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——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

I’ve posted my activities here before but it’s been a while.. trust me, I’m still taking loads even if I’m not posting about it. I spent a week in San Francisco and was trying to be on good behavior since I was there for work but I just couldn’t help myself. It’s late one night and I am stroking and then I get that rush that I know I won’t be able to stop I make the decision that I am going to steam works then next day. I’m going wake up early and get a large room and just take as many loads as possible.. I edge for another two hours and fall asleep. I wake up READY. I clean out and head to steam works and arrrive around 9:50am. I get a large room on a Sunday. I get set up in my room and I head over to the glory holes, I suck a few cocks and some random troll cums in my mouth and I spit it on my hand and try fingering it my ass hole.. at this point I’m pretty ready now.. I go to my room and get ass up. After about ten minutes I get someone in me and they are LARGE, poppers help but I am struggling. To my surprised me cums quick and I already know that once I get cum in me, I become so insatiable. instay face down a bit and take some more cock and after about 3 hours I am about 6 loads in from random men walking by the bath house. I go to the sling area and I get in but no one fuckks me. I always find it weird how people are avoidant of slings but yet will fuck me in any other scenario. I head to the benches and get ass up and place a towel over my head to signal that anyone can have a turn. I feel someone fingering my hole before I feel them push into me. This guy is slamming me hard and I am all loopy from poppers that I don’t care. He cums and it’s amazing. I remove the towel and I see another guy gearing up to go, he stick it in me. He’s a total troll and has a tiny dick but I love very second of it. With everything thrust he compliments my hole and tells me how handsome I am. This really turns me on because I’m such a slut for compliments. Some hot young guy stand in front of me and I suck me while this guy pounds me. Both of these guys cum in me almost at the same time and it’s heaven. I go back to my room and I lie on my back and jerk off with my legs spread. Some guy comes in and I crawl over to him and start sucking him off. I turn around and me goes to town and sweats all over me before busting, immediately another guy walks in and he is handsome and fit. He fucks me while plum on my back and presses his body against mine so strongly that I am actually in pain but I hear through it cause I wanna please him. It’s tough but after what feels like forever of him mindlessly pounding me he has the most dramatic orgasm I have seen and I can feel his cock contract in me. another guy walks in and tells me he’s a bottom, he’s kinda cute so I let him suck me off and eat me out. He asks if I ever top which I do and he rides me for a bit and he cums on my chest. I scoop it up and finger it my hole. He leaves and says he will be back. I get fucked and cummed in a few times after that and this older guy walks in and tells me he’s a bottom but wanted to compliment my ass. We talk and he says he’s surprised that I have about 15 loads in me at this point and I laugh.. he’s very complementary and I offer to suck him off but he says he’s a strict strict sub bottom. He chat and have good consonant he leaves. Other bottoms comes back in and asks if we can take loads together. I say yes and we’re ass up in room at steam works. First guy walks in and alternates between us and my buddy gets that load and I hate to say I feel a ton of jealousy but I celebrate the moment! the next guy walks in and fucks us both silly until he busts in me and it’s so hot that I cum a little. The next guy also gives me his nut and then the guy after makes my buddy cum that he has no choice but to bust in me as my buddy was done was he came. At this point I have about 19. Loads and my room time has expired. I collect my things and head to the Folsom gulch and drop my pants in the theatre section. That way, anyone walking in will see a cum dump taking loads in front of everyone. I get one guy trying to fuck me with a condom and I reject him but he won’t leave me alone. I get aggressive with him and he gets the message. Just fyi, I will totally physically fight you if you try to play in my face like that. Just cause I’m a cum dump doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me regardless of anything, well….. I mean I will but it has to be raw. Otherwise gtfo. Another daddy type steps up and pumps me good and loads me up in front of everyone. And I get another daddy right after. Then I go suck some cocks in the booths and get fucked once more by a guy who’s keeps going soft. I go home and hop on grindr and invite one more guy over who takes forever to cum and it’s annoying but I bear it for the load. i wake up HORNY AS HELL. I have work in an hour but I am horned up, I hope on sniffles and this ma messages me asking for head. Normally I hate that but he caught me at the right time. He heads over and I blow him nice and slow while he sits on my hotel couch. He barely looks at me and it weirdly turns me on. He cums in my mouth and I try to finger it in my hole and go to work. while at work I decide that I am going to go to a sex party and once work is over, I head to a sex party but it’s a bit dead, I get fucked several times and get like 4 loads all in a sling blindfolded and it’s heaven. Then a super hot Adonis of a ma and everyone is all over him, they all think he’s a top but I can tell he isn’t.. I walk over and bend down to pick his legs up and he lets me and I fuck him silly till I bust and then I take a break.. I get back in the sling and I surprised that I am still willing to keep going because once I cum I usually quit instantly. Not today. I get fucked by another guy for what feels like forever and I don’t even get a load. I leave and walk around the neighborhood while on sniffles and this guy tells me to go to his motel room at the bay bridge. I’ve heard of this motel but never been. I walk over and a fit man is waiting for me with his door ajar, he has me suck him off and then gets to pounding and cums fairly quickly and I am so turned on.. he asks what I’ve been up to and I tell him and he asks what I’m doing next and I tell him I am going to get more loads and he responds “yeah I bet you are you nasty bitch” and I get so turned on. I head down stairs and book a room for myself for the night. I get on sniffles and invite two guys to my room. I leave the door ajar and notice some guy walk in, I get the feeling this guy is some random who just walked in and isn’t one of the ones I talked to.. I freeze up a little but I let it play out as he is hot and has a big dick he starts jerking. Then the two other guys come in shortly. They all cum in me back to back. Huge cocks and huge loads. after they leave I realize the time and I remember that I have work. I decide to head home. i wake up the next day and decide it’s time for another cum dump. A real one.. I set up an add on sniffles and I post every hour on the hour advertising my group. After three days I get 75 rsvps which is the max. on the day of the group I check in and walk over to the sec arcade and blow some guys, I press my ass up against a hole and I fed a huge dick slip in. He thrust so hard I can hear the wood creak with each thrust. He cums in me and I stay in my position. It’s a while before I feel someone start eating me out. After a while they stick it in me.. they pound and pound and pound and I hold my cheeks open as I’m bent over. He cums and it’s amazing. I walk back to my hotel and decide to smoke a bit of 420, I don’t do anything harder than that. But I wanna relax before a big day. I also drink a bit of whiskey and this combo turns me into a ravenous whore. I’m not really drunk and not really high but I am relaxed and the perfect level of loopy. I walk back to the arcade and get on my knees at the theatre, instantly I get surrounded by three trolls and service them all, two of them take turns breeding me while one spills his seed on the floor which fills me with rage lol. at this point I have about 5-6 loads in me and it’s near starting time for my actual cum dump. I invite some guy back to my motel and he show up and has me suck him off and cums in my mouth after I ask him to fuck me. This posses me off.. DO NOT SHOW UP TO A CUK DUMP AND EXPECT TO GET TO CUM IN A MOUTH. He gets an earful from me as I get a bit agro with him and he apologizes and says he will fuck me later.. uh huh sure. guys start rolling in now, I get a few back to back and feel huge hug cocks fill me up. One black guy had the biggest dick ever and I was struggling but after some poppers, I was ready for anything. The combo of poppers and a little weed and whisky had me gooning. I head the door open and close for the next hour and at one point had 5 guys in the room waiting. They all mention how my hole if the sloppiest they ever felt and I know it’s true. My hole gets really loose and sloppy. The best part of this day is that my hole is cooperating with me all day. I think it’s the weed and popper and whisky. My hole is so open and relaxed that I resist no one and I arch my back and spread my cheecks for everyone. Everyone cums and everyone is happy. Some guy wants to eat me out and I let him until I realize he’s sucking the loads out. I don’t mind this at the end but he should have asked because I wasn’t done yet. I tell him he can either fuck me or leave and he decided to fuck me.. each man has been marking my ass with a tally and this guy offers to take some photos, see below. He was a nice guy and I apologize for being agro and I promise him the loads later which he gets excited about. then the guy who first oissed me off comes back and has me suck him off again and I stop as I want his load in my ass not mouth. He says again “I’ll fuck you later” he sees my face and I say no you will fuck me now or leave.. he can tell I’m not playing. He walks over to my ass and fucks it and cums after a while and then chats me up and says my hole is amazing and he didn’t wanna fuck me cause he’s not on prep. To which I tell him is silly, he should be on it then. He has me clean off his cock and leaves and then I get a call from the front office…. Fuck. they tell me I have too many guests and that they can’t wait outside. I open tit he door to see a line of guys.. which makes me happy but pisses me off. Like if you go to a cum dump, don’t wait for the coast to be clear and linger outside. It makes a scene. I tell them and some leave and some walk in. I get called the best cum dump in the world and I get fucked silly for the next few hours. The guys stop showing up at around 33 loads but I am still wanting more.. I go to powerhouse which is a sex bar and I go to the back room and show off my glistening hole with lol the tally marks, I get oushed against the wall and get fucked but 4 guys all who don’t cum and keep slipping out of me as my hole is crazy sloppy. I’m sure there is ZERO friction left lol. I head back to my hotel and invite over a couple from grindr who’s take turn fucking me. They both breed me and I have a euphoric experience. We follow each other on insta as they are excited to meet a cum dump. They shower ne with compliments and I go back to me work hotel and shower and push out the loads. Clean up and go to sleep. I wake for work the next day and as I’m getting ready I realize my ass is still covered in tally marks. I work the rest of the day that way

In 2026 I would like to find my nympho bf. Someone addicted to cum and dicks that I could use and share with other men.

The first week of classes, there is a local art fair in the arts district right by the campus. I have my camera and a bag with a very basic portfolio of my photos so far, and one that's a bit more risqué. I wonder around looking at the various vendors and enjoy the warm late summer day. I take a few photos of the scenes, people, nothing to write home about. I notice there are a few vendors with their tents adjoining each other, with various pride flags flying on posts at either end of it. I make my way over to scope things out. There are about 10 different vendors, all with different art. Blown glass, paintings, hand made clothing, and a few photographers. I look at the various photographers and a couple of them really catch my attention. They both have several implied nude photos with couples (mostly men, but some lesbian, and straight). Nothing that is wildy inappropriate for this type of event, but border line. There is a selection of photos with guys my age, very twink like and quite petite, with older men and muscle daddies. These begin to make my hole twitch. Again, there is no actual nudity, but everything is implied. I cant take my eyes of of them. The style and compositions are very well done, not to mention the subject matter is right up my alley. "Hey I'm Drew." I hear behind me. "Are you enjoying my collection." "Yes I am. I love the style and your compositions are quite amazing." I turn and see a man, probably in his late 20's with a similar build to me, clearly we're very similar to each other in many ways. He's wearing a pride tank top and a leather bracer that says "Daddy's boi." on his left wrist. We smile at each other as we scope the other out. "Not to mention the subject matter is quite...fascinating." "Are you a student at the university?" "Yes, I'm in my first week actually." "Nice, welcome to town. Do you have your ID on you? There's a group of photographers that have a bit more photo's that would make these look like church paintings in the back, but gotta be 18. If you're interested..." I look over towards the back of the tent and see a sign that says private and another guy sitting next to it. "Um I'd love to." I pull out my ID and Drew looks it over and looks at me. "They're gonna love you..." He hands it back to me and walks me to the other guy and he moves a tent flap and I go back and there's a whole nother area as big as the front with more erotic photos. I make my way through enjoying a lot of the artwork. Theres a bit for everyone it seems. I stop at one photographer's display with several photos of bigger guys, muscle bears, dad bods, chubby guys and such, with twinks. I see that he's won several awards for his work, especially for his use of first person pov among other things. I take his card from the table and move on. I see a table with a sign advertising an erotic art show at a local gay bar. I walk up and there's an older man, probably in his sixties sitting behind the table. I grab a flyer and say a friendly hello. "Are you old enough to be in here, son?" He asks me with a warm smile. "Yes Sir! I'm a couple months past my 18th. I just started classes at the University." I swallow nervously as I'm holding a flyer for the show. He stands up and is towering over me by nearly a foot, and probably has another 120 pounds of weight compared to my 115 pounds. I also note a large bulge in his leather pants. "Well welcome to town. I'm Skip. I own the club hosting the art show. We're primarily a bear bar, but we do have one week night a month where we let the college kids in for a networking event. No booze served obviously. And host artists once a month for the Gallery Hop. But this event is at one of the larger galleries I own. You should come." "Thank you, Sir. I'd love to come!" He smirks, "I be you would...I love your manners, son. I see you have your camera on you. Are you a photographer?" "I am, Sir. Kinda starting out and trying to figure out what I want to do with it. But I've been a hobbyist for a few years, but have gotten a bit more serious with it. Thats one of the things I'm here at school to learn and improve." "Very good. We have 5 amateur photographers that we sponsor for the show, there's typically 10 - 20 total that show here. Theres a couple of prizes for the winners, typically they'll have a best in show amateur that is voted on by the pro's, collectors, and gallery owners. That winner gets a free entry to the big year end Gallery Hop Erotic showcase event. There is also a people's choice amateur that get's to shadow and apprentice under one of four of the photographers here." He points out 3 of the vendors that I havent looked at yet, and the fourth one is the one that captured my eyes, and made my hole twitch before I came to this table. "Would you be interested? I already have 4 other's I'm sponsoring, so you'll need to grab it quick or I'll find someone else today." "I'd love to, Sir." "Your manners go a long way son...Do you have any work I can look at?" I hand him my primary portfolio. He flips through it, studying various photos for a few minutes each. "These won't work, you have anything like what's in here?" He asks as he waves his hands around the room. "Oh, right." I scramble to get my more erotic portfolio out and hand it to him. "This is better....mmmm...very good....nice." He looks through a couple of them. Mostly from art club, drawing class of the nude model that I photographed. "Well, I'm sorry, son, but so far these are good, but not gallery material. I think there is potential, but not this year..." "Wait, Sir..." I flip 3/4's of the way through the portfolio. "My....are these you?" "Yes, Sir. There is an older man in there as well, he's the one that took my virginity." I blush, not sure why I let that out. "Hot. How did you get these so well composed with cum all over your face?" "Hahaha, um I staged the positions before the guys and I...work things out. Once they left, I quickly ran to the other room to shoot it with a remote shutter." "Okay..." He rubs his growing cock. "you're close, but what are you willing to do to help me commit to sponsoring you?" A hunger comes in his eyes. I can't take my eyes of his growing bulge. "Fuck me..." I say under my breath as his cock pulses. "Works for me. Chris, watch the table. I'm going to take...." He looks at me. "Alex, Sir." I realize what's about to happen. "Alex in the back room and fill out some paperwork for the Show." "Have fun." He grabs my hand and pulls me into another part of the tent that opens up into the back of his sprinter van. He has a small be in there with some storage. "It's sound proof." He shuts the door as we get in and I sit on the bed and put my bag and camera down in the front of the van. As I turn around he is only in a leather harness and metal cock ring. "Get to work claiming your entry." I drop to my knees on the bed and take his fat cock in my mouth. "Fuck yes, son. Suck grandpa's cock." I work my way as far as I can, but he's quite thick compared to the handful of guys that I've sucked the past two weeks here. He slides his hand down my shorts and grabs my ass. "Fuck this is nice." He grabs the other cheek and then puts a fat finger on my hole. "So tight." He pushes his finger into me and I moan on his cock. I take his cock out of my mouth and bury my nose in his bush at the base of his cock and sack. I lick and suck on his gray hair covered balls. "God, your cock and balls are so fucking hot!" I say as I lick and sniff his manhood. "Am I the oldest you've been fuck by?" "Yes, Sir." "Fuck yes!" He pushes my shorts down and sees that I'm just in a dark pink jock strap. "Grandpa loves breeding boi pussy. Enough of your mouth. I'm going to destroy your hole." "Please grandpa! Breed me with your fat old cock." He spins me around and spits on my hole and pushes two fingers in and spits again. "Fuck this is gonna hurt at first." He barely warns me before he pushes his cock head against my hole. I scream into the mattress as he invades me. "God I wish I was off my meds for this." He says as he puts his body weight on my ass and drives his cock deep to the hilt. He holds his position to let me get use to his girth. He slowly back out of me, one inch at a time, then pushes back in a half an inch, repeating until his purple old man mushroom it pushing against the inside of my sphincter. He spits again on his fat cock and slowly pushes back in to the hilt. He repeat this for a few minutes, until the pain subsides and I push back on his member. "That's my boy..." He grabs my hips with both hands and begins to pull me onto him as he pushes into me. Using me like a life size fleshlight. He throws me around in several positions fucking me like there is no tomorrow. I'm moaning and screaming like a whore. I cum three times hands free before he puts all his weight on me in missionary and kisses me passionately as he fills my bowels with his old cum.

Your encouraging comments are a huge turn-on, thank you. Here's another short chapter before Christmas. This one is still just online fantasy—just the toxic words of a giftgiver. But I promise, we are getting there.. the next one is the real thing. So bear with me! Happy Christmas! Part 5: The Giftgiver's Typed Poison Night falls, and with it, the familiar ache. You sit down at your laptop, the screen's glow a sterile comfort. You don't even bother with the forum tonight. The stories are just ghosts. You need a connection. You need a possibility. You turn to Romeo, your old, familiar hunting ground. You set the filters to your new truth: Safer Sex?: "Let's talk." You join every community related to bareback and poz, scrolling through the lists of members, filtering for tops. You're deep in a community called "Gift Givers Netherlands" when a particular post catches your eye. It's from a user named ToxicDaddy. The post isn't just a comment; it's a manifesto. He's arguing against the "sanitization" of bareback culture, and his target is specific. He's railing against the neg guys who seek out gift givers while being on PrEP. He writes, "They want to live the fantasy, but they don't have the balls to go the full way. It's a cheat, a lie. They're just tourists in our world, not pilgrims." Below his text, he's attached a picture of his latest lab results, the viral load number circled in red, followed by a series of explicit, high-quality photos of him fucking and breeding different asses, his biohazard tattoo on his chest clearly visible. He's not just talking the talk; he's providing proof. He's a purist. Intrigued, you click on his profile. His profile picture isn't a body part. It's the symbol of a cock ejaculating dozens of tiny, swirling biohazard icons. It's a flag. A declaration of war. His stats are just as direct: 45, 6'2", 185cm, 95kg. His location? Amsterdam. A jolt goes through you. Amsterdam. A three, maybe four-hour drive. It's not a fantasy continent away. It's a possibility. Not for today or tomorrow, but a planned trip... that was possible. The distance makes it safe for now, but the proximity makes it dangerously real. You drop him a tap—a pig to show that you like his kinks. A moment later, a message appears. He: Great profile. Saw you are also in all of these sleazy poz groups. I'm poz, med-free, high VL. Only fuck bare! You? Your heart hammers. This is it. No games. The truth, right there in the opening line. Your hand instinctively goes to your crotch, kneading the growing bulge through your jeans. You: Thanks! Exactly what I'm looking for! 🙂 I’m neg, not on PrEP. He: Good. I hate PrEP. It's a chemical condom that can't even break. It ruins the fun. So you're a chaser? The confirmation is a relief, but his direct question sends a new thrill through you. It's the first time you've said it to someone like this. You: I think so... He: Good. It'll do you good when that poz cum is inside. With my high VL the effect is long-lasting. A shiver runs down your spine. You undo your fly and pull out your hardening cock, your fingers wrapping around the steel of your PA ring, giving it a twist. He's talking about permanence, and he has the lab results to prove it. You: I want that... the real thing. He: I know you do. I also wanted it - wanted to get pozzed. I eventually surrendered to it. Most guys see it as an infection, a mistake. They're wrong. It's a communion. The most intense connection to another man I've ever felt. Your hand freezes on your cock. This is different. This isn't just about fucking. He: It's the ultimate act of trust. To look another man in the eye, knowing he carries the virus, and to open yourself up anyway. To let him past your flesh, past your defenses, and into your blood. Submitting to him, accepting his toxic gift... that's something divine. It changes you. It binds you to him forever. I wasn't just looking for a fuck; I was looking for that bond. And when I found it, when I felt him cum inside me and knew my life was changing forever, it was the most beautiful moment of my life. The confirmation sends a jolt through you. He's not just living proof; he's a disciple of the very act you crave, a high priest of the faith. You reach into the drawer beside your desk and pull out your dildo and a small bottle of lube, your hands trembling slightly. You: It's a huge turn on that you get off on pozzing a neg ass. He: Honestly? It gets me very hot. It should be fun for both of us, right? You: Fuck yeah. Are you playing with yourself too? He: Fuck yes. I've been rock hard since you told me you were neg and not on PrEP. The thought of him, a few hours' drive away, getting instantly hard because of your commitment, because you're one of the purists, is intoxicating. It's a validation you've never felt before. You slick up the dildo and press it against your hole, teasing yourself. He: You got poppers? You: Yeah. He: Good. Take a hit for me. A deep one. Then I'll tell you exactly how I'd breed you. Your hand trembles with excitement. You grab the small brown bottle, unscrewing the cap. You bring it to your nostril and take a long, deep sniff. The rush floods your system, warm and dizzying. Your hole relaxes. He: You feel that? Take another one. You: Yeah... He: Good. First, I'd massage your hole with my precum. Just the tip, rubbing it all over you, leaking precum in your hole, getting you slick with my poz fluid. I'd hold you, pull you close against my warm body, and whisper in your ear what's about to happen. I'd nibble on your earlobe while I'm doing it, letting you feel my cock get harder against you. As he types, your own cock is dripping precum like a faucet. You scoop it up with your fingers and use it to slick up your own hole, imagining it's his. He: Then I'd place the tip of my cock right at your entrance. I wouldn't push. I'd just let it rest there, letting you feel the heat of it, the weight, oozing more precum into your guts. I'd kiss you, deep and slow, while my charged cockhead is poised to enter you. I'd tell you to relax, to breathe, to open up your man cunt, extend your slick asslips to pull me in. You're stroking your cock in time with his words, the fantasy so real you can almost feel his breath on your neck. He: Another hit. This time for both of us. And two more. You hear the faint, imagined sound of him sniffing in your mind and take another hit yourself, the second wave even more intense. You're so close. You can feel your orgasm building. He: I'd push just the head in, slowly. So you can feel every millimeter. I'd look you right in the eyes as I enter you for the first time. No rubber. Just me, raw, skin-on-skin. As he says this, you slowly push the head of the dildo inside you with a soft moan, feeling the stretch, the imagined penetration. He: Then I'd stop, letting you get used to it, letting your neg body accept my poz cock. I'd kiss you again, my tongue in your mouth, my cock in your ass, connected at both ends. I'd go deeper, inch by inch, reaching your inner sphincter, coating it with precum, getting it as slick as your asslips, stretching it until my head pops all the way through. His words are a command. You pull the first dildo out, your hole feeling suddenly empty and desperate. You reach into the drawer and grab the biggest one you have, the one that always makes you feel like you're being split open. You slick it up, line it up, and push it in all the way, breaking past your inner sphincter with a sharp, pleasurable ache that makes you gasp. You've matched his description perfectly, feeling the intense stretch, the full, imagined penetration. He: I'd start to move, so slowly, pulling out almost all the way, then sinking back in. I'd tell you how good you feel, how tight your neg hole is. I'd keep talking to you, my voice a low whisper, telling you how my high viral load is getting ready to fill you up, how you're going to be mine. Asking you one last time, if you are sure. That I will be changing your future forever. Asking if you are ready to accept my gift, accept me! The finality of his words is devastating. It's everything you crave. This is it. This is the connection you've been searching for. It's not just the act, it's the intimacy, the shared surrender, the divine beauty of it all he described. The brutal fantasy of a stranger taking you is nothing compared to this—the idea of a true, willing, sensual pozzing. He: I'm close, chaser. Tell me you want my charged load. Beg for it. You: Please... breed me... give me your charged load! I’m so ready for it! Make me yours! He: That's it... I'm gonna kiss you as I cum... looking so deep into your eyes, I'll see every hot spurt of my charged load painting your soul from the inside, marking you as mine. Take it... take my high VL toxic fucking seed! You cum with a loud, guttural groan, a huge, explosive load. The first shot hits your chest, but the next spurts are so powerful they fly up, hitting you squarely in the face. A thick, warm glob lands right over your left eye, blinding you. You slump back in your chair, the dildo still inside you, panting, and for a moment, you just sit there in the sudden darkness. A sharp, chemical burning starts. It's not just the sting of salt; it's a fire. You try to blink it away, but you can't see. All you can do is feel. The burning in your eye feels like a promise. It feels like a virus taking hold, like a toxic charge searing itself into your very optic nerve, marking you from the inside out. The pain is exquisite. It's a shadow of the real thing, a phantom pain, and it's the most blissful, agonizing sensation you've ever felt. This is what it feels like to be claimed. The chat goes silent for a moment. He: Fuck... that was hot. We'll talk more tomorrow. You: Yeah... okay... You log off of Romeo, your body buzzing, your chest sticky with cum. The fantasy was perfect. That's when you see it. A new notification has popped up on your screen from Romeo, a message that arrived at the exact moment you were shooting your load—almost like a sign from hell. Your heart hammers in your chest as you click back over to the app. It's from a profile you've never seen before. The username is stark and simple: BREEDER. You click on it. The profile is sparse, almost menacing. No pictures, no stats, just a location: a few kilometers away. He's real. He's close. You see the list of forums he's a member of. It's a who's who of every poz and breeding forum on the platform. He's not just a tourist; he's a native of this world. He's the real thing. And then you read his message. It's not a long, explicit fantasy. It's short, direct, and chilling. "Saw you online. You look like you need the real thing."

From a bit ago... just starting to get hard, gets more girthy and veiny when its fully excited...

My decision to go bare was intentional. While I started having sex using condoms, I felt something was missing. I needed that extra level of intimacy. In spite of any risks, and regardless of whether we'd see each other again, I needed to feel and connect to another man without barriers between us.

went on a date with an older daddy, he drove me an hour out of town to a sketchy area with a run down sex toy store with video booths that are large enough to fit half a dozen men. He made me pull my shorts down to my knees, kneel and suck his cock while he played porn with the booth door open. Within a few minutes, I could hear men coming in and out to view me sucking his cock. I heard men commenting how sexy my ass looked and how my date should ejaculate in my mouth and make me swallow it all. Next thing I knew someone came over to fondle my ass, my genital and stuck his finger in my pussy. And someone else's hand started to fondle me as well. My date kept on shoving my head into his crotch so I couldn't raise my head to look how many men were in the booth. Some guy started to rub his cock on my butthole and I felt him spitting on pussy just before he pressed his hard cock really hard against my pussy to try to force it in while he was jacking off hard, and then I felt him ejaculating, warm cum hit pressed against my butthole and running down my balls. Some guy told him to move out of the way since he came already, and that dude just jammed his cock into my cum lubed butthole and plowed away. I so wanted to ask "are you clean?" But my date was too busy fucking my face and kept on pushing my head down. While I was getting used, I heard some guy brought his girlfriend over to have her watch, and she was shocked. I heard her commenting how gross it was seeing the semen running down my balls. My date was getting so excited, he began to moan loud as he started to ejaculate, and some dude rushed over to my face and blew his load right on my face and mouth as date was ejaculating. The guy plowing my pussy also started to ejaculate, and I so wanted to tell him to pull out, but I was chocking on my date's cock and swallowing his semen. I hope I didn't catch anything.

You could just try bending over a bench with your jeans around your ankles (I'd advise leaving your wallet elsewhere.) That's generally a good indication that your cunt is public domain. Wear fewer clothes......wear really short shorts. Split your shorts/jeans open at the ass (velcro?) so they are easily accessible.

Quick Christmas eve story. Here in the southern hemisphere, it’s hot summer weather. Christmas Eve was a hot day. I was at work, driving around fixing stuff, it’s a bit hot and sweaty and I have on dirty work clothes. It was busy, but we have a half day or Christmas Eve. I finished work, I have been horny all week, so I went online to see if anyone was about. A guy I have met before said he is up to drop a load. I have met him at a spot at the park, in the forest by the river, I think it’s near where he works. I got down there in ten minutes. I lubed my hole. He arrived a few minutes later. He turns up in sports kit with thin baggy shorts, I can see his cock bulge through the shorts, he is half hard. I guess he is going to the gym. He drops his shorts, I do the same. We stroke each other, he gets hard and feels my crack, he turns me around and eases his cock in. I push my shirt up, because it’s pretty hot. I brace against a tree, and he starts fucking, he has a decent sized cock, I tell him to just go for it and use my hole, and blow…. He fucks for about five minutes, I bend low and take a wide stance, so he can get in deep. I can feel his belly against my back. He blows his load and holds his cock in for a minute. He pulls out and his cock is bigger than I thought. I am still horny, I look at my app again and there is another guy I have met before, who wants to drop a load. So I send him the location and he is there in ten minutes. A lucky break for me. There are a lot of guys online, I guess that guys need to blow a load, so they are relaxed for Christmas Day. I take the dude to the same place, and repeat the fuck session almost exactly, but this time my ass is lubed with lube and cum. He has a slightly shorter cock, but with a large cock head. I am glad my ass is already stretched out a bit. I remember it was a slow start the previous time I met him. He fucks me hard, I tell him to blow, he blows his cum in me. He wishes me Merry Christmas. I gave him a hug. I am happy to have got two loads. I start driving home. But I am hard and still horny, so I drop by another park that is good to meet dudes in. There was a guy sitting in his car, he follows me into the forest, we have a play, but he is not up for fucking so I tell him to jack off and blow his cum on my ass. He is into it. So I leave with a cum on my ass and two in my hole. As I am leaving the park, there is a guy on a bench. So I go down the trail, so he sees where I am going and I sit on a low branch waiting to see if he is looking. He turns up a minute later, and he is wearing floppy soccer shorts and a sleeveless tee, no underwear, I can see his cock head line through the fabric, I love summer clothes. He stands right in front of me with his cock near my face, so I run my hand up his smooth leg, up inside his shorts to touch his cock head. He moves closer, so I slide my hand to rub his balls and into his lubed up ass crack. I know he wants cock in his ass. I want to just fuck him and blow, I stand up and we both drop our shorts, he leans over a tree branch and huffs some poppers. I slide my cock in slowly and deeply. He pushed back and he must be spinning with poppers. I slowly start fucking him and I get faster and he pushes back with each stroke. I strip off my shirt, because it’s hot and sweaty. He wants my load in his ass, I tell him I am going to blow my load in him. He wants it, I wrap my arms around him and hold him grinding our sweaty bodies together. I whisper in his ear, I tell him he’s going to get cum in his ass. I am close to blowing, so I bear hug him to stop him from moving and I hold my cock in him as pump my load in his ass. I head home, but stop by the supermarket to buy a couple last things for Christmas, I am sweaty and dirty, but it’s hot and I am wearing my dirty work clothes. People will just think I had a tough work day. Merry Christmas everyone.

This happened about two months ago when I was at a party at one of my friend's house. It was getting late I wanted to start to head for home. I had a few drinks but I was not drunk by any means. The only reason I stayed so long was because there was this really hot guy there who I would love to fuck. But he went home by himself. As I was driving home I saw this whitish object along the road and it looked like it was moving. I thought it was a damn deer. Well it was not a deer, but instead a nice young two-legged buck. I stopped and asked him if he was ok. The kid looked drop dead gorgeous. If he was over 19, I would have been surprised. He said that he had been out drinking with friends, and they had dropped him off out here and he had to get back into town. I, being the nice guy that I am, gave him a ride, all the time I was wondering how I was going to get into his pants and get to fuck his cherry ass with my hot poz cock. I asked him if he wanted to go home or come over to my place for some beers, maybe watch a movie. Well it did not take him long to decide on the beers and movies. I have a couple of straight porn DVDs just for this kind of occasion. So we started to drink, and after a while when he was feeling pretty good, then I popped in the porn. I accidentally popped in a bi movie, to see how he reacted. I could tell the movie was having a effect on him. He was discretely (I’m sure he thought), rubbing his cock through the denim of his pants. I told him that it would be ok, since we are there alone if he wanted to take it out and stroke it, that no one would know. He agreed since we had never seen each other before, and because he was well on his way to being drunk. I went to get him another beer, and when I came back, he had his cock out; naturally I followed suit. We sat there for about 10 minutes slowly stroking. I noticed he seemed not a little interested in my tool, so I gave him an ample view, by shucking my trousers and briefs down to my knees. He followed my example, and after a couple minutes of look-see, I then asked him if I could touch his dick, and he slurred sure. I stroked it for him, playing with the pre-cum rubbing it up and down his cock. It was a nice cock, about 7.5" cut and it had a nice head. I kept stroking his cock for a while and then I asked if I could suck it. When he did not say anything, I took it as a yes and slowly went down on him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the movie was into a gay scene, two guys going down on each other. He asked me if he could suck my dick. Of course, I replied sure, repositioning myself to accommodate him. He started to suck slowly on it, getting just the head into his mouth. Not surprisingly, he was rather inexperienced, but fortunately, I was not, so I knew just how to move the play to the next plane. I played with his cock, ass and tits, doing my best to keep the excitement building. He kept working on my cock, and what he lacked in technique, he certainly made-up for with enthusiasm. Sensing the time was ripe, I stood-up and pulled my pants up, asking if he wanted to go into the bedroom, with the suggestion we’d be more comfortable. At this point, the two guys started to fuck each other. He asked me if I had ever done that and I told him yes. I asked if he was interested and he replied he had thought about it, as he pulled his pants up. Smiling, I told him we could try that as well, so, taking his hand, I lead him into the bedroom, I stripped, and helped him out of his clothing, positioning him on his back. I started by kissing his chest, sucking on his perky nipples and working my way down to his cock, getting his hard, engorged cock all nice and wet. Then I moved on to his balls and ass by lifting his legs and rimming his musky hole. Clearly, it was a new experience for him - frankly, I thought he was going to jump out of the bed with excitement. He loved it. He was moaning and groaning ad telling me not to stop. I told him I had to stop, because I had something that would make him feel better. I got out the lube and prepared his hole. He asked me if I was going to fuck him and I said yes. He asked me if I needed a condom, and I told him not unless he had something that I was going to catch. He said he was clean, and then he let me start to fuck him. His ass was so fucking tight, but for it, he was a natural bottom. After a minute or two of adjustment, he began flexing his muscle around my cock and almost made me cum too soon. I looked right into his eyes and watched him as I was fucking him, knowing that I was going to be infecting this cherry boy. I went for about 20 minutes, at which point I couldn’t take it any longer. I shot my load deep into his tight hole as he shot his load out onto his chest. We rested for about 10 minutes, cuddling together on the bed. To my pleasure, he then asked if I could fuck him again. Naturally I told him I would love to. I was going to make this a night he was never going to forget. It was so fucking hot. The next morning he left and I have not seen him again, but I am certain he will be thinking of me in a few months.

When I was in my 20’s, I chased after guys in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. Not only was I so attracted to them, they were so good at sex. They’re more passionate and caring. They knew exactly what felt good. Interestingly, as I’ve gotten older, I still love daddies much older than me.

With the Holidays here, now's the time to do something both unexpected - and pleasing - for someone else. It costs nothing to say something like Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or Happy New Year to someone you know (or don't), and it'll make both you and the other person feel a smidge better about everything. And then, head off to the tubs for the *real* celebrations !!!

I do the same if a top uses a condom. It actually turns them on watching me dump their sperm up my hole and they often help finger it inside me, playing with their cum and my hole. While I hate latex, the feel is awful, I won’t refuse a cock. I’ll do my best to try and talk them into raw breeding me, but if that doesn’t work then I’ll let them fuck me covered. Same tactic if I’m trying to breed a safe only bottom. Except I refuse to use a condom. They won’t get my cock if I’m shooting my load into a rubber.

Chapter 8- New Year, New Me Clearview University- North Campus. 05:44 MST. 20-Dec-20XX. REDACTED location. The SUV hummed steadily as it cut through the snow, tires whispering over packed ice. On the side was the emblem for BLACKWELL, Bio-Level Authority for Containment, Knowledge & Epidemiological Lockdown. It had been formed shortly after the Helixion Event claimed their entire team, Black Sigma, just 3 months prior. The windows were darkened, the interior lit only by the dull glow of the instrument panel bleeding in from the front. In the passenger seat, Tobias Vahn leaned back with one boot braced against the floor, a bag of hastily eaten fast food resting loosely between his knees, looking far too relaxed for a man headed into quarantine. Elias Kade sat beside him, rigid, arms folded, eyes fixed on the blurred white landscape sliding past the glass. He hadn’t spoken since they’d left the checkpoint. “So,” Tobias said finally, breaking the silence like he always did, casual and careless. “What’re your Christmas plans?” Elias’s head turned slowly. The look he gave him could have frozen the engine block. “Playing dumb now, are we? Didn’t your brother already tell you how thrilled I was opening the care package your mother sent?” Elias asked flatly. Tobias grinned. “Trevor? Oh yeah. He mentioned it all right.” He nudged Elias’s side lightly with his elbow. “Said Mom sent the onesies already. Red nose. Felt antlers. Just for the newest member of the family.” Elias looked away again. “Don’t you dare call me Rudolph.” That only made Tobias laugh. “Don’t even try to deny enjoying the tradition. I bet Trev already asked you to guide his sleigh.” Elias didn’t respond. He shifted in his seat, jaw tightening, and after a beat deliberately changed the subject. “Just… give me the rundown, Tex.” Tobias straightened a little, the humor draining just enough to let something professional surface. “All right… Reaper.” He tapped the tablet mounted to the seat in front of them, pulling up the case file. “Frat house. Phi Alpha Gamma.” Elias nodded, activating the turn signal and slowing down at their exit. Tobias snorted. “Jesus… what a name.” Elias looked over at him and let out a bored sigh looking at him. “What’s so funny now?” “Phi Alpha Gamma… FAG House? Really? Whatever… keep forgetting you never were part of the Greek system…” Elias rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the road. “Anyways… Seven residents,” Tobias continued. “All male. All enrolled. All failed to show for finals. Campus security did a welfare check after a few professors escalated.” The SUV passed under a streetlight. For a moment, Elias’s face was starkly illuminated—focused, alert. “Security found signs of a struggle,” Tobias said. “Furniture displaced. Decorations destroyed. No bodies. No sign of forced entry however.” “Local PD?” Elias asked. “Called in. Then immediately sent away once preliminary forensics came back.” Tobias scrolled. “Multiple biological residues found on site. Samples confirmed as bodily fluids. All samples tested positive for HIV-3, complete with the markers for human mutagen variants.” Elias closed his eyes briefly. Opened them again. “Quarantine?” “Full lockdown,” Tobias said. “BLACKWELL took jurisdiction. Media blackout in place. Anyone who came in contact tested, no positives in anyone.” The SUV slowed as they approached the perimeter. Flashing hazard lights reflected off the snowbanks ahead. Tobias glanced at Elias. “We were too late,” he added quietly. “Again.” Elias didn’t answer. He reached for his respirator, already slipping back into mission mode. The SUV rolled to a controlled stop just short of the cordon. Red and amber lights pulsed against the snow, painting the night in slow, warning colors. Beyond them, the frat house sat dark and ordinary, its porch light burned out, windows black. It looked abandoned in the way only places that shouldn’t be empty ever do. Tobias flicked the tablet fully toward Elias. “A’right,” he said, business now. “Names, faces, and what we know.” Elias leaned in, eyes tracking as Tobias scrolled. Each profile slid past with the same sterile formatting—photo, age, role in the house, medical notes. Normal kids. Normal histories. Nothing that justified a BLACKWELL response on its own. “Campus security went in first,” Tobias continued. “They thought it was booze, finals stress, maybe a prank gone wrong. Found overturned furniture, broken ornaments, the tree down. No blood. No bodies.” Elias’s gaze sharpened. “But I’m sure plenty of biologicals.” “Damn… looks like everywhere,” Tobias said. “Floors. Furniture. Basement stairs. Maintenance room.” He paused. “That’s when PD backed off and called us.” He tapped a file and brought up lab results. “Semen. Urine. Saliva.” Elias didn’t react outwardly, but his shoulders tightened. “Like I was saying, all samples were positive for HIV-3 and HMV…” Tobias added. “Extremely high viral load. Uniform markers.” Elias exhaled slowly through his nose. “That doesn’t happen by accident.” “No,” Tobias agreed. “Which is why the house is locked down. Quarantine radius established within the hour. Media blackout—‘carbon monoxide leak’ for now.” “And the missing?” Elias asked. “Seven residents,” Tobias said. “No confirmed sightings since the night before finals. Phones dead or abandoned on site. No exit footage. Nothing on traffic cams.” The SUV’s engine idled softly. Snow tapped against the roof like static. Tobias hesitated, then scrolled further. “One more thing.” Elias glanced up. “What.” “Frat vice president,” Tobias said. “Derek Vance.” He brought the file up and held it there. “Medical history includes a confirmed CCR5-Δ32 mutation.” Elias went very still. Tobias didn’t look at him as he continued. “Same mutation you have.” Silence stretched between them, thick and loaded. Elias nodded once. “Meaning resistance,” he said quietly. “Not immunity.” “Exactly,” Tobias replied. “Which means if he’s involved—” “—then maybe we have a chance at a new ally,” Elias finished. They both looked toward the house again. The lights ahead flickered as a generator kicked somewhere in the perimeter. The snow kept falling. The frat house remained dark. Whatever had happened inside it had selected its targets carefully. And it hadn’t finished speaking yet. — They suited up in silence. Respirators sealed with practiced ease, filters clicking into place with the soft, final sound of containment protocols engaging. Tobias adjusted the straps at Elias’s shoulder automatically, muscle memory from other sites like this—places where the air itself had become a liability. “Feels festive,” Tobias muttered, glancing at the snow piling against the curb. Elias didn’t answer. His eyes were on the house. Phi Alpha Gamma sat behind police tape and portable floodlights, its Greek letters still bolted proudly above the door. Someone had tried to decorate for Christmas. A string of lights drooped unevenly along the porch railing, half of them dark. One red bulb blinked intermittently, slow and tired, like a failing pulse. They crossed the threshold together. The front door stuck before giving way with a dull crack, wood warped by cold. Inside, the smell hit immediately even through the respirators—stale beer, the reek of cigar smoke, pine sap, old urine, something metallic beneath it all. The air felt wrong. Not thick, exactly. Just… used. Tobias swept his light across the living room. The Christmas tree lay on its side near the television, ornaments shattered across the floor like glittering debris. Tinsel clung to the couch cushions. One stocking hung torn from the mantle, its contents spilled and trampled. “No forced entry,” Tobias said quietly. “Whatever happened, it started inside.” Elias moved slowly, methodical. His gaze tracked details Tobias knew better than to ignore: drag marks in the carpet, smears on the arm of the couch already flagged with biohazard tape, a half-empty beer bottle knocked beneath the coffee table. The television was still on. Static hissed softly, filling the room with white noise. Tobias frowned and muted it. The sudden quiet felt heavier than the sound had. “Basement?” Elias asked. “Eventually,” Tobias said. “But let’s finish the main floor first.” They moved deeper into the house. The kitchen showed signs of interruption rather than chaos—chairs pushed back, a case of bottled beer stacked neatly near the counter as if someone had been in the middle of moving it. A faint trail of boot prints led toward the back hallway, then vanished. Elias stopped near the couch. “There,” he said. Tobias followed his line of sight. A single gift box sat on the center cushion, perfectly upright amid the mess. Red wrapping paper. A crisp silver bow. Untouched by the surrounding destruction. Two names were written on the tag in neat block letters. FOR TEX AND REAPER Neither of them moved for a moment. “Forensics couldn't have missed that,” Tobias said softly. “No,” Elias agreed. “That’s for us. Seems someone must have snuck in and left it for us.” The house creaked around them, settling in the cold. Somewhere deeper inside, a pipe knocked once and fell quiet. Elias stepped forward. “The Alpha wanted us to see this.” Elias stared at the box for a long moment before touching it. Protocol said to wait for a containment tech. Protocol also said do not interact with unknown media devices. But nothing about this scene had followed protocol so far, and the longer Elias looked at the box, the more certain he became that it wasn’t going anywhere on its own. Tobias shifted beside him. “You want me to call in a team and—” “No,” Elias said quietly. “If this is meant to be seen, it’s meant for us. I’m sure he wouldn’t leave us any clues on it.” He picked it up. The box was light. No ticking. No vibration. Inside, nestled in cheap green tissue paper, was a single black flash drive. No logos. Just plastic and metal, clean and deliberate. Elias’s jaw tightened. Picking it up and turning it around before finally seeing the small Korean anime girl etched on the case. “Of course,” Tobias muttered. “One of Pixel’s, I’m sure. Because who else would leave us such a clue?” They exchanged a glance. Then Elias walked to the television, inserted the drive into the side port, and stepped back. A single movie file was on the drive, and grabbing the remote, Elias selected it and hit play. The screen flickered. Static gave way to video. At first, it was hard to tell what they were seeing. The footage was shaky, handheld—someone laughing just out of frame. The camera swung wildly, catching glimpses of the frat house interior they were standing in now, but altered. Darker. Warmer. Lit by blinking red and green Christmas lights that were no longer there. Then the figures came into view. Tall. Inhumanly broad. Black, glossy skin reflecting the lights like polished stone. Horns curved from their heads in shapes that felt intentional—decorative, even. Several of them turned toward the camera at once. Each one waving at the screen. Their old team. Tobias inhaled sharply. “Jesus…” More figures moved into frame. Young men. Naked. Smiling. Elias’s stomach dropped as recognition set in—faces from the files he’d read in the SUV. Noah. Evan. Paul. Zach. Ty. Bran. All standing among the creatures as if they belonged there. All in advanced stages of being transformed. Every one of them looked altered in horrifying ways: posture too relaxed, expressions too vacant, eyes pure black. Horns starting to grow out of their heads, skin grey, teeth sharp and glistening. Their movements were uncoordinated but eager, like performers waiting for a cue. Except one. Derek Vance stepped into the center of the frame, pulling a chair behind him and slumping into it with a happy smile. He looked… unchanged. Mostly. Still human in shape. Still smiling the same easy, arrogant smile from his student ID photo. A cigar hung from his mouth, ember glowing as he took a slow drag but his pupils were blown open, with black veins creeping off around them. “Hey, Tex. Reaper,” Derek said cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Or would you prefer Toby and Elias? Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving.” Tobias froze. “He knows us. What a cocky little shit.” Derek laughed, smoke curling around his face. “Let me guess… Tex just said something cutting… Just so you both know, we already knew you both would be coming. We figured it’d be rude not to leave you something to open for Christmas. Don’t bother checking for anything of use on the box or drive… we made sure to hide our tracks.” He gestured behind him. The creatures shifted. The transformed frat brothers moved closer together. Someone off-camera began humming. The tune was unmistakable. Elias felt his blood go cold. The camera tilted, capturing a line of creatures standing behind each transforming frat guy. As if on cue, Derek walked over to who Eli guessed was Gravestone, the largest in the group, and quickly backed himself onto the massive cock with a groan, pulling out the cigar out of his mouth and locking lips with him before placing it in Gravestone’s mouth. Gravestone grinned at the camera and smacked Derek’s ass hard. For a brief moment they all stood there, and then it began. Each one of their former teammates took a turn, slamming their dick hard into their frat boy, as each frat boy began to individually moan in key each word to “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” Tobias turned away instinctively, letting out a muttered curse, but Elias couldn’t. His eyes burned. His hands clenched at his sides. Right as they reached the final part of the song, they sang in unison. “We wish you a Merry Christmas…” The camera rotated again as the sound of growls and moans echoed out into the room, each man cumming on the floor or into a frat brother. The camera stopped moving and faced the one holding it. The Alpha. Larger than the others. Horns more elaborate. Its grin was wide, teeth gleaming. It lifted one clawed hand and waved slowly at the lens. The gesture was almost friendly. The video cut back to Derek, with his cigar back in his mouth. His eyes were fully black now. “And a Happy New Year, Elias. We’re coming for you soon.” “Fucking bastard,” Elias whispered, jaw clenched. “Our master wanted me to say we’re long gone,” he said pleasantly. “Too late again, buddy. But don’t worry though—he’s very excited to see you.” He leaned closer to the camera drawing on his cigar and blowing it at the camera, before blowing a kiss at it.. The screen went black. The house was silent again. Tobias swallowed hard. “Elias… what in the actual fuck…” Elias didn’t answer. He was staring at the dark screen, his reflection faintly visible in it. The Alpha hadn’t just escaped. It had planned this. And it knew exactly who was coming next. Like it had a fucking crystal ball or something. Silence held the room long after the television went dark. Elias was the first to move. He reached up and pulled off his respirator, dragging in a sharp breath that tasted like dust and disinfectant and something older underneath. Tobias followed suit more slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as if that might erase what they’d just seen. “That was some psy-ops level shit right there. Tell me you’re as fucking disgusted as I am,” Tobias said finally. “Please.” Elias shook his head once. “Too coherent. Too… personal. He’s playing with us now.” He crossed the room and knelt near the couch, careful not to touch anything. The gift box sat open where he’d left it, innocent now, like it had never held anything at all. Around them, the house felt suddenly smaller—walls closing in, shadows pressing closer. Elias tapped his comm. “BLACKWELL Command, this is Reaper,” he said. His voice was steady, even if the rest of him wasn’t. “We’ve confirmed contact with the Alpha. I repeat, confirmed. Evidence recovered includes direct communication, pre-recorded taunting, and proof of full conversion of all seven subjects.” A pause. Static crackled faintly. “Copy that, Reaper,” came the reply, clipped and controlled. “We were able to see it ourselves from your live feed. Upload all the data immediately. New orders are pending.” Tobias leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over his chest. “They left it for us,” he said quietly. “Not just the video. The house. The scene. Like a god damn calling card.” “Yes,” Elias said. “And a warning.” His comm chimed again. “Reaper, listen carefully,” Command said. “Site status is now a Level 5 Quarantine. No recovery. No rescue. No pursuit beyond perimeter. You are to disengage and await further instruction.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Disengage,” he repeated. “With respect, Command, the Alpha is mobile. It’s recruiting. It knows our identities.” “We’re aware,” Command said. “Which is why this just escalated to Level 5. BLACKWELL is assuming full jurisdiction. A joint task force is being assembled.” Tobias let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Another fucking task force. Great. Like the last one they got.” “Tex,” Elias said softly, without looking at him. Command continued. “Reaper, there’s another factor. Medical flagged something in the subject files you reviewed. Derek Vance.” Elias didn’t respond immediately. “Yes,” he said after a beat. “I saw it.” “The CCR5-Δ32 mutation,” Command confirmed. “Same as yours.” Tobias straightened. “Your point being?” “The guys in the lab here think it likely explains why he reacted differently,” Command went on. “Why he isn’t transformed just like you. That makes Derek a dangerous vector, Reaper. Or worse… a prototype for the Alpha.” The word hung heavy in the air. Elias closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, whatever shock he’d felt was locked down, buried under years of training. “So what are my orders?” he asked. Another pause. Longer this time. “You and Tex are to return to base immediately,” Command said. “Medical screening. Another round of antivirals. Full debrief. After that— you’ll be on immediate standby.” “Fucking lovely. There went our Christmas, Mom and Trev are going to be furious. Control, what about the Alpha?” Tobias demanded, leaning toward the comm like it might answer him directly. “The Alpha is now designated a global bio-threat,” Command replied. “Reaper?” “Yes.” “If it reaches out again… we’ll need to activate Omega protocols.” The channel went dead. Elias lowered his hand slowly. The house seemed to exhale around them, as if relieved the conversation was over. Tobias looked at him. Really looked at him. “They’re saying this is bigger than Helixion, aren’t they?” “Yes.” “And that thing—” Tobias swallowed. “It knows you.” Elias glanced once more at the dark television screen, imagining the Alpha’s grin, the casual wave. “It always did, remember?” he said, tapping his head in annoyance. He replaced his respirator and turned toward the door. “Come on,” Elias added. “We’re done here. Leave the rest to the clean up team.” They both removed their suits and tossed them into the biohazard bin, listening as it locked electronically. Behind them, the frat house remained quiet and empty—quarantined, condemned, and marked. Reaching into his pocket, Elias pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling in annoyance. Tex looked over at him and sighed, muttering something about how Trevor would be pissed if he caught him smoking again. Elias sighed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him, his mind fixated on one thing. He knew, without a doubt, somewhere beyond the cordon, the Alpha was already planning its next gift. — Derek kept his head down as he walked, the leather collar of his jacket turned up against the cold. Sunglasses hid his eyes from the bright glow of the snow, and anyone passing him would’ve clocked him as just another student cutting through the neighborhood—nothing remarkable, nothing worth remembering. The phone pressed warm against his ear. “Hey Ty. Tell the Alpha they found it,” he said casually, voice light. “Wrapped it up real neat. Whole place is crawling with suits now.” A pause. Then a low, pleased hum from the other end. “Yeah, Blackwell is moving in now,” Derek continued, slowing as he reached the end of the block. A government SUV idled at the corner, its lights dark, engine murmuring. “They’re packing up the scene as we speak. Quarantine tape, stern faces, lots of very serious words.” He smiled. Behind the lenses, his eyes were pitch black. Another pause. Derek nodded along, even though Ty couldn’t see it. “Mm-hm. Told you they would. Always so predictable. Anyways, tell our Master that I’m off to the next recruit.” He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. For a moment, he just stood there, breathing in the winter air, listening to the distant sounds of radios and engines and people who thought they were still in control. Derek pulled a cigar from his coat, bit the tip, and lit it. He drew deep, savoring the burn in his lungs, the familiar calm settling over him. Next year, he thought, amused. Next year will be even more fun. He adjusted his coat as he walked toward the waiting car, posture relaxed, unhurried. His cock was hard and digging into his hip as he walked. With a brief grope, he adjusted his now massive uncut cock and balls and kept walking, sucking harder on the cigar and enjoying the feeling of the nicotine flowing through his toxic veins. The phone buzzed in his pocket again. Derek pulled it out and glanced down at the screen as he exhaled a thick stream of smoke, opening the PigLoadr app on his phone. Cumlvr99: You close? I need your load in me so bad, dude. Been taking loads all night. He smiled as a picture of the guy’s ass loaded on the screen, gaping and dripping with white cum. He typed back without breaking stride. Daddysboi25: On my way now. Hope your ready for me to change your fucking life. He opened the car door, checking himself out in reflection, adjusting the black leather coat and aviator glasses, adjusting his wavy black hair and touching the newly-placed septum ring in his nose. Pulling out the cigar for a brief moment, he let out a large glob of spit into the snow, smiling at the ever so slightly grey tinge to it. “Fuck, I look so much hotter now,” he said, grinning at his reflection. Satisfied, Derek stepped inside, smoke curling after him as the door shut, smoke filling the cabin. “Time to go claim another victim.” The engine revved as he pulled away from the curb. And somewhere, deep beneath the city’s noise and lights, something ancient and satisfied watched the road stretch open ahead. —------------------------------------- That concludes this year’s Christmas Special. We hope you enjoyed this one-off event, as it was a lot of fun writing it. With that, Merry Christmas from the Master Pathogen team. We hope you all have a great holiday and look forward to continuing the main story in the new year! - leatherpunk16 and kspozcum

it’s all i know from day 1. condoms was never a option

I wish I could do this to every hot man ass I see

I'm really fucking verbal when we're actually fucking (bareback). I don't say "fucking bareback" though because I guess I assume (if I'm meeting someone online) that if they've scanned my profile for even a second, the "bareback" is just assumed.... @onlyraw I think it can be both of these things, but it can also be a third thing. Some gays in the early days of HIV/AIDS refused to use condoms and only fuck "raw" as opposition to the whole "safe sex" movement and what they say as the governments oppression of homosexuality and lackluster response to the early days of HIV/AIDS. Who would have thought - bareback sex as a protest! 🙂

Thank you, this is perfectly said. I never say "fucking" without saying "fucking bareback". The distinction is huge. I love using bareback as a verb and as a noun. I love seeing and hearing the word when I'm spun. If you don't mind me verbalizing during sex I'll say the word "bareback" 100 times, often without any context at all. "Unprotected" is also a hot descriptor when applied to someone's hole or cock.

For me my mission in 2026 is to maximise the amount of different guys fisting me. My dream is to take 100 different fists in my cunt in the space of one year, making it so nearly every sexual encounter I have involves multiple guys and even if they just want a blowjob or to fuck that they eventually get their hands in my hungry hole 🥵

Just got back from the gym, no drips, no runs, no errors. 🙂 A real accomplishment. Lately, once He's got me opened, He likes to pull out all the way, then plunge back in balls deep, then pull out all the way, hole gaping, then plunge back in. i wonder if He realizes He is pumping me full of air when He does that? Would be kinda hot if He knows that and does it on purpose lol, but it does make it harder later on when He is gone and i'm trying to hold HIs cum in and absorb it lol. i know other guys can relate ❤️

I can't find the words for what happened summer 2025. We were three. Me, my partner, and my first ex, the guy who took my virginity. Well, I'm the man who took my current partner's virginity. We were naked, in the hot weather, one thing led to another. And my first man, became my partner's second. It was sort of getting a rite of passage virtually back.

Been so active lately it's been so much damn fun. Whether to start or count somewhere between a few days ago being massaged and fucked and bred 5 times on the massage table and then the man taking me to a bottom and us fucking and breeding the bottom tag teaming. To the next day where went to see a top and he had a bottom and we both fucked and bred the bottom. To the baths where played with a cute bear latino guy lots of fun passionate making out and sensuality and him fucking me on all fours for a good while before breeding me and making out more and him breeding me again but this time on my back. I asked if he was a top only and he said no so we corrected that. I got hard instantly and long dick fucked him with my spit and raw uncut cock and made him moan and whimper and fucked him for a good while before breeding. To the most recent last night being fucked buy a huge long dicked guy in a play area and then an extremely hot furry bear with a sexy long beard fucking me in my room but not breeding. And then playing with a very hot older silver daddy bear who was passionate and commanding and Dominating in me sucking and servicing him and him fucking and breeding me. To fun and agressive sensual making out to me fucking him roughly and agressive and breeding him and then me riding his cock and him breeding me again. And somewhere with the next guy being a white bearded bear who I serviced and sucked and he fucked me for a bit but lots on instinctual grunts and groans and growls especially when I fucked and bred him. And then going back to my room a younger latino bearded guy with a huge long uncut cock long dicking me in my room fucking me raw. But leaving the baths and not finishing with him to go see a regular Top with a long dicked curved dick that he has me deepthroat and got to get on top of him and jack my cock against his ass and almost came from fucking his crack since he didn't want his hole fucked. After some making out and sensuality then me being on my side and him fucking me with his long curved cock until he put me on my belly and fucking pulled out completely several times abusing my hole until he fucked me furiously and bred me shooting a huge load in me. And somewhere inbetween sucking a few guys off and jacking my own cock and cumming from a man fucking my face and jacking my cock and cumming when the curved dick top fucked me.

I'm a sissy, and dress the part. I have short skirts and dresses, many different stockings, silky tops, nice wigs...you get the idea. I also wear a chastity cage for two reasons. First, it lets a man know he's in charge, and second, it keeps me from getting hard. Before I started wearing a cage, I would get hard, and even though I wanted to be the bottom, a hookup would play with my cock and make me cum. Why was that not desirable? Let's say I'd have post nut clarity, fully realize I was having sex with a man, and I'd be done. Ready to leave, or kick my partner out immediately. The mood would be over for me. My cock safely locked up makes me the bottom I want to be. I never had a steady partner. I would hook up through "dating" sites or classifieds, preferring to travel, and occasionally host. When traveling, I'd have my sexy girl clothes under something baggy, so I'd be reasonably discreet. I'd put my cage on and usually not bring the key. Sometimes I'd link with the same person more than once, but as I said, never a steady partner. One Friday night, a man named Leo hits me up on chat. I've been with him a couple of times over the past year or so. Nice full cock, but not too big. Taller with a chubby build. I try not to criticize anyone for their hobbies, but Leo was a bit of a drinker. Sometimes his chats would start to get incoherent, then stop. He'd later explain he was drinking. This night, his texts were staying cool, so my chances of going over were good. He's looking at my profile tags and asking questions. Leo: It says here you like groups? Me: Ive only been with 2 men at once, one time. Would love to do it again (lol) Leo: and bondage? Me: yeah, nothing crazy, just like handcuffs. Light bondage stuff Leo: I know you like it when I smack your ass, you like it rough, right bitch? Me: Yes daddy Leo: I'm gonna rape you tonight Me: Damn, I've always fantasized about being raped..... Leo: Get your fat ass over here bitch Me: yes sir, be there in 30 I clean out and dress up in a PVC mini-dress, fishnet stockings, lacy panties, and of course, my cage with it’s little padlock locked. I was not taking the key. I put some sweat pants and a loose jacket on and was at Leo’s in 30 minutes. He opens the door and invites me in. I quickly shed the jacket and pants. He’s all over me, feeling my ass, kissing the back of my neck while he leads me to the bedroom. I can tell he’s been drinking a little, but not really drunk. He pulls my hands behind me and clicks on some handcuffs. Before I can argue, he’s kissing me, shoving his tongue down my throat. I can taste the tequila he’s been drinking. This big, alpha black man has complete control of my sissy white ass. He pulls down his shorts revealing his massive black cock, and forces me on my knees to admire it. To kiss it. To open my throat and accept this manhood. Leo pulls away and grabs the bottle of tequila on his dresser and takes a big, long drink from it. He returns facing me and gets on his knees, and pulls down my panties. Leo: Where’s the key? Me: At home, sir Leo: Wait here, I can’t rape you in this cage thing. He gets up and leaves the room. He comes back with a large pair of wire cutters and proceeds to cut the padlock off of my chastity cage. He starts stroking my little cock, getting it as hard as I can get. He goes and takes another big drink of tequila. Me: Hey, I’m really not looking... Leo: Shut your sissy faggot mouth! Said I’m gonna rape you! Leo gets on his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. He starts sucking quickly and with vigor. He stops for a moment. Leo: Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, I ain’t no faggot. Me: Yes sir. He gets me so close in no time by sucking. Me: Oh god, I’m gonna cum! Leo: Don’t you dare! He puts his lips back on my cock and I explode! While I’m still cumming he stands up and slaps me across the face. I fall back on the bed and the handcuffs click a few notches tighter, digging into my wrists. Me: Ok, that was fun. You need to uncuff me, I’m done. Leo: Sure, lemme put that metal thing back on ya dick. Leo’s definitely drunk now. His speech is slow and slurred. He’s not gentle putting the cage back on and gets my skin pinched a couple times. He has a wire tie to lock the cage back on. I now am feeling a little ridiculous with this cage on, in a mini-dress, handcuffed tightly. Me: Cool, thanks. Can you uncuff me so I can go home? He smacks me across my face again. Leo: I ain’t started raping you yet! Now you’re not willing an wanna leave. Now it’s the rape you wanted bitch. He smacks me again, and I start to cry. He flips me on my belly and spreads my legs. He restrains them to the corners of the bed with some straps. He pulls my ass up and I think he’s going to fuck me raw against my will, but he’s gone soft. He comes around and positions himself so he can lay down and makes me suck his dick, and while I’m doing just that on his mostly soft cock, he falls asleep. I stop sucking. The handcuffs are really starting to dig in and hurt. I work myself down the bed and try to undo the straps around my ankles. That’s when I hear the front door shut. I start to panic. Unknown voice: Leo! Where are you at? Got our money? Three (or maybe four) men come in the bedroom and start laughing at Leo passed out and me helplessly restrained dressed up as a sissy in the bed. They start looking around the room for money. Me: Hey guys, can you let me up? I was just here for a little fun before he passed out. I can help look for the money. Unknown man: Listen fag. We’re not gay, but if we can’t find the money, we’re going to each take a turn fucking you to teach Leo a lesson. Do you like being his girlfriend now bitch? I was speechless and helpless. I lost track of how many cocks slammed my ass. My wrists were bleeding from the cuffs. None of the men bothered with a condom. After they all were done they left me restrained to the bed and handcuffed. I was trying to undo the straps when Leo woke up. Leo: Where the fuck you think you’re going? I’m going to rape your ass now bitch. After I cum, I’ll let you go. Joe and the gang will be over for some cash I owe them. You don’t want to cross them, those nasty fags all are POZ and try to trick anyone they can into taking their dirty seed...

my dick

I'm having a sale on clothes and condoms back at my place... They're both gonna be 100% off. Those are some nice legs... What time do they open for breeding? I am being cheesy though. I will just say I want his ass flat out.

A clear nonverbal for me is when a man slides his hand over my ass and slips his middle finger between my crack. Either over my pants or on my bare ass it’s a clear indication that he wants to breed me. Another is when they turn me around. Then I know they want me to bend over for breeding. No need for talk. I know what he needs.

but I think my favorite is when a guy grabs my ass without any words or while introducing himself, or slips his hand down my shorts and puts his finger on my hole.

I visited my long-term cocksucker today. Fed him yesterday and decided to feed him again today. He pista when he is open in doublelist. When I arrived I quickly found out that he was servicing three men already. All three sitting with their cocks out and hard. I dropped my jeans and waited my turn. He really is a great full cocksucker. I'm watched him take three loads before he serviced me to completion. He really is a talented fag.

Just a heads up. if the smiley faces replace the dialogue indicator, then 😧 is suppposed to be "D : " to show Dre is talking. Ron had finally done it. He had successfully tracked down the men who had abducted his son. Harvey was an 18-year-old adult that suddenly stopped all contact with his father. They were close father and son. The police wouldn’t listen to Ron when he tried to do a missing persons report. They just said that’s what 18-year-olds do, they leave the nest. They start their lives. But Ron knew that it was something more that just that. Ron had tracked down every lead himself since the police were no help whatsoever. This led Ron to a man known on the streets as Dre. Dre was a drug dealer on the streets and amateur porn producer. He was known on the streets for picking up young men and women and exploiting them for drugs. And after following all the leads for his son, Ron finally tracked down the building that Dre worked out of. He had no plan. He had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that his son was supposedly in the building and he was not going to leave without him. Ron had bribed the security man at the outside door of the building. The man said he would get him in but getting out was all on him. Ron agreed and paid the man to enter the building. Ron walked along a hallway with many open doors. Each one was a sex scene being recorded by camera men and static cameras in the corners of the room. Young men were being assaulted in every room he looked into. He didn’t care what he was viewing, he just needed to continue on to the next room to find his son. Every once and a while there was a small room in between the bigger scene rooms with one sided windows. These were obviously for viewing and directing the scene from a distance. Eventually, Ron came across the infamous Dre in one of the small satellite rooms. Dre turned to look at Ron, laughed and then returned his gaze to the twink in the next room. Dre was this large frame of a man with a muscular physique. He has the kind of body that looks like he is flexing all the time. Dre turned to Ron and speaks. D: I heard you were looking for me. Well, more like looking for your little boy. I allowed you to get this far into my business for my amusement. I love watching young men turning into young whores for my product. But I love even more when I can watch their loved ones cry as it happens. Just look over here and see how your supposedly straight son is getting smoked out by one of my guys. Ron looks over at the window into the other room and sees his son sitting in his underwear with another big black man. They are blowing clouds together and turning to the cameras in the room to show off. D: See how good of a little whore he becoming. Ron’s face distorts itself and he begins to tear up. D: Up until now, all our straight boy has had to do to get smoked out is suck on some BBC. He doesn’t know it yet but this time is different. More drugs means I need more on camera. His little white ass is going to get smashed. And there is nothing you can do about it Mr. Dad. Ron’s face turns to horror as he watches the big black man’s hands all over his unsuspecting son’s body. It’s obvious that Harvey is already feeling good. The big black man starts playing with Harvey’s nipples and the twink starts making slight noises. Ron watches in horror was his son is molested before his very eyes. When the man uses his fingers to tug at the twink’s underwear, slightly nudging them down, inch by inch. When the twink’s underwear finally fall to the ground, the black man grabs him and bends him over the small bed they are sitting on. He sticks is tongue right into the teen’s virgin hole. Moans echo in the room. The supposed straight guy is loving his hole rimmed. He’s so high that he cant think of what might be happening next. All Harvey cares about is the tongue digging deeper into his ass. The black man turns to the one-way window and smiles to Dre. D: oh it’s just a matter of time now. Stay where you are at and you’ll get to be the first to watch your son take his first dick. Might be his last too. You see my man in the room has a thick dick. Like beer can thick and well, your son might not be able to walk straight after he is done opening him up. R: Please. Man just please. Stop this. I don’t have much money but you can have it. Every red cent, just please don’t let him rape my son. I’ll do anything you want, just keep that monster dick away from him. Don’t let him ruin my son. Hearing these words sent chills down Dre’s spine. He felt the sincerity in the man’s voice. He knew he would do anything to save him son from the huge black dick breaking his son in two pieces. Dre looked at the desperate father and gave him an evil smile. D: okay. I’m feeling generous. There is one thing and one thing only that can save your son from the internal rearranging my friend in there is about to do to your son. You see, if I don’t get this scene as it’s planned out, I need something equally entertaining for my video business. It comes down to the money you see. And your son is going to make me a lot of money, one way or another. Ron started having a pain in his stomach. What would be the price for his son’s safety from that monster black dick? D: I’ll agree to pull my friend out of the room, I’ll even let you take your son home. If you can pay the price. Ron reached for his wallet. D: Put that away you fool. I don’t want your cash. No, what I want from you is pretty revolting to some but extremely hot to others. Others that will be willing to pay a lot to watch. You see, the price to pull that BBC out is to put your white one in. Ron was confused. He wasn’t following what Dre was saying. D: Let me make it simple for you. You go in there and fuck your son with your smaller white dick. I do believe you are smaller, unless you can beat my friend’s 12 inches of meat. What are you packing Mr. Dad? Ron’s mind was going a million miles a minute. What was he asking him to do with his son? To set him free? Without fully processing he answered. R: I’ve got 8 inches. But I can’t… D: Nice, bigger than what I was thinking but it’s a nice surprise. Yup, you go in there and pound a warm load into your 18-year-old boy and he’s free to leave. Unless he comes back, but that’s a bridge we can come across later. R: You’ve got to be joking. I can’t… I could never … D: Well you better decide fast. You see my friend in there is about to give your son a booty bump. He’ll be ready to fuck as soon as that hits. R: I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t even if I wanted to. D: Oh don’t worry about that. I’ll smoke you out a bit and here, take one of these. Dre hands Ron a Cialis D: Now throw it in your mouth and swallow. For your boy’s sake. Unless you want him to be split in two by my friend. Ron looks into the window and watches his son’s ass being tongued and opened orally. The black man already was fingering his son with 2 fingers. When he pushed in 3 fingers, the man again turned to the window and smiled. D: it’s now or never Mr. Dad. Yes or no? R: okay … just call off your friend. D: Okay but you need to take the pill now. Right now! Ron throws the pill in his mouth and swallows it. D: Good bro – haha, oh this is going to be so fucking good. A real life father and son. Just think of the video traffic for this one scene. A little suggestion – just think of him as a whore to be fucked and thrown away. That should get you in the right headspace to pound a good load. Dre smirks and knocks on the window loud enough for his friend to hear. A look of disappointment comes over the black man in the room. He pulls his fingers out of the young man’s ass. Disappointment becomes anger. The man turns to the window.. Man: oh come on. He was supposed to be all mine. Again the knocking comes through the window. This agitates the black man. He slaps the teen’s ass and says he’ll be right back. He gets up and goes out the door. He comes into the viewing room and goes over to his boss and asks what happened. Dre explains the new plan to the unnamed black man. Man: oh bro, that’s dark. That’s fucked up. I fucking love it. Dre explains what he needs from the mess of a man that is trying to save his son. D: you go in there and smoke out with him. You do know how to hit the pipe right? Yeah, good. Once you are feeling good and the pill kicks in, you become a man on a mission. To get your dick wet with spit and then you force a load into your son’s straight boy ass. R: IF! If I can do this, your word I can take my boy home? D: Of course, for as long as he can stay away from here. I cant promise he wont want to come back but you are free to leave. After I get my video. Don’t worry, I’ll crop your face out of the scene or smudge your face. No one will see it was you. Dre was lying through his teeth. He wanted the camera to capture a real father son interaction. That’s what the men would pay for. D: Now go in there and pop that boy’s cherry hahaha The black man lead Ron into the room with visible cameras scattered around the room. Ron sat in a recliner and just starred at his son. Harvey was pretty high already and did not see who had came into the room. All he was concerned with was the black man had come back with a new pipe billed with a large puddle in the bulb. The man took a large rip and passed the pipe to the straight boy. Harvey took his rip and blew out a large cloud. He passed the pipe to the new man in the room. A thick cloud was in his way, so he could not make out who he had just passed the pipe to. Ron took advantage of this time, he took 3 big rips from the pipe. He needed to get a little fucked up before he could start this impossible mission. Ron passed the pipe back the black man. The man purposely waited for a few minutes of calm before passing the pipe directly to Harvey. Harvey starts to take his hit and looks over at the new guy in the room. That’s when it happens. H: oh hi dad. Harvey takes his hit without even thinking about what he just said. He passes the pipe to his dad. Their hands touch and the full realization of the situation hits Harvey. H: OH fuck. Oh fuck. Dad, where did you come from? This isn’t what you think? I’m not gay. I swear I’m not gay. Harvey tries to put his hands over his exposed dick and balls. Man: No, this boy is not gay. He’s just butt naked smoking some bomb shit and sucking some big dick to get a little high. Not gay at all. Harvey is starting to get flustered. Ron thought to himself, I’m sorry my son, but I need to do what I have to to get you out of here. Ron: just fucking take your hit boy! Harvey immediately takes the pipe and takes his hit as directed. The pill is starting to kick in and Ron is starting to get hard. He starts rubbing the front of his pants, playing with his growing crotch. Ron hits it and releases a big cloud. He hands the pipe back to the black man in the room. He refills the pipe and hands it back to the dad. It’s as this point that the black man leaves the pair alone in the room. Harvey is trying to start up conversation with his dad but his dad is focused on his mission. When he hands the pipe to his son, he holds his hand for a moment and looks into his saucer eyes. R: Listen you Tina whore, I’m here to save you, so shut the fuck up and get on your knees and suck my dick. Harvey is in shock. He can’t believe he is hearing these words from his dad. Ron takes the brief moment to throw off his shirt. He undoes his pants and drops them. He kickes them off to the side. He starts rubbing his growing dick through his boxers. He slides the underwear off and sits back down on the recliner. H: are you messing with me? because I’m so fucking high. Good joke dad. R: do I look like I’m joking. Ron slaps his hard dick against his stomach. All 8 inches are filled out. A wet spot forms on the tip of the dad’s dick. H: Please dad. Please don’t make me do this? R: This is what you do right? This is how you pay for your drugs? Well come over and learn your lesson. Harvey starts to tear up. He gets down on his knees in front of his dad. He reaches in front of him and grabs his dad’s throbbing dick. H: Please dad. Stop this. I’m straight. I swear I like girls. R: Well, the drugs have made you the girl today. Stop fucking around and suck my dick. Now! Here, take the pipe and blow a cloud on my dick, that will break the ice. Harvey takes a hit and bends forward and takes his dad’s dick in his mouth. He get’s halfway down on it before blowing out the smoke. R: Again. Harvey repeats and gets 6 inches down into his mouth before blowing out the smoke. Ron takes advantage of the open mouth and thrusts forward. His son gags on the full 8 inch dick inside his throat. He cant breath with the dick in the way. He tries to pull off and his dad just keeps thrusting forward into the son’s throat. Eventually he gives in and lets the teen gasp for air. H: Dad please. I cant take that any more. R: that’s okay. I got all the throat slime I needed to get on my dick. Now on the bed. Show me that wet hole. I know it’s still wet, the other guy was licking you like you liked it. Harvey climbed up on the bed and bent forward on his knees. This left his hole exposed to his dad. He was going to move around to face his dad face to face when Harvey felt a wet tongue dive deep into hole. A wave of pleasure runs up and down the teen’s body. The straight boy starts making his noises again. Then just as fast as it had started, the rimming stops and the teen is left saddened. He doesn’t have time to move when he feels a pressure on his backside. He’s never felt this kind of pressure to it is a bit foreign to him. That’s when he realizes it’s a pressure on his ass hole. it’s a dick head pushing into his ass hole. H: NO. NO, DAD NO. PLEASE DON’T. I’m straaaaaa The teen had little warning. He was mid statement when the big white dick head pushed into his hole. The dick was an inch or two inside his aching ass. H: NOOOOOOOO Take it out. Fucking take it out. Please R: Gawd your so fucking tight. This will be a whole lot faster if you stop whining. Just relax and let me concentrate. H: Pleeeeeese stop. The dad takes a breath, grabs his son by the hips and pushes forward again. He is now half way inside his son. H: It hurts dad. Please stop. Harvey gets excited as his dad is pulling his hard dick out slowly. He stops at the head. Ron spits down on his dick and then pushes back. He bottoms out and the teen tries to get away. Ron lunges forward and both bodies go forward until they are flat against each other. R: I’m sorry son but you brought this on yourself. Ron uses his knees to open his son’s legs and gives himself leverage. He starts jabbing his dick in and out of the teen. Harvey is no longer making noises that sound like a wounded animal. He is now grunting with every thrust. Ron feels his son relax his hole and makes the trusting a little easier on his 8 inches. Ron finally pulls out and his son starts to get excited. H: Thank you. Thank you for stopping. Ron does not answer. He just forcefully moves his son into a different position. He puts Harvey on his back and looks down. Harvey’s body is betraying him sporting a hard dick from all the anal assault. Ron looks down and then back as his son’s face. R: Less heterosexual and more like hetero-flexible. Ron has to stop himself from laughing. This is not a laughing matter. R: it’s almost over son. Just try and relax. H: Almost over? Ron pulls his son’s legs up over his shoulders and pushes his dick back into the devirginized hole. Harvey lets out a yelp as the entire length pushes back inside of him. The son stops making any kind of protest and just closes his eyes as he feels his dad glide over his prostate over and over. Harvey reaches down between his legs and jerks off while his dad is busy trying to focus on his nut. That’s when both of them realize the black man is back in the room with them. He’s holding a handheld camera getting closeups of the dad’s dick smashing into the teen’s ass. The balls slapping, the sound of skin on skin contact. Harvey goes silent as he starts shooting his load onto his chest. Ron looks down at the mess his son just made and it grosses him out. It just makes him fuck faster and harder. R: I’m almost there. Almost there. H: OMG dad. Remember to pull out. Don’t cum in me. Please don’t cum in me. R: SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! Ahhhhhhhh Ron slams into his son’s body and stays in place as he shoots his thick load inside his boy. The black camera man goes in for a close up as Ron pulls out. White cum leaks out of the teen’s ass as the hole closes slowly. Man: Yeah boy. That’s the shot everyone wants to see. You leaking your daddy’s cum. What a little hoe. The man holds the camera out, focused on himself as he goes down to the ass. He starts licking the cum out of the hole. he zoomed in so the cum on his tongue was visible. Man: All tastes good to me. Ron is just standing there sporting his hard on. He wonders how long that pill would keep him pointing out. He starts putting his clothes back on. Harvey is slowly moving from the bed to standing upright. He locates his clothes that he had discarded before his dad had showed up. Once everyone was dressed, Dre opens the door, careful not to enter the room or get caught on camera. He ushered the father and son into the little side room where they waited for Dre to start talking. D: Okay, I’m a man of my word. You can take your son home. For now, here you earned this. Dre throws Harvey a full baggie of Tina. D: I know you’ll be back for more of my shit. You Harvey are welcome back anytime you need to smoke out and bust a nut. That means you too Mr. Dad. You weren’t too bad. You were actually quite good on camera. A lot of guys can’t perform in front of a camera. You’re welcome too. And if you guys come back together, well then we’re talking some serious money. Just remember it’s not about gay or straight. With Miss Tina, it’s all about getting that nut. Ron grabs his son by the shirt and shoves him forward through the building. They get outside to Ron’s car. R: Son this better be the last time I find you here. I’m sorry for what I had to do in there. It was the only way he would let you go. I love you son. H: I love you too dad. Harvey went home and cried over what had happened to him. He had been fucked and fucked hard by his own dad. He had been cummed in like he did his girlfriend. He had cum from getting fucked. That one was harder to reconcile. Then he remembered what Dre had said. “Just remember it’s not about gay or straight. With Miss Tina, it’s all about getting that nut.” Harvey swore to his dad that he would never go back to the building and put himself in that situation again. And he really meant it. That is until he smoked up all the tina that Dre had given him. Ron overheard his son talking to his girlfriend about how they needed to get more tina and that they could work for it with Dre. Ron couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only had his son lied to him but he was going right back into the horrible situation. Well then, he thought to himself, he wasn’t the only one invited back. Maybe he would go over too. Maybe he would go over and fuck his son again and be able to admit that he loved every minute of it.

Get a shirt/tank that says "CUMDUMP" on it? A lot of the twinks will roll down the waist band of their gymshorts so their jock shows to signal. I wear gym shorts almost daily and keep them pretty low anyway....not sure how effective this is. Or - just say "I want you to breed me" or "I want your load" or any variation of that. Grab his hand and stick it down your pants so he can feel your ass/hole. And agree with @Sfmike64 if you're at a venue where you can get away with having even a pair of jeans you've torn open in the back...or can just wear a jock....go for it. But dud, your normal gear is sending plenty of "breed me" vibes....so maybe invest in a bat-signal you can shine on the wall or ceiling near you? lol

You sound like my kind of man Total bf material I could use and whore out to other pigs

I hate the feel of condoms on my cock, I love the feeling of the bottoms hole. I hope my top feels the same way!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all! It’s going to be a great year, as I have not been this horny in a long time!!

I think you need to get out more. It's definitely not creepy, and it is definitely widely accepted between men that need to show the kids how to fuck, and take pride in their work. I'm no chickenhawk, but I've fucked the feathers off a number of them through the years. It's up to the more "experienced" to pass our learned-talents down to the younger guys. If we don't do that, then how will they learn?

I don't know about being drugged, but I would definitely love to fall asleep at a bathhouse and wake up covered in CUM!

I think the obsession is the defining quality. You just dont crave fucking a lot, instead you are absolutely obsessed with fucking. No matter how much you get it is NEVER, NEVER enough. I can be fucked until I am exhausted, intellectually I know I need to stop, but I just want more, always more. Personal safety and well being is less important than finding someone to fuck me again. And there isnt even a remote thought of turning down a cock. All I think is PLEASE Fuck me, breed me. In my saner moments I recognize this is not a healthy way to be. There is more to life than this endless, unrelenting desire and need to fuck. I know some think it is sooooooo hot and have great fantasies about being a cumdump. But the reality may not turn out to be the wonderful fantasy some think it will be. If I had a true choice I would not be the way I am. But the cravings are unrelenting. And the doing of it is just so incredibly satisfying. But there is no checklist that defines you as one. No body count that you need to reach to make you qualify. You will know you are one when you realize that a cock or hole to fuck is ALL you care about. No matter the price you must pay to have it.

Goals: To seek more sex with straight married guys. Focus on group sex with many tops. Suck more cock. Personal-To have a relationship with a guy. I want to be faithful with a man who I can love and be bred all times without going the hops with random guys.

My primary goals for 2026 are: ■ Partying/PnP: strive to have more regularly planned, ongoing small group parTying/PnP sessions. ■ Dad/son encounters: increase the number and frequency of getting fucked and bred by young sons—establish a reliable stable of young sons I service on a recurring, ongoing basis—including getting gangfucked and used as a cumdumpster by a small group of sons. Primary locations: Oregon [OR]—Portland, Salem, Wilsonville, Tualatin, Hubbard, Aurora, Newberg, Mt. Angel, Silverton, Mollala.

I went to the park after dark in track pants, lubed up my hole, leaned again the rail on the bridge. It was extremely dark. After about a minute, a bear bro came up behind me and felt me up. I reached back and felt his cock through his shorts and I pushed them down, I played with the pre-cum on his cock head. He pulled down my track pants to find my pre-lubed hole, he guided his cock into my hole, he pushed me over forward to get good access. I realaised he is an old buddy of mine. It was hot to have his cock in my hole again, I love his full body contact, he is great at bear hugging.

You need to let a lot more men know you've got a BIG cock.

Yesterday bookstore ass up face down window in booth open door open lubed ready three guys bred me anon

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

I have told a bottom I’d go off meds for a couple of days just to give him my viral load. Of course, he’s Poz too, so there’s that.

Need to hear about his second session with his friends. Definitely stealthed, can imagine that ripped condom round the base of his cock as he pounds his hole raw Me I know myself it should be wrapped but once he slide into me raw i wouldn't be able to stop. I'd just keep fucking and when I start to say we need to stop. Good thrust/ram would make me groan and make me say fuck me. Add in dirty poz talk woof, his poz precum coating my insides, no way hes pulling out.

Chapter 7 - Kenny’s POV Damn! I had just shot my third load of the night into the hottest little white pussy boy I had ever fucked. He was a virgin until earlier tonight, and he took my 14.5” and thick as a beer can big black dick like a champ. I even got to use my new PA that was meant to tear up neg pussy boy insides so that my highly viral load could get deep inside and infect them with my strains of HIV. My latest visit to the doc at the county health department had gone well, at least in my eyes. He’d been trying to get me on meds for years, but I told him I couldn’t afford them. For some reason, I didn’t qualify for the free program either. Maybe it was because even though I’m pretty poor on paper, I still make too much to qualify. I know for real I make good money though because I sell lots of good drugs on the side and have quite the long list of clients always hitting me up from premo shit. Either way, the doc was telling me that my viral load count was getting dangerously high, and if I kept down this path by my next visit I’d most likely have full blown AIDS. My viral load count was 2.5 million and my CD4 was at 103. He told me if my CD4 got below 100, then that’s considered full blown AIDS. While he was concerned, my dick chubbed up at the thought of having a truly huge death stick ready to convert any neg bottom who needed to be owned by a BBC. That’s when I went to my tattoo and piercing guy and asked him what he could do to help me out. He showed me the new PA that had 6 very sharp pointed spikes that went all around the circle of the PA and were meant for nothing more than to rip and tear open the insides of whatever hole was being fucked. I chubbed up again. I laughed an evil laugh and told him to ring it up while he just smirked at me and said that he feels for any hole that gets used by me with that on. “Even if you weren’t hung like a motha fucka, Kenny, that thing would do damage. As huge as you are and how rough you fuck, you’re liable to send some bitch to the hospital needing stitches in his ass,” he said. “Does that mean you’re volunteering?” I asked. “Hell no! Once with you was enough. My hole still trembles thinking about how hard you used me that time when I couldn’t pay up for my stash.” “It’s all good. I mean I enjoyed your ass, but I know you prefer to top, so it’s not as much fun if you’re not truly into it. I like to make guys scream, moan, bleed, but I also want them to be into it too. I mean rape can be hot too in the right situation, but I much prefer a partner who begs and wants this snake versus one who complains or whines about it,” I said. “By the way, if you get any other piercings like this that are twisted, let me know.” “You got it, man. Hey, if you really want to do more damage, we can always do a Jacob’s Ladder piercing on you. As big as you are, we could probably get 10 bars down the length of your dick.” “Let me think about it. I know it’s hot but with as much travel as I do, that’s a lot of piercings to take in and out every time I have to go through the metal detectors at the airport,” I said. I then paid for the piercing, dropped my pants and put it in while my bud just laughed. I told him I needed to see how it felt and was on my way out the store. Armed with a lethal PA and deadly toxic seed, I sought out the first bottom I could find. Of course he couldn’t take it, so I was frustrated. Then I was out of commission for two weeks trying to pass another damn kidney stone, so when Tre hit me up and told me that he had a hot young white boy pussy that was almost virgin, I was hoping I’d get to finally unleash the beast and release two weeks worth of built up toxic seed. Fuck, he was so worth it. I got him high as fuck and tore his ass up with my deadly spiked PA. Tre’s boyfriend Javi saw how much damage I was doing to the white pussy boy and demanded for me to wreck his insides as well. Even though I’m pretty sure that I converted both Tre and Javi, I had caught a new strain of HIV since we had last played, so I was sure I could get Javi sick again with my new strain if I fucked him hard enough. I hadn’t got to tell Tre of Javi the latest news from my doc, but I would later once things calmed down. I know I had turned them into kinky stealth fuckers like me after I had stealthed them both, so it was hot watching them spread my strain and hear their stories of their conquests. But, I needed to get back to the present. Tyler wanted more cock, and my evil brain knew who just to invite over. “So Ty, you want more big dick huh? You think you can take more? I mean I know some pretty big guys,” I asked. “Do you really, Kenny? I mean like are they as big as you? Or bigger?” Ty asked. I laughed out loud. “You horny little pussy boy. You want a dick even bigger than mine? Do you think you could take it?” Ty just giggled like a little school girl. So, I asked him what was funny. “If you get me high enough, I could probably take a dick a little bigger than yours. I don’t know. My insides feel totally opened and wet. But my hole just keeps wanting more dick. I think the slam really made my hole hungry. Does it do that?” “Yes, it does, especially for white boy cum sluts like yourself. I do have a buddy that’s bigger than me, but I don’t know if he’s gonna be free. I can text him and see. But, I do know some buds that are probably chillin right now that would be down to breed your white ass with their big dicks. Do you want me to text them too?” “Really? Tre, Javi, is it ok if we invite them over? I mean this is your place. I don’t want to seem rude by trying to invite more guys over without your permission,” Ty asked. “Sure, I’m down. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get another load out of Tre of Kenny for at least another hour while they recharge, but I’m ready to breed you while we wait for others to arrive,” replied Javi. “Sweet! OK, Kenny. Text all of your buds and see if they want to breed me. By the way, how big is the guy that’s bigger than you?” “I’m not going to tell you, slut. You only get to find that out in person,” I told Ty. I picked up my phone and texted my bud that was bigger than me and three other buds and told them what was going down. One hit me back right away asking for pics of the little white boy pussy. “Ty, get on your back and pull your legs back to your shoulders. I need to take a pic of that hungry white boy pussy for my buds.” Ty didn’t question my command at all and did exactly as he was told. I wondered if he wasn’t so high would he still obey as quickly. I decided to file that in the back of my mind for later confirmation. I took pics of his whole body, his face, his cute little nipples, his little dick, and his gaping hole that was red, torn, and still dripping reddish tinted cum. I texted those to my bud. He quickly asked for the address. So I sent it to him. He said he’d be on the way and was bringing his bro with him. I texted back that it was cool, the more the merrier. I told Ty that one of my buds was interested and he got all smiley and happy. Javi then said, “Well since you’re presenting that pretty pussy like that, I might as well fuck it.” Javi mounted Ty and started fucking him. Tre got up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom, Tre was like that was the hottest fuck he ever had. And he was thinking about getting a PA like mine. I told him I could hook him up with my guy if he was serious. Then he asked, “So, you think we got him knocked up?” I just laughed and told him about my recent visit with the doc, my numbers, and my new strain. “Fuck, so you probably just gave it to the kid and recharged Javi too!” “That was the plan, bro. My dick was hungry after going two weeks with no sex.” My phone buzzed and another of the guys hit me up. I quickly sent him the details and he replied back he was down. So, I gave him the address and he said he’d be there in 15 minutes. The first bud texted me that he had stopped for gas and would be there in about 10 minutes. I told Tre that they were coming. “You think that bitch and take some more big dicks?” “Yeah, and who do you know that’s bigger than you, bro? You know I rarely bottom, but for a big dick like yours, I like the challenge,” Tre said. I laughed, and told him the same thing I told Tyler. You’ll have to see it in person. He just laughed and agreed. I told him if he hits me back up we’ll see what happens. “You ready to go back in there and get him slammed again. Do you think another .7 or is that too much?” Tre just shrugged his shoulders and asked if I wanted him passed out again. I thought about it and the guys that were coming. “Well two of the guys that are coming are poz also. One has a biohazard tattoo on his back. Do you think the kid will figure it out if he sees that?” Tre just shook his head and said that he thought the kid was pretty naive, so probably not. “What about the third guy? Is he poz?” asked Tre. “I don’t know dude. Never met him before. But if he’s been playing with my bud raw, then there’s a good chance he is.” “Damn, we need to get the details. I don’t want no one freaking out and calling the cops on us,” Tre said. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me text my bud and find out.” As I texted my bud to ask the status of the guy he was bringing with him, Tre said he was going to go check and make sure Xavier was still snoring soundly and then go back to watch Javi breed Ty. He told me to text him to come back to the bathroom if we needed to talk more about the guys who are coming. Right then, my phone buzzed. Bro #1: Bro, he’s chill. My bud is poz too. He’s Blatino and got a 11.5” dick that’s pretty thick. Me: That’s what’s up. Any tattoos or things that identify him as poz? Bro #1: He’s got a biohazard tattoo like me. But his is on his left pec. Me: OK, the white bitch was a virgin until earlier tonight. He’s high as fuck but doesn’t seem to know about poz tattoos. I think. Who knows? We’ll just play it by ear. But tell your bud that this is a stealthing operation. Bro #1: Dude my dick just jumped. Hell yeah we’ll knock this bitch up for sure. My bud here just converted two weeks ago so his numbers are high. Me: Not as high as mine. 2.5 million viral load count. Bro #1: Fuck dude, he’s poz then. Me: Ya especially after I tore him up with my new PA. I then sent a bud a pic of my dick with the new PA in it. He was impressed and said they were both ready to breed. I was about to go join the others when my phone buzzed again. Bro #2: Yo bro, we gettin high? I haven’t nut in over a week. You know if I’m high I can shoot several loads. Me: Ya fo sure. I’ll get you slammed when you get here. Oh and we are stealthing the btm, so keep the poz talk on the DL. Bro #2: Fuck ya bro! I’m ready. See you soon. I joined the others back in the bedroom. Javi now had Ty on all fours and was fucking him hard while Tre had gotten in front of Ty and was letting him suck his dick. Tre was not fully hard yet, but I could see his dick coming back to life. I grabbed the cup of water that had since gone cold and told Tre I was going to get more hot water to get the slams ready. Ty pulled off of Tre’s dick and looked at me. “Can I get another slam too? Oh and some more G? I like that stuff!” said Ty. “Sure, baby boy. I want you to get high and enjoy all the big dicks in your ass. By morning, your hole ain’t gonna even know how to close.” I laughed and left the room. As I was leaving, I heard Ty mumble something about he didn’t want his hole to stop being fucked. Damn, he was a natural white pussy boy if I had ever met one. From virgin to BBC whore in less than 4 hours. I went to the bathroom and got more hot water. When I got back to the room, Tre already had the four points we used earlier opened and was filling them with T. “Who’s is who’s?” I asked. He looked at me and whispered if it mattered. I just kinda laughed and said no. I also pulled out three more points. “How much are you putting in each?” “.5 for me, you, and Javi. .8 for Ty. How much do you want for your buds that are coming?” asked Tre. I told him to do .5 for them as well. “You want to really get this party flowing, huh?” I just nodded. “I’ve never done more than .4 before but I figure a little extra boost will help me get rock hard again and let my poor nuts build up some more special seed,” Tre whispered. I don’t really know why we were whispering to each other. With all the grunts and groans coming from the bed, I doubt Ty could even hear us much less focus on what we were talking about. “OK, it seems like you know what you’re doing. I’m going to go get another Gatorade from the fridge and get the G ready.” As I was in the kitchen, my phone buzzed and my bro texted that he was here. I told him the apartment number and to come up. As I let him in, my bro with the bud texted that he was here too. So I gave him the apartment number. Soon all four of us were standing in the kitchen, and I gave them each the details of the situation. “OK, the white bitch cum slut was virgin until tonight. He’s high as fuck. We are all about to slam and take some G. I got slams with .5 ready for each of you.” The guy that was new to me just bugged out his eyes, so I stopped. “Is that going to be ok?” He said yeah he’d just never done more than .25 before. “That’s cool man, if you want less we can do that.” He just shook his head and said he was down to try a big slam, so I continued. “He is negative or was until we started fucking him. He can take dick like a champ and loves it rough. The harder and rougher you get, the better. Breed him and rough him up and let's make sure this bitch converts tonight.” They all agreed, so we headed to the bedroom. I led them back to the bedroom. As we walked in, Tre welcomed the guys and introduced himself, Javi, and Ty. He then said you guys obviously know Kenny, and asked them to introduce themselves. My first bro who came with the new bud said, “I’m Jay, and this is Mike,” pointing to his new bud. My second bud piped up and said, “I’m Chris. Let’s get this party going.” Ty watched the guys with hunger as they all stripped down to everything but their underwear. His eyes were glued to their packages and I seriously thought he was going to start drooling. Right about that time, Javi screamed he was going to bust, and he started pile driving into Ty. Ty looked back at Javi and said, “Yes, Javi! Give me your special seed. I need more cum deep in my white boy pussy from your big Latino dick.” Jay and Mike both just watched and smiled. Chris went to where Tre was and asked if he needed any help. He said no but looked at me and said the rigs were ready and asked me who was going first. “I think Ty should get his slam first so that he’s ready as soon as these guys get theirs.” I looked over at Ty, and he just looked back and gave me a big smile and thumbs up. I went over to Ty and told him to open up. I gave him 4 shots of G. I whispered to him that the extra one was so that he would be really horny and ready for all of us. He just smiled. I then grabbed his arm and told Tre to hand me the rig for Ty. Ty, already knowing what to expect, straightened out his arm to me and smiled. I found his vein quickly and told him to get ready. He nodded as I pulled back and got a register of blood. I then slowly depressed the plunger and pulled the needle out. He raised his arm over his head and immediately started to cough. I looked up and saw a little trickle of blood start to roll down his arm, and I just licked it up. Ty was too far gone in feeling the rush to notice. But, I distinctly heard Chris behind me say that was hot as fuck. I then went to my bros that just arrived, Jay and Chris, and gave each 2 shots of G and slammed them. Mike was next and said he’d never had G. I told him he’d love it. After he got 2 shots, he said it tasted awful. As Chris passed him the Gatorade, I told him to chase it and then take another sip and swish it around in his mouth to get rid of the taste. I then got Mike’s arm ready, found his vein, pulled back to get a register of blood, and then pushed the plunger into him. He raised his arm and started coughing like Ty. I looked at him and cocked my head, “You sure you done this before?” He was coughing still and looking at me trying to say something. After a few more coughs, he looked up and said, “Ya bro, but it’s been over a year, and I only did it once.” I looked at Jay and raised my eyebrows. “Don’t sweat it, Kenny. He’ll be fine. He wanted to do this. Plus, his dick is bigger than mine, so I know he’ll do some damage to the kid.” “Alright, but he’s your responsibility.” I looked back at Mike and asked, “You ok, bro?” He just had a stupid grin on his face and was massaging his dick through his underwear. He looked at me and told me he was cool and ready to fuck. Ty heard that and he got on all fours and presented his ass to the guys on my side of the room. As he did that a little fart came out of him and a huge glob of reddish cum pushed out of his ass and quickly dropped down to his balls and then fell to the bed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so crude,” Ty said worriedly. Tre, Javi, and I all chuckled. Mike, now fully hard, looked at the hole, the cum, and decided he’d had enough. He got up, pulled off his boxer briefs and walked over to Ty as Ty went bug eyed looking at the big dick pointing at him as it came near. When he got to Ty, he asked him if he was ready for more. Ty just nodded quickly as Mike slammed his entire dick in with one big shove. “Fuck, yes! This bitch is super wet and open but somehow still tight,” Mike exclaimed as he pulled out and slammed in again. He did that about 5 more times when he noticed the room was quiet and looked back at the rest of us. “Oh shit, man! I’m sorry. Did I go out of turn? Or were we supposed to wait?” “No, don’t stop!” Ty whined. “Kenny, please don’t make him stop. I’ll do anything you guys want, just keep fucking me. My pussy needs dick now. Fuck me harder, Mike. Please!” Mike stayed still waiting on our response. Meanwhile, Ty started fucking himself on Mike’s dick. “Mike, come on. Fuck me please. Damn, this is a big dick. I think you’re bigger than Tre.” I laughed. “Mike, shut that bitch up and fuck him. You heard him. He needs dick. Give him your big dick and fill his white boy pussy up with your special seed.” Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Ty’s hips and started pounding into him hard and fast. Ty just started moaning like the whore he was. Tre came up to me and told me he and Javi were ready for their G and slam. So I gave Tre and Javi their doses. Right as Javi was getting his plunger pushed in, Mike started grunting. “Take that big Blatino dick you white whore! You want this nut? I’m about to bust a big load deep in your pussy. Get ready!” Mike shouted. He then started shaking and pounding erratically as he started cumming in Ty who just moaned. When Mike was done, he slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Ty. He was breathing heavily as Ty turned around and started licking his still hard dick clean. He jumped at Ty’s tongue, but then said, “Fucking white boy cum slut. Clean that big Blatino dick off. Who’s next?” Mike asked as he looked at the rest of us. Jay got up, already fully naked and went to the bed and mounted Ty as he was still licking Mike’s dick clean. He just groaned and started pounding. From previous experience, I knew Jay wasn’t very vocal, just a lot of grunting. So, that’s what he did, grunted and pounded away at the sloppy wet white boy pussy. After licking up every drop of cum and blood that was coating Mike’s dick, Ty held it up straight from his body and said, “Damn, you are bigger than Tre.” Mike just laughed and said he was 11.5” of Grade A quality Blatino dick. Meanwhile, Jay was getting close and then started cumming in Ty. Ty just moaned and begged for his cum. He reached back and grabbed Jay’s ass cheeks to pull him into his ass deeper while still begging him for his cum. Chris had moved next to me right as I was about to push the plunger down on my rig to get my slam going again. “That’s one hot white boy. I can’t wait to give him my load, Kenny. I want to knock him up so bad. Do you still have a PA?” I looked at Chris and nodded. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I lost mine at the last party I was at. I took it off to clean it off because one of the bottoms hadn’t cleaned out properly and forgot where I laid it down. It was the next day when I realized it was not in my dick anymore. Do you think I can borrow yours? I want to do some damage to his insides,” Chris said. I just smiled at Chris and grabbed my green bag. “Oh, I got something special then.” I pulled out the spiked PA, and Chris’s eyes just bugged out and an evil grin spread across his face. “Fuck ya, bro! Where did you get that? I need one just like it.” I told him I’d hook him up later, but for now, he needed to put it on because Jay was almost done. Jay meanwhile was still grunting and thrusting into Ty while Ty was just moaning and begging for every last drop of cum. Chris quickly put the PA in and moved his hips back and forth so his big dick slapped against his thighs. That sound caught Ty’s attention, and he looked up to see what was making that sound. Ty saw Chris’s dick swinging back and forth and could probably see that there was a PA in it, but Chris was moving it too fast for him to see just what it looked like. Ty just started licking his lips and looked up at Chris and asked, “How do you want me? I’m ready to please you sir!” I laughed and whispered in Chris’s ear what to do. “Tell him you want him on his back. That way he can see the PA before you shove it in. And make sure you shove it in balls deep the first thrust. Trust me he can take it. If he gives you any grief about the PA, just tell him that he either gets fucked with it, or he doesn’t get your dick at all. Trust me, he’ll take the dick.” Chris just grinned. Looking back at the bed, Ty was cleaning off Jay’s dick. Chris walked up to the bed and told Ty, “When you’ve cleaned off his big dick, I want you on your back with you holding your knees to your shoulders with your head on the pillows. That way the guys over there can see our profiles as I tear your ass up with this 13” mandingo dick.” Ty just moaned and got into position quickly. Chris mounted the bed and approached Ty and his openly presented hole while stroking his big dick. Ty, who couldn’t help himself, looked down to see what was about to enter his white boy pussy. He noticed the PA right away and the size of Chris’s dick. “Whoa, Chris. What is that thing? It looks scary.” Chris looked at Ty and said, “It’s called a Prince Albert or PA. It’s a piercing that goes through someone’s dick head. It’s usually curved like a circle and makes fucking feel so much better. Trust me, all the bottoms love it.” Ty just looked at him and shrugged. “OK,” Ty said and then looked at me. “Kenny, I’m not feeling the G yet. Can I get some more?” I just chuckled. I knew he was probably already sweating some of the G out by the sheen of sweat that was covering his entire body, but I went over to him with the Gatorade and the vile of G. Chris just sat back on his haunches and grinned. I gave Ty 3 more shots of G which he quickly rinsed out with the Gatorade. “No more than 10 minutes, and you’ll be feeling that,” I told him. I knew it was also a little early for the G to kick in. Between Mike and Jay, both only fucked Ty for like 5 minutes a piece or less so the first round of G hadn’t really kicked in yet. “What are you waiting for, Chris? Ty told you to fuck him with the PA. Let him see how it feels. If he really likes it, I can put mine and fuck him with mine too.” “You have one too?” Ty asked. “Sure do, buddy! Mine is like the one Chris has, but I have two others that you can look at and see if you want me to try a different kind on you too. But make sure you make Chris happy and get his nut. Go ahead, Chris. Breed that hot white boy pussy.” Chris, no longer ready to wait, positioned his dick head at Ty’s hole that was still open and leaking pinkish cum. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, white boy. I own the boys I fuck and destroy their pussies with my big mandigo dick. You ready for it?” “Give it to me, please! Chris, fuck me hard with that big black dick!” “No, this is a mandingo dick, bitch. Do you know the difference?” asked Chris. “A mandingo dick is larger than 12”. Mine is 13”, so respect the difference. It’s not just a black dick. It’s a black mandingo dick.” Ty giggled and said, “Chris, please give me your black mandingo dick. I want you to make my pussy yours and fill it up with your nut.” Chris just grinned sadistically and looked at me then back at Ty. “Be careful what you wish for white boy cum slut!” Chris then slammed his entire dick into Ty’s hole with one hard, ravage thrust. Ty howled out as the six spikes on the PA ripped into the walls of his hole, then his rectum, then his inner hole, and then into the walls of his large intestine. Chris quickly put one hand over Ty’s mouth and the other around his neck. “Don’t scream that loud anymore. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’re going to love every minute of it.” Chris pulled all the way out causing Ty to scream into his hand. “What did I say, bitch?” Ty just started crying and Chris said, “Don’t scream again. You can moan like the whore you are, but if you scream I won’t fuck you anymore.” I could tell by the look in Ty’s eyes that he was torn about getting fucked or having to endure the pain. Right about then his eyes glazed over. I whispered in Chris’s ear that the G was kicking in and to go ahead and rip the bitch up. Chris slammed his entire dick back into Ty. What started as a scream erupted from Ty but quickly turned into a moan. So Chris did it again and again, only getting moans from Ty. Chris felt Ty’s ass involuntarily gripping his dick as he was slamming into him. So he started to move his hips around and grind his dick deep inside of Ty. The spikes started grabbing and ripping into the walls of Ty’s large intestine. Ty’s eyes went wide, and he started to lean up, but then his tongue came out of his mouth and he collapsed on the bed. “Shit, he passed out again,” Tre said. “Good, now I’ll really fuck this bitch up,” Chris exclaimed. And that’s what he did. His hips went into overdrive. He fucked, slammed in and out, ground his dick in circles. He pulled his dick out and it was covered in blood and cum. By this time, everyone was gathered around watching and getting even more turned on. Javi said, “Chris, just push in and out quickly on his hole. Make it rip open more and bleed. Tear that shit up!” Chris moaned, loving the idea, did just that. Javi then said, “OK, now go in deep and do the same thing to his inner hole!” Sounds of agreement and encouragement came from all of us as Chris tore up Ty’s inner hole. He pulled out to show us his dick even more streaked with red. This time it was Tre’s turn to make a suggestion, “Now pull go inch by inch into his ass and rotate your hips around. Make sure those spikes are hitting his ass walls and tearing into them. We want to make sure that all of our loads have a chance to knock this bitch up and make him the poz cum dump we know he’s destined to be.” Chris just gave a sinister laugh. “You guys are just as fucked up and freaky as I am. I love it. He’s passed out and we are ripping this white boy up from the inside out so we can make him a toxic poz cum dump. This is my kinda party.” Chris did as he was told until Tre told him to do the same thing to his large intestine past his inner hole. Chris plunged in deeper and continued to do circles with his dick to make sure the spikes tore up the white boy good. Chris pulled all the way back out. This time his dick was almost completely coated in blood and the cum that oozed out of Ty’s hole was redder than it had been all night. “Fuck ya! Look at that. I’m about to nut.” We encouraged Chris to fuck him hard and that’s what he did. He started long dicking Ty again, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in. After about 10 thrusts like that, Chris grunted and started shaking. Balls deep in Ty, he unloaded his pent up nut that he had been storing for over a week. Chris finally drained, pulled out of Ty as cum just poured out of the gaped open hole. Even though the cum had gotten a little less red from all the nut that Chris had shot inside him, it was still pretty dark. Ty was still passed out. I looked around me, and there wasn’t a single guy that wasn’t hard as a rock and all were stroking their dicks. “OK, guys! I say while he’s passed out, we DP this bitch as much as we can to really rip his hole open wide. Tre and Javi, do you want to go first? I mean it is your place and all.” Tre just high fived Javi. Javi got on the bed on his back while the guys picked Ty up and folded him in half and lowered him onto Javi’s dick. A small moan escaped Ty’s mouth as the guys laid him flat on Javi’s chest. Tre got behind them and slammed his entire cock up in Ty’s ass at once. Ty moaned a little louder. “Fuck, Tre! This bitch is getting hard again. Keep fucking him rough and maybe we can make him cum hands free again,” Javi said. “I’ve got a better idea. We each pair off: Javi and Tre, Jay and Mike, and me and Chris. We each get three minutes to DP the bitch. Whichever pair can make him cum hands free gets to be the first to fist his hole after we’ve all nut in him again.” “No fair!” Jay shouted. “You and Chris have the biggest dicks!” “I know! That’s why we are going to win. But why are you complaining, we can all fist him! It’s just the winners get to go first,” I said. Jay shrugged and agreed. “OK, Javi and Tre. Your time starts now!” ******************** I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Who do you want to win? Should the biggest dicks win or is Ty too close to the edge already? Does Ty wake up to being DP or being fisted? Let me know your thoughts. Any feedback is always appreciated.

I'm at the tattoo parlor getting my ink done, The biohazards on my deltoids. (The other ink I mentioned came a few months later) The artist is a adorable little faggot, you could tell he was once a clean cut little twink. But his septum piercings, ear plugs, and sleeve tattoos, really make him into a little hottie. "Um, so... um... how long?" "How long what I ask?" "Well, the tattoos... guys here only really get it when, well... you know..." "Oh, I've been poz for about six months now." "Oh... uh... aw...s..." "Awesome?" He blushes. "Are you poz?" He tells me 'no'. I can hear the disappointment in his voice. "So, am I the last customer for the night?" "Yeah" he says. He finishes both biohazards. I love the way they look on my delts. "Well, thanks man, love the ink, you do good work." "Awesome, thanks bro, glad you like it." I pull out my wallet. "Wait... um... listen... how about... well..." I know where this is going. And at this point, I am in no way above his coming offer. "Fuck... I..." "You want my load, instead of my money... right?" "Um... I... I..." He nods. "Okay, you keep inking me, I'll keep infecting you, deal?" His eyes light up. He turns around, drops trou, and bends over. His pussy is hairless, smooth, tender, and for the taking. I run my tongue over his hole, getting inside, and tasting his sweet fucking boyhole. I stood up, and having no lube, wiped the blood from my recently inked shoulders, and fingered it into his cunt. "That's my venomous blood I'm fingering into your cunt." He whimpered and moaned, his body shuddering. "Holy fuck, you're the real deal, aren't you?" I drove my dick into his pussy, wrapping my arms around his little body and pulling him close to me, he cried out as my thick cock violated his ass, smearing my blood against his pussy walls, opening him up. I turned him around, picked him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. My cock found it's prey again, and he rode my dick like a champ. I fucked up into him, his cried filling the tattoo parlor, he shot off, cum covering our chests. "Don't stop... wreck my cunt, poz my fuckhole. breed me with that toxic load." "You got it bitch!!!" I kept nailing him, then I laid him on his back on one of the couches in the parlor. "Fucking be my pozdaddy, make me your boy, seed my faggot ass Daddy." "Hmmmm, yeah, you wanna be my pozson, be another notch on my belt." "Oh fuck, oh fuck. oh fuck." I emptied my poz load into his ass. he cried, actually in tears. "Finally, finally took a poz load!!!" he said. "Yeah, you did." I fucked him a few times after that, each time as payment for one of my tats. He converted months later. He still gets my dick and loads though, not for the ink, but, I fell hard for the little fucker, we moved in together, and he always get a kick out of hearing about the guys who pay to be infected. I'd say something sappy like I fuck those guys, but I make love to him, but... our sex is always really fucking primal. Always love recharging my boy's faggot pussy.