned on than ever watching a poz guy fuck me...even if there was no real risk. Hearing his confession surprised me a little, but not as much as how hard I got as I processed his secret. But that was almost a year ago now. Today was his birthday, and this was his party. There was a small sheet cake on the table with his name written on it, and a few un-lit candles. Also a pint of melting ice cream, a case of beer, and a couple brown bottles of Amyl. My gaze drifted across the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloon arrangement, then bounced across the faces of the other party guests with a passive smile and a friendly nod. Seven men smiled back at me, a couple tipping their beers to me as they did so. Seven men around Kyle's age, some with dad-bods. Seven men I had never met before, but who were all a part of my birthday present to Kyle. We cut the birthday cake and sang, then mingled a bit as we ate standing. They all knew I was Kyle's boyfriend, but only a couple knew my name. I didn't ask any of their names, and none of them offered it. When everyone had finished their cake, and a couple of the men lit cigarettes, I introduced myself. "Thank you guys for coming to Kyle's party, this is an important birthday for him. I know we've never met but I'm Kyle's boyfriend Scott." They smiled and nodded, and a couple mumbled, "Hi, Scott." I continued. "I gave Kyle complete control over the guest list as part of my birthday present." Kyle stood by with his arms folded, smiling knowingly. "This year, for Kyle's birthday, I am giving him my serostatus." There was silence for a moment, and then some of the men nodded.

That's so hot 😍 🥵 ♠️♠️

What are the AI cues that give it away? Where would a natural story be better? For example, when the guy takes his first hit of meth ever, it says: " The smoke was harsh and acrid, unlike any marijuana he’d ever encountered. It hit him instantly, a rush of euphoria that made his head spin and his heart hammer in his chest." Nice writing, but using words that are 10-dollar words. But more importantly, it's wrong! The smoke is NOT harsh and acrid. Meth smoke has almost no flavor at all. Meth smoke is not smoke at all, but a vapor. But what flavor it does have is very distinctive, you won't forget it. Also the effect does NOT hit you instantly. It takes a few hits, not many but not instantly. And it doesn't make your head spin. Just the opposite, it makes everything very clear. It gives you endless energy! And it makes you tingle all over! Especially in your butt! These are small differences, but telltale AI differences that leave the reader trying and failing to remember/imagine his own first time. That should be the goal of any story, to trigger the reader to relate in such a way as to evoke memories of his own.

Lunchtime yesterday sucked off a homeless guy in Walmart bathroom

Any color cock is cool with me, just know how to use it, and be highly Toxic!!

They have that problem regularly, yes. I'm regularly logged out after logging in and then the start screen reappears. If I click "enter the chatroom," I can continue; I'm logged in again. Strange, because they say they don't use cookies. Usually after about 2 minutes I get logged out again. And my photos are usually not accepted. I'm a cum pig, and in the photos I'm in my gear, jeans, hoodie, bomber jacket, and everything is covered in cum stains. It's probably too extreme for Bullchat. But when I see guys who are completely covered in shit, I wonder what their policy is then. In short, it's a quirky chat app 😃

A) to those who find an objection…. It is a word. We took the word QUEER and turn led into a positive. You empower haters when you get upset. B) There are MANY bottoms (and sometimes tops) who ARE faggots. it’s a state of mind, not an insult. C) I, for one am NOT attracted to bottoms, only to faggots. I’m a DOM and I breed. I will tell my bitch what to do so he can pull out the cum out of me with the maximum pleasure FOR ME. Period. D) you cannot claim you’re in bondage if you object to that and other terms during sex. If you do, I hope AT LEAST your hole is as tight as your mind, otherwise you cannot really offer anything to a Dom.

Sometimes a pump and dump lunch time fuck is just what you need to get through the day

Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

Chapter 20: Shattered Silence Quarantine Camp. Helixion Genetics, Building 4, Hot Labs. 18:26 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX “You’re staying, and that’s final,” Krell thundered in a declamatory voice. Dr. Grant was becoming more frustrated by the minute. He had been asking Krell to call it a day, without success. “General, you’ve kept me here all afternoon,” he pleaded. “Can’t you see I’m sick and need bed rest? I can’t be any good to anyone in this condition.” He hacked loudly to emphasize his point, echoing in the small room, and his expectoration brought up a little ball of yellowed phlegm. Krell looked at the doctor with obvious, silent disgust at his sharing of bodily fluids. “No. You’re assisting with the research. I’m done listening. ” Then he pushed past him, but Dr Grant continued his case. “General, there’s nothing here - nothing to study. That fool Jack ran off with everything, the test subjects, and probably all the research.” Krell stopped his steps again, a headache forming in his skull, and anger in the pit of his stomach. “I can’t do anything without it, and I don’t even know what my former colleagues were working on to even guess at it.” “Did you not hear me, doctor?” “Look, I don’t work for Helixion Genetics anymore, and I’m not even being paid for this,” Dr. Grant said in a louder voice. “You have no business keeping me here. I’ve barely slept these past few days, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, and you have me working on a project I know nothing about. You can shoot me if you want, but I’m leaving. I. Don’t. Work. For. You.” Dr. Grant stabbed his finger into Krell’s chest with every single word, driving his words home. “Shut up already!” Krell said angrily. “I’ve heard all of your arguments twice over, and I’m not going to budge on this. You are needed here. We’re dealing with something very sensitive, and you don’t get a vote in this.” Tex had the great misfortune to walk in on this, and Krell observed him as he entered. “Do I look like I need your input, Dr. Vahn? Get back to work.” Tex was put off balance by the general’s aggression, but stood firm to his purpose. “No, sir. But it’s shift change, and I’ve been off duty for the past twenty minutes.” It was then Tex noticed, for the first time, a pile of seemingly junk in one corner. It was haphazardly arranged, as if carted here, dumped, and just left for later sorting. Something in it caught his eye, but he couldn’t get a detailed look in front of Krell or Dr. Grant. He made a mental note to come back to it before leaving. Dr. Grant was silently grateful for Tex’s interruption that allowed him to take a breath and decide what to say next. But it required no flowery language or bargaining. “If he gets to clock out, so do I. I’m going home.” “I can’t let you do that, Doctor Grant.” “You won’t be able to stop me. Free citizen last I checked and not some military contractor anymore.” The silence hung in the air between them as they stared each other down. Tex silently withdrew from the scene, unobserved by either man. When he was safely out of sight, he leaned back against a wall, and quietly exhaled as he cast his eyes on the ceiling. What an asshole. Just let the man go, he’s not useful to us! I swear these past twenty-four hours have been a goddamn rollercoaster. Even I want off this ride already… Then a new train of thought passed through Tex’s mind. Things just didn’t seem to add up with everything he’d witnessed. Jack…. JACK took the research? That doesn’t make sense. He probably has to take his shoes and pants off to count to twenty-one. No way he’s smart enough to know what to do with it. Tex absentmindedly checked a tooth filling with his tongue while he started to draw his own conclusions. Jack couldn’t possibly develop a biological weapon, and then engineer his own escape from this place AND take the data with him. It doesn’t add up. And Elias didn’t trust Grant, either. I wonder… His thought was interrupted by Krell, who came storming around the corner and into Tex’s line of vision. Krell said nothing to him, and continued on his way to his unknown destination. Dr. Grant followed shortly after, and stopped in front of Tex. “I’m going,” he said in a relieved but tired voice. “Sorry I can’t do much. I might be back tomorrow, but don’t count on it. Right now I’ve got something important to do.” With that, Dr. Grant walked toward an exit. Tex silently watched him go, and when he was sure the man wouldn’t come back, Tex returned to the pile of junk. Upon inspection, he discovered it was mostly paper files mixed with small unmarked black electronic boxes, cables, and broken unidentifiable bits. None of this was of interest to him - just the thing that caught his eye. With a little digging in the pile with his foot, he unearthed it: a small flash drive with a sticker on it. Here we go. The sticker was a bright pink color with a cheerful anime character on it. He didn’t know which one, but that wasn’t important. The Korean text on the sticker was a big clue. I’ve seen this before. And this script. Then it hit him. Pixel. It’s Korean. That can’t be a coincidence. He wondered what terrible fate had befallen his comrade, and whether he was a smiler now, too. I’ll bet this is the drive he used last night to download the research from the server. Giving a quick look around, he casually dropped his pen next to the drive, letting out a small curse before grabbing it and the drive before standing back up. Tex quickly pocketed his find just before an MP came through the door. “Ah, there you are,” Tex said in an upbeat voice to disguise any impression of wrong-doing. “I’m going back to my hotel.” “Do you need an escort, Dr. Vahn?” “No, thank you. I’ll manage on my own,” Tex answered. “Do let General Krell know he can reach me on my phone if something happens.” The MP, barely interested in the events of the day, simply replied, “Will do. Good night, Dr. Vahn.” Tex, with his pocketed hand grasping the data drive, moved toward the same exit used by Dr. Grant a few moments ago, and was already forming an idea before he got through it. —------- Discount Grocery. 18:58 MST. 31-Oct-20XX “Ten ninety-five, please,” the cashier said blandly. Doctor Grant handed over two rumpled five dollar bills and a one, wordlessly. The cashier took the money, pressed a few buttons, and the cash drawer opened noisily. She put the bills in their slots, withdrew a single nickel, and handed it to her ill-looking customer. “There you go, five cents. Do you want your receipt?” Doctor Grant closed his eyes and shook his head. “Okay, thank you for shopping at Discount Grocery.” She quietly looked at the flowers he had purchased. “They’re awfully pretty. No doubt for someone you love.” He picked up the bundle of flowers, pocketed the nickel, and answered sadly, “Yes, they are. Happy Halloween.” Grant turned toward the store’s front door, and walked through it. Stepping outside, he inhaled the night air with grateful zest. The scent of the rain earlier in the day was barely present to a normal nose, but Dr. Grant picked right up on it. The clouds had moved on, and he felt a little relief that he was away from the quarantine zone and back among normal spaces. Dr. Grant got in his car, turned the engine over, and with the flowers lovingly placed in the seat next to him, he drove off. Unbeknownst to him, another car was following him at a distance. Dr. Grant drove to the nearby cemetery and parked his car in the empty lot. Grabbing the bouquet, he stepped out of the car, and looked around for any observers. On the road to the cemetery, he noticed a single pair of headlights was consistently behind him, but paid it very little attention. Now he was suddenly concerned that someone might have been following. Probably Krell keeping tabs on me, or one of his blackguard gestapo underlings. But seeing no one at the moment, maybe it was just a coincidence and not about him at all. Grant silently walked between the various rows and headstones, the fog lending a naturally eerie vibe to the setting. As he moved through the silent place, flowers in hand, the memories began to crowd around him. It always began with the smell of antiseptic—sharp, cold, the kind that clung to your clothes long after you went home. It dragged Clark back to that room whether he wanted it or not, back to the slow-dying quiet where Julian lay fading under thin hospice blankets. Even now Clark would still clench his jaw remembering it. Because Julian didn’t have to die like this. Not like this. Not gasping softly in a room too quiet for a man who once lived louder than life. Clark sat beside the bed, elbows on his knees, fingers knit so tightly they hurt. Julian’s breathing was a fragile flutter, a rise and fall that barely lifted the blankets. His collarbones were sharp ridges. His eyelids trembled. Every detail carved itself into Clark’s memory until it felt like punishment. “Hey,” he whispered, brushing knuckles along Julian’s arm. “I’m here.” Julian didn’t speak at first. He just shifted his head a little, searching for Clark’s hand like he always did—instinctive, trusting, even now. Clark slid his hand into Julian’s, wincing at how cool the skin felt. “You look tired,” Julian murmured, voice faint, thin. “You should sleep more.” Clark almost laughed—almost. “I sleep,” he said. “Just… not when I’m here.” Julian’s mouth twitched, a ghost of the smile Clark used to chase across his face with kisses. “Liar.” Clark didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked toward the window where a sun he hated now was setting in gentle pink. Julian had always loved sunsets. Clark hated how poetic it all felt, how cinematic, how cruelly fitting—because this wasn’t a moment meant for beauty. It was a moment born of corporate cowardice, of boardroom politics, of numbers on a page that outweighed a human life. His hands tightened slightly around Julian’s. “You know,” Julian whispered, “you don’t have to stay through all of it.” “Yeah, I do.” Bitterness sharpened Clark’s whisper before he could stop it. “It’s the only thing I can still do.” Julian’s fingers twitched. Clark squeezed back, careful, gentle. He didn’t want Julian to feel the rage simmering under his skin, the kind that pulsed every time he saw the IV stand—empty, silent. He had designed a drug, spent two years shaping it, believing it would save him. Believing it would save people like Julian. But the company said no. That fucking rat bastard Jack had refused. Not enough data. Not enough precedent. Not appropriate for compassionate use. Too risky. Too expensive. Too soon for clinical trials. He knew it was only because of things like shareholders and dividends. Clark replayed those phrases every night like a litany of knives. They had denied him the one thing—the only thing—that could have bought Julian more time. And they had done it while sitting across a polished table, sipping water from embossed glasses, pretending to be sympathetic. His bitterness bled into his silence now. Julian sensed it. He always did. “Clark,” he murmured with a strained smile, “don’t be angry anymore.” “Julian,” Clark said, the name cracking in the middle, “I built that drug for you.” “I know.” Julian’s eyes opened a little more, dull but gentle. “But it wasn’t guaranteed.” “It was our best chance,” Clark snapped softly, the words trembling. “And they took it from us. From you. They took you from me.” A slow breath. A thinner exhale. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Well it sure as hell wasn’t yours.” Julian’s lips curved in the barest tease. “You always… get mean when you’re scared.” Clark huffed a wet breath. “I’m not scared.” “You’re terrified,” Julian whispered. Clark bowed his head, forehead pressed gently to Julian’s shoulder. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I am.” The room dimmed as the sun eased below the horizon. The shadows grew longer. Every second felt like an hour. Julian’s thumb brushed weakly against Clark’s hand. “You gave me everything,” Julian murmured. “Time. Love. A home. You fought for me… harder than anyone ever has.” “I didn’t fight hard enough,” Clark whispered. Julian’s breathing stuttered, then smoothed. Too smooth. Too quiet. “You did,” he insisted. “And I’m… grateful. So grateful, Clark.” Clark felt the words like broken glass. Julian’s next breath came late. Too late. His eyes drifted half-closed, focused somewhere past Clark’s shoulder—as if he saw the place Clark wasn’t allowed to follow yet. “Stay,” Clark pleaded. “Julian, just—stay with me a little longer.” Julian didn’t answer. His fingers slackened in Clark’s hand. Clark realized the exact moment Julian exhaled for the last time, because the world seemed too still with him. No machines beeped. No alarms rang. It was quiet—too quiet for the end of a life that should have burned brighter, lived longer. Clark pressed Julian’s hand to his forehead, breath shaking. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so damn sorry.” He stayed long after Julian’s skin went cold, bitterness settling deep in his bones like iron. He had built a miracle for a man he loved. And a corporation had let him die anyway. —- Dr. Grant could feel the tears starting to come to the surface as he approached the familiar spot. The sight of it stabbed at his heart, an anguish and guilt that nothing could assuage. Dr. Grant knelt at the grave, and gingerly placed the bouquet atop the mound of dirt. He brushed away some orange and brown autumn leaves from the grave marker until the full engraving could be read. HERE LIES JULIAN A. MAREK beloved son, brother, and lover “Hey, babe,” he said in a gentle whisper. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m here.” —---- Cemetery at St. Barton’s. 19:14 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. Tex kept on driving, letting Dr. Grant’s car turn to the left into the cemetery without following him in. He now knew where the suspicious doctor was going, and could only speculate his purpose at a cemetery on Halloween night. While goth kids might find such an activity edgy, Tex was pretty sure the man would go there for a more serious reason. Whatever he’s up to there, he at least deserves a little privacy, and the dead, our respect. I don’t get it. Dr. Grant had been adamant that he be allowed to go home and rest, but he came here instead? I should make sure he’s not up to no good. Tex parked his car a couple blocks away, and went back to the cemetery on foot. Passing revelers and small children in colorful costumes (and one very tired-looking woman chaperoning them), he found himself at the cemetery’s gate within a few minutes. He quietly opened it, wishing that last night’s passage through a gate had been as simple. If it had, Gravestone or Reaper could be doing this detective shit instead of me. Once on the other side, Tex scanned the area for any sign of anybody. He saw a little movement, almost in the dark, and decided to start his search for Dr. Grant there. I could also do with help from Zero for stealth in this. He slowly realized he was the only one of the Black Sigma team who hadn’t been infected, and this “sole survivor” distinction meant he was the best person to rescue them from whatever had taken them. The thought filled Tex with sadness, but also pride and determination to be the one to do it. He could hear, in the distance, the sound of sirens, but paid it no mind. As quietly as he could, he eventually came upon his quarry from behind, found on both his knees at a headstone and audibly sobbing. He was holding a lighted candle while he talked to his lost love. “I miss you so much,” the doctor whispered between hiccups. Tex at once felt sympathy for the man, and let him grieve for his deceased lover. “I know I promised you I would never work with these assholes—” He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly aware that he was being watched. Dr. Grant wiped both his eyes and his cheeks with his hands before he looked partially over his left shoulder. “You know, you make a really shitty spy, Dr. Vahn.” A lump suddenly leapt into Tex’s throat as he realized he’d been caught, and rather easily. “How… how did you know it was me?” “Lucky guess. Why are you here?” Tex fumbled for a legitimate reason, having been unprepared for the possibility of discovery. “I… um… you… were acting funny, so —” “So, what? You thought you would follow me?” Dr. Grant said accusingly. “To my dead partner’s grave? How dare you. This is none of your concern, and you’ve got no right. Did Krell put you up to this?” Dr. Grant rose to standing, blew out the candle, and turned to face his stalker. “No, doctor,” Tex said soothingly, showing both his hands to show he was unarmed. “I just thought maybe —” “What did you think?” He crossed his arms tightly in front of him, both to protect himself from the intrusion, and to show his displeasure. “Well? I’m waiting.” Tex couldn’t invent a reason fast enough, and he realized he’d made a bad choice to follow him. I’m not going to be able to lie to him. “I’m not here because anyone ordered me to be here.” “Look, your friend with the weird name, something King, came to my home today, and now you are here, interrupting a private moment.” The doctor snapped his fingers once. “Hudson. That was it. He’s a phony, and I have to wonder about you, too. You guys have got some nerve. Tell me something. How badly do you want to be part of this, Tex?” The way Dr. Grant called him by his code name shook him to his very core. The lump in his throat had returned, forming an identical one in his stomach. I never told him my code name. How does he know about that? What’s his deal? A quick revelation shot across Tex’s brain. I was right. This guy knows everything about what’s going on. “Krell may be fooled, but I read that mission brief as well. And your ankle seems to be doing rather well, Dr. Tobias Vahn… Tex… for someone who was too ill to make it to the mission last night,” Grant commented, arranging the flowers on the grave. Shit. Bastard is sharper than I gave him credit. He saw right through our smokescreen. “Just so you know, this borders on stalking,” Dr. Grant continued. “Same goes for your friend, Mr. Kade. Or would you rather I continue to call him Hudson King? I’m sure Krell would love to know you both were there last night and escaped the quarantine, too. Jack was rather insistent that he knew you.” Tex found himself tongue-tied at the accusations, which were unfortunately true. And he had a feeling nothing he could say would convince the doctor otherwise. “What have you got to say for yourself, Tex? Should I just deliver Krell a new round of test subjects to play with? Might be enough to get that self-righteous bastard off my back and let me rest.” Before Tex could answer, Dr. Grant was on the ground in an instant, tackled from the left by something large and dark. In the dim light, Tex couldn’t clearly see what it was, but he could no longer see Dr. Grant standing before him. The dark figure perched over Dr. Grant’s disheveled form, now in a heap on the damp, leafy grass to the right of where he’d been standing, and it turned its head in Tex’s direction. It smiled at him evilly, displaying its sharp teeth, blackened eyes, and curvaceous horns. There was no doubt in Tex’s mind about what was looking at him, and what he was seeing. Then the creature scooped up the doctor in its arms, and ran toward the line of trees that dotted the back end of the cemetery. Tex stood transfixed with horror and shock. It all happened in less than ten seconds, and he wished he had brought his sidearm when he left his car. He hadn’t anticipated getting caught, and certainly not needing to draw his weapon. Shit! His mind screamed. That smiler took my best lead! Tex pulled his burner phone from his pocket, and instantly dialed Elias’s number. We’ve got to do something.

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.”

Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?

The early 2000 and until PrEP and Meds appeared, was actually the best time to bottom bareback because most bottoms were terrified of taking anon loads. I decided to stop using condoms after I had joined a Bareback Yahoo group and was stealth at the sauna. A guy started fucking me in my room wearing a condom, but he managed to take it off. Before leaving my room, he said: "I left a present for you". I understood when I felt his cum leaking out of my hole. I knew something felt different but I never stopped the guy from fucking. At the local sauna I was known to bottom bareback, in the days when saunas were the sure place for anon action. Some would ask me for my phone number and they became even long-term fuck buddies. In gay.com I would advertise as bottom bareback and met many guys who would stop by my place to unload in a hole. I remember one night at the local sauna I took 12 loads when three of those were from one guy. I was probably the only hole willing to take loads. That one guy stopped by my room, fucked me and unloaded 3 times. I still remember that. I re-started barebacking because I became tired of condoms and had an experience of stealthing that made me want to take anon loads.

I went to high school in the gay village, walking through it twice daily to and from the subway, past the bars, bath houses, queens and queers. I knew i was gay and wanted to break free of the choir/alter boy with good grades that girls fawned over image. I worked up the nerve to go into the eagle which was open during the day. It seemed less obvious than going into the porn theater. I walked up the stairs telling myself to act normal, just go to the bar, order a ginger ale and grab a seat in a corner. It worked! As I sat in the corner of the almost empty bar, petrified to move but so turned on I scanned the room, fixated on the sling so much so, that i never noticed the 6'2 dark haired 200 lb mid 30's man that had walked over and asked to sit. I smiled and said yea, grab a seat. He straddled the stool at the table dwarfing my slight 5'8 130lbs as he sat next to me. Every part of me quivered at the thought of him popping my cherry, b4 i knew it i had a raging boner snaking down my pant leg. He reached over hand outstretched reaching for my hand, and in a deep voice said I'm Mark, I couldn't help coming over and saying hello. Thanks your'e hot came out of my mouth b4 i could stop myself, still holding my hand he looked down at my twitching teenage cock and smiled wide.. wow your'e hung he stated making me blush.. i'm chris, short for christoher I told him. Wanna get out of here and go get comfortable? Sure, my voice quivering, we got up put our coats on and proceeded down the stairs when he stopped, turned around and started to kiss me, his stubble made my cock rage even harder making my underwear wet with pre-cum. His large hands quickly freed my cock from my pants, the cold winter air on my stiff "8 1/2" long 6 thick cock made me squirm a little, but b4 i knew it, this giant of a man was gobbling my cock in his hot mouth. After what seemed like an eternity he tore himself off of my cock long enough to grunt, fuck you taste so good, lets get out of here! My jeans barely contained my cock soft, I struggled to to get it back in hard, and decided to zip it up as far as it would go and pull my jacket down over the rest of my exposed cock.. mark smiled at me with this devilishly satisfied look on his face that i would have to walk out like that. As we got to the bottom of the stairs he said, don't worry we r not going far, just across the street. Again more stairs through a lane way door and we r at a counter with stacks of towels on them... The old guy in the background was familiar from the coffee shop; he said to the clerk, let him in, give them the double at the end of the hall and smiled at me.. Mark paid and was given a key, a bottle of lube and 2 towels. We walked down the maze of halls of open doors naked men and sounds of sex everywhere.. When we got to the room mark asked if i'd been here b4, I said no, I'm actually a virgin.... he smiled at me & continued to undress. The man was a mountain, solid, thick arms, legs, hands and a fat uncut cock.. I stood there staring at him as i undressed. he looked me over b4 picking me up and placing me on the bed standing up so my cock was closer to his face.. My cock responded with teenage zeel, but I was aching to taste his cock. his tongue darted under my foreskin tracing my cock head bringing me back to this sweet extacy; looking down at his stubble covered face with my hard cock buried in his mouth was almost too much, and he could sense it, so he turned around placed his hands on the walls spread his legs and told me to hop down and slide that monster cock in my hole. I hopped down and stood behind Mark with my hard cock pointed square at his ass crack not knowing what to do, but b4 I could move his massive hands reached down and cupped my cock, guiding it closer to his hot hole. I could not believe I was about to fuck this football player built daddy, especially without a condom. B4 I could even ask about the condom, the moist heat of his hole like a drug made me forget about anything other than that hot tight hole twitching and flexing against my cock head.. It made me so hot I shot a stream of pre-cum which just made my virgin cock head slide in his hole. Mark moaned and inhaled from a small bottle with 1 hand while still holding my cock with the other. I could feel his hole relax as he inhaled; with a low grunt he moaned as he began to been his hot dry hole my fat uncut cock. The more he worked my rock hard cock into his hole the closer I felt myself to cuming. Mark just kept moaning how good my cock felt in his hole, it hurt so good he repeated a few times; I told him i was so close to cumming, he asked if i could wait till he got my cock all the way in, so I grabbed his hips and drove my cock deep in his hole waiting to feel his ass lips cradle the base of my cock. Mark spread his cheeks grinding back into me; I lost my balance & fell back onto the bed mark following, as he landed on me his crushing weight buried my cock as deep as it could go. I wrapped my arms around this towering daddy who had begun to vigorously ride me raw moaning seed your daddy, shoot you hot load deep in daddy. Without much more urging I was shooting my first load deep into his willing hole. He kept riding my cock which now slid in and out with greater ease as my cum lubed his hole. This new feeling was too much, it's like a beast was awakened, I wanted to be in control, I wanted to be behind him controlling the thrust. I told him to stand up and turn around, as he did i could feel my cum drip out of his ass. He was hard and drenched in pre-cum! I wanted my first taste of cock! It was sweet & salty at the same time i thought as i tried to take his 10 inch un cut cock down my throat like he had done to me... he reached down lifted my chin so i was looking up at him as i sucked his cock and said to I hope you don't mind i have a lot of pre- cum. I took his fat cock out of my mouth and said Its my first time so you get to train me to love your cum and cock... you have to use your pre cum as lube to work this monster uncut daddy dick into my hole. And you have to cum deep in my hole so i can go home with your cum in me.. His cock shot a load of pre cum across my face as it stiffened to my words.. Mark laid down on the bed with his legs up in the air and said fuck me some more, i was so close just now... I pressed my cock up against his hole, feeling my load leaking out as he twitched welcoming my cock into his hungry hole..This time I slid the entire length of my hard uncut cock into his hole as i leaned forward to kiss him. Man it felt so good, i started thrusting like a wild man turned on by the fact that i was inside of this built daddy who just wanted my cock inside of him.. his moans became louder and his cock was shooting short thick burst of what i thought was cum so i aske if he was cumming, he said no that's pre cum.. i puled my cock out of his ass, he groaned as it plopped out. I straddled his lap positioning my virgin hole on the head of his fat, long uncut cock and started to rock back and forth working his pre cum into my hole getting it wet.. Mark reached behind me to insert a finger in my but. I hated the feeling of his finger inside of me... I told him, take it out, if im gonna loose my cherry its gonna be to a cock, not a finger.. I straddled his cock for a while only able to get his head inside of me, b4 he handed me the vial and said inhale slow and deep, then relax... I did as told. The pain subsided as I felt this rushing wave consume me, marks lubed his shaft, place his hands on my hips, a few thrusts and & a couple inches of his monster cock slid in. A few minutes of riding Mark my hole opened up, enjoying the feeling of his fat cock sliding in and out of me, I reached back and realized he was only less than half way in me.. I took a few more hits of the poppers, and asked him to get on top of me; with ease he flipped me over lifted my legs above his broad shoulders, and slowly dropped all his weight on me, forcing inch after inch inside of me...he got about 8 inches in b4 he paused to let me get used to it and to have more poppers... his cock was huge and filled me completely, i felt him grow inside of me as he laid on top of me kissing my neck..I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into me, I wanted to feel his balls pressed up against my hole and he did not disappoint. Once more he laid there & I felt his cock twitch a few times, Mark grunted, I can feel the pre cum leaking out my cock, filling u up.. I grinned and slapped his ass; he began to slowly fuck my hole & it hurt like hell...He slipped his cock out of my hole making me feel suddenly empty; he squeezed some lube in my gaping hole, then began to slowly feed his fat uncut head into my well lubed hole. Thank you I gasped as he began to bury his cock fat in my tiny butt, the lube really made it easier to take his long fat cock as he built up speed, forcing my hips down to the base of his cock with almost every thrust, making me yelp. Mark placed his large hand in my mouth and said bite down, I'm close. I pushed his hand away and said I'll take it like a man, he grinned picking up the pace, I was seeing stars it hurt so bad, then all of a sudden my aching hole which was already stretched to the max began to almost double in size as Mark's began to shot. He buried his cock balls deep in my hole, his cock twitching and growing each time he shot deep inside of me. Mark began sliding his cock half way out then slamming it mercilessly back in to his balls, each time flooding me with hot cum. He came for what seemed like forever b4 burring his cock balls deep in my used come filled hole, flexing his cock deep inside of me; then bam , without warning my hard cock started to shoot without me touching it... Mark opened his mouth and bent over catching some of my cum in his mouth then leaned in and kissed me. He stayed inside of me till his cock softened. We showered and came back to our room, my hole sore and gaping, I sat at the edge of the bed. Mark told me to lean back, and i did as told; fuck#@* he began to rim my sore hole sucking, blowing air into my hole like a balloon. B4 i knew it I felt a flood unleash from deep inside me. Mark grunted Yea! like he had just found gold; he furiously ate my hole lapping up every drop that leaked out. After a while I heard him say your'e nice and clean now. Ignoring my raging hard on I asked, what just happened? He said, while fucking you I felt your second ring open up when i was fucking you, so I figured you still had some cum up there. Mark reached into the locker for his pants, and a ring hit the floor, he leaned down and placed it on his ring finger while staring at me. I asked what his wife was like in bed; he said she doesn't like the amount of pre cum i have so she doesn't give me head..& says i'm too bug so doesn't like getting fucked too much which works for him... We exchanged numbers and saw each other a few more times...

The top’s name was Anthony. I had found him on-line using the screen name Hot Rod. His profile had talked about his big hard cock, his stamina, his big loads, all of which really got my juices going, so I hit him up. We exchanged a few e-mails and when I asked for his phone number he gave it to me. Come on guys! That seems trustworthy, right? I usually ask on-line strangers lots of questions but on this night I was so horned up that I just blurted out that I wanted him to come over and play. Right away. Next thing you know, here we are on my queen-size bed, me flat on my back and Anthony, he’s on his knees between my legs, looking down at me with a smug expression. God damn! He’s so HOT! “What?” I said, looking up at him quizzically. “Let’s get you out of those pants,” he said. And that’s just what he proceeded to do! I felt a little vulnerable, naked and my legs spread like that, with him kneeling in between, still fully dressed, looking down at me thoughtfully. That didn't seem to stop my dick from standing straight up however. If anything, I was harder than usual. “Come on, you get undressed too,” I said. “Whatever you say, man,” he replied. With that, he reached up and slowly started to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. My eyes darted to his midsection as the bottom hem began to rise. I wanted to see if he had a nice treasure trail. I like my guys with some fur on their belly and chest. There was a sexy thatch of black hair running down into his jeans. It took me a few seconds for my brain to process the image in front of me. Beneath that glorious trail of hair was a tattoo. It was THAT TATTOO! You know, the universal bio-hazard symbol. When Anthony caught the look on my face he sneered, “Don’t you fret about that! I’m gonna take good care of you.” With that he shoved his jeans down to his knees. His cock sprang up stiffly, long and thick. It was already starting to ooze a clear fluid, tantalizing but undoubtedly toxic. He said, “Don’t worry, baby, all you gotta do is lick it a little, just a little. You know…make it feel good.” As he leaned towards me I couldn't help but moisten my lips and open my mouth. “Yeah, I figured you would,” he said as he rubbed the head of that big cock across my mouth, coating my lips with his slightly salty precum. It was like I was mesmerized. I offered no resistance when his cock began to push into my mouth. God, it tasted good! I moaned just a little when I realized that I was accepting him willingly but I just couldn't stop. “That’s it, baby, get that big dick of mine nice and wet. The slicker it gets, the easier it’ll be on your ass!” As much as his cock was turning me on, when I realized that he was intending to fuck me with it, my fears came roaring back. “No way am I gonna let you fuck me with that cock,” I announced. “I’m not gonna make you do anything that you don’t want to do, baby!” he crooned. “I promise you, I’ll only do what's ok with you, how’s that?” “Well,” I assented, “I guess that’ll be alright.” He ordered, "Now get back on that cock. That was feeling mighty good!” Now that I wasn't so nervous, the idea of sucking on that big-ass cock seemed like a reasonable thing to do. I started making love to that dick with my lips and tongue and throat. I could tell that he was getting into it because he placed his hands on each side of my head, held me steady and then began a gentle yet insistent rocking motion with his hips. Being used this way just got me hotter and my thoughts began to whirl. My desires were taking over and my common sense was melting away rapidly. He stopped face fucking me long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes. He stretched out, lying atop me and applying urgent little kisses and bites, sending me further into orbit. First he worked on my front side and then he carefully turned me over onto my stomach and continued his efforts on my back and neck. “Baby,” he whispered huskily. “You turn me on so much it’s hard for me to restrain myself.” With that, he started to slowly rub the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up until he reminded me of his promise not to do anything that I wasn't ok with. “Baby,” he said, “let me just put my cock inside you, only a couple of inches. That ass of yours looks so sweet, I just gotta see what it feels like to be inside. Don’t worry, that’s all I’m gonna do.” I thought that his request sounded a little fishy, but he had promised, after all, and I told you my thinking was getting a little mixed up! After a couple of minutes he said, “Yeah, that feels so good…just a couple more inches deeper…just for a minute, ok? I just want to see what it feels like.” Again, I gave my reluctant approval. But this time, after he eased that huge dick in a bit, he caught me by surprise by pulling it back out, just a few inches. When I didn't squawk, he repeated the process, gently pushing in and then pulling back again. “Don’t worry, baby,” he breathed, “I’m not fucking you, I’m just gonna move it in and out for a little bit, just for a couple of minutes. It feels so, so good, baby!” I guess he thought that my shocked silence meant that I was ok with it all because soon his rhythm started to pick up ever so gradually and his strokes started getting deeper. As freaked out as I was, I have to admit that it was starting to feel waves of pleasure washing over me. Faster, deeper, I didn't know what to think. Was he really fucking me after all? And here I was, after all my earlier protests, letting him actually fuck me, fuck me RAW! His breathing was getting more labored, a sign that he was gonna blow his wad soon. His poz load! He was still pumping away deep inside me and I was so dazed by it all that I wasn't doing anything to stop him! Nothing was coming out of my mouth except little gasps of pleasure. I was just about to tell him, “No! Please, no!” when I felt his hips start to jerk as he began to flood my insides with his seed. This hot poz top was actually breeding me and I had let him do it without saying a freakin' word! After several more thrusts he was finally spent. He rolled me over and stared into my eyes. A hint of a sheepish grin played across his lips. “I told you that I was gonna take care of you, didn't I?”

I was in the doctor’s office for my annual exam. I had being seeing Dr. Phillips for a few years and I was pretty comfortable talking about all my health care issues with him. He knew that I was gay. Hell…he even knew that I was a bottom during sex. It was around 4:30 pm on a Friday afternoon and I was looking forward to the three-day weekend. I guess mine was the next-to-last appointment of the day. There was only one guy left in the waiting room. He was a slender guy, a little older than me, with average looks and short sandy hair. I didn’t pay much attention to him. After checking my physical responses, the doctor asked me the usual health and lifestyle questions. This year, however, my answer about whether I practiced safe sex was different. I told him that I had gotten fucked without a condom on several occasions. Surprisingly, I didn’t get the lecture that I expected. Instead, he asked me to explain my reasons for bottoming without protection. Hesitantly, I told him that I was becoming attracted to the idea of “bug chasing.” I said that I was attracted to the idea of taking poz cum. He said, “Are you aware of the risk that you might convert to being HIV-positive?” I relied, “I guess so. I haven’t thought about it that much yet, but the notion of routinely taking loads of some guy’s infected sperm is becoming increasingly appealing to me. It’s like breaking some wild kind of taboo!” The doctor said, “I’ve read up on this kind of behavior and it seems that most men professing a desire to be "pozzed" are really only engaging in an extreme sort of fantasy. Do you think that’s true in your case?” “No, Doc, I’m sure that that’s what I want. The whole idea turns me on for so MANY reasons!” When he heard this, his manner changed…more alert, more interested. He looked at me intently for a few moments, as if making up his mind about something. He said, “I’ve got an idea. It just so happens that the young man out in the waiting room has recently tested HIV-positive. We haven’t started him on any medications yet, so his Viral Level is extremely high. Why don’t I ask him to join us?” “You mean NOW?” I squeaked. I was still lying on the exam table, clad only in a thin Johnny that had been pulled up above my waist. I felt exposed and vulnerable. “Yes, right now! There’s no time like the present.” He then stood up, crossed the room and opened the door to the waiting room. I heard him tell his nurse that she could go home now. “Have a great weekend, Nancy!” he said. Next, he called out, “Mark! Why don’t you come into my office?” I could hear footsteps as the quiet young guy that I’d seen earlier came on in. He looked with a gleam of interest at my half-naked body lying on the examination table. The doctor said, “Mark, this is Alex, one of my patients. He currently is HIV-negative but he tells me that he’s been having unsafe sex recently in hopes of contracting the virus. Isn’t that right, Alex?” I could only blush in response. Mark stared at me with a wolfish grin on his face. Doctor Phillips continued, “It occurred to me that you two could help each other. Mark was telling me that he’s been getting very frustrated since his diagnosis because he stopped having sex. Mark, you don’t mind discussing this with Alex present, do you?” “No, doc! That’s ok. It’s just that I’m so HORNY all the time now. Do you think I’ll ever be able to fuck normally again?” The doctor then said to me, “You’re ok with this, too, Alex? We have your permission to help? I mean, you don’t object, do you?” I was confused. Help me? Help me with WHAT? I tried to say something…anything, but only a choked sound came out. “Well,” the doctor said, “the solution seems pretty simple. Mark, why don’t you go ahead and insert your penis into Alex here so you can commence intercourse. That will grant you the sexual release you’ve been seeking and Alex here can begin receiving the virus that he’s been trying to get. Go ahead, Mark, give him what he’s been asking for.” My head was spinning but I could only moan incoherently at the thought of what was about to happen. Was I just going to let this total stranger deposit his infected fluid deep within my bowels? Dr. Phillips voice brought me back. “Here’s some KY Jelly, Mark. Doctors always have plenty of that on hand.” At that, I felt a large stiff cock push inside me. Mark muttered, “Shit, doc! You don’t know how great this tight hole feels. You sure this guy Alex doesn’t care that I’m gonna flood his guts with my AIDS babies? Is that what you want, Alex? You want me to knock you up?” The doctor replied, “Don’t give it a second thought, Mark! It’s exactly what he wants. He told me so himself!” After Mark shot his first toxic load into me, Dr. Phillips insisted that he repeat the intercourse twice more “for good measure.” On my way out the door on wobbly legs the doctor slipped a small white appointment card into my hand. “I want the two of you to return for office visits until your HIV test comes back positive. Have a great weekend and see you next week!”

My sex life began in the early 80s, so I originally had bareback sex because that was all any gay man had. By the mid to late 80s, I was scared enough to start using condoms. For a long time I was very insistent about only playing safe. Then in 1992 a trick who knew exactly what he was doing ate my hole until I was just a puddle and slipped into me bare for the first time in years. It felt so good. Even though I freaked and made him pull out and rubber up, the seed was planted. The guy became a regular fuckbuddy, and I soon was taking him bare and taking the load. Then I started talking other fuckbuddies into going bare because it felt so much better. I still used condoms some for a few more years, but by the mid 90s, I just was going bare all the time.

For me it was the awareness that the Condom Edict of the early eighties, that we thought was only going to last five years, was still in force thirty years later. Anti-retrovirals mean that I'm essentially non-infectious (I can't rule out the possibility of blips in my viral load, but a jump to infectious levels would most likely be accompanied by illness of some description: the normal blip is less than 100 points) and superinfection remains pretty much theoretical in that it happens about once a year in the entire world. So why the hell not? I couldn't think of a reason: I'd been BBing with other poz guys who I knew reasonably well since the late eighties, and loathe the sensation of rubbers (to me their only use is to deny a bottom the cum he wants as a punishment). ED makes it rare for me to fuck as the standard remedies don't work or give me all the side effects and none of the fun, so I'm more likely to end up getting my ass filled. Shit, but I've missed that sensation!