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Thursday was the hottest and scariest experience I’ve ever done. I chatted with a straight guy who wanted to fuck me. He is only available early mornings. So I waited till 5 am to be awake for him. While my family are asleep. The guy arrived and I met him outside briefly and quickly led him into the backyard. I snuck him in the house through the backyard sliding door. While my parent were asleep in their rooms and my brother across from my room. We walked quietly and led him into my room. I shut the door and we both stripped naked and I sucked him deeply. He let me sniff some poppers. I ate his ass out like he demanded. Finally he fucked me hard on my bed. I was nervous of making too much noises. My bed kept on making a lot of noise. But thankfully no one woke up. But I heard my cat waking up in my brother room. We hurried and got dressed and led him out . Before my brother woke up to let the cat outside. I heard my brother took the cat out right when I went to bed. 😂 This is my actually my third experience of letting a stranger coming in my house while my family are deep asleep.

It has always been such a fun thing to see! Well-trained holes being able to take a fist or two. Older experienced guys praising other older or younger guys for taking it so well. It's a dream of mine to get to that point, but I never have time to use my ass like I want so my hole is super tight. One day though!

I remember symptoms of fuck flu coming on about two weeks after the fuck that did it. My fuck flu lasted several weeks and was hell: massive night sweats leaving bed sheets dripping wet, sore throat, little energy. I understood what was happening. I had a good GP at respected clinic. I had network of mates (range of neg, unsure, poz detectable and poz undetectable) comfortable navigating poz stuff. I wasn’t exactly chasing but had been expecting it might happen – a few years embracing random and anon raw play. I knew I had to ride out the fuck flu and try to ease the symptoms as best I could. I didn’t feel like sex for couple months while recovering. No recurring illness or fuck flu since then. After the fuck flu passed I returned to enjoying good raw fucking. I have a respect for mates that experience similar fuck flu journey. I kinda regard fuck flu and turning poz as kind of like a coming-of-age / right-of-passage thing. If you going through fuck flu know that you are not alone in your experience. Seek out understanding and supportive mates. Get back to enjoying hot raw fucking when you ready.

I went to SF for Folsom last year. When I saw the Horse Market Party was heading in SF too, I purchased the ticket with extra money to ensure I could get in, since all the tickets already sold out. It was the best party I've been to. There were about over 30 mares (I was one of them), and I only saw one guy wearing white mask. Almost everyone chose the red mask and played raw. The party started at 6PM. Mares got in first, and staffs helped us to get ready. Then stallions got in at 6:30PM then started fucking. It's interesting that before stallions came in, I was chatting with another mare who took the sling next to me. He said he is from local. His husband and he attended this party many times. And his husband is stallion. I asked him what's his highest record. He said he had 17 cocks at one night. I told him my goal was 10 cocks. I had 18 cocks in four hours. Oh Yeah!

I was so stunned, I just shut up. My ass was burning as he continued jabbing his cock into my by now tender ass. How the hell had this happened? "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I didn't really see much choice, so I nodded my head and bit my lip as he assaulted my ass with his thick cock. "Good, because with those straps you're not going anywhere until I say you are. Just relax and try to enjoy it." After a while, my tight virgin ass must have loosened enough to begin to feel some pleasure, more intense with his cock than a finger had been. By this time he'd settled into steady rhythm. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and I felt him lean over me. "Now, you keep being a good boy and open that mouth for me, fed up of listening to you." Scared of what might happen if I refused, I opened my mouth and felt a rubber ball be shoved between my teeth stretching my jaw. It was fixed in place with a strap behind my head. He then pulled up straight and started fucking me hard, I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against my cheeks as he pounded me. "Just thought, you never did ask about the meaning of my tattoo, did you boy?" What? Why the hell were we talking about tattoos while this sleazy older guy was railing me? "Well..uh...maybe you should have." His breathing was getting a bit ragged. "It, ugh, means I've got HIV, mmm!" After this finally processed through my brain, I tried in vain to buck him off, but he just leaned his weight forward and started jackrabbiting in my ass. "That's it, take my poz load and join the club!" He made one final thrust into my tender asshole and stayed there buried to the hilt as he groaned. I could feel the full weight of his flabby body leaning on me as he caught his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out unceremoniously and slapped my ass again in the same spot, it was just as hard but the pain was nothing compared to my poor asshole. "Oh, by the by, that's what the tattoo is for." He chuckled. I heard the door open, I squirmed and moaned through the ball gag, thinking he was forgetting to at least untie me. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I say so. I'll just leave you there with that sweet arse pointed towards the front door. Don't worry, it tends to get busier about now, so you'll have company soon."

It just turns me on. Two uncles and a cousin. So what….

You won't be happy staying with Og. There's OOg out there, with your name on. I had no problems with post infection, luck because I was fucking with it the first night. Any pain I felt just made me fuck more & harder. After the initial piercing it took approximately 12-18 months to get to a OOg. I will say I have excellent rates of healing. If you GENTLY play & stretch, after healing properly, with it DAILY, you should be able to go up in size every 3-4 months. That was my time line but, I did rush it for the exquisite pain. GOOD LUCK & just take your time & enjoy the process.

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

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.

Depends on the vibe. Usually, if it's something passionate/romantic, I'll go slow. But some guys like it rough and that's hot in a different way.

We were brought up with an intense relationship and yes, sexual relationship with fathers, son, uncles, cousins, but without the sexual part, I don't think we would have had the same close loving relationship we had. My Grandmother knew and gave us the warning that men have needs that help bond us boys together, but touch your sisters & she would cut our balls off. Some will say we were groomed and perhaps we were but even with all the odd things we did we were never beaten or battered and we could talk freely with other men in the family without fear or judgement. I've often heard it called sexual abuse or a host of other things by many who never had the same close relationships and cannot understand how special it is to share the moments of when men are at the most vulnerable state of orgasm to share it with someone you share a bond with like you father or son or uncle. I have no regrets of how early it started or of what we did or where or with who, just a regret of the loss too early of my dad & uncle who shared a bond beyond words. You sometimes here I wish my dad had or I should have when I had the opportunity while my family did and can look back to those times knowing I was loved without judgement.

I'm a geek, a tech worker, new software/gadget lover. But I'm a human author and I am hating AI-only written content, more and more. I know VeniceAI, but I even tried the various bots called "pyrite" available on the paid poe.com platform. You have literally dozens of bots! Let me say I over-stressed them a lot. With the dirtiest topics. Man with man, woman with two men, man with sentient HIV virus, sentient virus "in incognito" pretending to be a man... But the result is always cold, non-empathic. Let me say it frankly, I got to cum with that stuff only when it was definitely a LOSER day. When I laid down on the bed asking myself: "and now? What worse than this day can still happen?" It was like having sex with a frozen doll. Not to say a dead body. Let alone when I create complex characters as I am used to. Do you remember Ian, from "we have to talk" in the bugchasing fiction story? A blind character, with many conflicts and contraddictions in him. But AI, after some paragraphs, started to drive a car. For me, calling it "artificial intelligence" is the worst mistake people are making in adopting this tech. But calling as it is, "large language model", would have given it the appropriate size and reflection time before mass-adoption. Fuck, I lost hours of my creative life, for? For nothing. My 40 cents for the cause. Yes, let me give a boost to my ego and self-esteem today. I need to!

A few days ago bred a guy in a hotel. Later that night hooked up with a Latino bear with a fat uncut cock and he dumped a 3 day load in my hole. I could feel his cock pumping it in me. Right after that I went to go breed a regular who had 6 loads in his hole.

I was sick for about a week. Not sure how long after exposure. I had been trying for about three months. Even though I knew I was going to get it I didn’t put my symptoms together with conversion. Headache, some nausea, night sweats and general achy were some of my symptoms.

Fuck me legless. You'll love Og but be very careful when jerking. I have a OOg PA but, the skin Bridge has been worn down jerking. My best advice would be to only fuck with it. You will be in paradise & so will your bottom as it slides over his prostate. I'm now looking at a reverse PA. Although radiation therapy did its work, I can't fuck any longer but there is still sensation that a reverse will increase. Go forward, young man & give / take the PA's pleasure 😜😜😜.

I can only agree 100%. Random fucks for me, start the night. I'm already well lubed & whether it's a pub, bar, club, sauna or truck stop I always catch up with friends, acquaintances & if they want a quick fuck I'll never say no. The random fucks get me loose & sloppy, ready for the full anon action. Piss, cock, cum & fists all lined up & no refusal. Fuck me rough & if you want to leave your seed or come back multiple times my cunts always open & ready.

When life gives you a top who passes out from being too high, go on Sniffies and find the guy visit Denver for Christmas who just wants to drop his load who is right across the street.

Edging my hard cock and thinking about ☣️ holes. Anyone for DM chat to help me out?

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/sketchy-cock-bareback/ Some new vid from me

I can't find a picture of anything like it, but I had a fuckbud with a barbell perpendicular through his glans just past the ridge, that gave me a lot of pleasure. It probably didn't hurt that he was close to 10" and uniformly thick from base to the glans. He definitely fucked the cum out of me a few times.

Chapter 3: Feliz Miccion Home Alone played loudly across the living room, the Wet Bandits screaming while the guys of Phi Alpha Gamma howled with laughter. Evan had picked the movie hoping for something lighthearted, something to ease the weird feeling twisting in his stomach. Instead, he spent most of the runtime watching the basement door instead of the TV. Noah should have come back by now. Derek definitely should have. Evan pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders, trying to ignore the faint cold draft slipping from under the basement door. It didn’t feel like normal cold air—more like something breathing out into the room. The others didn’t seem to notice. They sprawled over the couches, arguing about which trap was the best, tossing popcorn, drinking too fast because the storm outside felt like a good excuse. Bran elbowed him lightly. “Dude, relax. You’re staring holes into the floor.” “I’m just saying… I never saw either of them come up,” Evan murmured. “Not once.” “Derek probably found porn,” Ty said without looking away from the screen. “Noah probably passed out,” Zach added. “You know how he is.” Porkchop frowned sympathetically but didn’t join in. Evan stared at the TV, trying to let the movie distract him, but the feeling wouldn’t loosen. The storm outside smashed against the windows, rattling the frames as if testing them. The house lights flickered once—just enough for Evan’s pulse to jump—before stabilizing again. The others barely reacted, but Evan felt the pressure in the room shift, subtle and wrong. Something was happening downstairs. He couldn’t hear it, couldn’t see it, but the sense of it pressed into him like a weight beneath his ribs. He hugged his arms around himself. “I’m telling you, I would’ve heard them go upstairs.” Bran sighed without taking his eyes off the movie. “Evan. Man. They’re fine. Derek’s the last person on earth who’d get himself killed in a basement.” The reassurance didn’t touch him. If anything, it only made him feel more alone in his worry. The movie’s climax exploded across the TV—chaos, traps, screams, laughter—but Evan barely registered a second of it. His gaze stayed fixed on the basement door, on the quiet line of darkness pooling beneath it, on the draft that seemed to breathe just a little too steadily. Something was wrong. He felt it in his bones. And before the night was over, he knew he would have to be the one to face it. By the time Kevin was dropping bricks onto the Wet Bandits’ skulls, Evan couldn’t focus on the movie at all. The storm outside roared harder than the TV speakers, rattling the windows every few seconds. He kept glancing at the basement door, anxiety chewing at him—Noah wasn’t back, Derek wasn’t back, and he knew he hadn’t missed either of them going upstairs. The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then the whole house went dark. Groans erupted instantly. “Dude, right at the BEST PART—come on!” “I hate this house!” “Electric companies should be illegal.” Bran sighed heavily and ordered everyone upstairs before the cold set in. The guys shuffled away, complaining the whole time, leaving only Evan standing alone in the pitch-black living room. Perfect. His gaze drifted to the cases of beer on the floor. If he didn’t stash those downstairs, some idiot would keep drinking until hypothermia felt “kinda fun.” He gathered the loose bottles first, then hefted two full cases into his arms, glass clinking sharply in the dark. “Yeah,” he muttered, “I’ll just do everything then.” He carried the crates down the stairs carefully, each creak echoing much louder in the cold basement. Without the furnace running, the air felt unnaturally still—damp, metallic, almost grim. He set the beer down near the wall and rubbed his chilled fingers together. As he turned to head back upstairs, a faint sound froze him in place. A scratch. Then a drag. Coming from behind the old maintenance door. He swore he could see something like a string of gold tinsel glinting in the near darkness, only the faint glow of the snow and his phone’s flashlight giving the space any light. “…it's just a raccoon, Evan. Just a raccoon that should have been hibernating and got in somehow,” he whispered. The lights snapped on for one harsh second—just long enough for him to see the maintenance door twitch like something nudged it from the inside—before the power died again. Evan’s heart hammered. But with Derek and Noah missing, he couldn’t ignore it. He swallowed his fear, approached the door, and reached for the handle. The moment his fingers brushed it, a wet hiss cut through the dark—and two streams of hot, chemical slime splattered across his face. Evan choked, stumbling back as heat pulsed through his skull. The world folded inward. Blackness took him. — Warmth pooled beneath him first—not comforting warmth, but thick and suffocating, the kind that clung to the skin like steam rising off concrete after a storm. Evan surfaced into awareness slowly, as if his consciousness were tethered to the floor by heavy ropes. Every breath felt thick, his lungs dragging in humid air that carried a faint chemical tang. His mind refused to focus, circling the same dulled thought over and over: something is wrong. When he tried to move, cold stone scraped against his bare hip. The texture jolted him, pulling him more fully awake, and his eyes widened as the dim, reddish glow of emergency lights revealed his situation piece by piece. His clothes were gone. All of them. His skin was exposed to the freezing basement air, except for the disturbing warmth soaking the floor beneath him, spreading in an unmistakable shape around his thighs. At first, Evan thought—hoped—it was spilled beer or a broken pipe or anything else. But the heat, the smell, the way it clung to him… “No,” he breathed, voice cracking. “No, no, that’s not— I didn’t—” His brain felt too fogged to scream properly, too heavy to fuel panic. Whatever had hit him before knocking him out had softened his awareness, numbing the edges of his fear until everything felt dreamlike, distant, unreal. A low exhale drifted through the room. Warm. Heavy. Animal. Evan’s head jerked up, breath hitching painfully as two massive silhouettes stood just beyond the deepest pool of red light. They stepped forward in perfect synchrony, each movement deliberate, predatory. The glow revealed their bodies in slow increments—first their broad torsos, glossy and black like oil-slicked stone; then their arms, corded with unnatural muscle; and finally their heads, crowned with long, jagged horns that curved like ornate blades carved from obsidian. They were not human. Not even close. Evan scrambled backward instinctively, but his limbs felt uncoordinated, coated in molasses. His body didn’t respond with the speed or desperation he needed. The monsters watched him with eerie stillness, as if studying a creature that had not yet realized it was trapped. Then a voice entered his mind with a thin, slicing presence, not heard so much as felt. Sticks. A second voice followed—heavy, grinding, powerful enough to shake loose something small and fragile in Evan’s mind. Lockjaw. Evan whimpered, though even the sound felt muted by the fog smothering his thoughts. “Wh-why can I… hear you? Why… where are my c-clothes—please—” Neither creature moved its mouth. But their attention pressed into him like invisible hands, nudging his thoughts aside to make room for their own. His fear bled into confusion, then into a warm, dizzying pressure that made it hard to resist anything at all. Sticks lowered himself into a crouch, claws clicking lightly against the stone as he leaned close enough for Evan to feel the heat radiating off his massive frame. The creature inhaled near Evan’s skin, slow and deliberate, as if savoring his scent. Its breath rolled over him with a humid force that made his chest tighten. “He woke marked,” Sticks’ mental voice murmured, darkly pleased. “Already leaking. Softened and wet. Ready.” Humiliation flushed through Evan’s body like a fever. “No—I didn’t—this isn’t—please, don’t—” His voice broke as Lockjaw’s clawed hand settled around his ankle, the touch firm but not painful. The effect, however, was immediate and profound; his muscles seized, trembled, then slackened under a wave of numbing heat that surged up his leg. Evan gasped, terrified by how fast the sensation spread. The monsters seemed to share a silent exchange before stepping even closer, boxing Evan in with their towering bodies. Their shadows merged into a single darkness around him, swallowing the red glow, making the room feel impossibly small. They reached toward themselves—bodies shifting, opening, revealing as they stepped forward two pitch black cocks, looking at though they were clad in black latex. Each of them shook their cock at him a few times, until suddenly a pair of twin streams of foul smelling urine shot out, spraying Evan in his face, splashing into his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Into the small scrapes that he didn’t remember having on his chest and legs. Warmth splattered across Evan’s chest and stomach, coating his skin in a way that shouldn’t have felt as heavy or intoxicating as it did. The air thickened with a scent both chemical and primal, sinking into him with every breath he took. Evan tried to recoil, but his body refused to move the way he needed it to. The fog in his mind thickened, melting his panic into something softer, more pliable. “No—please—just tell me what’s happening—” His voice trembled helplessly. Sticks’ mental presence curled around him like smoke. “Hush, little pig.” “You were chosen. We’re just showering you in our love.” Lockjaw lifted Evan’s face by the jaw, not roughly, but with a certainty that allowed no escape. The motion forced Evan to look directly into the creature’s eyeless, gleaming hollows. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt around that gaze—falling inward, folding in on itself. Then he felt as the man opened his jaw and expertly shoved it into his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a sudden flood of piss fill his mouth, and something inside him told him to drink. To enjoy this. That it would help what was to come. A rush of heat flooded Evan’s senses, so overwhelming that the room blurred at the edges. His breath stuttered. His body jerked beneath an instinct he didn’t understand and couldn’t control. The creatures’ psychic voices pressed deeper, pushing against the last organized pieces of his mind. “Don’t—don’t make me—” he whispered, but his will was already dissolving. His limbs slackened; his resistance thinned like melting ice. Sticks’ growl rumbled through his mind, satisfied. “Good.” Lockjaw gathered him up, repositioning him as if arranging a ritual object. Evan’s stomach flipped, his world spinning, and then he shuddered as he felt Lockjaw shove his knees to his chest and slowly began to press his large, dripping cock against his hole. In one sudden movement, he felt as the man shoved his cock deep inside of him. The two cracked open two new bottles of beer, much to Evan’s surprise, and he went to open his mouth, telling them not to drink them. Oddly though, his brain couldn’t produce the words and Sticks looked down at him before shoving his cock into his mouth and unleashing a new round of piss down his throat. Chuckling with a deep, dark growl, Lockjaw forced his dick even deeper in Evan’s ass, and that’s when Evan felt it. The feeling of heat and liquid filling up inside of him as the man began to empty his bladder deep in his guts. Pressure built inside him—unnatural, overwhelming, wrong. His vision swam. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. A cry slipped from his throat as Lockjaw’s large hand settled against his abdomen, guiding the energy within him, shaping it. The moment Lockjaw pulled out, the pressure released in a flooding rush that tore a strained sound from Evan’s chest, and he felt his own bladder start to release, as well as his bowels of Lockjaw’s tainted piss. He couldn’t stop until he was sure he was empty, his guts feeling pleasantly clean and empty and ready for something else. Something he couldn’t name. Suddenly, both were adjusting him as if he were a sex toy for their pleasure. He felt as Lockjaw first shoved his cock deep inside him, growling and pleased and then, he felt it. Sticks’s even larger cock pressing up next to Lockjaw’s, forcing the too-tight flesh apart as he too began to seat himself inside of him. He slumped forward, gasping. But the ritual wasn’t over. Sticks and Lockjaw closed in again—synchronized, practiced, moving with the precision of beings who had performed this rite countless times. Their claws traced sigils along Evan’s spine, along his ribs, across his chest. Each mark burned briefly, then sank into his flesh as faint lines of blood welled up on his skin as they pistoned in synchronization in and out of his guts. Evan whimpered, shaking uncontrollably as the psychic voices slid around his consciousness like dark waves. “Open.” “Yield.” “Let us in.” “You belong.” He didn’t know how long he endured it; time became unreal, stretching and folding over itself as the monsters worked. His mind frayed at the edges, unraveling strand by strand. That was, until he finally felt both of them picking up speed. They both growled at each other, with Evan scared and strangely excited as they both began to shoot their foul, brackish loads inside his ass. He didn’t know why, but something inside of him was telling him to be glad his ass was bleeding slightly and pleasantly burning, that it would make things go even faster for him. Shapes moved in the dimness—other monsters stepping forward, circling him, rumbling in approval. Some carried the beer he had brought down, drinking casually as they watched, savoring the scene like spectators at a ritual feast. Their presence pressed against Evan’s awareness, adding to the weight collapsing around him. The air shifted suddenly. Everything went still. Even Sticks and Lockjaw froze, lowering their heads. Evan’s breath hitched when he felt it—a gravity, an authority, a presence so powerful it made his bones feel hollow. The Alpha entered the chamber. He was larger, broader, horned with spiraling obsidian that looked carved by impossible forces. His body radiated heat and darkness, and the space around him seemed to bend subtly, as though reality struggled to accommodate him. The faint red glow reflected in the gleam of his teeth and the slow pulse of energy that haloed him. Evan couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. The Alpha crouched, bringing his massive form level with Evan’s trembling body. When he spoke, the voice struck like a blow inside Evan’s skull. “Give in. Be marked. Become ours.” Evan’s whole body shuddered, his thoughts scattering like frightened birds. Whatever remained of his willpower flickered, faded, and collapsed. In quiet recognition, he rolled onto his stomach and slowly lifted his ass up, as if it were a sacrifice to the Alpha, grabbing both of his cheeks and pulling them apart. He felt the Alpha gently stroke his mind, making his body shiver in happiness and reverence, as his new god slowly began to shove its cock deep inside him. He felt his bladder leaking with every thrust as the massive member slammed hard and fast, feeling as his colon began to burn as the Alpha quickly worked itself into a frenzy, gently dragging its claws against Evan’s tender flesh, adding more scratches to the surface. With one final, guttural growl, he felt as the Alpha’s seed flowed into him, his mind imagining a dark malevolent force pushing itself into him, flowing through his veins and shoving its tendrils into his mind. With a gasp and growl, Evan smiled, his pupils growing wide in surprised awe, feeling the second the Alpha’s virus started to seep into and reshape his mind. With a satisfied smile, the Alpha let its bladder flow, watching as Evan’s stomach began to bulge in response, as one of his other minions walked forward and handed their master a large butt plug, Evan’s mind likening it to a Christmas tree in the dim light. The plug was shoved deep into him, his anus stretching and burning even more before finally seating in place, trapping the massive amount of cum and piss deep in his guts to be absorbed and feed the change about to occur in his body. Evan felt the weight of something cold and heavy locking into place inside him, glowing briefly with unnatural light before settling. His mind cracked open, flooded with visions—his new form, his brothers waiting, the ritual not ending but beginning. Pleasure, fear, obedience, and delirium blurred into one unstoppable tide. He gasped, shaking violently and began to shoot his load, coating his wet, piss covered body with rope after rope of cum, smiling angelically as Sticks and Lockjaw dove forward, greedily lick his chest and stomach clean as Sticks latched onto his cock and began to suck it dry, with Lockjaw squeezing his balls as if to wring out each and every uncorrupted drop out of him. He sobbed at the sensation, until finally, his consciousness gave way entirely under the Alpha’s will. He belonged. Evan lay on the cold stone floor, trembling so violently that his muscles twitched with each breath. The Alpha’s presence pressed over him like a weighted blanket woven from heat and shadow. His vision pulsed in and out, red light ebbing through the chamber like a heartbeat not his own. His own heartbeat felt distant now—faint, irregular, as though it belonged to someone he used to be. Then the Alpha’s voice rolled through his skull, deeper now, resonant enough to shake his ribs: “Open your mind.” Evan gasped as warmth surged through his chest, rising up his throat and spilling behind his eyes in blinding waves. Thought itself felt like it liquefied—ideas melting, memories softening, borders dissolving. He felt the change beginning inside him like a second heart awakening. At first, it was subtle pressure—pushing outward against his bones, stretching the space behind his sternum, pulsing at the base of his skull. Then the pressure intensified, blooming into something hotter, richer, powerful enough to make him arch off the floor. A sound tore from him—half cry, half moan, all desperation—but not from pain. From hunger. He wanted this. “Oh… god…” he whispered, barely aware of his own voice. “Please… don’t stop…” The Alpha’s shadow leaned closer, horns framing the edges of Evan’s vision. “You crave what you will become.” Evan nodded, breath shuddering. “Yes… yes, I… I want it—” The Alpha’s mental touch slipped deeper into him—into the cracks of his unraveling identity, into the spaces where doubt and fear and worry had lived only an hour before. Images fluttered behind Evan’s eyes: the black horned silhouettes, the pack circling him, the rituals performed again and again in endless cycles, a brotherhood not of blood but something darker, older, binding. Of a shared virus. Changing all of them and corrupting them into something darker and evil. His chest burned with longing. His stomach tightened with anticipation. His mind whispered back, fragmented but eager: Let me be one of you. Let me belong. Make me yours. Heat spiraled down his limbs, crawling beneath his skin like molten ink. He felt it threading through his veins, sinking into his marrow, rewriting him. The sensation hurt—and soothed—and intoxicated him all at once. His fingers clawed the stone floor, unable to anchor himself through the overwhelming rush overtaking him. He could feel his shape already beginning to loosen around the edges. His breathing deepened, slower, more powerful than before. A faint shiver passed across his arms—like shadows dancing beneath the skin. He gasped and embraced the sensation instinctively. More. Please, more. I want to transform faster, Alpha. His bones ached—not breaking, but preparing, longing to shift. His skin prickled, pores heating with the promise of something dark and glossy rising beneath the surface. He wanted to feel it burst through, to feel the monster beneath him reveal itself. Every instinct he had ever lived by—fear, restraint, self-preservation—crumbled. His mind leaned into the change, pressing toward it like someone stepping willingly into fire. A whisper crossed his mind—not from the Alpha this time, but from himself. I want this. I want it so badly. Please… let me finish becoming. The Alpha’s hand lowered to his chest—a massive palm radiating heat—and Evan arched beneath it, shaking. Suddenly, a set of deep gashes sliced into his chest, welling up with blood as the other monsters stepped forward and began to piss into his wounds, allowing for their filth and seemingly demonic seed flood in through his wounds. When each of their minds touched him, Evan’s consciousness cracked open wide. He saw himself—reflected in the Alpha’s mind—tall, horned, obsidian-skinned, eyes glowing faintly from within. A creature of the dark. A brother. A vessel. A soldier. He exhaled shakily, tears streaking down his temples. “Yes…” he whispered. “That’s… me. That’s what I’m supposed to be…” His body would begin to pulse with the energy filling him. His muscles would tighten, expanded, relaxed, reshaped in terrifying, exquisite waves. His vision would cloud, then sharpen, as his physiology slid between human and other. Heat pooled low in his abdomen, flooding his spine, spreading through every nerve. He savored each ripple of soon to come transformation. Each small distortion of his humanity. Each sensation pushing him further from who he had been. “I want it,” he murmured desperately, his fingers curling, nails darkening slightly with each twitch. “I want to finish. Please—I want it. I want to be yours.” The Alpha’s mental voice rolled through him like a commandment: “Then surrender the last of your human mind.” Evan did. Gladly. He let the tide sweep through him, let the dark reshape him, let the warmth erase the final weak fearful sparks of who he’d been. Pleasure, terror, identity, submission—all blended together into a single overwhelming pulse of transformation. He shook violently, almost convulsing. He felt as his cock erupted again, with Sticks and Lockjaw switching positions, already feeling that his seed was no longer perfect and untainted, and instead tinged ever so slightly with the corruption. He let out a deep sigh and then collapsed back to the floor, chest heaving, eyes dimming faintly with the first signs of the monster he would become. He was not finished. He would continue to pump out every last drop of his still mostly uncorrupted cum to feed his new creators until nothing but black corrupted seed flowed out of him. He would gladly give up the remaining untainted part of him in order to feed that darkness. Because he was no longer human. And he wanted the rest of the change more than he wanted air.

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 9) Blake woke up on Sunday afternoon and reached out to wrap his arm around Jason, but the bed was empty. Conflicting thoughts ran through the jock’s head. He remembered almost everything that happened the night before and he was both excited and a little concerned. Ecstasy always made him a little emotional, but he had never before told anyone he loved them, not even Coach. Coach was the man he had devoted his life to and done whatever the man had ordered him to do, but he loved Coach like a father, not someone he loved as a partner. Blake had a bond with Aiden, but he didn’t love the sophomore. The boy had been fun to take under his wing and turn into a slut, but it was not the same connection he had developed with Jason. Did he actually love Jason, or had that just been the drugs talking he wondered. Did Jason love him, and would the boy still feel the same way this morning about taking multiple toxic loads from him last night? Had Jason run off this morning in regret as soon as he woke up? So many questions were running through Blake’s mind, and many of them were new territory of him. The jock got up and exited his bedroom. He heard some noise from the kitchen, which did not take much in his small one bedroom apartment to notice. Apparently Jason had not fled. Blake wiped the sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Master. Coffee is ready, I’ll get you a cup, and the bacon and eggs will be ready in just a few minutes,” said Jason. The boy was naked except for his chastity cage as he slid along the counter to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee for Blake. He added just a small amount of cream, which is how Blake liked his coffee, then turned and brought the cup to Blake. Blake grabbed the coffee and took a drink. He hoped it would jump start his mind and allow him to figure out what was going on. “Good morning, Jason,” he finally managed to get out. “Did I put your cage back on last night?” he asked. “No Sir, but I when I work up this morning, I figured you would want it back on since you only took it off me last night so I could play with myself on the E. Thank for that Sir. I’ve gotten used to the cage and I like it on because it reminds me of my place as your Boy, I hope I didn’t do anything wrong Sir?” said Jason, hoping he hadn’t done anything wrong. “No Boy, it is fine. I’m glad you put it back on, you saved me the effort,” said Blake trying to cover for his surprise at finding it on Jason. “I’m going to go take a shower, have breakfast ready for me when I get back and we’ll talk more over breakfast,” said Blake as he tried to regain control over the situation. “Yes Master,” responded Jason as he turned back to the stove and tended the eggs. Blake’s eyes lingered over the V of the boy’s back as it joined his ass. He shook his head to break the spell this twink had apparently cast over him and headed to his shower. He entered his bathroom then warmed up the water till it was comfortable, then jumped under the spray. As he stood under the spray of the shower he thought about why he had gotten so attached to Jason. He was self aware enough to know to that he had a strong connection with each of the college boys he had converted, but none had been like this. He still occasionally saw Charlie and Ian as he supplied them with drugs to sell and collected their proceeds, but both young men had gone on to be sluts in different ways. While they still worked for Blake and Coach as dealers and whores under Blake’s direction, Blake was not fucking either one regularly. They both had found older Daddies that were their focus sexually. Aiden was still someone he would consider his Boy, but as Blake showered and got that clarity that sometimes come with shower thoughts, he realized that Aiden would be just fine without him. Jason on the other hand needed him in a way the others never had. The boy was just so naturally submissive and there was something that appealed to Blake in that regard. He had been unlocking the inner slut in boys these last few years, but he had been doing it because Coach told him to, now though, there was something about Jason that just hit differently. “Master, your breakfast is ready,” called Jason from the kitchen. The boy’s call broke Blake out of his deep thoughts over the Jason and the other boys. He quickly finished rinsing off then dried himself off with a towel. Before heading out to the kitchen naked, he went back to his room and pulled two bottles out of his nightstand. There were eggs, bacon, buttered toast, a fresh cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice sitting on the table for Blake when he entered the kitchen. It was set for one person, even though there was enough food on the plate for two. Blake sat down in the chair. As soon as he was seated, Jason knelt down beside him, “I hope Sir likes.” Blake set the bottles down on the table, then looked down at the twink that was on his knees next to him, “Yes, I do like it Boy. I could get used to waking up to this. But we need to talk, please sit at the table with me and grab yourself a plate. We need to talk about last night, not as Master and Servant, but as friends, hopefully.” Panic flashed across Jason’s face, his first instinct was that now that Blake had fucked him, he was going to dump him. He tried to regain his composure as he pulled himself up off the ground, grabbed a plate from the cabinet and then sat in the chair opposite of Blake at the small table. He couldn’t bring himself to speak and stared down at his empty plate. Blake grabbed the two pill bottles and pushed them towards Jason. “We touched it on last night, but I feel we need to talk about this now, when both of us aren’t rolling. I’m HIV positive and I haven’t taken any medications in a few months, so I’m infectious. I care for you and I want to make sure I am not pressuring you into anything you don’t want. So these pills, which Charlie got me from the health clinic, are a full course of PEP, post exposure prophylaxis. I remember putting at least two loads into you last, and there may have been a third. You said you wanted them at the time, but now in the cold light of day, I’m offering you the opportunity to treat yourself, just in case I infected you last night and you’ve changed your mind.” Jason gave Blake a confused look, “I knew what was happening last night, I wanted it. Do you no longer want me?” “I want you, I want to be with you, but I don’t want you ever regretting your decision. I don’t want you, years from now blaming me, and saying I took advantage of you while you were high, I never want you to ever regret what we did,” explained Blake. “Blake, I will do whatever you say, including taking every toxic load you will give me, but I want you to know, I’m doing so because I want to. I want to obey you, it makes me feel like I’ve found my purpose in life. I’ve spent my life obeying my father, his Pastor, my mother, my teachers, basically anyone with authority. I know what it feels like to obey someone when you don’t want to, with you it feels different. With you I’m not just obeying you, I’m submitting to you, willingly. It feels right for the first time in my life. I feel like I’m no longer pretending to be someone else. I’m my true self finally. I don’t just not care that you are infecting me, I want it. I want to belong to you, I need it. Now, being honest, if you are just using me and want to make me another mark on your scorecard, if you don’t care about me the same way I care about you, if you don’t want to own me, now and forever as you said last night, well I’ll take those and we can go our own ways. I hope you will still by my friend and maybe help me find someone that will want me to be theirs. If you do want me to be yours though, now and forever, then go ahead and dump those down the drain cause there is nothing more than I want, than to have a part of you inside me forever, even if it is a potentially deadly virus. I want to be yours, now and forever,” said Jason, as he fought back tears in his eyes. Blake’s cock was rock hard. “Boy, grab those bottles, open them, and take out one pill from each bottle into your hand,” said Blake, his voice clearly indicating he was back in ‘Master’ mode. “Yes Sir,” answered Jason still not sure exactly what Blake’s answer was. Even though he wasn’t sure what was going on, he obeyed. He opened the bottles, and took a pill from each in his hand. His mind was racing, was this Blake’s way of dumping him, was he going to order him to take today’s dose of PEP instead of just coming out and saying he didn’t want him. “Now go over to the sink and turn on the water,” Blake commanded. Jason did as he was order. As soon as the boy got up, Blake grabbed the bottles and followed Jason to the sink. Jason turned on the water, the pills in his hand. He was devastated as he felt that Blake was about to order him to take the pills as the older boy’s way of letting him know that he had just been using him. Instead, Blake used his left hand to push Jason’s torso down, bending the boy over the sink. He set the bottles in his right hand down on the counter next to the sink, then used the hand to line his cock up with Jason’s hole. He roughly shoved his dry cock into Jason’s asshole. “You’re mine Bitch,” growled Blake as worked his cock all the way into Jason’s tender ass, which was still a bit sore from last night. Still it had the remains of Blake’s cum and the lube from the night before which helped a bit to ease the passage of Blake’s thick nine and half inch cock into the Jason’s ass. Once Blake had bottomed out in twink’s ass, he leaned in so his mouth was next to Jason’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you slow so that you have enough time to drop a round of pills into the garbage disposal each time I bottom out. I’m going to fuck you until both those bottles are empty. You understand me Bitch Boy?” He asked. “Yes Sir,” said Jason as he wiggled his ass, doing his best to adjust the position of his ass to accommodate Blake’s thick cock. He dropped the pills in his hand down into the drain with garbage disposal. “Good Boy! Here I’ll help you,” said Blake as he reached over and knocked over the pill bottles, spilling the contents over the counter. “Now grab some more and watch your chance at avoiding becoming positive go down the drain,” said Blake as he slide his cock almost all the way out. As soon as Jason grabbed a handle of pills, he started slowly thrusting back in and timed it so that he bottomed out with a hard extra little push as he saw Jason drop his handful of pills down the drain. “You are going to stay here the next couple weeks, only leaving to go to your classes, you’re quitting that shit cafeteria job; you’re my Boy now,” said Blake as he pulled back and waited until Jason had grabbed more pills off the counter. “Dump those,” he said as he started sliding back in the twink’s tight but no longer virgin hole. When Jason dropped the pills into the sink, Blake finished his thrust with a hard push, making sure all of his thick hard cock was up inside the twink. Jason was enjoying the rough slow fuck. Sure Blake was ordering him to drop the pills into the sink with each thrust, but Jason realized he was actually in control of this fuck. While his first handful had been whatever he could grab, by his third he was only grabbing a couple pills to drop with each thrust. By the fourth thrust, it was obvious to both of them what was happening and who was now driving this fuck as Jason was quickly grabbing one pill at time and throwing it into the sink as fast as he could. “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, poz me, convert me, make me yours forever,” begged Jason as he did his best to quickly drop pill after pill into the sink. Blake for his part was enjoying trying to time his thrust with Jason feeding pills into the sink. Eventually both young men gave up on the pretense of the scene as Blake started thrusting hard and fast into Jason’s ass. Jason for his part just swept the rest of the pills off the counter and into the sink. While Blake had come a few times last night, Jason had not. He had enjoyed himself and felt ecstatic bliss while getting fucked while rolling on ecstasy as he had several anal orgasms, but he didn’t have a true ejaculatory climax. This fuck though was doing it for him now that he was no longer tripping. Every time Blake thrust in he was hitting the boy’s prostate. The whole scene was so hot for both of them and Jason soon realized he was about to cum. “Sir, please permission to cum, please Sir,” he begged. “Yes Boy, cum for me, shoot that load, show me how much you want to be mine and carry my virus in you. Shoot for me Boy,” responded Blake as he started thrusting harder into the twink. It wasn’t long before he felt Jason’s asshole spasm around his cock as cum started pouring out of the boy’s caged cock. Blake reached down and grabbed the boy’s cock as soon as he started to feel the boy’s ass contracting around his cock. The chastity cage was on and keeping the boy’s cock from expanding outward, but the boy’s cock was firm and pushing the cage outward with most of the boy’s erection still inside the boy’s crotch. Blake collected the rest of the boy’s load into his hand. Once he was sure the boy was done cumming he brought his cum soaked hand up to Jason’s mouth. “Here Boy, eat one of your last negative loads. I’m going to be there and make sure you eat all your last negative loads before you are truly pregnant with my babies,” growled Blake as he place his cum covered hand over Jason’s mouth. Jason did his best to lick up as much of his own cum as he could. Soon though he felt his real reward as Blake grabbed his hips and thrust hard into him then held his cock there as the older boy started cumming. Jason smiled as he felt his Master’s cock unloading another toxic inside his unprotected ass. As Blake grunted and ground his crotch against his Boy’s ass, Jason reached over and turned the garbage disposal on to destroy the PEP pills.

Chapter 3 – Well in the Clouds Chapters 1 and 2 describe an evening that started at Zak’s house and has progressed to me, naked and hooded in a sling in some warehouse, getting my ass worked over by a few guys. Two of them have fisted me, there have been toys in my ass, and I’ve swallowed a load of cum on the way over. Now, we’re going to blow some more clouds. I went to rise out of the sling when one of the guys put his hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “You stay here until we tell you to get up!” I heard the click of the torch and could smell the unmistakable aroma as they melted the T. Someone brought the bubbler to me, and I took a nice cloudy hit. I held it and, before I could blow it out, felt another mouth on mine. We shotgunned the T back and forth a few times, then his tongue entered my mouth. I got several more hits, and someone gave me another booty bump. This one didn’t burn as much as the first, but that could just be the fact that the nerves in my ass were so overstimulated they couldn’t feel the melting. Once the bump had melted and we had all smoked ourselves into a stupor, the ass play began again in earnest. Guys had been stroking and fingering my hole during our rest but now they were going back to it. Whoever was working my ass now was being a bit more gentle, perhaps to let the new T really hit hard before they went nuts on my ass. He started out with some gentle stroking and mild penetration with his fingers. He had a few fingers from one hand in when I felt his other hand nearing my hole. Soon, fingers from that hand were poking into my hole, sometimes alone and sometimes with fingers from the other hand. He used both hands to open my ass, rotating them around as he pulled my hole open. I was moaning in pleasure from this, so he told me to do some more poppers. Happy to oblige, I put the nozzle to my nose and began to inhale. I kept breathing in new fumes for several breaths, getting my brain seriously fucked up. Once I let go of the hose, the guy started to work me over more seriously. He stretched my hole wider than it had been before. Then, he plunged his hand into my ass, pausing at that point of ultimate stretch. He kept his hand there, just moving it slightly left and right, and occasionally moving back and forth. I was writhing in pleasure as he worked my ass like a maestro. Then, he drove in deep with his hand. He quickly got to the bend in my ass, which opened readily for him. He teased that area for a while, sometimes slipping his fingers deep into my bowels. But mostly he stayed at the bend, flexing and twisting his hand inside me. The poppers were wearing off, but the sensations I was feeling were incredible. I reached down to open my ass more, but my hands were slapped away. I felt another guy’s hand on my ass, and he pulled my cheeks further apart. The guy fisting me began a very slow extraction. He worked my ass on the way, flexing, twisting, prodding as he pulled back. When he got to the widest part of his hand, he paused there, letting me experience the stretch. When he was all the way out, the guy holding my ass open let it go. “No. Hold it open so I can really work his hole over.” The hands went back on my ass and spread me wide. I also slid down a little in the sling to help to open my ass. My hole was pumping in anticipation of what was to come. First, his hand went partway into me. He must have made a funnel with his hand and fingers since I felt the coolness of fresh lube being poured into my hole. He filled me up nicely with the lube, the cooling sensation exciting me for what was to come. I heard a guy lubing up his hands. He then placed one at my ass and began to push lightly. He must have been making a fist since this felt larger than anything from before. With a little pressure from him and me working to open my ass, his fist popped into me. He twisted it around a bit and then worked it out. He entered my ass again with a fist. He repeated this, going a little deeper every time he inserted his fist. He could tell I was loving it, so he told me to snort some poppers. He held his fist in my ass while I inhaled and then began a fast extraction and insertion once the fumes hit. My ass was being held open, I was in a sling in some unknown location, a guy was fisting me, and I was soaring in ecstasy. Once again, a hefty spurt of precum came out of my caged cock and dribbled its way down to my hole. Now, my own precum was mixing with the other juices as he pounded my hole. The guy fisting me started to slow down and soon slid his fist deep inside me. He was twisting and flexing a little, but needed a break. He worked his hand out of my ass and shoved in another butt plug. “Next!”

In Boston… for the last 30, 35 years? (Maybe more) there is an art instillation for the 24 hours of World AIDS day … part of which are these little shrines… this year this one caught my eye that included this button from 1996 .. and it seems that all of us ( not just in the US need to remember this next time we vote

It is time for me to share more about Spencer, the hot 22-year-old ginger adult bookstore clerk/stud who looks like a surfer lifeguard: As I have said before and will say it again, Spencer is a brilliant kinky bastard to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude. After that first time, when Spencer coordinated having a homeless guy named Charlie fuck me full of cum so I could feed his and Spencer’s loads to my husband, I have been going to the bookstore early every Sunday morning before my husband gets home from work. I try to get as many guys as possible to nut in my ass at the bookstore, so I can feed it to my unsuspecting hubby. I also pick up a bottle of “lube” each Sunday, which Spenser has filled with random strangers’ cum…loads and loads of cum from used condoms that Spencer collects for me throughout the week when he cleans the video booths. Spencer pours each load into an empty lube bottle for me and keeps it frozen at the bookstore until I pick it up. He always tells me how many loads he as poured into the bottle and any known details about the sperm donors. The lube bottle Spencer uses is a brand that markets their lube as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. Little does my oblivious husband know it’s real cum that he’s eating. But as I have said before and I will say it again: My husband as a lot of book-smarts but absolutely no fucking common sense. The first time Spencer loaded me up with a full bottle man juice for my husband, he gave me his cell phone number so I could send him videos of my husband eating the random strangers’ loads out of my ass in the comfort of our own home. Spencer and I subsequently began texting frequently during the week. I texted Spencer last Monday night, telling him “Houston, we have a problem.” It seemed the more random man juice I feed my husband out of my ass, the more he craves. It's like we are feeding an addiction. My husband still thinks it is the cum-tasting lube and it is just a matter of going to the bookstore to buy more. The fact that my husband’s demand for cum outweighs the current supply was problematic last Monday, especially when I could not get out of the house to get fresh loads and it was Spencer’s night off and there was no cum to be had. What if my husband bought the legitimate lube to eat out of my ass and he realized it was not what he’d been eating?! We had to avoid a potential cum crisis at all cost. Just as I started to panic, Spencer texted me back with a fucking ingenious idea: He said “Fill the empty lube bottle with your nut every time you jerk off thinking about feeding your husband all those random loads of cum. Start feeding your husband your loads too!” What a fucking brilliant idea!!! On Friday I syringed nine loads of my fucking jizz up my ass and fed every drop to my cum-addicted husband! I woke up early Sunday morning and texted Spencer to let him know I would see him at the adult bookstore soon. He texted me back saying, “I have a plan that you are going to fucking love. Do not come to the bookstore this morning. Text your husband, telling him you look forward to your sexy time together after work and ask him to stop by the bookstore before he heads home to buy more lube. Don’t worry…I got it covered, and I will do the rest.” I knew Spencer had my back, so I texted my husband as instructed, asking him to buy more lube on his way home. I told him I called the local adult bookstore to confirm they had the lube in stock and reminded of him of the brand. I casually mentioned that I was sure the clerk working at the bookstore could help him with the lube if needed, and then I fell back to sleep. I woke up to the sound of my husband in our bedroom. He was making more noise than normal and in my disoriented state, I saw him set something down on the floor on his side of the bed. I looked at the clock, and it was a little after 9am. This was later than normal for my husband to get home from work, since his work shift ends at 6am, but he admitted his replacement at the hospital arrived late. Me: “Did you have a chance to buy more lube?” Hubby: “Yes. I had a difficult time finding it but the guy working there was very helpful. I bought one bottle, and he gave me a second bottle for free because he said it was very close to the expiration date. Me: “That was nice of him!” Hubby: “I also bought you something…” Me: “What?!” Hubby: “Well, as I was paying for the lube, the guy at the counter asked me if I was dating anyone. When I told him about you, he suggested I buy you a present. He was definitely trying to up-sell. Me: “So what did you buy me?!” Hubby: “Well the guy asked why you liked sexually so he could help me pick out the perfect gift and I told him you liked me to eat your butt.” Me: “Wow, Daniel! You shared that with the bookstore clerk?!" Hubby: “Well he was determined to help me find the perfect gift for you…” At that point, my husband picked up a box from the floor on his side of the bed. A box with a photo of a rim chair on it!!! Me: “OMG, Daniel!!! It’s a rim chair!!! For me?!!! THANK YOU!!! "FUCK ME!" I thought to myself, so fucking excited as my husband had a shy smirk on his face, pleased that he's made me so happy. And how fucking brilliant of Spencer to get my husband to buy me a fucking rim chair?!!! I told my husband I wanted to try the rim chair right away and headed to the shower to get my hole ready. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand on the way, and as soon as I closed the bathroom door, I texted Spencer: “YOU SOLD MY HUSBAND A FUCKING RIM CHAIR!!! BEST GIFT EVER!!! TY!!!” “No problem! It took some convincing and some advanced sales skills, but he realized how much you would enjoy it. I think he’s looking forward to lying underneath it and eating your ass too! He also bought our special lube. I assume you are getting ready to try out the rim chair. Once you are seated on in and he starts eating your ass, text me again. Oh, and wear your ear buds while he’s rimming you…I have something for you to watch.” I sat my phone down and got my hole ready. When I came back into the bedroom, my husband was lying naked on his side of the bed. I put my ear buds in and walked over to my closet to grab a pair of socks: Hubby: “Oh, I almost forgot…I also bought you these.” He handed me a pair of white calf-length athletic socks with “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on both sides of both socks in black thread. Me: “Those are fucking hot! Thank you! I put the socks on my feet and pulled on my running shoes. Me: “So where is this rim chair and how do we use it?” Hubby: “Before we do that, get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to squirt some of this lube up your hole.” Me: “You really like the taste of that lube, don’t you? Did you admit to the helpful counter guy that you like the taste of the lube?” Hubby: “When I was paying for it, he asked me if I liked the taste, so yeah, I told him I did. Oh, we should use to bottle of lube that is set to. expire soon so it doesn’t go bad. Here…Open the bottle of lube up for me while I grab something.” He tossed the bottle of lube to me, and I twisted the top off and there was a round foam bottle seal covering the top. “WTF,” I thought to myself. When I picked up the bottles of lube that Spencer put together for me, they were not sealed because there were empty when Spencer filled them with cum. I carefully removed the seal and smelled the open bottle. It definitely smelled like real cum, but was it? If so, how did Spencer get the bottle sealed after he filled the bottle with cum? I made a mental note to ask him. I handed the now opened but re-capped bottle of lube to my husband, but he started unscrewing the cap. My eyes went wide in surprise when I saw him sticking the tip of a syringe in the bottle sucking all the lube out of it. My husband noticed my surprise… Hubby: “Oh, Spenser gave me this syringe. He said it’s the best way to insert lube up a guy’s hole.” As I got on my hands and knees on the bed, it was not lost on me that my husband had just used Spenser’s name when mentioning the syringe. He was now using that syringe to unknowingly push random loads of strangers’ cum into my hole so he could unknowingly eat them out. Hubby: “Ok, I think you are ready. Stand up.” I stood up as my husband moved away from the bed. He got down on the floor and laid on his back, lying his head on a little leather pillow that must have come with the chair. The rim chair itself was now next to his head and picked it up and positioned it directly over his head. He then told me to spread my cheeks and to take seat. I followed my husband’s instructions, although unbeknownst to him, I was well-versed with using a rim chair. Once I was seated on the chair, I noticed the empty lube bottle…he had syringed the entire bottle of cum inside of me. As my husband started lapping my hole, I texted Spencer… Me: “Hey Spence! Thank you for being such a great salesman! My husband is now underneath the rim chair eating cum out of my ass. BTW: The bottle we used is the one that expires soon. It was sealed. Is it cum or is it really lube? The bottles of cum you have given me have never been sealed before.” Spencer: “Oh, it is definitely cum! I actually bought some round bottle seals so he would not become suspicious. The unopened bottle has 27 loads of cum I collected throughout the week when I cleaned the video booths. The loads in the bottle you are using now are not from bookstore customers though.” Me: "Where are they from and who’s cum is it?!!!" Spencer: "You really wanna know?!” Me: “Fuck yeah! Stop teasing me! You know who’s cum it is?! Who’s cum is it?!!!” Spencer: “Charlie stopped by earlier.” Me: “It’s Charlie’s cum?” (Charlie was the homeless guy who has fucked me full of fresh cum before.) Spencer: “Yes. Your husband is now eating Charlie’s cum out of your ass, but it's not only Charlie's cum he's eating!" Me: “Fuck, Spence, who else’s cum is my husband eating?!!!” Spencer: “Well Charlie stopped by about an hour before your hubby arrived. He had 15 used condoms with him. 15 condoms that I provided him brand new and free of charge yesterday to hand out to the guys at the homeless shelter. Right now, your fucking husband is eating the cum of 15 local homeless men! It's fucking crazy how much cum they shot into those condoms!" Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I yelled, realizing I yelled out loud rather than in a text to Spencer. I froze, momentarily panicked, but then realized my husband thought I yelled because he was eating my ass. Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I texted to Spencer. Spencer: “But that’s not all!” Me: “What the fuck, Spencer! What do you mean?!!!” Spencer did not immediately respond back, but a couple of minutes later as I am moaning loudly, enjoying my husband French kissing my pucker hole, I receive a link to a video uploaded to an on-line platform where guys post kinky content and other horny men subscribe to watch. I click to play the video and the initial images are dark and hard to make out. It is clear the person holding the camera was walking and then a door comes into view. It is the front door of the adult bookstore where Spencer works, a door with a sign on it that says, “Closed for cleaning!” I see a hand reach out and grab the door handle. The door opens despite the closed sign, and the camera man and I, as the viewer, walk into the adult bookstore together. The camera quickly scans the bookstore and I see the familiar merchandise in the distance, along with the front counter with no one behind it. The camera man turns to the right and as he walks through the doorway to video booth area, I hear gay porn. I also hear someone moaning real time. Once we enter the video booth area, the camera focuses on the wide hallway that has booths directly across from one another. There in the center of the wide-open hallway for all to see is Spencer. He is naked except for white calf-length athletic socks and black high-tops. The socks, that have “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on the sides of them, accentuate his amazing legs covered with curly ginger hair, as well as his athletic calves. His magnificent chest, arms, and body are on full display for the camera. As the camera pans down slightly, anyone watching, including me now watching in replay mode, can clearly see Spencer is stilling on a rim chair. FUCK ME! It’s the same fucking rim chair I am currently sitting on, while my husband eats random homeless strangers’ loads out of my ass! The camera shifts down further, and Spencer is clearly getting his ass eaten in the video. Based on the gobbling sounds, I am confident Spencer is getting loads eaten out of his ass, and by the looks of it, he’s feeding them to my fucking husband who is lying on the floor wearing the same work clothes he stripped out of while I was in the shower! The camera gets closer, and Spencer moans as his eyes roll back in his head, making him even more sexy if that is humanly possible. He then suddenly realizes the camera is on him, so he shifts into “on-air” mode and makes direct eye contact with the camera… “Hey guys! Welcome to my live stream from an adult bookstore near you! Today I am doing a full-on “anal-oral review” of the “Snack Stool,” a simple but effective rim chair for guys like me who like to offer up some premium pound cake for hungry guys to eat and enjoy, like my good buddy Danny here. The “Snack Stool” comes with a soft and pliable ‘tush cush’ that provides long-term comfort with no lower back pain. It ensures your crack snacker can play “Tongue in the Bum,” also known as “Bung Tonguing” or “Bum Snogging” on the other side of the pond. The “Snack Stool” guarantees your fart-box hours of enjoyment while you feel like you are in hog heaven the entire time. The “Snack Stool also comes with this leather pillow that keeps your butt muncher comfortable while he enjoys some derriere dining and some rear-end delight. It comes with two different lengths of metal legs to ensure your rump ranger is well positioned to fully enjoy his all-you-can-eat booty buffet. Right now, this felch-belcher is savoring a 12-course booty brunch, courtesy of the “Snack Stool” and my tender, man-juice marinaded, and melt-in-your mouth premium grade-A rump roast! This baby bird banana juice butt feeding was made possible by contributions from 12 viewers like you. Thank you! And a big “Thank you” to the manufacturers of the “Snack stool.” It is definitely worth the money, and I give it two huge thumbs up!!!" (Spencer gives his audience his million-dollar smile and holds both thumbs up for the camera, looking sexy as fucking hell.) "And finally: A huge thank you to Danny, my cheating French kissing butt licker…And to think you kiss your husband with that mouth?! In all seriousness guys, Danny is a good ass licker but as you know, practice makes perfect. If any of you live in the Pacific NW and wanna help make Danny the CEO of Ass Eating, hit me up and I will see if I can convince him to help you out like he did me this morning. But alas, Danny has totally and thoroughly cleaned me out. Cleaning time is over and it’s time for me to get back to work…See you next time guys!!!" (Spencer smiles and literally winks at his followers before the video ends.) As the video ends and I feel overwhelmed. My clueless husband is French kissing my pucker hole with no hesitation, making it feel so fucking fantastic. My vanilla husband is no longer vanilla and is a now a sneaky cheater like me, thanks to Spencer helping turn him to the dark side. Speak of the devil, I receive a new text from Spencer. “Hey Jimmy!” Still feeding Danny all that homeless man chowder? You often hear about 'Feeding the homeless.' Well now the homeless are fucking feeding your hubby! LOL". My fucking cock throbs in response to Spencer’s text, as I push a steady stream of homeless man chowder into my husband’s mouth. “We are going to get a lot of use out of that fuckin rim chair, Jimmy! It’s where your husband belongs. By the way, the 2nd bottle of lube is filled with 10 loads of my sweet nectar. I was going to feed him that bottle when he came by this morning, but decided to save that bottle for you, since I know you love having my cum up your ass! This is an excellent partnership, Jimmy, and you feeding my jizz to your hubby is so fucking hot! I, meanwhile, loved feeding your hubby the 12 random loads from used condoms. I now know first-hand why feeding your hubby random loads of strangers' cum without him knowing turns you on so much!" "You probably heard me call your hubby a 'felch belcher' in my video. I knew he had no clue what that means but that my audience will fully understand. The stupid fuck really thought he was eating cum-tasting lube out of my fucking ass! He's definitely not the brightest tool in the shed!" “Some other good news, Jimmy! The livestream of your husband being my personal wad gobbler is very popular. Between the livestream and the replays, I have gotten some good tips. It’s so fucking hot that your hubby is making me a butt-load by eating loads out of my fucking butt! LOL!” “That’s not all! I have already gotten some private messages and fan feedback to my video. There are several local guys in the area who want to offer their assholes up so they can help Danny become 'the CEO of Ass Eating!' When I privately shared the plan of local guys feeding your husband random loads of cum from any men willing to shoot up their assholes, they confirmed they are all in! I’m starting to organize a strategy for that, but I think there are going to be many mornings when your husband is going to ‘work extra hours’ at his new side job.” “I’m starting to get a steady stream of customers here so I’ve got to get back to work, but I will be in touch soon about next steps in our Master Plan!!! Bye for now, Jimmy!" I set my phone down and started stroking my cock like my fucking life depended on it. I thought of my husband’s future fate and there was no holding back. I pushed out my pucker hole hard, dumping the remainder of the homeless guys' man chowder into his hungry mouth as I started to convulse, shooting one of the biggest loads of my fucking life!...And Spencer is absofuckinglutely right...I am in hog fucking heaven!!! …To Be Continued…

There are times when you reflect on your current circumstance and wonder to yourself, “How did I fucking get to this place?” That is exactly what I was thinking as I parked my car in the dark parking lot of an adult bookstore/movie theater that was about 10 minutes from the home I share with my husband. It was about 4:05am early Sunday morning and I felt like a bitch in heat as I cruised for cock and cum to fulfill my latest obsession: Having strangers fuck me full of cum and then feeding their nut to my unsuspecting husband. It has been a week since the last two guys dumped their loads in my hole, and I was craving the opportunity to feed my husband another stranger’s second-hand load when he got home from work at 6:30am. I had spent the past three hours on multiple gay cruising apps with no success. The guys I had messaged had either been not interested or not serious about getting together. The time available to get a load for my husband was dwindling and if I did not get it soon, I would have to wait another full week, which was a lifetime for a slut like me. After three hours with no prospects and feeling more desperate by the minute, I decided to visit the nearby adult bookstore/movie theater to hopefully get a quick load. My hopes dwindled as I stood at the locked front door and read the “Closed for Cleaning until 4:30am” sign. FUCK! I looked at the time on my phone and thought waiting 25 minutes until they reopened was not too long to wait, but then it occurred to me that there were no other cars in the parking lot and who knew how long before a top wanting to fuck me full of cum would show up. I was not ready to give up yet so I convinced myself to stay until at least 5am before I threw in the towel: 25 minutes to patiently wait until the bookstore reopened and 30 minutes for the cock of my dreams to hopefully pierce my pucker hole and dump a load. I ultimately returned to my car, watching the front door until the bookstore worker removed the cleaning sign and unlocked the door. As soon as it was unlocked, I sprinted through the door and up to the counter where a cute 22-24-year-old ginger stood behind the counter. He looked like he could be a surfer or a lifeguard, and I was sure most of the horny customers drooled over him and wanted to see him naked. I didn't know the guy’s name, but we had exchanged brief pleasantries in the past when I came in to purchase poppers or used the video booths to get some cock and cum. As I approached the counter, the guy gave me his killer smile and asked me why I looked so tense. I debated for a moment if I should tell him the truth, but then admitted to the bookstore clerk I was desperate to get fucked full of cum, but my morning had been a bust so far. I told hot boy I needed to be home by 6:20am and hoped to get a load up my ass before then. Hot boy asked, “what’s at home at 6:20am?” and I told him my boyfriend. One of his eyebrows raised in a sexy sort of way, as he asked me if my boyfriend knew I was desperate to get my hole filled with cock and cum and I told him “no.” “That’s fucking hot” he said, giving me a smile that would stop traffic. I said, “You think that’s fucking hot, wait until you hear what I want do that cum!” His eyebrow rose again as I told him about my obsession with getting cum fucked up my ass so I could feed it to my husband without him knowing. I explained about the lube that looks and smells and tastes like cum and how my oblivious boyfriend was eating stranger’s loads out of my ass thinking it’s the fucking lube. The guy smirked as he ask me if my husband was really that fucking stupid and I told him that my husband was very vanilla and had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. It would never occur to my husband that I was feeding him another man’s cum. At that moment, the front door to the bookstore opened and a big, tall older and unattractive man walked in. It was hard to tell how old he was because he had a weathered look about him, but I guessed he was in his late 60’s to early 70’s, which put him somewhere between my dad's and grampa’s ages. The guy had a straggly over-grown beard and mustache and the hair on his head was long and unkempt. He was a hefty guy with dirt on his flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. He needed a shower and looked like he might be homeless. From just inside the door the guy yelled over, asking the clerk if it was ok to use the bathroom to clean himself up a little bit. Hot boy said, “Sure thing, Charlie, but I need a favor in exchange.” Charlie got a surprised look on his face but asked “What do you need?” Without missing a beat, the clerk said “My buddy here is desperate to have a stranger fuck him full of cum so he can take it home and feed it to his dipshit husband. Are you ok dumping your load inside his ass?” Charlie got a smile on his face and said “Fuck Yeah!” Hot Boy smiled widely as he turned to me and said, “you are gonna get that load fucked into you after all” and nodded and pointed his finger for me to go over to Charlie since the decision was made. As I walked away from the counter hot boy said, “Charlie: My buddy is under a tight time schedule. Take him into the bathroom with you and fuck him full of cum and after you are done, you can clean yourself up really good.” Right as we were about to enter the bathroom hot boy said, “Hey buddy, I have a present for you to take home to your husband. Stop back up to the counter before you head home, ok?” I agreed as I followed Charlie into the bathroom. When Charlie and I entered the bathroom, I was struck by how much taller than I Charlie was. He had to be 6’5” – 6’6” in comparison to me being 5’7”. Charlie wasted no time undoing his pants and pushed them down to his knees while I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I walked over to him, and he reached out and grabbed my hooded sweatshirt with both of his hands and pulled it up over my head and threw it on the floor in the corner. I was now standing there in just my running shoes and athletic socks. With his pants around his legs, Charlie waddled over to the toilet, sat down, and patted his thighs with both of his hands and said, “get over here and sit on my beer can cock, boy.” I looked down at Charlie’s fat cock for the first time and quickly walked back to the bathroom door. I opened the door and yelled, “Hey bud, do you have any lube we can use?” to which hot boy yelled back, “Sure thing, buddy! I will be right there.” After a moment, I heard the clerk approach and say, “here ya go,” as he handed me a plastic syringe filled with lube. Hot boy said, “I thought you would need some lube, so I just pumped a load out for you. Your husband is going to eat some of my nut right along with Charlie’s,” and he chuckled as he turned and walked away. I turned back around and walked toward Charlie with the syringe in my hand. As I got close, Charlie reached out to take the syringe and told me to turn around and bend over. I felt him push the syringe up my hole and felt the wetness inside my hole as Charlie squeezed the syringe handle to release hot boy’s cum. When he was done, Charlie threw the syringe on the floor in the corner near my hooded sweatshirt. I pulled myself up and positioned myself so I could sit on his cock facing away from him, but he stopped me and said, “Oh no…I want you facing me while I fuck you full of cum” and he pulled me forward. Charlie had wide hips so I widened my stance so I could straddle him while he sat on the toilet. Charlie clamped his big hands on my waist and said, “here we go boy” as he pulled me down onto his raging hard thick cock that stood straight up, puncturing my hole and opening me wide with one thrust. I yelled because his cock was big and thick, and my hole did not have time to adjust. Charlie pulled me down on his cock undeterred until he was balls deep and my hole felt stretched wider than it has been in a very long time. I pleaded with Charlie to go easy, but Charlie said, “You need to get my load home to your husband, boy and you don’t have time for me to go easy. Shut the fuck up and ride my cock!” And with that, Charlie lifted my hips up and down with his hands, frequently pulling me all the way off his cock and then slamming me back down on it again as I cried out, aware that anyone coming in the bookstore would hear me. After a while, Charlie let go of my waist and put his arms and hands under my thighs and lifted my legs and feet up off the floor and raising them up along the sides of the toilet. Charlie pushed me backward, impaling me on his cock as my legs and feet raised higher until my ankles were on his shoulders and I was cradled in his lap. In a fluid motion, Charlie enveloped me in his arms and lifted himself up off the toilet and me along with him. With his pants still around his legs, he waddled over until my back was against the wall and started pounding into my hole, eventually letting my ankles fall from his shoulders so my legs and feet were dangling in the area on either side of his big frame. I felt so full, and the fuck was so intense, I was screaming. After what seemed like forever, Charlie roared loudly and pushed his cock deep inside of me as he dumped his nut inside of me. Charlie held me against the wall, his cock still fully impaling me when the bathroom door opened and hot boy stood there with a smile on his face. He tossed a fat butt plug onto my hooded sweatshirt on the floor and said, “compliments of the house so you don't loose any of our cum before feeding your hubby!” and then closed the door. Charlie eventually pulled his cock out of me and held me under my armpits, as I lowered my legs and got my feet on the ground. My legs were shaky, and I stood there for a few minutes getting my wits about me before Charlie picked up the butt plug, swiveled me around and pushed it up inside my ass. With that, he walked over to the sink and started washing himself. I put my shorts and my hooded sweatshirt on and turned around and said “thank you” to Charlie as I prepared to walk out of the bathroom. Charlie kept washing himself, either not hearing me or ignoring me as I left the bathroom. My head was still spinning as I left the bathroom, and I heard hot boy yell “Hey bud! Don’t forget the present I have for your husband!” I slowly walked to the counter as the clerk grabbed a bottle of lube from behind him and sat it on the counter. As I looked at the 3 oz bottle of the “it’s just like-cum” lube, hot boy said “go ahead and take it.” As I took the bottle, he said “That bottle has the cum from the eight used condoms I found in the waste baskets from the 20 video booths I cleaned right before you arrived this morning. I threw them away earlier but pulled them out of the garbage after our conversation about your husband, and poured the loads into that bottle while you were getting fucked. Those eight loads are from random guys, all shapes and sizes, and walks of life. Take that bottle home and feed those loads from complete strangers to your hubby every chance you get. He will be amazed at how real that lube feels, tastes, and smells like cum.” My eyes went wide, and my cock was rock hard thinking of the opportunity. “I will do you one better,” hot boy continued. Come back next Sunday morning at 5am and I will give you another bottle of “lube.” It will be filled with all the loads from all of the used condoms I collect as I clean the video booths during the next week. I will keep track of the number of loads, so you know how much nut you are feeding to your husband. If interested, I will continue to collect loads for him every week. I will keep the bottle in our freezer here during the week and I suggest you discreetly store the bottle in your freezer in some type of container your hubby will not open. This will keep the loads fresh until you feed them to him. In exchange for your hubby’s weekly lube subscription, I have two requests: 1). You make sure you feed him every load in the bottle and return the empty lube bottle when you pick up the next supply of lube. I will reuse the same bottles every other week. 2). I want you to make videos of you feeding your hubby all those random loads of cum out of your ass. His face will be covered by your ass so you should have no problem making eye contact with your phone camera and being verbal with your hubby, as you make the video without him knowing. I want to hear you encouraging your husband to eat that lube and him telling you how much he loves eating it. Give me lots of dirty talk!" I almost shot my load hands-free as hot boy laid out the detailed plan for my husband, offering to become my co-conspirator. He held out his hand as he asked, “Do we have a deal?” to which I said, “We have a fucking deal!” and shook his hand. Hot boy concluded by saying, “Good boy!" He then handed me a piece of paper with a phone number and said “I expect you to text me a copy of the video of you feeding your husband my and Charlie's loads this morning. Now get your ass home and feed your hubby!” As I walked to my car, I had a full-blown smile on my face. And to think I was afraid this morning was going to be a total bust!

Do I feel it when my hole gets bred? No. Not really. What i do feel and really enjoy is the cum dripping out of my hole and into my ballsack.

I love seeing my partner being fucked I even whore him out myself. Makes me proud dating a nympho who takes on hundreds of men a year. He's rarely coming home with a dry hole and I love it. I'll reward him with a good fuck and a few friends

Sorry for the delay! I looked up at the guy from where I sat at the edge of bed, my eyes travelled up past his slightly sagging belly, over his tattoo and into his face. He gave me wicked looking grin as I met his eyes. "Why don't you let me show you something. Why don't you turn round and kneel on that bed, I'll make you feel something you've never felt." "Uhm, if we have sex...we should use condoms, have you got any?" I said. "Sure I could get one, but that isn't what I had in mind. I hesitantly turned around and knelt on all fours. I was torn, this seemed off, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on by this guy who was older than my father. "That's it" he said. I felt his hand, it felt warm but slightly rough as it traced up my inner thigh. I shivered as his hand grazed my tight balls and firmly grasped my cock. I couldn't help but gasp as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down. I'd never had a guy do anything like this to me before! "Now, lets see boy, you ever had that tight ass played with before?" "Uh..uh...no..." I felt a cold slimey feeling on my puckered asshole, then flinched slightly as I felt one of his callused fingertips press gently against it. But his slowly pumping fist on my cock kept me in place. After 5 minutes I was head down, ass up on the rubber mattress, moaning like I don't think I ever had. "Well, I think he likes it", I'd almost half-forgotten the guy behind me, I'd been so focussed on the waves of pleasure coming from my asshole. "Well boy, was that a first?", I nodded with my head still pressed into the mattress. "Well, how about a little bondage? You ever tried being tied up? Most bottom's like you love it." Was that what I was? I'd heard of bottoms before, had never thought of it as a label for me, but despite this thought, all I could do was nod my head, hoping to increase the pleasure coming from the finger in my ass and the hand round my cock. "You'll love it." I could almost hear the grin "Just put your hands up there, no, bit further." I reached my hands up, when he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them in what felt like leather, tight. I moaned as I felt the finger leave my ass, unconsciously thrusting my hips backwards. In it's place, I saw a small brown bottle put in front of me under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, you might need it." I was a bit confused, but was so turned on I did it without thinking. I took a deep breath and held it, as I exhaled I felt my head start to spin. Just as I peaked, I again felt the finger slide into my asshole and moaned as the pleasure was so much more. He grabbed my hips with one hand to steady me and I rocked back slightly further onto his finger. I then felt his other hand spank my ass hard, the sudden sting shocking me but also blending with the pleasure from my...wait.... "Is...fuck, is that your finger in me?" I stammered. "Nope." He said. Holy shit, was this saggy older guy fucking me? "I..what..do you...fuck..have a condom on?" The whole time I spoke I could feel his cock slide even further into my asshole. This was going way too fast for me to keep up, but at the same time the feeling of fullness as I felt his wiry pubes graze my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was again shocked by a sudden flash of pain from my backside as he simultaneously withdrew and then stabbed his cock deep into my ass in one go and spanked my ass hard, much harder than last time. "You don't ask questions, boy."

"Hey, how's it going. First time here?" The guy lounged back onto the bench, smiled at me and slightly spread his legs, his towel revealing up to his upper thighs. "Uh yeah, found the place online, sounded interesting." I replied. His smile got a notch wider, "Well it certainly is that, interesting. You want me to show you around?" I'd pretty much seen the entire place, but I nodded anyway, scared to be rude to this confident older dude, and I'll admit, a little turned on. He got up and I followed him back out to the corridor. He pointed out all the things I had already seen mostly, but left the cabin facing the counter till last. "This is my favourite room, best in the whole place, want me to show you why?" Again I nodded, nervous but excited. "Well, if you step inside, you'll see" he said. I walked into the room and saw a raised platform across most of the room with a rubber wrapped mattress pad on top. The cabin had maybe 4 feet of floorspace before you got to the platform. I felt the guy step inside behind me, closing the door behind him. "See, very cosy. Why don't you sit thereon the bed, make yourself comfortable, I have." I turned around, unsure whether I should continue with where this was headed, and was shocked to be confronted with the guy completely naked, his cock rising at a semi from his wiry pubes, already larger than mine which chose that moment to spring to full attention, maybe 3/4 the size of his semi-soft cock. It had a narrow head on a thick shaft above heavy low balls. At this point I realised he was smiling at my slack jawed staring. "Looks like we both like what we see, why don't you take off the towel and sit down" I did mutely, staring at his body as I did. He stayed standing and stepped in, leaving his engorging cock a foot from my face. "I'm John by the way. Why don't you touch it? It won't bite" His cock twitched as he said the word bite. I glanced up at his face, no doubt looking dazed, but he was smiling and I felt my hand drift up and gently wrap around his shaft, warm and slightly soft to the touch. "So, you here to feel things out? Experiment? You looked pretty uncertain out there, can be a bit much your first time." "Um, yeah, I've wanted to come for a while, but hadn't gotten the nerve" I said. "So what kind of stuff did you want to experiment with then? You enjoying holding my cock?", I nodded, "Well, why don't you give it a stroke" My hand felt awkward at this angle, but apparently it felt good because his cock soon became fully erect, his piss slit pointed straight at my face. As I continued to pump my fist over his hard cock, a drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his cock, now waggling in front of my face ever closer. My mouth opened, almost in shock, but he obviously took it as an invitation because soon the head of his cock was past my lips, a salty taste on my tongue. He proceeded to put his fingers through my hair and guide my head gently up and down the first part of his cock. I got over my initial shock and went with what he was guiding me to do. This continued for 5 minutes before he backed away gently removing himself from my mouth. "That was great, you must have done that before" I shook my head. "Well, you're a natural. I like your tattoo by the way, does it mean anything?" I shook my head, "Not really, just something I made up. I like your tattoo as well, really cool scorpion design." "Cheers. So, you wanna try some more firsts?" he asked. "Sure"

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