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Chapter 5 ———- Josh ——— The gym was dead again and sadly the boy from yesterday wasn’t there. I needed to make my workout quick today anyway so it was for the best. I finished quickly and got back up stairs to shower and get dressed for the day. The furniture delivery was due to get here at 8 or 8:30 and my first appointment was shortly after that. It was originally planned for me to be there to accept the delivery and then one of the apartment concierge staff would supervise the delivery while I went to work (for a fee of course). Sam would be supervising it now so I wanted to make sure the delivery people weren’t crazy and my little bro was safe. When I got back up to the apartment Sam was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and eating cereal. “There is coffee in the pot bro.” He said as I came in. “Thanks, I will get some after my shower.” I replied as I walked through the open living area and down the hallway to my bedroom. I took a quick shower and dressed in my charcoal slacks and a nice peach button down shirt. No tie today. I put on my dress socks and loafers to complete my outfit. I styled my hair with gel and of course flossed, brushed, and hit the mouth wash. When I walked into the kitchen Sam whistled at me. “Big bro looking the hot doctor part!! That’s how you get all those famous people as clients, huh?” “Oh come on now, you know it’s the skill not the look.” I laughed as I answered him. “Yea, I know that you know your shit doc, but hey eye candy never hurts when your getting treated for and injury.” “This is true. Thanks for making the coffee Sammy.” I said using his nickname to tease him. He didn’t bother to respond with anything more than his middle finger before looking down at his phone. “Mom texted while you were working out, my stuff will be delivered this afternoon.” He said as he continued to do whatever he was doing on his phone. “Ok, the furniture delivery people should be here soon. Looks like you will have a day full of unpacking. Also today is a long day for me. I won’t be home till after 6.” “Ok, let’s order some food for dinner than. I’d be down for good Chinese.” “Yea, there a good place just up the way that delivers. I will send you the menu and just let me know what you want and I can put the order in before I head home.” “Sounds good!” He said licking up at me from his phone with a quick smile before looking back down at it. A few minutes later there was a call from the buildings concierge letting me know that the delivery people were here and that a staff member was escorting them up to my apartment. The knock at the door a minute later shifted the morning into overdrive. The two delivery guys were hot but I didn’t have time for empty flirting this morning. I greeted them and then showed them to Sam’s room. Sam was beside me at that point and he explained where he wanted the bed, nightstands, dresser, and desk. While the guys headed back down to the garage to get the furniture via the service elevator I helped Sam move his luggage and the decor we bought yesterday to the living room. That way the guys would have full access to the room. They were just bringing up the first pieces of furniture, it looked to be the bed frame, when it was time for me to head out. I gave Sam the money to tip them when they were done and went to fist bump him goodbye. He surprised me by wrapping me in a hug instead which I gladly embraced. Then he released me and casually went back to the living room and his phone. I was deep in thought as I walked down to the car. We were not a big touchy family. Hugs and kisses were normally saved for moe special things like goodbye that would be for months not just for the work day. I shrugged it off and climbed in the Audi and headed to work. I couldn’t be late for this client. She was very wealthy and the type that didn’t want to be kept waiting. But she was nice otherwise and referred lots of her rich socialite friends to the practice so making sure to be on time was worth it. I got to the office with about 20 minutes to spare before the appointment and was greeted by Lenny, one of our physical therapist and the person who worked with me with on clients the most. “Hey there boss, it’s gonna be a long day! We have a lot to do, but luckily we have a lunch window.” He said, his accent just barely reflecting his southern upbringing. He was born and raised in the south but got out as soon as he could. He wasn’t as lucky as me and had to work hard and put himself through college as he worked since his family disowned him for being gay. He was a couple years older than me, about 5’9, very thin and wiry build, had beautiful light brown skin from his mom being white and dad black, black hair, and very sexy brown bedroom eyes that always looked ready to seduce you. He also has a nice 6.5 inch cut cock along with a fantastic ass and hole that I had bred many times. He is the definition of a total bottom and is poz unmedicated like me. We found each other shortly after I started working at the practice and have been fucking ever since. Me recharging his toxic hole whenever we had a chance. Him mentioning our lunch break meant he’d be taking my fat raw poz dick and dirty cum for lunch. “Oh? Well that’s good. How long will I have to use your holes?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him. “We have an hour and a half window so as long as the schedule cooperates we will have enough time to fuck and have some food.” He said as he came over and reached down into my lap and started to massage my dick through my slacks. I looked to the unlocked door and then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Which lasted a few minutes and included me reaching down the back of his scrubs, where he didn’t have any underwear on, and fingering his hole. He unzipped me and was stroking my now rock had cock. I pulled him to his knees as I swiveled my chair toward him and guided his mouth down on my dripping cock. I used my hand on the back of his neck to force him deeper on my dick and making him gag on it. He loved when I did that and always asked for the hardest throat fuck I could give. It took about 5 minutes of me really using his throat, to the point he almost passed out from lack of oxygen, to make me flood his throat with my charged cum. He pulled off my wet dick and moved up to kiss me and share what was left of my cum that he hadn’t swallowed. We parted and he grabbed a towel from the nearby cabinet and cleaned off my cock before tucking me away and zipping me back up. We stood up at the same time and had one last peck before we went about preparing for our client that was due any minute. The morning few by. We had 4 appointments before lunch and managed to only get behind by 15 minutes. Lenny came into my office after walking the last patient out carrying two salads and two flavored waters. We had ordered lunch and apparently it had been delivered during the last appointment. He had grabbed it from the front desk while he was up there. He locked the door behind him and he put the food in the small mini-fridge I kept in my office. We wouldn’t eat till after I had filed his poz hole. I walked over to the sofa and sat down as he put the food away. He followed me over, slowly stripping his clothes away as he approached. He was naked by the time he got to me and bent over to kiss me. He was a beautiful person inside and out that was blessed with a gorgeous body! His dick was fully hard and swayed as he walked. His eyes went from the normal flirty to burning with sexual desire. While he liked to be throat fucked hard, and he was normally a sub bottom boy, I knew from that look he was in his more dom headspace. My role today was to sit there and let him use me as a riding mount. His kiss was deep and passionate. He took control and owned my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands roamed my pecks till they came to rest on my nipples. He played with them as our tongues danced together. My dick was cramped and screaming to be let out so it could grow to its full potential. Luckily Lenny stopped our kissing and kneeled on the floor in front of me as he moved his hands down undoing my button, unzipping my fly, and pulling down my slacks enough to have the right access for my cock to be at the right angle for him to ride it. One set of his fingers went back to my nipples as his other hand stroked my rapidly hardening cock. He took my free nipple in his mouth and licked, sucked, and then lightly nibbled on it. A deep growl escape from my throat as he bit down. He paused long enough to reach over to the side table and grab the surround sound remote to turn on the classical music we always played when we took lunches (both regular lunches or “lunches”) to help cover the sound. The walls were thick but we still did it to help cover our fucks just in case. He rose from his knees to straddle my lap as he kissed me on my lips first then he moved my head to the side and kissed my earlobe and then down my neck. His hole was teasing my now precum covered poz uncut cock. He’d let my head hit his hole just enough to feel it but not enter it as he continued to drive me crazy with neck kisses. “Please sit on it!! I need to feel your hole wrapped around my big fat uncut raw poz cock!!” I begged after I couldn’t take much more of the teasing. “Oh, you want my sweet raw charged hole around you? Want to mix that toxic precum in my hole with my strain?” “Fuck yes!!! I need to give you my strain again!! It’s been to long!!” “Mmmm, yea? The weekend without my prefect poz hole is hard, but I am sure you had plenty of hole.” He teased my cock more as I felt him smile against my neck. This was our normal routine on Mondays. Telling each other who we fucked over the weekend. “I had a great night Friday and I got to deposit my toxic cum in neg hole. Yesterday morning I bred a stranger in the gym sauna. But, my sexy straight brother got here and has been driving me crazy. Walking around in underwear or nothing at all. His giant uncut dick hanging out and that prefect ass taunting me.” I practically whined. “Oh? So little brother got into town early? And he is hot and hung? Interesting” he said as he moved to the other side of my neck. “Yea, and due to him getting here 3 day early I didn’t have a bed for him so we have been sharing one. Naked!” I exclaimed. “Mmm that’s a hot mental picture. You and your brother naked in bed!” He said as his hole caught on my head again and he put just enough pressure to let the tip of it in. “You have no clue! He’s got me so rilled up all day I can’t stand it!” “Well then maybe big brother needs to try and convert little bro. In more than one way.” He said with a hint of slyness in his voice. “That be so hot!! Knocking up my straight brother and making his hole mine! Riding his last neg load from his big uncut dick!!” My cock jerked in his hole and let out a huge glob of precum. “Oh, you really do want him! My hole got good and wet from that spasmand you saying that you’d bottom for him can only mean you want him bad!!” He said in surprise. “Yea, but I couldn’t risk it. The family would freak. And it’s not worth that. I will be ok, it’s only six months. It just means I will have to use your hole daily.” I said as Lenny continued to tease the head of my dick in his hole without moving any further down it. “Yea, illy hole is here whenever you need. But we will have to talk more about that. Brainstorm.” He said as he took the first inch of my fat uncut dick into his hole. I just moaned in response to his hole gripping my dick and the thought of us planning a way to poz my little brother. Our conversation stopped there as Lenny took charge and started to ride my full 7.5 inches. Slow at first then going faster and faster. Clapping his ass against my thighs as he rode me like a stallion. Telling me how bad he wanted my toxic babies in him. How his hole needed to be filled with my unmedicated highly viral cum. How he wanted my dirty load to recharge him. I just moaned as he rode me. After about 10 minutes of him bucking on my rock hard dick I was close to cumming. “I am going to fucking shoot my poz cum deep in you!!! I am fucking cumming!! Get ready to be knocked up again!!” I growled as I unload deep in his already poz hole. “Fuck yes!!! Mix our strains!!” He moaned as he stroked his cock and his cum exploded all over my abs. Luckily not getting any on my shirt. He collapsed on top of me and we sat there resting for a minute with my cock still deep in his hole plugging my cum in him. He slowly raised off my cock and sat beside me. “That was so hot! Picturing you and your brother as I rode you!! Fuck.” “Yea it was. But it won’t happen.” I said with a resigned shrug as I got up and pulled my pants and underwear into place. “Hmmm we will see about that.” He said as he stood and walked to the attached private bathroom to drop off my kids before dressing. It was sad to know he’d not be keeping them but we couldn’t have them leaking out while we worked. I got out the salads and waters from the mini-fridge and put them on the desk. I laid everything out and sat in my chair as I buttoned up my shirt and then combed my hair so it went from looking just fucked to professional. Lenny came out and sat at the desk naked as we chatted more about Sam’s arrival and how we spent the weekend. He told me about his weekend and the guys he let breed him. My work iPad light up on the desk as the beep of Lenny’s hand held device sounded. Both signaled that the next patient had arrived. Lenny went to get them as I cleared the desk and then meet them in the exam room. The afternoon zoomed from there and when we wrapped up it was after 6. I walked with Lenny out and said goodbye at his jeep. On the drive home I found myself wondering what Sam had been up to all day. How didn’t furniture delivery go? Did his stuff from home arrive ok? I hadn’t been able to really check in. He had texted me a few times saying all was going well and to give me his Chinese order. That was all I got, nothing very detailed so it left me curious. I guess I’d find out soon. ————- I appreciate everyone being so patient and all the positive feedback. Hopefully I can get chapters done sooner but no promises, lol. Hope you all enjoy the chapter!!!

Figured I'd share this because of the sheer insanity (and humor now that I am through it). Last weekend, decided to hit sniffies to see who was around. Got a message from a guy. Average size dick, not bad body, but profile said he loved raw. Chatted him up, he sent a vid of him shooting a MASSIVE load. After that, no question. We were hooking up. I am a total cum addict. He's hosting, texts me address, says he'll meet me at the door to the apt. building. I get there, and there's a dude waiting in the lobby right in front of the door. This lady walking right in front of me pulls out her keys but he opens the door for her and for me, I say hey, he says hey back, and starts walking back into the building. I follow. But I notice this lady is walking along with us. We all get to the apartment door and both the lady and the guy enter. I start to say something like, "wait, what?" And the lady screams "OH HELL NO!" and slams the door. Now I am SUPER confused. So I pull out my phone and check my messages. Dude I was supposed to meet at the door now says "Actually ring me on the callbox, I'll buzz you in". I followed some total random stranger to their apartment, no fucking wonder they were freaking out!! Dude must have been there waiting for the lady, not me! So I ring the dude, we have fun, he drops a GREAT load in me. Then I am walking out the building and I hear. "EXCUSE ME, STOP PLEASE". I turn around, and there are three cops in the hallway. Apparently the folks I followed called the cops! FUCK MY LIFE SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY So now, I have to explain this whole fucking mess, to a bunch of cops. I am just like, fuck it. Yeah, I was here for a hookup. Met the dude online, thought other guy was him. These cops looked SHOOK. Like, they couldn't believe someone would just tell them "yeah, I was here to get some dick in me." Long story short, I think they felt more uncomfortable than I did, so they were like, "be more careful next time" and let me go on my way!

Back to Dan's POV I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I looked in the mirror. Rick was right. I had a hot tan. I turned looking back at the mirror and my back was a golden brown and my ass was perfectly tight with that bronze brown tan hue. My ass looked hot tanned but not too dark. I even touched my ass. It felt good touching myself. I got dressed and left the house for dinner with Jane. I arrived around 5:45p at the restaurant. Even though I had texted her she was still a little mad I was late. I kissed her when I got in. We had a nice dinner catching up. She told me of the drama at her house with her roommates and their family staying over. Apparently her one roommate had her brother stay over and he was a bit of a slob and a little creepy. Then the other roommate had her mom over who ended up trying to be an overbearing mom. I listened and comforted her and even gave some advice. We talked about her work and school. She had a lot to unload so I just listened and comforted her. She asked about my new place and when she could come over and check it out. I said not sure but reminded her she can't stay over. She asked why. I gave an explanation about him having issues with too many people staying over and taking advantage and the room getting wrecked. She understood but still wanted to stop by and check it out. I told her sure and maybe we could check it out on the way to meet her friends. She wanted to meet up with them to check out a new bar opening on the outside of town that was by my place. We finished up dinner and went back to my place. I was worried that Rick would be walking around in his thin white shorts sporting his cock. I texted him that my gf is stopping by to look at the place but not to stay. He said ok. We got to my place and showed it to her. "Its small and a little ghetto" she said "Yeah its small but not ghetto" I responded back She walked into the living room and checked out the bathroom. Luckily, his bedroom door was closed. "And this house is small too." she said Here is a link to another part of the story involving hetero sexual relations. I suggest that you go there and read it. It sets up part of Dan's journey.

Thanks to Breedingzone, I've slowly become more accepting of my need to give Men pleasure in every way I can. This site especially helped my desire to be an anon hotel cumdump. Reading & stroking to your stories helped me find the courage to visit my first gloryhole years ago, and much more. Thanks to all of you who post, I finally lived one of my fantasies in Nashville Monday night. As luck would have it, work was having an event there in Music City Tuesday & Wednesday. Well, why not go Monday, get my own hotel away from everyone, and put my soft, cushy fat ass up for tops to breed? While I've had a few random hookups, its less than 20 in my 53 years of age. After reading so many of your hot AF stories about this kind of scene and of course all the bb cumdump porn I could find, I wanted to be an anon bb slut for once myself. Searching online, the Comfort Inn located near Downtown seemed perfect. Inspired from all your wonderfully perverted adventures, I made sure there was easy parking. I also verified via Google Maps that here were room doors accessible directly to the parking lot. I did have one impromptu inspiration of my own - sliding the room key between the door lock & jam to keep it push-open ready - but I digress. A quick Uber to a liquor store and pharmacy provided not only internal cleaning supplies but lube & vodka...both sexual and social lubricants. I prepped and put on my jockstrap. I posted on the apps.I threw a black t-shirt over the bedside light to darken the room nicely. Now I waited. Sniffies provided Cock 1, a decently in shape Latino who just wanted a blowjob. Well, I'm here to serve, so once I saw him located close & he messaged me as such I sent him the room & got on my knees just inside the doorway with my hands behind my back. It was hot as fuck watching the door push open without resistance... a stranger visiting a cumdump... and I was the cumdump. In stepped a early 30s 5"10 medium build Latino wearing what appeared to be mechanics clothes. He looked down at me with a smile as he kicked off his work boots, stripped off his jeans & boxers to step up and place his cock in my open mouth. Hot. I slowly began to suckle on his head, gently. Respectfully. Working my tongue. Getting it wet. Then relaxing my lips enough to slip maybe 1/4 inch more of his soft cock in my mouth. Slowly tightening. Gently suckling. Once it's nice and wet I repeat.. relax the lips but not break contact..slip a little more dick in... repeat. Lick. Suckle. Wet. Repeat. By the time I'm at 3 inches he's eleciting a moan and now fully hardened to 5" and saying "Fuuuuuuck" as he's fully engulfed in my mouth while I'm suckling like a calf on a teet. At this point, I begin to start sliding my mouth slowly up the length of his shaft now that it's fully hard and fairly slick. Working my tongue on the underside as I do. He's moaning and calling me a good cocksucker. I continue these slow strokes, twisting my head & mouth slowly in variable weaves that I'm sure all you cocksuckers know. He places a hand on the back of my head, starting to guide me. I moan to show my appreciation. He moans again from the vibrations of my own moans reverberating from my mouth onto his cock. At this point, I switch between the weaves and slow, inching-up-the-shaft suckling continue. This is simply how I suck cock, so for the next cocks we'll just call this The Technique(™️) to save time. Men seem to REALLY like it. 😊 Needless to say, after this kind of cock worshipping it was only a few more minutes until he pumped his Latino cum into my appreciative mouth. Back to the apps. About an hour later Cock 2, an early 20s black top wanted to fuck... so of course I gave him the location. Again, I waited on my knees. Again, it was hot as fuck watching the door swing open again. Sure enough... in stepped a stocky mid 20s guy who promptly stripped & stepped up to feed me his cock. Needless to say, I applied The Technique(™️) for about 5 minutes, enjoying his moans before breaking my grip & telling him it's time to fuck me. It's 5" and a little thick so I simply stood up, applied some lube to both of us, and got on the edge of the bed. He began to slowly push & pull a little at a time until... Fuuuuck... you gotta love feeling that moment your pussy finally gives in and accepts the cock. To help reach this, I began to back up slowly while forcing my hole to open. Damn that felt good. Together, we slowly worked that dick for about 5 minutes before I begged him to pound my cushy ass. Of course he complied, grabbing my hips and throwing the dick. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. This is what I needed. He pumped me like this for about another 4 minutes as I ground my pussy beck on that cock. before telling me he was going to cum. I quickly lowered my hips a bit which enabled me go from horizontal fucking to nowvmy pussy going up on his cock. Squeezing and milking as he pumped his cum in me. Fuck yeah. Back to the apps. Sniffies. Cock 3: Another 20s black cock wanting to fuck. Back to the position. He's wearing a security uniform. Jackpot. With my hands behind my back again I say "I'm truly sorry officer. Please. I'll do anything you say to not get in trouble for this. Anything. " He chuckles as he gets naked, but he doesn't know I Just determined to show this man RESPECT. So, before applying The Technique™️ I slowly start to lick my way up and down the shaft.. working my way around the circumference and underside.. again hands behind my back. I start to say things like "Thank you for giving me a chance, officer. I promise I'll show you I'll do as I'm told" & Please, don't tell my family what I did, Sir". Now I lick his balls thoroughly before applying The Technique(™️)... but even MORE respectfully. More appreciative moans. More suckling of this hard black cock. It's 6 and decent thickness as he grabs my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. Yes, Sir! I'm doing my best to moan as he's thrusting my mouth full of young dick. I'm loving it, and from his occassional "Fuck yeahs", he is too. He holds his cock down my throat. I suckle hard. Long. Like 3 minutes with my mouth full of dick. He slides out and I tell him it's time to fuck. Climbing on the bed, he's able to slide in easier and we get right to fucking. He's grabbing my hips, I'm working my pussy back on him. He's thrusting. I'm gripping. "Fuck officer, thank you Sir. I told you I would be a good boy for you, Sir". He grabs my hair and thrusts harder and squirts his cum in me. So. Fucking. Hot. At this point. It's 1am an time to call it as In did have work to get to in the morning. As I laid there, stroking my cock through my jock thinking about what a cumdump I just was, I felt proud (with the cum that just now slowly began to leak from me). Finally. Thanks for reading about my first cumdump experience, and especially thanks to all you sexy perverts for sharing your hot AF stories! You never know who or what you're inspiring. I'm cumming to Salt Lake City February 4th -7th, and looking for my first experience with BDSM and gangbangs. If you live in the area, maybe you'd like to help show me... or at least experience The Technique(™️) and fuck me as well.

Sorry for my mistake in what i posted. Here you go. As I felt my cock leak more precum, i grabbed my cock and pulled it back under my stomach to hide it from Rick. "You didn't have to do that. It was fine there. I'll clean up the mess", Rick said "Ohhh sorry about that, I can clean it up", i said lifting my head turning back" i said quickly trying not to turnover and show my hard cock. "Don't worry I can clean it up. I want to." Rick said As I looked back he had scooped up the precum on his two fingers. They were glistening in the sun light. He then put them in his mouth and sucked his fingers all while looking at me. "Hmmm you taste good" he said "Thanks I didn't know that.", I said uncomfortably "Cmon dude. I know you are straight but don't tell me you never tasted your cum while jacking off to porn." Rick said laughing in a joking manner "Maybe once I did", I confessed "And how did it taste?", Rick asked "Okay I guess it was a while back", i replied "Why not try now?" Rick said "Oh I thought you licked all up already" i replied confidently "I doubt that" Rick said "Turn over", Rick said "Huh?", I replied" "Turn over now", he said sternly I turned over. "I thought so. Boys and your cocks. Constantly hard and leaking. You have such a nice cock", he said looking at me I looked down without surprise as I could feel it. My groin and pubes were all wet with precum. The lounge chair too. I was relieved my cock wasn't erect anymore but it was turgid. "There's is plenty to taste here. I am glad you enjoyed your massage. Lets clean you up first", he said He took his hand and rubbed it in my groin area almost caressing me, trying to get his fingers all wet with my juice. It sent thrills direct to my cock and it started to get hard in front of him instantly. "Your cock has a mind of its own. Look at it begging for attention." Rick said smiling. As he was rubbing his fingers in my pubes and groin trying to wet his fingers and scoop up all the precum he ran against my cock and brushed the head. It throbbed in front of him and leaked more precum. I let out a soft moan. "Ohhh its excited now and wants more attention I see. Shall we help it out", He said while his hand still rubbing my groin and brushing my cock. I had to admit it felt amazing. My phone rang. It was Jane she called to tell me she made a reservation and would see me there. "I miss you. I can't wait to see you." Jane said I looked back at Rick he was still touching me and finally scooped up a bunch and placed his precum soaked fingers at my lips all while staring at me. He went back and tried to scoop up more precum. I tried to not moan it felt so good. "I miss you too gotta go." I said huredly and hung up the phone. He kept touching me my cock was erect and leaking. "That's nice that you miss her. You mean it", Rick asked while tyring to get more precum but just really rubbing my going and brushing my hard cock. "Yeah sure", I said my body was feeling good and my eyes let our a moan. "Yeah I thought so. Open up beautiful Dan, taste yourself", he said staring in my eyes. I opened up my mouth and let his fingers in. "Suck my fingers and taste yourself. Lick them clean.", he said our eyes locked I slowly sucked his fingers and licked his fingers. He then pushed his fingers deeper in my mouth. I gagged a bit and he pulled back and then he started to run them lightly on my gums and mouth like massaging my mouth, it help me relax, he did it in a sensual way and my mouth opened more and saliva formed and now I was sucking his fingers. "Good boy lick it clean. You enjoyed it didn't you.", Rick asked It felt weird the way he touched the inside of my mouth was so soft and sensual and my precum did taste good. I nodded. My phone beeped and I looked at it. Jane sent hearts. Rick could see the phone message. "You going to reply", Rick asked "Maybe later I don't know. ", I said to stop the moment and think about it. My head was a little fuzzy. My cock was hard and so much emotion and feeling going thru me. My cock was rock hard and leaking and my body was so aroused. I paused and took a deep breath. "Why don't we finish tanning. We didn't enough sun. That sound ok?" Rick suggested I nodded. "Do you mind me grabbing a last taste.", he asked. I said no. His fingers rubbing against my groin and brushing against my cock again and then scooping up the leak on the chair and brought it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers while our eyes were locked again. "You taste sweet. I bet your cum tastes delicious." Rick said sucking his fingers savoring my leak. "Ohhh again you boys and your hard cocks." Rick laughed as just from his touching of my cock made it throb again and push out leaking precum. I turned back over and let out a sigh. Rick rubbed and squeezed my butt softly. "Just relax and get a nice tan." he said I did. I started to reflect on the afternoon. I did feel relaxed and free and not judged or stress. I dozed off. I woke up Rick was sitting up looking at me. I looked at my phone. It was 5:15pm. "Holly crap I'm going to be late" I said. "Sorry you were resting and I didn't want to wake you up." Rick said "You should have woke me. I am going to be late." I said "Relax. Its only 10 minutes away just text here you are going to be a little late." Rick said I breathed...."Yes you are right", I said I got up, helped Rick clean up the food plates and empty beer bottles. He whistled at me. "Oh my boy you have a lovely tan. Especially your ass, no tan lines. It is so hot. You are beautiful Dan you really are" Rick said "Thank you.", i said blushing. His comment made me feel beautiful and sexy. As I stood and faced him and turned and walked to back to the house, I could feel his eyes devour me. It felt strangely gratifying and made me feel sexy.

After I got fucked for the first time I knew that was what I wanted. Every day! Discovered the cruising area and went every night. An 18-yo bubble butt is in high demand! Which top or vers guy didn't want to fuck that? I offered mine freely. Age and looks were unimportant. Guys who could be my granddad had a go at it. As soon as I got there and started cruising guys were following me because they knew I'd offer my ass to anyone who wanted to fuck me. I was the cruising area's slut LOL!! That went on for two years. When I was 20 I became more picky who got to fuck me. I had lots of sex with guys my own age but also loads of 30s,40s,50s guys. They had experience and knew how to fuck me really good. They taught me a lot about being a "good boy". I built up a huge circle of fuckbuds. From 20 to 60. Some disappeared and new ones were added, I was never without a horny guy to fuck me when I needed sex. And I needed it a lot 😉

You. I know you. You keep up a straight facade in the real world, and at times, you still try convincing yourself you're bisexual. Yet you know as well as I do, it's been a little too long since you came to straight porn. To women. There's just something about watching men together that you can't get away from. Something pure, something primal. Let me tell you how this will all play out. I can see your future, read your palms. Your life is already decided, a path carved into bone since the day you were born. At some point, you'll stumbled across poz porn. For weeks and weeks, it's all you can watch. You'll feel that itch again and again, and shift into your normal routine. You close your blinds. You drop your pants. You browse for a second, but you already know which one you want to watch. You click on a favorite you've saved, and lick your lips as it starts playing. You see the bottom get on his knees and pull down the pants of another man. A stranger. They're in-between two beds in a sleazy motel room. Your ears perk up, listening to the poz talk. The top asking some seemingly innocent questions, like what is he is doing here. Innocent until the bottom pauses his blowjob to look up, directly into his top's eyes, and tell him, he wants his poz seed. Just hearing that initial exchange gets you harder than anything you've ever heard before. They move positions to the bed. You stroke and stroke, picking up momentum while watching the top devour the bottom's neg hole. The bottom moaning in pleasure, on his back, holding his legs up. Holding his hole open. So fucking open. So fucking vulnerable. You fixate on the top's cock as he presses the head in, and asks a final question, "my viral load is over a million, you sure you want it?" The bottom, hesitates for a split second, before responding "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes please, I want your poz seed in me." You cover yourself in your own fluids right as the top unloads his toxic gift inside. You feel confused in your post nut clarity, still not 100% believing another man would willingly accept a gift like that. Not even accepting it; but craving it, begging for it. That's crazy, you think - but couldn't be me. I would never. You lie to yourself, because you just don't know it yet. The realization hasn't dawned on you, but you've already fallen down the rabbit hole. You just haven't hit the bottom yet. You think you can resist, turn around, change direction. But there is no way to return. You close the browser and clean up. And you carry on pretending. Carry on your facade. Until the next time. Until the next itch. And the next. Over time, your perspective shifts. What you consume, consumes you. You decide, I think it's time for a break from PrEP. But I'll just play safe. So you have some fun with neg tops only. Or with condoms. But the more porn you watch, the more begging you listen to, the more you crave it. The more you fantasize about being the bottom. The more you imagine yourself, on your knees, asking for it directly. Locking eyes before unburdening yourself. The more risk involved, the more of a turn on it is. Fantasy is slipping into reality. It slowly begins to be not enough to satiate you fully. You start getting riskier and riskier. A top hits you up on a hookup app, his profile displays key words like condoms or PrEP, things you used to look for, have now become a negative. He's hot for sure, but you're just simply no longer interested. You close their profile. You'll scour profiles over and over, looking for that key word you subconsciously know you want. "Positive." You'll hover over the send message button, but ultimately you can't control yourself. All it takes, is just the thought of sending him a message. It's enough to send ropes of cum blasting over you. It's enough - for now. You close the browser. Clean up. The cycle ends and begins again. Your consumption brings you to the world of Chemsex videos, and a new fixation begins. Even more Primal. Raw. Insatiable. Piggy. Free. You watch their inhibitions melt completely away with each click of the torch. Watching that switch flip in real time. You think, before he takes that first inhale, I could see this guy being a family man. Right before his true self is unleashed. Right before his facade fades out. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a light bulb goes off in your head that you can't turn off. Outside of just a normal, growing desire to try it and experience how good it feels, you start to think, this... This is exactly what I need. My inhibitions are the only thing preventing me from what I want. So, you decide, you need your inhibitions gone. After some positive reinforcement of orgasm after orgasm, watching men melt away into pigs, you decide, I need to try this. Today. You log into the usual sites, and thanks to all the videos you've watched, you start noticing keywords in profiles that indicate partying. You learn what to look for, and eventually, it happens. You found it. You found someone who has some favors to share. That first inhale is pure bliss. Over time, trying it over and over, you can't believe the heights of pleasure it has taken you to. Yet there's still a part of you that is clinging desperately, logically, holding you back. You don't know how to say openly, "I want your poz seed in me." You're still afraid. Afraid of being completely honest and open with another, despite how many clouds you exhale. But it's it's still working in the background, unnoticed, eroding your inhibitions from the inside. So you'll party for a little while, then decide to take a break. That stubborn part of you, will pull yourself up from the ledge you were hanging from. The ledge you desperately crave to go over. Not this time, you think. But deep down, you know you're only delaying the inevitable. Each and every inhale and exhale, you feel that grip slipping, just a little bit more. Horny and in heat, you've let that itch go too long without a scratch. You find yourself browsing sites on a normal, boring Tuesday night. Not your normal routine, but you need it tonight. You hit up the sites again, when you stumble on his profile again. That one. The one you've checked out before and fantasized about, but could never muster the courage to message. He messages you instead. He is free right now, and looking. He can't be real. This can't be real. But you'll continue replying to his messages eagerly. There is a shift inside. You can't stop yourself from replying back to him. You think, we're just chatting, no harm done. Yet there is something about him that has you desperate to finally give in. To let your desire take the wheel, and steer the car fully. He wants to party, and you reply, I do too. He wants to free you of your inhibitions. You reply, I want them destroyed. He tells you, he can certainly get you to that point. Your mind races at the thought, wondering if he is as open minded like you are. Like to want to be. But you know the answer already. The moment comes when you decide, I need to know. You hit send on the most important message. The most honest message you've ever sent to someone. You lay your desires out fully. You let your guard down completely. You wait patiently for his reply. You refresh the page a few times, and then you see it in your inbox. You read his reply. For the first time ever in your life, someone sees you. he sees you. The real you. You think, it's finally happening. This is crazy. Am I crazy? Your mind races off on what if's, but your desire shifts the goalposts. Starts prying your logical fingers clinging to the ledge, one by one. You tell yourself, it's okay if I convert, because the worry will come later. Being poz today, tomorrow, the next week, does not matter in the grand scheme of things. You think, it isn't logical though. I shouldn't. But I want to. Should I? As your mind circles the drain, two sides of you fight for control. logic and desire, order and chaos. Desire inevitably wins, your logic has been eroded out, a frail shell of what it once was. Desire begins prying that final finger off the ledge, and you freefall. You think, No. Fuck that. It doesn't have to make sense. It's okay if I convert, because, and only because, I want this. I need this. You let go of worrying about your future. About your work. About what your friends and family will think. Your mind clears. You want to live in the moment. You want to be unburdened by your inhibitions. You want freedom from the lies you tell. You remove the shackles from your wrists completely. You reply. I'm ready.

Thank you for all the responses and feedback. here is the next part of the story. Let me know what you think and post what you think happens next. For the next couple of weeks. I tried to hook up with women. I would pick up chicks at bars, bring them home, and try to fuck them. I found that I wasn't getting hard enough, and the feeling wasn’t the same. I even booked an escort, and the same thing happened. I thought it was because I needed to fuck a sloppy, used hole. So, I organised my mate from the other night to come over and bang a bird with me. He was hesitant. He was married with kids, but we both knew he fucked behind her back. I fucked the bird after he had blown in her dozens of times, but my mind went to that boy’s beautiful, smooth body, perky white arse being fucked by a stranger… An older man. I went to my dealer. I needed what I had that night, which I learnt was meth. I asked him about poppers, and he, of course, knew what they were and had supplies. ‘Poppers.’ He said. ‘Yeah. I think that’s what it was called.’ My dealer just rolled his eyes. ‘How strong?’ ‘You sell it?’ ‘Yeah. I do. How strong?’ ‘Strongest you got.’ At first, it was casual. A smoke here, a smoke there. Weekend business. I’d still try to fuck girls, still go through the motions, still pretend my body was listening to the script I’d been handed. It never hit right. The release was there, but the spark? Dead on arrival. Then one night, I wandered back to that back room. Same door. Same low light. Same sense of stepping sideways out of the world. Inside, it was wall-to-wall blokes—old, young, built, broken, confident, desperate. Sweat, smoke, sex hanging in the air like a storm about to crack. I was raging hard, off my face, heart thumping like it wanted out of my chest. Whether I’d timed it perfectly or whether it was always like this didn’t matter—there was fucking everywhere. Bodies pressed, hands roaming, breathy sounds swallowed by the dark. Part of me still flinched at the idea of men on men. Old wiring dying slow. But I’d heard about glory holes. Urban myth made flesh. I shut myself into one of the booths. Tiny. Private. Loud in my head. I sat there for a moment, brain floating somewhere above the ceiling, cock heavy in my hand, answering a call I’d been dodging for years. Then— “Hey… can I suck it?” A whisper. Low. Close. Not from behind me. From the hole in the wall. I ignored it at first. Let the moment hang. Let the pulse build. Then something inside me finally unclenched. A quiet voice saying, stop fighting it. I never saw who it was. That was the point. Just a wall between us, solid and anonymous. I stood, guided myself forward, and pushed through the opening. The response was instant. Warm. Wet. A mouth closing around my cock with intention, not hesitation. Fuck. Whoever was on the other side knew exactly what they were doing. Took my cock deep, no theatrics, no mercy. No woman had ever handled me like that—so sure, so unafraid. My body answered before my head could catch up. I started moving. Slow at first. Then harder. The wall thudded as I lost rhythm, lost restraint, hips snapping forward like I was trying to disappear into it. The mouth didn’t retreat. If anything, it met me, took everything I gave. A hitch of breath. A gagged sound. Slicker now. Messier. Still there. I dragged the poppers under my nose, long and greedy, the room dissolving as I floated higher and higher. Everything narrowed to sensation. Heat, pressure, surrender. I didn’t last. Couldn’t. When it hit, it was violent and unstoppable, my cum spilling into the dark, erupting into a stranger who accepted it without a sound. No faces. No names. Just release. My worries about playing with men didn’t vanish overnight, but they thinned out, lost their grip. Curiosity outpaced fear. Before I knew it, that back room had me clocked as a regular. Familiar nods. Familiar heat. I started branching out—other cruise clubs, other shadows—and that’s where I learned about beats. Different geography, same hunger. I let blokes suck my cock without overthinking it. Watched men get fucked like it was live theatre, raw and unfiltered. No shame, no curtains. Just bodies doing what they wanted. My first time at a sauna was strange in how normal it felt. Like a football change room after training—same steam, same casual nudity, same sideways glances—except this time there was fucking and full-blown gay debauchery unfolding in every direction. And honestly? I didn’t hate it. I found myself studying physiques, appreciating strength, shape, presence. It felt honest. Unpretentious. Eventually, I wasn’t leaving the house for much else. Football coaching or cruising—that was the whole operating model. Everything else felt like admin. Busywork. Noise. My place was littered with paraphernalia. Pipes, baggies, the quiet evidence of a life slipping its leash. Control wasn’t gone yet, but it was wobbling. There were nights I turned up to football training high on meth—eyes sharp, patience thin, confidence blown out to dangerous proportions. I knew I was fraying. I just didn’t give a fuck. Finals were looming, and the team was humming. We were genuine contenders to take the season. On paper, everything looked solid. In reality, cracks were everywhere—especially with Scout. He wasn’t himself. Or maybe I was seeing him too clearly. I pulled the green light on him. Went hard. Harder than necessary. The team started whispering that I was favouring him, so I overcorrected—stares that lingered too long, pressure dialled up every chance I got. Punishment disguised as discipline. A few weeks out from the grand final, another training night rolled around. It was pissing down rain, cold and relentless. I didn’t soften it. Didn’t adjust the plan. I ran them into the ground anyway. By the end, they were wrecked—soaked, filthy, mud ground into skin and jerseys. Scout mouthed off. Pushed back. A fucking prick about it. I sent the rest of the team to the lockers, told them to clean up. Then I made Scout wait. Alone. Standing there in the rain and mud, while I let the silence do the work. “What the fuck’s going on, Scout?” I barked. “Finals are breathing down our necks and you’re acting like a complete wanker.” He just stood there in the rain, head bowed, water streaming through those sandy-blond curls. I clocked it. Hated that I clocked it. The night was doing strange things to my focus. “Scout.” “Mum’s pregnant.” That wasn’t on the training plan. “Oh.” I recalibrated. Corporate pivot. “That’s… that’s not a bad thing, mate. Why’s it got you this rattled?” I stepped closer, close enough to feel his heat through the cold. Grabbed his upper arms, gave him a small shake—half frustration, half something I didn’t have a label for yet. “Look at me.” He lifted his head. His eyes were wrecked—crystal blue, wet, lost. Not weakness. Confusion. The kind that pulls you under if you stare too long. “It’s yours.” “What?” “I saw that night. You were there.” My stomach dropped. Freefall. “Scout,” I said carefully, voice low now. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Adults fuck. It doesn’t mean—” “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Dad can’t have kids.” Silence punched in between us. Rain filled the gap. “Oh. Shit.” Before I could regain control—before I could coach my way out of it—he leaned in and kissed me. Soft. Brief. Electric. I froze. Thirty-plus years of rules, titles, and self-control screaming at once. Coach. Authority. Fucking adult. My body, however, missed the memo. He was 18. Yes. Legal age. But something felt wrong about it. Yet so right. Time slipped. Then snapped back. He pulled away first, eyes wide, already panicking. I was still standing there, rain dripping off my chin, pulse hammering in places it shouldn’t. “I—” he started. I should’ve stepped back. Should’ve shut it down. Instead, I bent forward and kissed him back; slower this time, deliberate, just long enough to admit the truth neither of us was saying out loud. The rain kept falling. And nothing was simple anymore. I poured a double rum over ice and necked it like it owed me money. Rolled a fifty, and laid out two lines on the marble bench. Snorted them without ceremony. The music was up, heavy metal, all distortion and threat, when the knock came. “Fuck. Not now,” I muttered. “Neighbours can fuck right off.” Another knock. Louder. My brain did the math at speed and came up with one answer I didn’t want. Scout’s dad. Holy shit. Either he was here to tell me I’d knocked up his wife… or to rearrange my face over what happened in the rain with his son. I poured another rum, swung it back, felt it burn all the way down. Liquid courage. Corporate risk management. I walked to the door, heart kicking, and pulled it open to whatever was coming. It wasn’t his dad. It was Scout. Soaked through. Hair plastered to his head. Rain dripping off his nose, his jacket, pooling at his feet like he’d been standing there longer than he should’ve. “Ah—Scout,” I said, buying time. “What are you doing here?” He opened his mouth. Closed it again. Words clearly stuck somewhere between his chest and his throat. “Come in.” I didn’t wait for permission. Threw an arm around his shoulders and guided him inside, quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. Door shut. The lock clicked. The coke chose that moment to fully light me up. “Mate, you shouldn’t be here,” I said, too fast. “Fuck—you must be freezing.” I grabbed the throw rug off the big leather couch and tossed it at him. He caught it awkwardly, still half somewhere else, eyes darting around my place like he was already cataloguing the mess of it. Music thumping. Drugs humming. Rain left outside—but not really. The night had just escalated without a meeting invite. “I needed to see you.” “Shit… um. Now really isn’t a great time.” I glanced around the living area—drugs out, empty bottles everywhere, the place telling on me before I could. Scout drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain-streaked glass framing the Melbourne skyline like a postcard I didn’t deserve. “I knew you had a nice place,” he said, almost smiling. “Didn’t realise the view was this good.” “Yeah. Sorry.” I busied myself, scooping up empties, sliding a glass pipe off the coffee table like it hadn’t been there all along. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. What… what are you doing here?” He stepped in and tried to kiss me. I pulled away, heart punching, and retreated down the hall toward the kitchen. He followed. I dropped the bottles on the marble bench a little too hard. The coke was buzzing now, skin humming, thoughts outpacing judgment. He came up behind me. Close. Too close. His arms circled my waist; his hands slipped into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing jocks. He grabbed a hold of my shaft. I moaned at his touch. He squeezed slightly. My cock stiffened slightly. Intense, grounding and dangerous all at once. I sucked in a breath despite myself, my body reacting before my head could throw a flag. A low sound escaped me—half protest, half surrender. That was enough to snap me back. I caught his hands, untangled myself, and turned to face him. Put space between us. Not much, but deliberate. “Stop,” I said, quieter now. “We can’t just… do this.” The room felt smaller. Louder. Charged with everything we weren’t saying. “Yes,” he said, breath unsteady. “I want you. I always have.” He swallowed. “I’m in love with you, Coach.” “Scout… I’m not—” The words stalled. Weak. Unconvincing. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he pressed on. “After training. In the showers.” Not accusing. Certain. “Fuck.” My jaw tightened. “Scout, has anyone else seen you?” “No.” A pause. Then, softer—deadlier. “It’s our little secret. You… you open my eyes, Coach.” I turned away and headed back toward the living area, needing space, needing air. “You’re young,” I said, reaching for a reason like it might save us both. “You’re figuring yourself out.” He followed me. “I’ve done things,” he said behind me. “You know. I’ve… experimented.” I stopped. Looked back at him. “Done what?” He hesitated, then lifted his chin, defiant now. “I’ve sucked guys off before.” The admission hung there, quiet, deliberate, irreversible. The room felt tighter. Like a door closing somewhere I couldn’t see. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Scout started to tell me how he started fooling around with boys his age. But then his stories grew a little darker. He told me he has been going to beats and cruise clubs, and while he has not done a lot, he has sucked a lot of guys off. I was concerned for him. And I was. At first. But as he spoke, my body betrayed me. My cock was pushing through my shorts. Scout noticed. He told me how he met a guy close to my age; they didn't chat much. The guy gave him a smoke from a glass pipe, similar to what I had tried to hide. One thing led to another, and the guy took Scout to a private room, pulled his shorts down and ate out his arse. That surge of horniness rushed through him. In that moment, he wanted more. He hoped the guy would fuck him. The guy moved to Scout’s cock and blew him. Deep long strokes with his old man mouth. Scout felt his orgasm simmer, but he didn’t want to cum, so he pushed the old man off his cock. The man misread the moment. Or maybe read it exactly how he wanted. Scout described it like he was narrating a film he’d watched too many times, detached, oddly proud. Scout grabbed a hold of the old man’s boner sticking out from his aged body. Looked past the hairy belly and chest, and up into his drug-peaked eyes, then drove his dick balls deep down his throat. He reckons it was what he smoked that allowed him to go so deep. He had never done that before. The old man took it as a sign. Grabbed Scout by the back of his head and throat fucked him. There was a moment, he said, when he thought he might pass out. He remembered being so high that he didn’t care how the man was treating him. The man just fucked his throat, occasionally pulling all the way, then slamming it back in. Mucus puked everywhere, and Scout used all his willpower to push through and let the man fuck. The old man kept driving it deep. Scout felt his throat stretch open at every thrust. The old man moaned and announced he was going to blow. Scout thought he was going to shoot down his throat. Scout was prepared to get a good flood of this man’s cum, but he pulled out instead and unloaded over Scout’s face. My cock twitched at the thought of cum splattering over his beautiful young face. The story got me fucking horny, and the cocaine intensified it. I was sweating. I adjusted my cock. I noticed Scout. “Holy shit, Scout,” I said quietly. “Do your parents know you’re… gay?” “No. At least—I don’t think so.” He hesitated. “Dad wouldn’t take it well. He’s always going on about how dangerous gay men are. Says they don’t care who they hurt, who they infect. Talks about the seedy side of it like it’s all rot and disease.” “Because he works for the AFP,” I said. “Pretty much.” That did it. The buzz faltered, just enough for reality to punch through. I hadn’t thought about it before. Not properly. The risks. Infections. Consequences that don’t show up immediately but linger, waiting. I’d spent years convincing myself danger belonged to other people—reckless people. I stared at nothing for a moment, mind spiralling, and wondered, too late, too honestly, what you could catch just from letting someone get that close. Scout was shaking a little. Still wet. “Hold on, I’ll grab a proper towel.” I went to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. Fuck, I looked like shit, stubble beard, bloodshot eyes, sweating, dripping down my shirtless body. My cock. Raging hard. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way about him. Scout was only 18. But he was such a beautiful boy, I couldn’t control it. I walked back in with a towel and found Scout naked, sitting on the couch, with a glass pipe in his mouth, heating the bulb and sucking in deep. “Fuck! Scout. What are you doing?” “Relax. Coach. Join me. I know you want to.” He stood up I admired his beautiful, young, masculine, smooth body. His six-pack framed by his V-cut, pointing down to his perfect, uncut, semi-hard cock and low-hanging balls. I must have been daydreaming. “Coach.” He handed me the pipe and lighter. I grabbed the pipe, holding it steady as I locked eyes with him. His pupils were blown wide now; the drug was catching up, sinking its hooks in. I lit it and drew slow, deliberate, smoke curling between us. Scout dropped to his knees. The movement alone sent a jolt through me. I pushed my shorts down just enough to feel the air shift. My cock flung up. Raging. My knob pulsed. My body answered before my head could intervene. Everything in me was awake, pulsing, unapologetic. I took another drag and looked down. My cock was hovering just above his head. Just below his blue eyes and slightly floating above his perky lips. Blue eyes, glassy, fixed on mine. Breath shallow, like he was waiting for permission that neither of us was brave enough to name. Time slowed. Smoke hung. The room held its breath. Nothing touched yet, and somehow that made it worse. He opened his mouth and pushed it over my cock. Soft lips, moist mouth massaged as he went deep. My mind was in all sorts. Between a daydream and reality. It was hard to tell. Guys have sucked my cock. But that was through glory holes. I’ve never watched a guy actually suck my cock. And Scout. He wasn’t a guy. He was a young lad, 18. Devouring my cock like a starved animal. Blue eyes locked on me. Spelling the words with his dilated pupils, I belong to you. Long, deep strokes. He kept his pace. He didn’t slow down. Kept pumping my cock deep down his throat. The drugs were peaking through my system, and I wanted more. I grabbed the brown bottle from the coffee table. Undid the lid. Instantly, the aroma aroused my senses. I noticed Scout's eyes shift for the first time. Still deep throating my cock, making it slick with his saliva and mucus, he took an interest in what I had in my hand. His eyes followed as I moved the bottle to each nostril and took in two long, drawn-out sniffs in each. The instant rush hit me. Scout didn’t have to say a word for me to know that he wanted what I was having. I lowered it to his nostrils. He repeated what I did without removing my cock from his mouth. I was in a rush. Scout’s eyes burned through phases. First that pearl halo, until the whites went raw and veined, like the drug was repainting him from the inside out. Awake. Gone. Claimed by poppers. I needed more, so I had another sniff in each nostril. I was peaking off my face. In a haze, and I knew Scout was at that same level. My concerns about being sucked off by a man evaporated. I was hungry. Aggressive. I just wanted to fuck. I grabbed Scout by the back of his head and pushed my cock down his throat, feeling it break past his tonsils and down his throat pipe. I was too far gone to be concerned with his comfort and fucked. Hard. I pumped, driving it deep with every thrust. Planting Scout’s face into my pub, crushing his nose into my musky sweat odour, ensuring he could not get away from the potent aroma. He didn’t pull away. He loved it. Bathed in it. He gagged. I watched his body reflex as he held back a spew. I kept going. It turned me on. I wanted it. I wanted him to puke as I skull fucked him. I took it up a level. It hit the mark. Scout puked as I face fucked him. Stomach fluid expelled out from around his lips past my thrusting shaft, exploding over his beautiful young face, slashing up my torso. There was an obscene amount, and it flowed. Scout never closed his eyes. His face was covered in his own fluids. It was getting too much for me. I felt my balls tighten. I wanted to keep going, but I didn’t want it to end. I used all my willpower to stop and pull out of his mouth. Scout coughed instantly. He was air-deprived that whole time. “Are you okay, Scout?” He kept coughing for a moment, body shuddering, breath uneven. Then it passed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still glassy. “No.” I paused. “No?” “I loved it.” “I like feeling dirty.” I grabbed a hold of my slick cock and jerked at the thought of Scout being a dirty boy. I was about to push my cock back into his mouth when he stood up and bent over the couch. He pointed his perfect pale peach of an arse at me. Legs spread, back arched enough that his cheeks spread open, revealing his tiny pink hole. Untouched. Young. Virgin. I had that moment of wonder. Am I dreaming? I never thought of myself as gay. I fucked women. So why am I so turned on by this young lad's arse? I had never felt such an intense drive build up from deep inside me like I did at that moment. Scout turned his head. Face coated in his own mucus and stomach fluids. Even in his messy, dirty state, he was perfect, sexy, handsome and fucking beautiful. He didn’t have to say it. I knew it. I knew what he wanted. Needed. “Are you sure?” His glassy blue eyes twinkled. “You have never been fucked. I am in my fifties. I am older than your dad.” He didn’t take his glassy blue eyes off me. I moved in close. My slick cock is only millimetres away from his pink bit. “You are about to lose your virginity to an old man. Is this what you want? How do you want to remember your first time?” I placed my knob at the entrance of his virgin hole. Spit moistened his entrance. I tossed him the brown bottle. I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He went to it like clockwork, taking two long whiffs in each nostril. As he held his breath, letting the poppers rush through his body. I pushed my knob against his tiny pink hole. The mucus from Scout’s throat allowed for perfect lubrication as I felt his pink break and expand over my knob. “Argh!” Scout moaned loudly. Letting go of the poppers in his system. I was raging. Wild like a wolf, desperate for a feed. I needed to be inside him. I didn’t stop. I kept pushing. Knob was well past his opening, and my shaft was driving deep. His tight pink hole was trying with all its might to grip on and stop me, but my strength overpowered it, and it gave way. I wasn’t going to stop. I was balls deep; Scout was moaning a mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn’t care that he was a virgin. When I fuck, I hammer, and that was what I intended to do. I power fucked from the get-go. Driving deep and pulling all the way out, watching his tight grip on my cock pull every time. He had no power over me, and I fucked. Scout moaned louder. He placed his hand against my thigh to try to get me to slow down. Maybe stop me. But I swatted it away and drove deeper. Harder. I grabbed the back of Scout’s neck and pushed his face into the leather couch. His eyes were crushed shut. Moaning in pain… Not Pleasure. Mucus spitting and splattering every time from each of his cries and pleas. I wasn’t going to stop. I needed to fuck. I needed to break the young lad in. “Mm, yeah… Take your coach’s cock. Feel it break you open. Ahh… No condom, boy. I’m inside you raw.” I was power fucking him. His moaning shifted to a scream of pain. His tone was a language of his feelings. Feelings of a moment, wanting to lose his virginity to his coach, to wondering if this was the right thing to do. The pain must have been overwhelming. The lad’s pink virgin hole went from a tiny button to an instant stretched out tunnel being pulverised. “Ugh. Fuck-” He moaned in pain, “Stop. It’s hurting.” I had no doubt the neighbours could hear. I didn’t give the young boy time to adjust. I was a starving animal finally devouring my kill. I had fucked a lot of pussy. But it had never felt the way his boy hole felt. My concerns about my feelings for the lad were gone. I was lost in a new sensation, and I wasn’t giving it up. I was deaf to Scout’s moans. The boy’s pink buttonhole was mine. I owned it. I had no idea how much time had passed. I was completely fixated on fucking. The sensation was building up in my balls. My cock was beginning to feel an impulsive eruption. Scout went silent. He surrendered to the invasion. He gave in to my power over him. No. I looked a little closer. He was weeping. I knew I was meant to feel sorrow, but instead it tipped me over the edge. I took him. I took his virginity. I broke the lad physically and mentally. The fear in his tears confirmed it. I lost control. “Ahh… I’m cumming, boy!!” I shouted from the rooftop. My balls tightened, and my cock erupted. I moaned. I jammed my cock inside the lad with every shot of my load, injecting inside him. I grip around his neck, tighten. The lad was limp. Turned into nothing but a hole for my use. It had been a long time since I unloaded the amount I knew I was injecting inside me. Women weren’t doing it for me, and I never got the power orgasm I was having in that moment. It was new, it was a sensation, it was like his hole was a vortex drawing my energy from my body through my cock and into it. I thought I owned it. But it owned me. It took me. I was the fly. It was the Venus Flytrap now sucking my life force through every ejaculation. I didn’t think it was going to end. The sensation was too overwhelming, and I was shaking, pushing on the edge of hurting. Eventually, it did. The vortex let go, and I was released. I slumped on top of the lad like a dead weight. Huffing and puffing like I just ran a marathon. Scout, he just lay there, weeping and with a look that clearly said. What did I do? I was sweating profusely. Drenched in my own moisture, dripping all over the boy. I slowly felt my breathing dialled down. As it did, my primal mind set reverted back to its normal state. It was here that I had my first concerning thought about Scout. Fuck. Scout. My cock is still solid and inside him. I lifted my weight off him. Pulled my cock back. Scout’s hole gripped tight. “Ah-!” Scout yelped. He was still so tight. My cock was wedged deep inside it. Scout cried. “Argh! It hurts.” I tried to pull back again, but his hold gripped tighter. Scout cried in pain again. “Scout. I need to pull out. Just push through the pain.” I moved slightly, and he cried in pain. I had no choice but to just pull back. Force Scout to just accept it. I pulled back. His hole gripped on. I watched my cock pull out with Scout’s tender red hole, dragging out with it until only my large knob was left inside. “Oh God. Please stop!” Scout yelped in a hyperventilating state. “Scout. My knob is still inside you. Your hole is gripped around it. The only way is for me to pull out and you release me. Just accept it. It will be over soon. Just-Just-” I didn’t give him a chance to answer, and I pulled out. His hole was forced to release my knob. Scout screamed. I watched his hole, and for a moment it remained wide open, unsure what to do with itself. Its lips were red, raw, puffy. My load had no barrier in that slight moment; it poured out like a river of white running down the back of the young lad’s smooth balls. Then it retracted. Scout’s hole closed in, leaving a tight, tiny, red, puffy hole. Broken in. No longer virgin. The sight of my cum layered over Scout’s balls was too much. That deep inner urge to eat pearly whites boiled over the edge. I knelt down and cupped them in my mouth like a suction cup and sucked them clean. Scout seemed to relax. His hyperventilation slowed down. After I cleaned every drop of my seed off his youthful ball sack, I planted myself on the couch close to Scout’s head, heaving a breath like I just ran a marathon. My cock was slick with Scout’s arse juices and my cum. Tiny streaks of red down the shaft. I did some damage to him. Guilty struck me. Fuck. Scout said no. He begged me to stop. I didn’t. Fuck. I’m an animal. Did I just do what I think I just did? Scout had not moved. His face was still planted on the leather couch, mucus-covered, with weeping eyes. His perfect pale peach arse was still sticking in the air. ‘Scout?’ Strings of mucus streaking over his lips flapped through each of his breaths as his adrenaline subsided. He mumbled from behind the spit, ‘Coach.’ ‘Scout. Are you ok?’ He didn’t answer. My guilt turned to worry. I think I did do what I think I did. There was a knock on the door. Fuck! The neighbours heard. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around my waist, hands shaking as I hauled the front door open. Old man Larry stood there, his wife tucked under his arm, both of them wearing that tight, polite concern people reserve for situations they don’t want details about. “Hi. Yes. Um… can I help you?” The words tripped over themselves. The towel barely stayed put. My hair was slicked to my forehead with sweat and product, skin flushed, pupils blown wide. I must’ve looked cooked. The air around me was heavy; The scent of sex wafted off me, which must have been overbearing for them. “Sorry, mate,” Larry said, clearing his throat. “We just… heard a lot of noise.” “We thought someone might be hurt,” his wife added gently. I froze. Full system shutdown. The silence stretched, thick and unforgiving. Then I felt a hand settle on my shoulder. Warm. Familiar. Scout stepped into view beside me, calm as anything. Naked. Unbothered. Like this was just another Tuesday night. “Everything okay here?” he said evenly. Larry blinked. His wife’s grip tightened on his arm. “Oh. Right. We—ah—sorry,” Larry muttered. “Didn’t mean to intrude.” “We should go,” his wife said quickly, steering him away. She glanced back once, twice, eyes flicking between us as they disappeared down the hall. The door clicked shut. Scout wandered back to the leather couch and dropped into it like he owned the place. Like nothing had just detonated. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, adrenaline still fizzing through me. The room felt altered; charged, wrong, irreversible. I paced once. Twice. Then sat on the edge of the coffee table, close enough to feel his presence, far enough to pretend I was still in control. Neither of us spoke. The silence said enough.

Chapter 22: Darkness on the Edge of Town City Streets. 21:02 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Elias drove like a madman through the city to reach St. Barton’s cemetery. As he did so, his mind was racing, flooded with images of smilers and Tex and his squadmates, and theories about what might be going on. He imagined a multitude of awful scenarios of events that had no basis in fact, and were only the conjurings of a panicked mind. “He’ll be fine, and stop thinking of the worst,” Elias kept telling himself as he drove. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Finally, the large iron gate that fronted the cemetery came into view, and Elias felt like time was slowing down as he approached it. Parking the car in a convenient accessible spot, he turned off its engine, and practically leapt from the car. Tex was already coming toward him from the gate, looking shaken but otherwise normal. Elias took a mental sigh of relief as he saw that his friend was unharmed and had not become a smiler. “Thank fuck you’re here, Eli,” Tex said gratefully. “Are you hurt?” Elias asked quickly. “No, the thing didn’t touch me at all.” “Good. I don’t want to see you get hurt, too. Tell me what happened.” Tex recounted the bizarre sequence of events: Dr. Grant’s odd behavior, the discovery of Pixel’s data drive, the encounter at the cemetery, and the abrupt abduction that left Tex with no real answers. As he spoke, Elias kept getting flashes of things that he took to be the product of an overactive imagination – one involved a nightclub. Another was a convenience store. And a third showed him something involving an EMT crew. The images would flash across his brain for only an instant, leaving him with echoes that he couldn’t understand. As they poured in, Elias kept forgetting to listen to Tex’s story, but Tex didn’t seem to notice that he didn’t have his friend’s full attention. Elias put his cold hand to his forehead as if a headache was coming on. Tex took the gesture to mean that Elias was processing all his details. “What are we going to do?” Tex finally asked. Elias shook off the last of the strange visions. “Do you have your gun?” “In the glove compartment.” Elias pulled his jacket open to one side to show his own weapon. “We’re going to stop them. There’s… been a new development.” Tex blinked once, and his face went slightly slack. “Aw, hell, what now?” Whatever the news was, it was going to be bad. “I heard the voice again right before you called. Whoever is leading the smilers has started mobilizing them. If they’re not stopped tonight, the whole city could be overrun with smilers by morning!” “Shit. Then we better get going.” Tex and Elias started moving toward Elias’s car. “But where are they going? Do you know their plans?” Elias inhaled sharply before speaking. “I have some ideas. Been getting glimpses of what they’re doing. Most of it seems to center around downtown and the warehouse district. I’m going to start with downtown, see if I come across any of them.” “I’ll come, too.” “No, I think we ought to split up,” Elias objected. “Covers more ground that way. You can at least warn people if one of them shows up. You know what to look for, but civilians don’t.” Tex weighed this, and nodded his head, though he wasn’t sure about the idea of separating again. “All right. That’s probably better. The more lives we can protect, the better. My car’s over there.” Tex pointed in the direction of his earlier parking. “Great. Call me if you discover anything.” Elias hesitated before re-entering his vehicle, and turned back to look Tex square in the eye. “Even if it’s one of our team, don’t hesitate to shoot him.” “Shoot to kill?” “Only if you absolutely must. We’re soldiers. We know what we sign up for. But self-preservation takes priority. Trevor would kill me if something happened to you.” He embraced his friend, aware that it might be the last time they see each other. Tex accepted the gesture, and said nothing. When the embrace was broken, Elias heard the voice again. He’s vulnerable. You’re alone. Breed him now! It would be so easy. Just tell yourself it’s your husband. Elias felt his manhood stir as he gazed on his friend. Nervous butterflies welled up in his gut as the sexual tension cried out for release. Elias felt a growl of lust grow in his chest. You can do it. It’s your mission, soldier! A small pool of saliva caught in Elias’s throat. He could just spit it out on Tex’s face, and start the mating process, and this would all be over for both of them. One little slip. Just open your mouth, and let him have it. It would not be your first time infecting. Elias prepared the slightly grey ball of slime for ejection, and in an impressive act of self-control, he spat it to one side, missing Tex completely. Tex looked at him with surprise and curiosity. “Smiler spit?” Tex enquired, already knowing his friend was near the precepice. “Plehh. Yeah. It’s gross. It’s like a sinus infection.” Tex recognized that as his cue to disappear before Elias lost all control. “I… uh… I’m just going to go now. Be safe, pardner.” With that, Tex turned and hurriedly rushed back to his own vehicle. His feet couldn’t get him there fast enough. A sudden flash in Elias’s brain had him staggering weakly, and without a doubt he knew exactly where he needed to go next. He could feel it: Zero begging, pleading not to be forced to go through with his attack as he could feel Zero’s jaws clamp down onto someone’s shoulder. Zero. Zero was a weak link in the chain. And he needed to act fast if he wanted to keep it that way. —----- Alleyway, Warehouse District. 21:22 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The music was the last sane thing he could hear. The heavy, pounding bass from the nightclub pulsed through the alleyway like a heartbeat — steady, human, normal. A reminder of life. Of people. Of safety. Mason clung to it mentally even as his body dragged the man—Matt, they’d called him Matt—farther and farther away. His nails dug into Matt’s wrist, grip iron-tight, muscles moving without permission. The stranger stumbled behind him, weak and shuddering from the infection-slime already working its way beneath his skin. No, no, no—stop—stop making me move him—stop making me hurt him— But Zero moved anyway. Each step carried him deeper into the alley, past dumpsters and rusted fire escapes, until the glow of neon faded and the thumping bass softened into a distant echo, then into silence. Concrete walls boxed them in. Night air sank cold teeth into his overheated skin. Shadows stretched long over the pavement. Zero stopped walking only when the music was completely gone. When the world was quiet enough for him to hear the sound inside his own skull. That awful, suffocating command. A pressure like an invisible fist tightening around the softest parts of his mind. Obey, Zero. The Alpha. The voice slid into him like hot wire, coiling around every nerve, every thought. Zero — Mason — gritted his teeth, body jerking as he attempted to resist. His spine arched involuntarily, muscles spasming, breath coming out in hitched bursts. He felt tears sting his eyes, not because of pain—even though the pain was unbearable—but because of the helplessness. “I don’t want this,” he whispered inside his own mind, the words barely forming through the static. “I don’t want to do this to him. I don’t want to hurt anyone else.” His brain pulsed in response — a psychic blow that made the edges of his vision blur. You exist to spread me. Use the gifts I have given you and follow my wishes willingly. Or I will make you hurt. The Alpha’s voice was a roar, but also a whisper under his skin. Mocking. Commanding. Triumphant. Zero clenched his jaw, fighting to stay himself. Fighting to remember anything that wasn’t this haze, this fire, this crawling pressure under his skull. Just breathe. Remember something else. Anything else— A flash. White lights. Sterile hallways. The cold metal of an examination table against his spine. Krell’s voice thanking him for his “service” as the infection needle slid beneath his skin. Another flash. Blood on the ground near the back of an ambulance. The horrified gasp of an EMT. The man’s face — young, terrified — as Zero’s body lunged without warning. Zero felt nausea twist through him. God. No. No, I hurt him. I hurt him— He remembered the bite. The taste of copper. The sickening slicing of skin giving way. But he also remembered—dimly, desperately trying to hold onto the thought—that he had angled himself away from the EMT’s throat at the very last second. Using whatever remnants of control he had to avoid the major vessels. Avoid killing him. Please be okay, he begged silently. Please. His shoulders shook. Matt groaned faintly behind him, the man’s legs barely holding him upright. Zero turned to look at him — and for a moment, Mason surged up in his own body, horrified at what he saw. The bite marks on Matt’s shoulder were already darkening. The edges pulsed faintly as the infection spread. The man’s breath came in soft, broken whimpers, half-conscious, helpless. Zero reached out, trembling, wanting to support him, to keep him from falling— But the Alpha shoved his thoughts aside like sweeping dust. He is yours. Complete it. Add him to our ranks. Zero’s knees buckled. He collapsed halfway, catching himself on one hand, the other still locked around Matt’s wrist. His head dropped, hair falling into his face, breath shuddering through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to,” he whispered internally, biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. “I don’t want this. I don’t want to be this.” The Alpha’s laughter pulsed like a migraine. Your desires are irrelevant. You were made to obey. Krell may have done it wrong, but you are mine regardless. A choking sound tore from Mason’s throat. His mind throbbed, vision going white at the edges as the Alpha tightened its psychic grip. Matt sagged against him, weak and pliant. Zero caught him reflexively—and hated himself for how instinctual the movement felt. For how natural the Alpha made all of this seem. “N-not him,” Mason begged inside his head. “Please—anyone but him—” The Alpha ignored the words. Ignored the tears. Ignored the humanity. The pressure increased. Zero’s back arched sharply. He slapped a palm against the concrete wall to stay upright. Matt slid partially down, barely conscious. Finish it. Make him ours, Zero. NOW. Zero bit down on a sob, trying desperately to anchor himself to anything that was his. His name. His memories. His reason. Mason Hawke. Mason Hawke. I’m Mason Hawke— But the Alpha crushed the thought instantly, like grinding glass under its heel. His body twitched violently. Matt stirred weakly, reaching out a trembling hand toward Zero, eyes unfocused. That single human gesture — instinctive, reaching for help — nearly shattered Mason. No. Please. Don’t touch me. I can’t stop myself. Please. Please… run… But Matt couldn’t run. And Zero couldn’t stop. And the Alpha whispered triumphantly in the bleeding ruin of his mind. The alleyway felt like it existed outside of time. Once the club’s pulsing bass faded into nothing, the darkness pressed in around them, thicker and more suffocating with every passing second. Mason could still sense the faint echo of neon lights flickering somewhere behind him, but here, in this deeper pocket of shadow, the world narrowed to only two things: the burning in his veins and the limp, fever-warm weight of Matt’s body against his own. Matt clung to him without strength, his fingers curling weakly in the torn front of Zero’s suit. His breath came in shallow, trembling bursts, and the infection was already beginning to twist his reactions — making him seek contact, heat, anything to ease the overwhelming internal wildfire consuming him. When Matt lifted his head to look at him, his eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. He wasn’t fully conscious, but he wasn’t unconscious either; caught in some agonizing, feverish middle ground. “Please…” Matt whispered, the word slipping out of him like a breath he hadn’t meant to release. His voice was slurred, desperate, soft in a way that made Mason’s chest ache. “Don’t… don’t go… feels too hot… I need something… I need you in me…” Zero froze, but the Alpha didn’t hesitate. A psychic pressure tightened inside his skull with an almost physical force, urging him to act, pushing him forward like a marionette pulled by invisible strings. Mason tried to force his muscles to still, to create space between their bodies, but the Alpha’s command overrode him instantly, sending a tremor down his spine and compelling his hands to settle on Matt’s hips, pulling him closer. Inside, Mason recoiled. He begged. He pleaded. He told the Alpha that Matt wasn’t choosing this — that he wasn’t thinking clearly, that he was infected and fever-delirious. But the Alpha dismissed every thought with cold indifference, focusing only on the primal need to spread itself further. A voice that felt like hot wire wound tight around Mason’s mind repeated its command with delight in his helplessness. In his arms, Matt trembled, his body arching subtly toward the contact. “Please,” he murmured again, more breath than voice, “I’m burning…” Mason felt his throat close. He didn’t want this. Not like this. Not with someone who wasn’t in their right mind — someone he was supposed to protect, not violate. But his hands kept moving, numb and mechanical, as if detached from him entirely. The Alpha’s mental grip tightened, squeezing out any resistance he tried to muster, forcing him to prepare Matt in the way the infection demanded. His fingers shook as he touched the waistband of the torn spandex suit, and when Matt shuddered in response, the Alpha pulsed a note of satisfaction through his mind. Tears blurred Mason’s vision before he realized he was crying. He pressed his forehead to Matt’s shoulder, trying to find some part of himself that would still listen to reason, some part that hadn’t been drowned out by the infection’s influence. Matt sagged against him, barely able to support his own weight, his breath hitching in small, pained gasps that made Mason’s heart twist further. He whispered internally to the man in his arms — apologies, pleas, promises he couldn’t keep — anything to feel like he wasn’t completely gone. But the Alpha continued pushing, relentless and cruel, punishing any attempt to stop or slow down with spikes of searing psychic pain. Mason’s grip tightened involuntarily as the Alpha forced his next movement. Zero’s head dipped down, almost in shame and guilt as he slowly began to pull Matt’s black spandex pants down over his ass, watching as he seemed to arch into his touch. With one smooth motion, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard and throbbing cock, and quickly spit in Matt’s face, watching as he seemed to relax more. “At least it won’t hurt for you like it did me.” Zero whispered to himself, swallowing thickly as he gently rubbed the man’s back. He pulled Matt’s hips to his own and in one hard motion, breeched his ass and methodically began to fuck him, feeling as his cock began to leak inside the warm tight confines of the man’s ass. Refusing to focus on the feeling around his cock, the pleasured murmur in his mind from the Alpha, the way his balls seemed to ache with the need for release into the now-willing flesh underneath him. He tried desperately to ignore how Matt groaned and sighed, sounding like his world was now complete with the monster Mason had become claiming his body for infection. His awareness seemed to fracture as he went through the motions. His consciousness receded into a tight, shaking corner inside himself while his body acted on a script he never would have chosen. He sobbed openly now, forehead pressed against Matt’s fever-hot skin, each breath a tremor. He felt the Alpha surge again, a dark wave of triumph as it sensed completion approaching. “Please…” Mason begged inside his own mind, though he had no idea who he was speaking to anymore. “Someone… stop me… please…” And then something shifted in the air. A faint sensation, like weight displaced. Like a presence intruding. Mason felt it before he heard it — a crackling tension brushing against the edges of his awareness. A voice followed, sharp and familiar, cutting through the haze like a blade. “ZERO! STEP AWAY FROM HIM.” Zero jerked violently, his entire body recoiling even before he registered the source. He lifted his head, tears streaming down his face, and saw a silhouette framed at the mouth of the alley — tall, steady, gun raised with unwavering certainty. Elias Kade. Reaper. Aiming a gun with tense hands squarely at him. Recognition hit Mason with brutal force. Relief, shame, longing, panic — all tangled inside him like barbed wire. His lips parted, and a broken, grateful sound escaped him before he could stop it. “E… Elias…” Saying the name felt like touching a live wire. The Alpha erupted inside him, enraged by the defiance, slamming agony through his skull so violently he nearly collapsed. His fingers spasmed, finally releasing Matt completely, letting the man slump onto the ground beside him. Mason fell with him, clutching his head, trembling uncontrollably as the Alpha punished him. Elias stepped closer, voice no longer sharp but cautious, steady, coaxing him back from the brink. “Zero… look at me. Stay with me. Let go of him and just listen to the sound of my voice.” Mason curled inward, shaking, unable to stop the sobs tearing from him. He could barely hear Elias over the Alpha’s violent screaming in his mind. Until the voice changed. Softened. Shifted into something only one person ever said to him. “…Mason. Please. I know you don’t want to do this.” The world stilled. Something inside Zero cracked wide open. With a desperate, guttural breath, he dragged himself toward the sound he’d been aching for, the tether he needed more than air. He surged forward, collapsing into Elias’s arms with the last of his strength, burying his face against the man’s chest as the Alpha reeled in fury. Elias caught him without hesitation, arms tight, grounding him in a way nothing else could. The moment Zero collapsed against Elias, the Alpha screamed. It wasn’t sound — not in the physical sense. It was a pressure, a violent psychic wail that clawed at the inside of Mason’s skull, trying to wrench control back, furious at his act of rebellion. His body convulsed, muscles tightening in jerks as if someone had jammed live wires beneath his skin. Elias tightened his hold, grounding him with steady strength. “Zero—Mason—look at me. We have to move. Now. The cops will be here any second and they’ll call the paramedics to help him. He’ll be okay.” Mason nodded weakly, forehead still pressed against Elias’s shoulder, his clawed fingers clutching the fabric of Elias’s coat like a lifeline. He knew the Alpha was only seconds away from forcing his body to lash out. He could already feel the twitch in his limbs — the subtle beginning of a command he didn’t want to obey. To attack his friend and incapacitate him. “I’ll go,” Mason rasped. “Just… don’t let go. Please don’t let go.” Elias swallowed hard, something flickering in his expression, and eased Mason upright. He kept one arm around him, the other raised with the gun firmly trained on Zero’s center mass. He moved with the caution of someone approaching a bomb with a loose wire. And Mason didn’t blame him. He welcomed it. “Good,” Mason whispered, voice raw. “K-keep it pointed at me. If I change—if I snap—just do it.” “Don’t say that.” Elias’s voice was low but firm, strained by something deeper than fear. “Just keep talking to me. Stay here. Stay present.” Together they staggered out of the alley, Elias supporting most of Zero’s weight even as he kept the gun steady. Behind them, distant shouts echoed — security guards, club staff, frightened partygoers calling for help — but Elias guided them in the opposite direction, slipping into narrower, darker streets where no one would follow. Mason’s breath hitched as the Alpha hissed again inside his skull. Traitor. You will pay for denying me! For siding with that abomination! A spike of pain shot down his spine, forcing him to double over. Elias caught him, steadying him before he could collapse. Zero clung to him on instinct, fingers curling into Elias’s coat as another tremor ran through his body. “Easy,” Elias murmured, his voice rough with controlled urgency. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” “You don’t,” Mason whispered, shaking as he forced the words out. “He—It—The Alpha—he wants me to attack you. He’s screaming at me to turn around. Every time you touch me he gets louder.” Elias adjusted his grip, pulling Mason closer against his side as they hurried down another block. “Then hold onto me harder,” he said quietly. “If it keeps him out of your head, just do it.” Mason nodded and did just that. He pressed so close to Elias that their steps synced, his breath trembling against the collar of Elias’s jacket. And strangely — impossibly — the Alpha recoiled. The psychic pressure didn’t fade, but it shifted, disoriented, like the proximity to Elias disrupted its signal. “Eli…” Mason choked, voice barely audible. “Stay close. Please. It confuses him. It hurts him.” “Then I’m not going anywhere.” Another wave of agony hit Zero’s mind. This time he groaned aloud, pulling away just enough to brace himself against a brick wall. Elias’s gun tracked every movement, barrel unwavering, eyes sharp and pained at once. “Talk to me,” Elias commanded. “Stay with me, Mason. Don’t let him pull you under.” Zero shook with effort, using the wall to keep himself upright. “He’s telling me to bring you to him. To knock you out so he can bring you to his side. Over and over. He’s angry I didn’t finish—finish what he wanted with the man. He says you’re next. He says he’ll take my body and use it to—” His voice cracked. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Elias stepped closer slowly, the gun still up but his free hand hovering near Mason’s shoulder. “You won’t,” he said, though his voice trembled with the weight of uncertainty. “I trust you more than he does.” Mason huffed out a pained, broken laugh. “You shouldn’t.” “I should. And I do.” Another twitch rippled through Mason’s arm — a sharp jerk toward Elias. The Alpha testing its control. Zero sucked in a breath, slammed his fist into the wall to stop the motion, and cried out as pain radiated through his knuckles. “Keep it pointed at me,” he gasped. “If he takes over, don’t hesitate.” Elias’s jaw tightened, but he nodded once. “Understood.” They moved again, hurrying down the block. Mason leaned into Elias — clinging to him, using him as an anchor, as a shield, as the only thing that kept the Alpha from seizing his limbs completely. He could feel the Alpha pushing, stuttering, writhing in confusion each time Elias steadied him. It was almost like Elias’s presence created interference — like he was the only signal strong enough to weaken the Alpha’s hold. Finally, Elias slowed. “We’re almost there,” he said, breath visible in the cool air and looked back down the alley way at the crumpled form on the ground. Flashlights were now shining on it as indecipherable yells echoed across the buildings. “The car’s on the next street. The police found him and will get him to the hospital.” Mason nodded, trembling violently, sweat cold on his forehead. Every step felt like walking on a knife’s edge — one wrong move and the Alpha would shove him into a violent lunge. Elias must have known that, too, because he kept the gun raised until they reached a nondescript black sedan parked under a flickering streetlight. He opened the back door one-handed and guided Mason inside before sliding in right next to him. The gun never left his hand. He kept it trained on Mason even as the car door shut with a muffled thud. Mason collapsed sideways, pressing his forehead against Elias’s shoulder again, breath ragged. “Don’t stop pointing it at me,” he whispered. “Not until I say.” Elias swallowed, then nodded, adjusting his grip on the weapon. His other hand hovered a few inches away, hesitant but ready to steady Mason again if he faltered. Zero curled in closer, shaking uncontrollably. “I’m trying,” he whispered. “I’m trying so hard to stay myself.” “And I’m right here,” Elias said softly. “As long as you hold onto me, he doesn’t get to win.” Mason closed his eyes, clinging to the warmth of Elias’s presence like a dying man holding on to the last light he could still see.

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And adding to the whole "stump the chump" reasoning; poz guy on meds is least likely to infect someone with HIV. Those rejecting us are increasing their overall risk of infection.

My first time was in SOP in King's Cross. A hot poz guy fucked me in the open area and then emptied his bladder into me. I loved it and have loved it ever since.

Rick's POV I stared at this young adult who looked like a high school boy. Handsome, beautiful and a gorgeous body. He had a handsome and, strong face with high cheek bones. His eyebrows a little thick for my taste but his eye lashes were a little long which made him cute too. His body was lean and tight. He had light abs showing and a tight body. And he had a tight nice formed ass. He had some light hair on his pubes and some on his legs. Now with his full body tan his body was smoking hot. It was a golden shine that made him a trophy that I wanted for myself. I wasn't just horny for him I was attracted to him. I knew I had to have him. I wanted him.

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

After talking to you, I wonder what the cops said to the people who called them to explain to them what happened? ...and if there was any blowback for the guy you met. I can imagine where I live, news like that would spread like wildfire and the curtains would be twitching.

I have even noticed Sniffies thinned out in my area. I don’t get the responses I used to. I was also on bbrt the other day and a guy said he wouldn’t play with me because I was Poz. I thought that’s what the whole site was about? Being Poz and playing with like minded and excepting men.

So maybe 10 years ago, I was still asking guys to rubber up; especially since I'd just moved to LA. I always clean out pretty weel and knew I'd be ggod. I was playing around with a guy and he was fucking me. Started off as a nice slow fuck but as guy got closer to getting off, turned into a jack rabbit pounding. He was big beefy guy with a huge dick and I'd poppered up to relax and was really enjoying the fuck. He fucked me so hard I came hands free which then caused him to scream as he came. As he pulls out he says, oh shit, the condom came off. Before I can even say anything he's pulling his clothes on, appologizing and runs out the door. I hadn't checked but thought he'd put the condom on, but figured ok, well what an asshole; for stealthing me. I hit the toilet, only a small dribble comes out, so a take a shower trying to figure out my next move. I head to bed and am out pretty fast. So the next day, late in the afternoon, I finally feel the urge to take a dump. As I'm sitting there I start pushing and feel an odd sensation and find the condom working its way out. I pull it out, and as it exits a huge splooge of cum exits my hole. Fuck, turns out he fucked it deep into me and I'm so turned on by what he did. Well by the next couple of fucks the condoms burn my ass and I ask them to remove it. Only 1 of 5 complained. I figured maybe having it in there so long created a sensitivity to latex in my ass as the condom burn was so intense. So after that I'm going raw and haven't looked back. So curious, what are other guys first known stealthing and how did it impact you.

It was my regular. We planned an overnight trip (my girlfriend has no idea I love cock and cum) and arranged to meet at the bathhouse. We got high and fucked all night. He came in my ass many times, and I loaded him too! So fucking hot!

I mean, I get it. Some rando follows you to your apt and like hangs around your door? Probably would do the same! Can't really blame them! Definitely hoping it was the first and LAST time anything like that happens! Gonna be asking any dude that meets me at the door "You the guy I am meeting?" from now on!

Nick is EVIL ... I love him 💖 I think the main characters willingness to give total control away is so fuckin hot 🔥 . When other men aren't controlling him his horny cock is. His promiscuous ass couldn't be happier. I'm looking forward to many chapters in this deliciously distorted tale! 😈 Every ☣️ load is such a turn on. Thanks for this great story and please, keep it cumming!!!💦💦💦☣️💦💦💦☣️💦💦💦☣️

The only reason to acquire a virgin slave is to one fine day destroy his virginity. It is the whole purpose of a man.

When I was younger a lot of my hookups were with guys older than me. I even had a regular daddy that was 30+ years older than me. I would head over to his place after work and he would fuck me than he would take me out to an expense restaurant that there was no way I could afford. Once I turned forty I made it a goal to have sex with someone half my age. Eventually at 44 I had sex with a guy that was 21. We've been together for eleven years now. My goal now that I am past 54 is to have sex with someone 1/3 my age.

Chapter 4: Holidays Can Be Hard Work Dinner was served as a buffet. Checking it out before diving in, Thor was relieved to see that there was a huge assortment of different foods, including plenty of high fiber choices. Once he had his plateful of food, he made his way to the table nearby where a group of the other apprentices were already seated. They were all young, in awesome shape, handsome with looks to draw any eye, and underdressed to kill. Their outfits ran the gamut from swimwear and jockstraps to lacy lingerie and G-strings that left nothing to the imagination – anyone’s imagination. And they were all talking. Thor got it. He understood now what Mark had been telling him. It was practically an instant trade union that he’d joined. In a situation where the older men held all the cash, and therefore all the power, knowledge was almost the only power that he and his fellow apprentices had in hand. He saw Farouk at the next table, tossing him a smile and a friendly wave as he sat down. But mostly he sat and ate, letting the conversation flow around him. Thor was a born listener, always learning a great deal just by keeping his ears open. “He made me breed him twice. I wanted to save some for later, but he wouldn’t let me….” “Watch out for that tall, thin black stud – Xolani. He fucking reamed me out with his 11 thick inches for close to 2 hours before he blasted in me the second time….” “You know the governor? Spoke at dinner last night? He’s a real bottom animal, had 2 of us in there to take care of him – we both filled him up….” “Those twins are something else – sexy, eager, big dicks, really hot fucking animals in bed. I had them both inside me at once.” The young man who’d spoken turned to Thor. “What’s your name, silent one?” “I’m Thor.” “Kristian. I saw one of those twins eyeballing you as you were going along the buffet. Smart money says you’re going to get double-blasted by those two hunks.” Thor pondered the warning for a moment. “What’s their thing? Top, bottom, kink…?” “I can’t say. I’m total bottom so I just lay there with my ass wiggling in the air and they took the hint – and me.” “Hmm. I’m more of a verse guy – like to give almost as much as I take.” Kristian leaned over and let his hand linger on Thor’s forearm. “Is that so? I wouldn’t mind playing with you at all. You’re sexy, hot, …” and his hand dropped down to caress the bulge in Thor’s tight swimsuit “…and well-equipped and prepared for anything.” Thor chuckled. “I can see why those twins went for you like that. I’d love to get together some time with you….” “Get a room, you two.” The snarled comment from one of the veteran apprentices at the next table, accompanied by a lewd wink, brought raucous laughter all around. “Just not this week. We need all the stamina we’ve got for our jobs here. But let’s swap numbers.” Everyone laughed again as Kristian and Thor exchanged numbers – everyone, that is, except Farouk who looked a little unhappy as he watched from the next table. “Wait a minute, guys! Just a thought.” It was the one who’d spoken about sharing his bed with the governor and another apprentice. “Speaking of jobs, did anyone get any tips?” The conversation stopped dead. All of them paused, thought back, and then shook their heads. One of the Christmas apprentice veterans at the next table took pity on them, and leaned over to put his oar in. “I’m not supposed to say too much, fellows, but – just keep your eyes open.” And he chuckled as he said it. Thor dropped out of the conversation again as he pondered the meaning of that remark. When dinner ended, Mark was waiting for him by the door. He put his arm around Thor’s waist as they walked back to the private rooms. Once they were inside the door, he turned Thor to face him and began kissing him again. Thor felt Mark’s hands digging down under his waistband and gently probing his hole as Mark’s tongue was probing his mouth. The temperature was building up and Thor felt certain that Mark liked him enough to stay for another round for the evening. But then Mark drew away – gently, but firmly. “That was a great afternoon, Thor. I really enjoyed playing with you.” “I had a great time too. Thank you, Mark.” “You’ve got some time if you want to clean up before evening hours begin at 9:30. See you around.” One last kiss, and Mark left, tossing a final smile over his shoulder as he headed out the door. Thor laughed, setting the privacy sign as he turned towards the bathroom for a quick cleanup. As he slid his swimsuit down, he felt something scraping against his ass crack. Reaching back, he pulled out a small card and a coin. He looked at the coin first. It was clearly engraved: “U.S.$500.” The card said: “Exchange tokens at the cashier on Sunday before you leave.” Thor chuckled, palming the coin and note and putting them into the inner security pocket in his small bag which he then locked. After his quick wash, Thor headed back to the bed, remembering to reset the sign on the door. It took a few minutes longer, but only a few, before he once again had his dick proudly flying at full mast, ready for whoever came. In his mind he was thinking it’s amazing how a $500 tip can motivate a man’s cock. A few minutes later, the door opened. This time, Thor didn’t jump – he was ready. The door closed and there came again the gentle click and beep. Thor gave his tool an extra pat for good luck just as an east Asian man he hadn’t seen before walked in. No words were exchanged. This man was plainly the strong, silent type. He stripped away his clothes, revealing a firm, toned body with a thick seven inches and an enticing round ass. Thor instantly thought to himself I could enjoy this one either way. The man got onto the bed and got into a 69 position with Thor, revealing that he was a good five inches shorter. Thor had never really thought of this size difference as a source of erotic possibilities, but now he was finding that playing with a smaller body that was still all man was really revving his motor. In no time they were swallowing each other’s cocks deep down their throats. His partner simply rested his hands along Thor’s sides, but Thor was busily massaging his partner’s ass cheeks and running his fingers into the crack to tease the hole. Each time he did this, the man moaned. Thor took that as a go-ahead signal, that he was going to take the lead and fuck this man in his tight little ass. He began thrusting his finger into the hole, quickly discovering that this man was all lubed up and ready to go. Meanwhile the mutual cocksucking was shifting Thor into high gear. His partner lifted off, grinned at him, and then slid forward and sat down. He positioned Thor’s cock at his hole, leaned back, and felt the whole firm tool slide deep into his ass. His face took on a look of sheer bliss as he began riding. Thor was startled. This ass was a lot tighter than he had expected, feeling almost like his friend Sven’s butt had felt seven years earlier, on the day they’d taken each other’s virginity. No question, though, this Asian guy was an experienced cock rider and knew exactly how to give his active partner a great ride. Active, hah, Thor thought, he’s doing all the work and I’m just lying here and enjoying it. At that exact moment, the older man leaned down, grasped Thor’s shoulders, and then rotated over onto his back, pulling Thor up on top of him. And he spoke his first words. “Now get to work.” Inwardly Thor was laughing at himself. But this was an easy order to follow. He began pumping deep into the hole, enjoying the sensations from the grasping and clutching ass muscles. In no time he found that he was getting stroked so well by that tunnel that he was close to exploding. That, it seemed, was no problem. His partner was moaning and crying aloud and then, without even being touched, his dick lifted up off his belly and fired off a cannonade of hot cream that smacked into the wall above the head of the bed. The sudden abrupt way that his hole seized on Thor’s cock triggered Thor’s own orgasm, and he exploded deep inside the man’s ass tunnel. Naturally, he began to slow down a bit at that point. But his partner had other ideas. “No! Keep fucking me!” Thor got back into gear, resuming his energetic ramming. He now had a bit more time in hand and began varying his position. He leaned down and straightened his legs until he was doing full pushups on (and in) this Asian guy’s ass. He rotated to the side, fucking his partner at a 90-degree angle, then turned right around until he was facing his partner’s feet as he kept on plowing that hole. Then he had an idea, remembering something Lars had done with him a few weeks earlier. He grasped his hands around his partner’s back and then levered backwards and upwards until he was standing up, holding this small Asian man in front of him as the man bounced up and down on his cock. That cock was painfully rigid. Thor had never had such a durable and lasting erection, nor had he ever felt the urge to cum again in such a desperate way. But he wasn’t quite ready. He laid his partner down and pulled out, then rolled the smaller man over like a rag doll and thrust back into his hole. Now he found himself lying down on top of his older man toy and thrusting deeply and savagely into the ass – which was now noticeably loosening. The urge to cum, the primal need to breed and seed, was taking control. Thor was no longer even conscious of what he was doing. The wails of ecstasy from his smaller partner were coming distantly through the roaring in his ears as his furious lust drove him onwards into the wildest orgasm he’d ever experienced. “Cumming…” he gasped out as he forced half a dozen more vicious thrusts into the small Asian ass under him and then kept right on, thrusting with animal ferocity into the hole again and again as his tool pumped out multiple gushes of his seed. Finally, he slowed down, slipping gently out of that hot ass as his cock at last softened. He rolled off to the side and studied his partner’s face. There was a smile of sheer contentment on that face, but then he opened his eyes and there was wicked glint there which Thor didn’t trust. “Come on. Shower.” The man leaped up, seized Thor by the hand and dragged him into the shower. Thor expected some soaping, rinsing, maybe some gentle stroking and a few kisses. Wrong again. In seconds he found that he was forced up against the wall, with that small Asian man pulling his arm behind his back to keep him in his place. Next thing he knew, there was a face with a hyperactive tongue buried in his hole, and the guy was slurping Mark’s seed out of him. “Mark filled you right up. It just keeps pouring out. Now bend over and spread your legs.” Thor did as he was told, pretending surprise, but inwardly he was filled with glee at getting fucked again by his second partner of the day. Thirty minutes later, he was feeling a lot less gleeful as this Asian stud, having already dropped one load in his butt, continued ramming at top speed into him. Does his stamina ever run out? That was Thor’s first thought. The second thought, right behind it: Will I have this much energy when I’m his age? But now, he wanted to focus on bringing this guy off, getting him to blast a second load so he could finally relax. He knew it had to be getting close to midnight by this time, so he kept working his tired ass muscles as much as he could. Finally, after another ten minutes of endless ramming, the Asian guy forced his cock in one final time and gushed out another massive load of his sperm. And Thor heaved an inward sigh of relief as he felt that rampant tool at last begin to soften. Much to his surprise, his partner now softened up and became much more intimate, cuddling and kissing as the water flowed over them. They took turns washing each other down and then rinsing each other off. At last, they got out and dried off. The man got dressed, while Thor pulled on his jockstrap and watched idly. He then escorted his guest to the door and kissed him goodbye before thanking him. No tip? After all that workout??? The alarm gave out the melodious cascade of chimes marking midnight. With a sigh of relief, Thor pulled on a shirt and shorts from his bag and then slipped on his sandals – and felt something hard under his toe. He pulled the sandal off, turned it over, and caught the coin as it fell out. “160,000¥.” Thor had to pull up the currency converter on his phone, typing in “Japanese ¥ > $U.S.” Wow. That’s like a thousand dollars U.S.! Thor had to admit that this guy was definitely a gentleman, even if his conversational skills were all but non-existent. He made his way back to the suite and found the lights on low. Lars was lying, propped up against a pillow, and studying his phone. He looked up and smiled. “A good first day?” “Busy but fun.” Lars laughed. “You’ll be busier before the week is out.” “I don’t know if I have enough in me to keep going that long.” “Ah, they really made you work, then.” Thor nodded with a rueful expression on his face. Lars laughed again. “Don’t worry. We have ways of keeping you on your feet and in peak fighting trim.” Thor turned and headed for the bathroom. “You’re walking a bit slowly. Feeling the pain?” “Four loads worth of it.” “I’ll put something on to ease that for you.” Fifteen minutes later, Thor was lying next to Lars, cuddling with his sponsor as they drifted towards sleep. The ointment Lars had applied to his aching hole was easing the pain far better than the usual hemorrhoid stuff, and without the hideous smell that always turned his stomach over. Lars put his phone down and turned to kiss Thor once more. Then he tapped the switch and the room plunged into darkness.

Got to love Denver, in my experience it is one of the best cities in the country to hookup and fuck.

Part 6: The night at the beat when Evan and Nick fucked me with my hole pre-loaded with poz cum was only a few days ago. I felt used, as if what I wanted wasn't important and I was just an object for other guys, especially Nick, to use as they pleased without any regard for my personal well-being. It fucking turned me on, especially being forced to let Evan and Nick fuck me after my ass was sore and I needed to stop. It made me so incredibly hard. On one hand, I didn't want Nick to find out because I was concerned that he'd up the ante and use and abuse me even more if he knew I liked it. On the other hand, my dick wanted me to confess it to Nick and beg him to do his worst. Should I listen to my head and leave things as they are or should I listen to my dick and see what Nick's capable of? I had a few days for my head and dick to argue about the situation because Nick went to visit his grandparents for a few days, leaving the morning after the session at the beat. He gave me strict instructions to continue slutting myself out, but without him there, I could do it at my own pace. At home, Chris made up for Nick's absence by taking advantage of my freeuse status, fucking me and filling me with his cum, without caring if I got off or not. It was now about 4 or 5 days after the night at the beat. I was at work and received a message from Daniel, a friend who worked in an office building not far from me, suggesting we meet for lunch. Daniel was in the same friend group as Nick, Evan, and Patrick. I met him occasionally on our lunch breaks, so it seemed like a normal request and I said yes. Over lunch, we were chatting about random stuff, and Daniel said "So, I had dinner with Patrick last night. He had some interesting gossip for me". Shit. My stomach turned. I had hoped that my secret wouldn't get out to everyone this quickly. Maybe it was something else. I know I'm a slut, but I didn't want everyone from my actual life to know how much of a slut I am. That's supposed to be just for random strangers to know. I had to ask to make sure. "Ok, I'll bite. What new info has that gossip queen decided to share now?" Patrick, "Oh, nothing much really, just that you're a bareback slut who takes any and all loads, and said that Nick and Evan took you to a beat to try to collect as many loads as possible. He also said that Evan fucked you when you were blindfolded and you didn't know it was him. And I can tell from your facial expression now that it's all true. Am I right?" There was no point in trying to deny it. After all, he could check with Evan or Nick and they'd both confirm Patrick's story. I admitted that it was true, and admitted that I wasn't allowed to refuse any guy who wanted to fuck me, as long as they never used a condom. I was so embarrassed that Daniel knew, it was a bit humiliating. My dick was hard though. My dick was very happy that Daniel knew and that he was confronting me with the knowledge. We'd both finished eating, and Daniel said we should vacate the table so others could use it. I stood up and tried to subtly rearrange my cock so that it wasn't so obvious that I was turned on. Daniel saw it of course and laughed at me. We were walking back towards our respective offices and Daniel told me to follow him, that we needed to take a detour. I followed him but when I asked why, he just said that he'd tell me soon enough. We arrived at a toilet block in a small, quiet shopping arcade. I looked at Daniel and asked what was going on. Daniel just said that he was going to fuck me, he was horny and wanted to empty his balls before he went back to the office, he said he was going to fuck me bareback and cum inside me, and because I wasn't allowed to refuse anyone, I had to do as I was told and take his load. He told me to go into the toilet first, go into the cubicle at the far end, take my trousers and underwear off, leave the door opened, and then send him a text to tell him that I was ready and he'd come in and then cum in me. I did as I was told, except that the furthest cubicle was occupied, so I took the second furthest and sent him a message. My pants were off and hanging on a hook behind the door, and the door was open. While I was waiting for Daniel to enter, I noticed that there was a glory hole between my cubicle and the one Daniel had originally told me to use, the one that was occupied by someone else. Daniel entered, walked into my cubicle, and locked the door. He released his cock from his pants, and I got to see it for the first time. Wow. Shocked was an understatement. I had known Daniel for years and never suspected that he was packing an absolute whopper of a meat stick. Even bigger, both longer and thicker, than Nick's and I thought Nick's was big. He told me to suck it to get it hard. I grabbed it with my hands and guided it to my face, but at the same time gestured with my eyes to the glory hole. I wanted to remind Daniel that the next cubicle was taken, so he should probably keep his voice down. He looked at me and gave me the thumbs up, so I thought he understood what I meant. I started sucking and licking his thick cock head, lapping up some precum as it oozed out of the slit. I was embarrassed at lunch when Daniel told me that he knew that I was a slut, but now I was beginning to think it was worth it because Daniel had the kind of cock that I needed more of. It was very big, huge, probably the biggest I'd ever seen in person, but it was also a beautiful cock, perfectly shaped and designed. Daniel said "Yeah, suck my cock, get me hard and get my cock extra wet so I can fuck you". I quickly glanced at the glory hole and saw an eye there. We were being watched, and Daniel clearly wanted this random guy to know what was happening. Before long, Daniel's cock was fully hard. I vowed in my head to get him alone in private and measure it one day, but I estimated that it was probably about 10" long. I was a bit worried that I wouldn't be able to take it. Daniel pulled me off his dick, turned me round, and with a bit of extra spit, he pushed against my rim. It hurt. I didn't think this baseball bat was going to go in at all. I told him he was too big and suggested that we postpone until we could get some lube and had more time for me to open up. Daniel said I wasn't allowed to refuse a cock, and that includes his, so I had to force myself to relax because one way or another, he's going to bury himself balls deep inside me. He reached around and started massaging my cock, rubbing my precum all over the sensitive glans. This distracted me and made me relax, and right at that moment, Daniel pushed hard and his thick head popped inside me. I yelped in pain and said it was too big and it hurt. Daniel just said he knew it would hurt and I obviously needed more practice, so he shoved even harder and went fully in. I tried to pull myself off him, but with the toilet wall in front of me, there was nowhere to go. He gripped my waist and started fucking me, long deep strokes. It hurt like hell, but it also felt fucking amazing. My ring was on fire but my prostate was loving the battering, and my dick was delighted that I was being used. Daniel said that he needed to get back to work, so he picked up the pace, thrust in deep, and painted my guts white. He kept cumming and cumming. I lost count of the number of pulses, so I'm sure I had a huge serving of his baby batter inside me. The whole time, the eye never left the glory hole. Daniel looked at it and said "Do you want to fuck him now?". A voice from the other side said that the show was hot and he was horny as hell. Daniel told him that he should fuck me. I guess it didn't take much convincing because the eye left the glory hole and was replaced by his cock. Daniel told me to back up onto to and let the guy give me his load. I guess our show had got him close to the edge because he bred me only a few moments after his dick first entered my spermy hole. Daniel leant down and whispered a message in my ear "I have to get back to work now, but don't leave here without thanking the man next door for his cum", then he opened the door, and left, leaving me without any trousers on, bent over with the random cock still in my ass through the glory hole, and the door wide open and not within my reach. I stood up, the cock dropped out and returned to its owner's side of the cubicle divider, and as instructed, I thanked him for his load. I got myself dressed and went to the basins to wash my hands and try to tidy myself up a bit. I hoped I didn't look too much like I'd just been fucked when I went back to work. I left the toilet block, and the mystery guy hadn't opened his door, so aside from his eye and cock, I would never be able to recognize him if I saw him again. I'm sure he'd recognize me though. So, within a week, I'd taken at least 2 poz loads, and at least 1 completely and utterly unknown load. I wondered what my doctor would say if he knew what I'd been up to. As far as he knew, I was still taking my prep and being careful about who I played with.

Part 7 (sorry for the delay, life got in the way for a while): So, there I was, awake, a little drunk, and very horny, laying in bed next to my boyfriend who'd just fucked me with a condom. I had 2 loads of cum inside me from Chad and Greg, so that means I'd been fucked by 3 different guys this evening and I still hadn't cum myself. My balls were aching. Nate was dead to the world and snoring. Nothing short of a tornado would wake him up at this point. I knew Chad was just down the hall, with a great dick and a preference for bareback sex. I could just jerk off in bed next to a sleeping Nate. I shouldn't get out of bed, naked, and wander down the hall to see if Chad's still awake. After all, Nate and I were in a relationship and we were monogamous with each other. So, with all that in mind, I'm sure you can guess what I did. I have no self control when I'm horny. I found myself wandering down the hall, walking quietly to reduce the risk of waking Nate. I was naked, and I was hard. My ass was well-lubed. I gently opened the door to Chad's room. I wanted to be careful because I didn't want to wake him up if he was already asleep. I needn't have worried. He was sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up at me and said "come in, what can I do for you?" I replied that I was just checking him to see if he was asleep and if not, if he needed anything. He asked me if I always check on guests while I'm naked and hard, and then told me to tell him why I was really there. "I'm horny, my balls are about to explode, I've been fucked this evening and I haven't cum yet. I need to cum" Chad: "What do you want from me? Can't you ride your boyfriend's dick?" Me: "He fucked me, came quickly, and fell asleep. He's snoring now" Chad: "Did he wear a condom when he fucked you?" Me: "Yes, as usual. He always does" Chad: "Did he cum in the condom, or pull it off to shoot over you?" Me: "He always cums in the condom" Chad: "What do you want me to do?" Me: "I need you to fuck me again, please. I need a cock in my ass to help me cum. I'm so fucking horny" Chad: "Where's the condom that Nate shot his load into?" Me: "It's in the bathroom, probably in the trash can" Chad: "Go get it and bring it back to me" I left Chad and went back to the bathroom. I stopped in the hall to listen for Nate's snoring, and sure enough, it was still going. I went into the bathroom and found the used condom. Chad had wrapped it in toilet paper, of course, so I had to unwrap that to find it. I took it back to Chad as though I'd found a prize. I wasn't sure why he wanted to see it. Maybe he wanted to see how much cum Nate produces? Or did he just want proof that Nate had fucked me with a barrier of latex between us, while Chad got to enjoy skin on skin action? I returned to Chad's room and found him standing in the doorway, wearing exactly what I was wearing. Nothing but an erection. Chad is a sexy fucker, probably better looking than Nate, and he has a bigger and thicker cock. I handed him the used condom and he ushered me inside. I reached for the door to close it, but he told me not to touch it, that we needed to leave it open. He guided me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and I could feel his dick touching my hole. I needed it inside me. Now. I tried to slide back onto it, but he held me in place, teasing me. I glanced at the open door and Chad saw me. He said that if I wanted his cock inside me again, I had to follow his rules. Rule one was that the door stays open. Rule two was that if Nate woke up and came looking for me, Chad would just continue fucking and only pull out once he'd cum. Could I agree to his rules? I was drunk, very horny, my balls were full, and I needed this. I was also pretty certain that Nate wouldn't wake up. Of course I agreed. I probably would have agreed to anything at that point. Chad grabbed the used condom, untied it, and tipped it up so that Nate's cum dribbled out over Chad's dick. Chad then pushed his cock inside me. I was already lubed from Chad's load earlier, Greg's load at the park near the station, and the lube that I used when Nate fucked me, and now Nate's cum was being added as lube. This was so fucking hot. I was finally getting Nate's load inside me, something I'd wanted for a long time. Obviously it would have been better if it had been dumped inside me directly from Nate's tool, but this was good too. Chad started fucking me, long strokes in and out. He wasn't in a hurry to cum. I was close to the edge, and I think he could tell. I went to jerk myself off, and he brushed my hand aside, telling me to wait my turn. I enjoy a long slow fuck as much as the next guy, but in this situation, I was hornier than I ever remembered being, and I was also concerned about Nate waking up and finding me with his best friend's bare cock deep inside me. I tried to move Chad along, but he was in control. I said "Please, I need to cum" Chad: "You'll get to cum soon enough, let's just enjoy the fuck first. Your hole is so smooth and silky with so much cum inside you. I'm going to have to fuck you again sometime with you pre-loaded" Me: "Fuck that sounds hot, yes, you can fuck me again" Chad: "Pre-loaded?" Me: "Yes, whatever you want. Please, I just need to cum" Chad: "Does my cock feel good inside you?" Me: "Your cock feels awesome inside me. It's hitting all the right places" Chad took my ankles off his shoulders and somehow in one movement, rolled us over so that he was on his back and I was riding him. Chad: "Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me explode inside you" I rode him like my life depended on it, like I was a jockey on the winning horse. I was in ecstasy. This is what I needed. I started jerking myself off Chad was getting close too. Chad: "Fuck yeah, keep that up and you'll get another load inside you" With a roar (had he forgotten that the bedroom door was still open?), Chad thrust up into me and delivered another load of man juice to my colon, a fresh delivery. Feeling his cock spasm inside me gave my prostate the extra massage it needed and with a loud grunt, I released my pent-up load all over Chad. It went everywhere, on his chest, on his face, some directly into his open mouth, I saw some land in his hair, and on the headboard behind him. Chad later said that it felt like I was trying to amputate his penis because my ass muscles tightened and gripped him so hard. I don't remember ever coming that much before or ever having an orgasm that strong before. I stayed in place, sitting on Chad with his slowly deflated cock trapped inside me, while we both caught our breath. Especially me. I think I forgot to breathe for a few moments and had to remember how to do it again. I slowly climbed off and looked at Chad. He needed some serious clean up. He said that he'd take a shower, and if Nate heard, he'd just say that he had trouble sleeping and thought a shower would relax him. We both left Chad's room, both naked. I was no longer painfully erect, and my ass had collected another load of cum. 4 loads from 3 different guys tonight, not bad for someone in a monogamous relationship with a condom-obsessed partner. Chad was also no longer erect, but he was wearing a lot of evidence of my non-monogamy. I snuck into the bedroom. Nate was no longer snoring, but was still asleep. I think he must have rolled onto his side at some point. I gently crawled into bed and fell asleep, faintly aware that someone's cum was slowly oozing out of me. That was such a risky fuck, with Nate in the same house. I got away with it this time, but I really couldn't let that happen again.

Part 3 (no explicitly poz loads in this chapter): Nick wasn't lying when he said he'd be fucking me a lot. I don't think a day went by since our first fuck without at least one of his loads in my ass. Most days he fucked me twice. His libido was off the charts. He was fucking me twice most days and also going out and hooking up with randoms too. Sometimes he took his time, other times it was a quick fuck because he needed to get off. He didn't seem to care if I had an orgasm or not, it was all about his pleasure. He just fucked me when he wanted, and he never asked for permission. He enjoyed fucked other guys either at beats, their place, or sex clubs, and then coming home, finding me in the apartment, pulling my shorts down and shoving his dick inside me. He'd fuck me while telling me about the guy or guys he'd just been inside and loved pointing out that he hadn't washed his dick since fucking them, hoping that he was passing something from them to me. He would just fuck me anywhere, at any time. In the kitchen, my bedroom, his bedroom, the living room, a couple of times in the hall just inside the front door, and even on the balcony. It definitely wasn't a private balcony, so I'm sure some of our sessions out there were watched by someone. I was surprised but glad that our other flatmate, Chris, hadn't caught us yet. There were a few close calls, with Nick ejaculating inside me just as Chris opened the door, giving us just enough time for Nick to pull out and both of us to get our pants back in order. Chris was more a friend of Nick's than mine, someone Nick knew who took the third room when our previous flatmate moved out, so I didn't know him as well and I hadn't talked to him about anything sexual. I really didn't know how he'd react if he caught us fucking, or even if he knew that we'd fucked many times in the kitchen where he prepared his meals. After a few weeks of this kind of schedule, Nick told me that I wasn't being a good enough slut. Since the first week, I hadn't been to a beat or hooked up with anyone else because Nick was fucking me a lot. Nick said he enjoyed having me as his personal sex toy, but reminded me that he loves fucking a cum-filled ass, and I should be collecting random loads so that he can fuck me afterwards. Plus, if he's the only one fucking me, my chances of taking a poz load are unacceptably low. It had only been a few weeks since the incident at the beat when I was told to let a poz guy breed me, so it was too early to tell but I felt like I was still neg and he hadn't converted me. I told Nick that I'd been reconsidering being a bug chaser, and thought I should start taking my prep tablets again to protect myself, but that I hadn't decided fully. Nick said that I obviously wasn't good at making decisions and needed someone else to make them for me, so he came up with a few rules for me to follow: 1. I'm not allowed to take prep or pep unless Nick gives me explicit permission. 2. No loads refused. Anyone and everyone is allowed to fuck me as long as it's bareback. 3. I must visit at least 1 beat per day. 4. If Nick sends me instructions to go to a guy's house or other location, I must follow those instructions and take the guy's load. 5. No underwear allowed. I must go commando at all times for easy access. Even at work. I wasn't sure what to say, but I could tell from his tone and expression that these rules weren't up for negotiation. Nick "sealed the deal" buy fucking and breeding me. The next day when I returned from work, Nick met me at the door and just said "your bedroom, now. Remove all clothes and wait on the bed for me". I did as instructed, expecting him to come in and fuck me, but he entered the room carrying a blindfold and earplugs. He tied the blindfold around my head and told me to insert the ear plugs. I could hear him faintly if he spoke with his mouth next to my ear, but I couldn't see anything. He had me sitting on the edge of the bed and I felt the presence of another person. Nick took my hand and guided it to a cock, and moved my hand up and down the shaft. I took the hint and started wanking this unknown guy. His cock felt slightly longer than average, and I think it was cut. It wasn't as big as Nick's cock, but then again, very few are. Nick is blessed in that department. My head was guided to this stranger's cock and I knew what to do. I was being instructed to suck it. I did my best, the cock tasted nice and there was a good amount of precum for me to lick up. I normally structure my headjob technique based on feedback, but with the earplugs, I couldn't hear any moans or comments from the guy attached to the dick in my mouth. The blow job didn't last long before the dick was removed from my mouth and I was repositioned on the bed so that the mystery man's cock could have easy access to my hole. A bit of lube, a bit of pressure, and he was balls deep inside me. While he used my ass as if I was nothing more than a fleshlight, I felt another cock at my lips. This one was thick and uncut. I had sucked it before, and I was certain that it was Nick's. I didn't often get to suck him because he preferred to fuck, and especially if he'd just been inside another guy, as he said, he didn't want my mouth cleaning off anything that should be donated to my ass. Nick's cock left my mouth but the cock in my ass kept pounding away, getting gradually faster and faster, the mystery guy fucking harder and harder. I thought he was getting close and then felt someone climb back up on the bed. I thought Nick had returned and I hoped he'd let me suck his cock again. A cock did appear at my lips but it wasn't one that I recognized. I opened up and let the new guy, mystery man 2, enter my mouth. I didn't know who either of these two were, but I hoped that they were enjoying the experience. I didn't want any rumors going around that I was a boring sex partner. Mystery man 1 fucked harder, pushed in as deep as he could, and collapsed on my back, while flooding my colon with his load. I wondered who he was and where Nick had found him. Mystery guy 2 immediately pulled out of my mouth and I felt his cock knocking at my backdoor. I knew what was expected of me, so I relaxed and let him in. He didn't last as long as the first guy and before I knew it, his load was added to the one already inside me. He pulled out and I was left alone for a while. It felt like ages, but was probably only 5 mins or so, before Nick returned and shoved his long, thick tool deep inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled the earplugs out of my ears and told me that this is how he liked to fuck me - random guys' cum inside me as lube. He told me that I'd been a good slut taking those loads. I asked him who they were, and he said that the whole point of me wearing a blindfold and earplugs was so that I didn't know who they were. With a shout of "fuck yeah, I love a sloppy hole", Nick emptied his balls inside me. Something about the way he came set me off and I sprayed my load all over the bed below me. After he finished, Nick took the blindfold off me and I was about to see again. I told him that it was fucking hot that he'd just invited two random strangers over to fuck me like that. He said two things, firstly, that he liked it too and that he will do it again, and secondly, that they weren't strangers, but next time he might choose some random guys. What did he say? They weren't strangers? My head started swimming with possibilities. Who had he shared me with? Did I know them or did he know them? Nick could see that I wasn't going to let it rest, and just told me that I couldn't ask anymore questions, but we both know both guys, they're not strangers to either of us, and they both told Nick that they wanted to fuck me again sometime, and Nick said he'd make it happen. End of the third chapter. I promise that there will be poz cum in the next installment.

I really don’t get it. If you have made a vow to serve him then you should do that. I am a bottom so serving a man sexually is very easy. You may find that you may get satisfaction from serving him sexually. I know I do.

I was 11 at the time & it was the evening after my mums funeral and my sister went to my aunts house and my uncle, dad, myself, & few other men went to my dads house. They all drank heavy and gave me a few sips here and there but it was my uncle who gave me a full stink and I was a bit light headed after. I had suck my uncles cock many times so i didn't find it odd to go into the bathroom as I thought I was going to suck him off but instead he had strip naked and lay on a towel face down on the floor. He told me it was time for me to be able to take care of dads needs now that mum was gone. My uncle used vaseline fingering my hole before he slipped his cock in and though he didn't go balls deep which was good cause he's a good 10 inches uncut, he did get enough in and blew his load and laid on top of me till he softened a bit. Once he pulled out I was told to stay where I was and then heard my dad say to my uncle "is he ready?" dad came in & fucked his load in me and though I wish it was dad who took my "V" I was to learn later that my dad was more of a bottom and my uncle was the top who took my dads "V" After dad finished he told me to get dressed and come have a drink with the others now that I was a man. Later that night I watched as dad got more drunk off came his clothes and I watched as several guys took their turn fucking dad and even though I got take a turn I was still only able to have a dry orgasm. One of the highlights of the night was watching my uncle plow my dads ass balls deep while the others watched and it seemed like it went on for a long time before he blew his load into dad. After he pulled out of dad, dads ass was almost spewing cum and my uncle told to me to eat dads ass. I don't remember falling asleep but I remember waking up to dad fucking me in his bed where I would be sleeping from then on and taking care of dads needs which I did for years and would gladly do it again as it brought us together for a special bond only those that have it with their dad can truly know.

Free speech is a good thing. But thick skin to handle those who will call you out while exercising their right free speech is also important.

I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf. I arrive 20 minutes late to meet my gf, Jane at a pizza joint. About 15 minutes in she asked if I was ok. She said my mind seemed somewhere else. I said i was worried about starting school and getting settled into the city. We ate and had casual conversation. She asked if she could come and see my place. I said sorry that I cant take any guests over. She was a little angry. "How are we supposed to hang out?", she said. "Maybe we can go to your place or at a restaurant", I responded "And when we want to fuck?", she said "Its been a few weeks and I just got off my period", she said "Cant we go to your place", I asked "No not for the next week as my roomate has her brother over and he might hear us", she said. After that we got the check and went out to her car. We started making out and she grabbed my cock which was still hard from earlier and she pulled it out. "Someones been thinking about me", she said as she went down on me. "Ughhh fuck", I moaned. It didnt take long, more than a few minutes before I was ready to cum. Then....Thump. It was her friend banging on her trunk. Luckily she had tinted windows and at night you really cant see thru. I pulled up my pants and she got up. "Hey gf come with us to Lisa's house. She is having a party there", her friend said. My gf looked at me and asked if I wanted to go, i said no i was tired and it was a long day. She said she wanted to go and party but again had to push back and told her I was tired. She placed her hand on my still hard cock and told me to come with her. I pushed her hand away and said no. She being a bit pissed that this point said ok and we would hook up tomorrow as planned for brunch. I told her I couldnt cause my landlord offered me free rent but i had to clean the pool tomorrow. Now she was fuming. We had a set date and I had to cancel. I told her i didnt have a choice and promised the landlord i would do it tomorrow. She told me to get out and go home. I drove home and went into my room via the sliding door. I changed clothes and started to take my stuff (toothbrush, soap, shampoo etc) into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in Rick's room. I walked closer and could hear moaning on the TV. It sounds like he was watching porn again. I quietly walked back to my room got clothes and stuff and jumped in the shower. Remembering the porn i got hard and started to stroke my cock. I was so horny between earlier in the day and my gf going down on me. After I finished i got out of the shower and was drying myself off when the door opened.

Most of my girlfriends in my younger days were skinny, but there’s always been something about fat sluts that drew me in, especially the bold, curvy ones with big tits. One of the first girls who let me stick my cock into her pussy as a teen, like really, not just kissing and fondling, was a trashy fat girl from the projects on the other side of town. Down by the little wooded area; we were 13. In 2006, I hit up the local mall to grab a bottle of perfume for my mom’s birthday. A short, curvy blonde with massive tits at the Chanel counter helped me pick out a $100 fragrance. She wasn’t huge, maybe 190 lbs. at 5’3”, but had a pretty face and a killer hourglass figure for her size. Early 30s, clearly single. On a whim, I asked her out. We met at a nearby bar, and things clicked fast. After some drinks, we headed to my place. Everything was smooth, and after a glass of wine, I leaned in and kissed her, feeling the heat between us. Her name was Jenna. I popped open her blouse, her huge tits spilling out, while I slid her shorts aside and started fingering her pussy. Two minutes in, I slid my cock into her wet cunt, and she didn’t mention a condom. She had one of those thick gashes where the inner labia stay hidden unless you spread her outer lips. Five minutes later, she came hard, and I nutted in her. In the weeks that followed, Jenna and I fucked a few times at my place, and then I started visiting her small apartment. One time, when I went down on her, I could taste another man’s cum in her snatch. I’ve always been into fucking pre-filled women—promiscuous sluts or prostitutes who let their Johns go bare and “forgot” to clean up. It got me rock hard. I’m not usually a stalker, but one day I parked across from her apartment in a strip mall lot to see who else was fucking her. In three hours, two guys went in and out of her place. My cock was throbbing, so I called her to ask if I could come over. Sure enough, her pussy was well-used again, but I kept quiet. Over the next few weeks, I learned she was fucking four other guys besides me. One day, I brought up her cum-filled pussy, hinting I was into sluts. To my shock, she denied it all, insisting she wasn’t a slut. We played that game for another three months. Then I suggested we hit a swinger’s club in Tampa, just to watch and grab a drink. She was game, and it was a hit. At first, Jenna was standoffish, sipping at the bar and observing. After three glasses of wine, she was ready to head to a playroom in the back. Four guys fucked her that night, none with a condom. One was old and butt-ugly, but she let him pound her anyway. I played it smart, staying away from other women to show her she was the hottest woman in the club. I just egged on her sluttiness, avoiding any jealousy bullshit on the first night. As soon as we got home, I eagerly licked her dirty cunt clean and fucked her, whispering how much she turned me on. It took three more trips to the club and her taking roughly a dozen bare cocks before she finally admitted, with a shy grin, that she was indeed a slut—or, as she put it, a girl who loved cocks. After six months of my encouragement, Jenna’s confidence soared, and she confessed that getting fucked was her true craving, estimating she’d been with hundreds of men since her teens. I’d found a genuine nymphomaniac. We visited more swinger’s clubs and then Club Hedonism in Jamaica, where she took dozens of cocks over four days, never bothering with condoms. One Friday night, I brought her to the Playhouse in Tampa, a gritty, dark adult theater. I felt uneasy—the place was raw, cheap, and filled with odd characters. Another couple was there: Sharon, a short, heavy, middle-aged woman who let anyone fuck her, no questions asked. I vaguely recalled sticking my cock into her once before during a solo visit. She wasn’t pretty but was a notorious Tampa theater slut wife. They were originally from Jacksonville but came down to Tampa once a month to hit the theaters. Jenna observed for a bit, then bent over a seat, letting at least six guys cum in her. I chatted with Sharon’s husband, and we agreed to hit a bar together. Jenna and Sharon clicked instantly, so we planned to meet again at the theater a month later and head to a motel afterward. Jenna and I talked dirty all the time, fantasizing about her being a full-time fuck slut, taking half a dozen cocks daily and drowning in loads of cum. Jenna was obsessed with cum—swallowing it down or getting it pumped deep into her hole. One day, while visiting relatives in Pennsylvania, we went for a walk and passed a small forest near a high school. A young couple bolted out of the bushes when they saw us coming, clearly high school kids who’d been messing around. We checked out the spot they’d left and found a used condom. I poured the cum into Jenna’s spread-open cunt and fucked her hard while she sucked on the used rubber in her mouth. I was constantly rock-hard thinking about what a filthy cum dump she was. Then, she took the bareback pledge, promising that she would only fuck without condom, and when, for some reason, a guy slid it in with a rubber, she’d try to either pull it off or sabotage it. It was hot, and I was soon hooked on her fat gash. Less than a year into dating, I proposed, and we got married. Jenna moved in with me, and I got her a second cellphone to post ads for her, mostly on Craigslist, which was fine back then. She quickly built a massive following of guys, many of them married, who used her as a cum dump before or after work. We kept a steady list of about 45 men at hand. Fucking married guys got her off hard, knowing they picked her over their wives and would go home to screw their wives’ pussies with her juices still on their dicks. Jenna also met guys at a local motel or, once they were regulars, at our place, fucking them in our bed. She worked part-time, but Tuesdays and Thursdays were whore days—sometimes she took one or two guys, other days up to six. She never charged, but kept a tip jar by the bed. Most guys tossed in something—some just five bucks, others $20, occasionally $50 or $100. It added up. By month’s end, she often matched her job earnings, so she cut work to two days and fucked three days a week. Living in Florida’s heat, she was usually naked at home, answering the door in just flip-flops with her massive tits jiggling as she let men in. I vetted the guys, weeding out weirdos and strict condom users from the start. Jenna wanted men who’d shove their cocks in her pussy and dump their loads right away. As a true cum dump, she wasn’t into long, tender foreplay—she got off on taking load after load. Some guys, like me, loved fucking a pre-filled pussy. For them, we had a system: they’d wait in their car while she had a visitor, then, when the first guy left, she’d stay in bed, legs spread, pussy still dripping. The next guy would come in, drop his pants, and fuck her freshly-filled hole. Some condom users slipped through, though. Weirdly, most insisted on rubbers the first or second time but eventually ditched them. Jenna lied her ass off, telling them she never fucked bare except for them because they were “special.” Total bullshit—she let any cock nut in her, no questions asked. Then, she had several men who were single, and she visited those at home. It made me rock hard knowing that my wife was out there being used, and I couldn’t wait for her to come home with a full pussy. There is something about fucking a freshly-used woman, licking her filled fuck hole clean and sliding your cock in her, knowing that she’d just taken a load from another man. One thing became almost a ritual. When she was out fucking bareback I sat at home and edged until I almost got blue balls. When she came home in the evening from a motel fuck, I would often lay down on the floor while she would squat over me, letting me lick her dirty hole clean, or sometimes, we’d do 69, with her pushing a load into my mouth and I nutting in hers. Jenna became really good at retaining a load up inside her and pushing it out of her fat snatch when she felt my tongue in her. Then, we’d go into the bedroom and fuck. I can normally fuck for hours, but I often was so horny that I just dumped my load into her after a minute. She liked that. For her it was being used as a cum dump. It happened a lot. I ate probably 200-250 cream pies during our marriage. There were months when I didn’t fuck my wife a single time without her having already a load of strange cum in her. Jenna wasn’t entirely free of hang-ups. She’d only do anal when she was completely shitfaced drunk, which wasn’t often. In our decade together, I got to fuck her in the ass maybe eight times, if that. She’d never let strangers near her ass, but we did a DP once, with me in her backdoor. She also was possessive as hell, so I steered clear of other women, except for married or attached cum sluts. Those weren’t a threat. Early on, I regularly banged Sharon, that fat cum dump, but over time we met plenty of other couples where the women were just as cum-hungry. Traveling overseas for work a lot meant we hooked up with some of Europe’s biggest cum dumps, too. Jenna was cool with me fucking them—she didn’t see those women as threats since they were all locked down in relationships. We had some wild times with other couples. One nasty-ass night in LA stands out. We visited Tom and Hayley in Ventura. Hayley was into getting railed by homeless guys—both her pussy and ass. They knew all the local camps in LA. We rolled up, and it got real. Jenna took two homeless cocks bareback in a tent like it was nothing. I fucked her full pussy after, and she squirted. In Berlin, Germany, we met Laura and Phil, a couple with some wild tastes. Laura was obsessed with black cocks and getting whored out to Arab guys, mostly refugees. They were tight with a dude who owned a warehouse next to a refugee shelter in Berlin, where they set up a monthly line-up fuck. Laura would strip naked, sprawl out on a table, and 20-30 Arab, Middle Eastern, and North African guys would line up to fuck her raw. Condoms? Didn’t seem like anyone there had even heard of them. We watched a video of one of these events at their place. One Saturday night, Jenna got her own table next to Laura and took 22 refugee cocks bare—mostly middle-aged dudes, but some looked over 60, others barely out of their teens. These guys weren’t there to make love; they just wanted to dump their loads fast. Nobody lasted more than three minutes. By the end of the night, there were two sticky puddles of cum pooling under the tables. Jenna fucking loved it, so we went back for round two. That second night, I got lucky and slid my cock into Laura’s well-used hole. We hooked up with a fancy-ass couple in Atlanta—Jenny, a slim, fit blonde, maybe 125 lbs., short hair, size 4-6 tops, and her husband. They were theater regulars but always chasing nastier thrills. With them, we hit up a crack house in an Atlanta suburb on a Saturday night. In a dark backroom, there was a nasty mattress where both women lay side by side, taking cock. Unlike Jenna, Jenny was all about anal. Her husband egged guys on to pound her ass, and plenty did. One black dude, skinny as hell—his ass could’ve fit in my hand—had a monster cock, at least 12 inches and thick as a wrist. He went straight for Jen’s asshole. I winced watching him shove it in; her ass was already slick, at least four guys had nutted in it. I thought she’d bail, but she took it like a pro, her tiny frame arching as he dumped his load in her ass. We stumbled out in the early morning after I fucked Jen’s cum-filled, stretched-out asshole—felt like a loose pussy—and her husband banged Jenna. Jenna reckoned she took 25 cocks that night: Black, Latino, white tweakers, you name it. I lost count somewhere. Jenna and I had our share of spats, sometimes over dumb shit. There was her refusal to do anal, of course. The thought of her taking random cocks bare in the ass got me rock hard, and at times, I got pushy about it. It was a mistake, I admit that. I should have respected her boundaries from the start. It wasn’t worth the bad vibes. One fight opened a wild new door for me. She got pissed, saying I didn’t give a fuck about her, pointing out she was taking huge risks being such a slut, always fucking bareback, while I played it safe. Truth was, I wasn’t exactly playing it safe. I was banging the town’s biggest whore—my wife—damn near every day, and I steered clear of other chicks because Jenna had a jealous streak. I would have gladly put my bare cock into some drug hookers or cheating wives. When I did fuck another woman, it was at parties where most were cum dumps, often married or in solid relationships, so Jenna didn’t feel threatened. I shot back that I’d be willing to take bigger risks if I had a pussy. She smirked and said, “Go for it, I’ve always wanted to see my man take a cock.” I was floored. She admitted, kind of sheepishly, that watching guys fuck guys got her wet, and she’d watch some gay porn now and then. That was a shock. Long story short, I half-assed promised I’d try taking a dick up the ass. We started with pegging—her with a strap-on, me on my back. At first, I wasn’t thrilled. She’d stand there, her big tits bouncing, fucking my ass with small dildos while jerking me off. She called it “milking,” and damn, she was good at it. One time, she accidentally hit my prostate with the strap-on’s tip, and I exploded—cum gushing out three times my usual load. We chased that prostate high, but it was hit or miss. Still, I started craving her fucking my ass while milking my cock. The strap-ons got bigger—after a year, I was taking 2-inch-wide, 10-inch-long cocks like a champ. She’d rim me, then pound me while stroking me off, and I got hooked on those prostate orgasms. I hoped she’d forgotten about the adult theater shit, but no such luck. Since I’d promised to try bare, male cock at one, we hit up the Playhouse, which had a gay/bi section and theater. My asshole was lubed and ready. We went to a gloryhole room, and I backed my ass up to the hole while she wanked my cock. Didn’t take long before a decent-sized dick slid into my asshole, no resistance. Jenna got down, sucking me off while I took three bare cocks up the ass. At first, it was her excited eyes that got me going, but the thrill of anonymous, high-risk gay and bi cocks unloading in me made me blow a massive load in her mouth. We switched to the straight section, where Jenna took about six cocks. It was weird knowing I had three loads in my ass. We went home and fucked like crazy. We kept this up, hitting theater gloryholes now and then, and doing the strap-on thing at least weekly. My asshole stretched wider. We’d go to the Playhouse or Fantasyland monthly for straight play—Jenna taking 10-15 cocks through the gloryhole, often squatting over me after, so I could lick her cum-filled pussy clean. Every couple of months, we’d hit the gay section after, where I’d take cocks up the ass while she sucked me off. She fucking loved it, I could tell. She started calling my asshole shit like “man-cunt” and “ass-pussy.” On other weekends, we’d either go to parties or host our own bareback fuck-fests with another couple. Tampa was crawling with cum sluts throwing wild parties back then—Delta Dawn, Redhead in Heat, Phoenix Blaque, Swinging Granny, you name it. The numbers racked up fast. After two years, Jenna had taken 1,000 bare cocks. We only counted the ones that actually fucked her pussy—blowjobs, oral, and hand jobs didn’t make the cut. Even though I never directly messed with a guy, I’d slurped a shit-ton of loads out of my wife’s thick pussy. And through the gloryhole, I probably took over 25 different dicks up my ass during our marriage. It is weird. In the beginning, I hated male cum and I found the taste repulsive, even if it was mixed with pussy juice. Eventually, I got addicted to it and I could not wait for my wife to come home with a strange load up inside her, so I could slurp it out. We caught STDs, too. We had the clap twice, one time Jenna came down with it and I fucked her anyway, and caught it too. The second time it wasn’t quite clear who caught it first. It might have been me after fucking a drug slut. Jenna had Herpes but she likely got it as a teen ago from an ex-boyfriend. She had two breakouts while we were together and we fantasized about STD-spreading, but that’s another story… I never caught it. Like with every good thing, there was an end. Jenna and I split up after a decade of marriage. It wasn’t a nasty divorce, but she had some family stuff that made her want to change her lifestyle. I understand why she did what she did, but I am just unable to be with a woman who is not promiscuous. I accepted it, though, and we got a divorce. I still believe that being married to a cum slut or a prostitute can be extremely fulfilling. They are out there, women like Jenna, but not all are datable or even marriage material. Over the years, I’ve met meth broads, which are great to fuck, dysfunctional stoners, alcoholics, kleptomaniac thieves, and far-gone mad bitches where you have to sleep with one eye open. They can be great for sex but not for a relationship. I also liked to fuck old, used up bitches and ex hookers, like 55+, especially when they still dress like teeny boppers and are sending out the right signals. Knowing that a woman probably has taken thousands of cocks always makes me hard, especially if they don’t even ask for a condom. This tells you that they went bareback all their lives. There are sluts who fuck a lot but only with a rubber. For me, this is a big turn off. I just can’t… After breaking up with Jenna, I’ve travelled to Asia a lot and barebacked Thai hookers, even thinking about a Thai wife at some point. They’d do it, basically whatever you ask for in the lifestyle, but you never know if they are just in it to get hitched to an American or a European. I see a lot of problems in marriages and relationships of friends, colleagues, and relatives. You eventually lose interest in your woman and sex with her becomes more of a burden. You stay together because of kids, money, or society, but face it, eventually you’d rather stick your dick into the cheapest hooker or the dumbest bitch at work instead of your wife. It doesn’t have to be this way. For me, a woman doesn’t have to be pretty, skinny have a perfect body, etc. but it is important that she has a truly dirty mind, truly craves to be s slut, and isn’t just doing it to appease me. Knowing that my wife is a total cock sleeve and a cum toilet for any cock keeps my own cock hard and keeps me sexually interested in her. The problem with cum sluts is to find a good one, one that is crazy enough to let anything with a cock fuck her bare, but is still mentally sane, is not on heavy drugs, and is not a total basket case. And yes, most of those are taken.

Part 4: There I was, caught talking to Chad, my boyfriend's friend, and another guy whose name I didn't know, right outside the beat where I'd just taken one load in my throat and two in my ass. All three anonymous and none of them belonging to my boyfriend, who I was supposedly in a monogamous relationship with. Had he seen where I'd just come from? I know he's been there before, so he knows it's a beat. My brain was working overtime trying to figure out what to do and how much did this guy know. "Did you have fun in there?" he asked me, glancing back towards the dingy toilet block. "What do you mean?" I asked back, trying to be coy and innocent. "Cut the crap. We both know that place is a beat and no one goes there unless they're looking for a hook up. I know you hooked up in there. Does Nate know you visit these places?" "Oh. Yeah. I was just curious, that's all. I used to visit before I met Nate, but then stopped, obviously. I just went back today out of curiosity to see if guys still go there. It was empty, so I think it might be dead. I wasn't going to hook up anyway, of course, even if someone else had been there. And no, Nate doesn't know I was there, but there's nothing for him to know about it anyway." "Wow. That's almost convincing. I almost believe that you didn't just hook up with at least 3 random guys in a seedy beat." "What!? 3 guys? I would never do that" "Don't be stupid. I know because I was in the toilet block. George and I heard you sucking off some random dude. This is George, by the way. I don't think I've introduced him to you. Then we both went into the cubicle after the guy you sucked off left, and you sucked George's cock through the hole, then he fucked you and then I fucked you. Both of us fucked you bareback, and you had no idea who we were. I knew it was you because I watched you go in." I just stood there, I didn't know what to say. I think I was about to faint or cry or both. I was supposed to be monogamous and I failed, and now I'd been caught. There was no sense lying now, he knew what I'd done. I think Chad knew I was about to have a panic attack and he just said "It's cool, relax. I'm not going to tell Nate. I like Nate, and I'm a bit pissed off that you're cheating on him, but I also think he's a fool for wanting a monogamous relationship anyway. Plus, I enjoyed fucking you. George did too." George hadn't said much until this point, unless you count his loud comments while we were on opposite sides of the glory hole earlier, and said "Fuck yeah man, my cock wants to get back in your hole. Did you cum yet?" I replied "Uhh, thanks, and yeah, I shot my load while Chad was fucking me." It felt weird to say that. Weird to give a name to the load inside me after I'd taken it anonymously, but somehow also hot. George seemed sad at my reply, saying "Damn, I'm horny again and my cock wants to shoot another load inside you" Chad answered for me "That's not a problem, the beat's still there, so why don't you two go back in and fuck again?" I was a bit nervous now. What this a trap? George has a nice dick, but this seemed like a step too far into my cheating lifestyle. I said that I probably should head home, and maybe another time would be ok. Chad stopped me in my tracks and said "Go back in and take George's load, it's rude to leave him horny". With that, George took my hand and practically dragged me back to the toilet block. I guess I was committed now and I'd go home with another load from George in my guts. I figured I had no choice, so once we'd entered the block, I headed straight for the cubicle that I'd been occupying earlier. George pulled my arm and said "No, not there. I'm going to fuck you in the open area. It's more fun." He bent me over the sink, pulled my pants down, and freed his already hard cock. With the cum already inside me, it wasn't difficult for him to slide in. Cum is a great lube. A few slow strokes and then he was fucking me hard, pounding away. He was loud this time too. I wondered if he was able to fuck and keep his voice down. Practically yelling "Fuck yeah, take my bare cock" and "I'm going to fill you up with my cum" and "You're such a slut, taking anyone bareback". I quietly whispered to him to keep the noise down, someone might hear and we'd be caught. He paused his fuck for a moment, lent over so that his mouth was right next to my ear, and whispered "Fuck yeah, I want to get caught. That's why I do it." and with that, resumed fucking me, and resumed his loud dirty talk. I was terrified that we'd be caught. I knew that Chad was outside, but I didn't know if he'd do anything if someone else approached, and with us fucking near the hand wash sinks, would we even have time to cover up anyway? I didn't have to wonder any longer. George's wish and my fear came true. We were caught. An older, short, stocky guy walked into the toilet block and came face to face with a fuck session. I couldn't move, George had me pinned, and George kept fucking as if he preferred it with an audience. The older guy watched for a bit, and I guessed that he was there to cruise, so at least I didn't think he'd call the police or anything like that. He watched as George grunted, pushed in hard, and yelled "fuck yeah, take my load" and blasted his cum deep inside me. He waited for a few moments and then pulled out, a few globs of his cum (or maybe Chad's?) fell out of my ass and into my pants. Shit. I'd have to sneak them into the laundry later. The older guy said to George, "That looked like fun. I think you left a big load inside him" and George replied "Fuck yeah. He has a nice tight ass. Do you want a turn?" Neither of them seemed concerned about asking me what I wanted. The older guy answered "don't mind if I do", and pulled out his cock. It was built like the rest of him, short and stocky. I froze in place, but with George's hand firmly on my shoulder I didn't think I had a choice anyway. The short stocky cock was lined up behind me and he started to push in. George asked him "Did you put a condom on?" the older guy froze and said "Oh, no. I saw you fucking him bareback and just assumed. I don't have one anyway. Should I stop" George replied "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. You can fuck him bareback too. As long as you agree to one condition" "What's that?" "You have to promise to cum inside him" "Fuck yeah. I promise" and he pushed in quickly, and fucked quickly. It wasn't the most enjoyable fuck for me, but I didn't really have a choice anyway, so I just let it happen. He didn't last long and soon I felt his cock thicken and with some breathing that made me concerned that he was about to have a heart attack, he stopped and pulled out. He looked at George and said "I kept my promise. Thanks for letting me fuck him" and with that, he was out the door and on his way. He never really acknowledged me at all. I was finally allowed to pull my pants up and George and I left the beat. Chad was still waiting for us outside, and asked how it was, and mentioned that he'd seen the older guy approaching and hoped that I'd serviced him too. George told him that I'd been good and now I had 4 loads in my ass from 3 different guys and that I was a good slut. It was time to go home, and as I left, Chad just called after me "Let me know next time you're slutting around and I'll come and help" I think I have to admit to myself now that I'm not very good at monogamy. I just hoped Nate wouldn't find out.

authors note: As large as the world is, it is astounding how connected we are. Sometimes, it is like finding out you just fucked your dad through a backroom glory hole. I am stunned at some of the reach arounds of people I have met here and amazed at the connections. I value your input, I treasure your input, rest assured, I have a tally sheet so if a suggestion you have made winds up in the thread or another thread, I will list the tally in the credits. For those who have encouraged me with your enthusiasm, I thank you now, and will repeatedly thank you. and now, back to Sticky Situation (continued)... Curveballs 7/30/25 Richard? Richard? You OK? I became aware of a voice. I replied just 5 more minutes. Richard! In my state I could not snap awake, but I became more aware. The voice again and my head was pounding – Richard, you with us? Calling Richard…. I responded “What”? As I opened my eyes and tried to take inventory of my body. In the sling next to mine Ralph said “I started getting concerned when you stopped moaning about fire in the hole and went silent”. My mind was still staggering on starting my body inventory when I realized my hole was stinging with a sensation that hinted too much abuse and chems. Then I groaned as I realized a background feeling was an ache starting with my Cock and reflected in every back and leg muscle. There was a definite warm burn in my ass and while I was obviously still high, it was not the sting a shard would make. It was definitely full, my ass and gut felt bloated and ready to burst like a water balloon. With painful repercussions I readjusted my legs in their stirrup straps and felt the pins and needles of returning circulation. With protesting neck and shoulder muscles I was able to adjust my head and look at the mirror suspended over my sling. From the tubing, it looked like I had been receiving Ralph’s piss as an anal infusion via the hollow Butt plug I now realized was stoppering up my guts. I tried to push the load of whatever and the plug out but felt weak. Ralph continued “Burt thought it funny since we were Butt Brothers and all that we be piss brothers as well”. My foggy mind realized that explained the burn. I was getting the same chempiss enema treatment that Ralph had been getting from me, while my enema was Ralphs heavy chemload as his body processed out the crystal. As I groped for something to say, Ralph went on. Since we’re butt buddies now, can I move back in? Being a roommate with benefits has some advantages you know. Artie said I am a star cocksucker. OK I murmured afraid to shake my head yes. My eyes worked around to what should have been number 1 on my inventory and I saw my cock, shriveled up, exhausted and pooled around the head… I screamed! Seeing a pool of sperm on your belly was what I had for years considered as ‘normal’. Seeing blood like from a nosebleed around where your shriveled cock lay dying would upset any male in any situation. Ralph said “Oh you saw the blood”? Initially they were going to take you to the ER but it stopped soon enough after the catheter was removed. They slid it into me for your chempiss douche so we are truly blood brothers and butt brothers by injection so to speak. A clatter of boots on the stairs pre-announced Burt along with Adam’s arrival as they came downstairs. Good Morning Sunshine! Are you going to let us remove your ass from the sling now? You were a wildcat earlier when we started to pull you out and put you to bed. Every muscle in your body is going to make you regret that later today. As Adam slid another tub under me and gently tugged on my buttplug giving it a little twist now and then, I could feel my asshole reluctantly give up its prize. My guts emptied through the gaping opening and Adam was singing a song snippet about Yellow Snow. I no longer felt like I was about to burst, but I was too sore and weak to put on my jock so Adam led me to a bondage table, and started dressing me like I was his little brother, Jock, Shorts, Running Shoes, Put your phone in the pocket. Meanwhile Burt had released Ralph from his Catheter plumbing and Bondage and helped him regain a wobbly balance. Burt said, I know you both are likely queasy, but breakfast is on upstairs and you have to eat before I’ll let you leave. Adam will drive you both to the dorms. You can barely keep your eyes open so better safe than sorry. Richard, you need to go by the Doc’s after practice, Jeff is working late tonight, call him when you are on your way. Adam? Yes? I told him Ralph was moving back in to my dorm room. Adam made a noncommittal sound and the rest of the drive was in silence. Adam parked us at the dorm complex and used his phone to ping for an Uber. Ralph and I looked at each other, did a brief hug and trudged to our respective rooms for a shower and fresh clothes. Clean and refreshed on the outside but still a tired nasty dirty boy on the inside, I went into my little stash and popped an upper so I could make it through the day. 10:00 AM Speech Class was a necessary core within both BA and BS track cores. As the class droned on, the breakfast and the upper had me feeling better about the day, all while writing mental notes to myself to never again party so hard on a Thursday Night. I would normally just do a smoothie for lunch but this time I needed more even though I knew it would make me lethargic. I did not want to be inattentive or lethargic at Practice but had to have something to fuel the rest of the day. Coach Jones was the head coach for the Baseball Team along with a team sandwich of staff and scholarship slaves like myself. When we had done some start of the year evaluations he had said My batting skills were good but needed improvement, he liked my game situational awareness and moved me from my High school spot in Right Field to Center. Season starts were weeks away, but our practices had gone from maintain & sustain drills to a higher gear. All the teams were from the top half of the HS sports population and overall very fit so there was no tearing down and building up at this phase of the school year, but working on strength, speed, and skills were the primary focus in this part of the pre-season timeline. We were starting to operate as a team who was familiar with each other’s abilities, and therefore when a fly ball just passed my head and I would not even had to move my stance to make the catch you could hear some groans from my other teammates that I had let down. Yes, it was just an early interim practice, but my body seemed to not make up its mind between draining the blood from my face or turning me rose red. How I remained upright with a staggering realization of my fuckup at lease saved me a trip to the clinic where my partying would be revealed, but Coach Jones called an end to the practice and said where everyone could hear – “Richard, my office please”. In Coach Jones’ office he told me to sit and he offered me a bottled water which I chugged. “Richard, I do not normally give warnings. Guidance is another matter. How are you adjusting to school”? I stammered a reply of a combination of Easy and Hard. Coach went on to say, “I am not just your Team Coach, but I am faculty. If you are experiencing problems, please feel free to come to me. There are a lot of resources I can refer you to and knowledge I can tap. You are not the first distracted player I have Coached and I expect you will not be the last. Promise me you will come to me if things get confusing. I nodded and mumbled yes coach. Richard? One more thing, if it came to my official attention, you were high on my field or in my dugout, you would quickly find yourself off my Field. That’s All”. I left the coaching offices feeling a little numb. Curly from the sex woods by the Athletic Fields who I had since learned was actually named Nathan was there with his friend Ted. I had noticed them at some previous practices and here they were standing in the forecourt so we exchanged 'heys'. As was the theme with these two, they often opened up with a love the way your ass moves as you dash in for a scoop and throw, or loved the way you rode our ponies referring to the DP in the brush. My slutty ass was attracted, but nearly being caught last time always made me noncommittal. Fortunately, I was saved by the bell as my phone rang. The display showed it was from Dr. Fardshisheh’s office. It was Jeff Bruckner. Richard? When can I expect to see you this evening? You are coming right? I told him yes, just hitting the showers. He said skip the showers, you can do that later. I told Curly and Ted I had to dash. I was too tired and sore to Bicycle over so I Ubered over and found the doors locked. I rang the bell and Jeff appeared ushering me in. Strip, this may take a while. Once you are in your birthday suit, please give me a urine sample in this and handed me a lab cup. Once that was done, he put on a tourniquet, swapped my arm vein with alcohol and told me to make a fist and he stuck me for a blood draw. When he was done, he put on a gauze pad and a medical tape wrap. He said open your mouth and say ahhhh! He looked in with a light and said now we are doing it again with a swab. Just pretend it is my cock which you always manage to gobble without gaging. OK he said after putting the swab in a tube. Lets go deeper. Get on the table, feet in the stirrups please his ungloved hand manipulated my cock with a few winces from me. He jellied up my penis and lower abdomen. Here we go, there was the whooshing echo sound from the ultra sound and as he scoped along my penis, then he switched over to my lower abdomen and continued pressing in spots. Then he took a small shield and put it over my balls. He pulled an X-Ray emitter head down and angled it at a precise angle as if he could see my insides without the use of medical devices. I suppose kids are not a concern, eh? However cancer in the sack is a bitch therefore the shield, and this is very low dose. Jeff went out of the room after saying don’t move and I heard the beep. Jeff came back in and looked at the image. A Radiologist will review this, but kidney stones would show up like a Christmas Tree so there is that good news. Certain diets and some meds including HIV meds can metabolize into metallic salts and produce Kidney Stones. They can be problematic if they are simply just chillin, they can be excruciating if one breaks up and you pass it down your urethra, and in extreme cases we have to go up the tube of your cock, grab them, crunch them and drag the shards out. Some of my friends love the pain Jeff continued, but most people I know do not consider it an experience they want on their bucket list. OK, here goes, and I felt a mini dicklet probe broaching the anus of my cockhead and continuing up snaking its way up a one way alley in the wrong direction. I was straining to look but the screen was edge on. Jeff said Trust me, its best if you don’t see this right now. After a moment he said good and staked the scope back out of my plumbing. OK, time to pay for my services, without any warning he stuck his gelled up cock in my ass and I heard the woosh of the machine. After a series of thrusts, I felt his dick growing larger, his thrusts more ragged. OK, clench for the camera and as I clenched I ejaculated - my initial volley rocketed out of my aching hard shaft landing in my left eye and nostril. That’s it! Smile for the Camera and he unloaded up my ass. As I came down from my orgasm, I noted he had turned the Ultrasound Screen towards me which showed his clock rubbing past my prostate in the instant before his ejaculation. Jeff said, I love Selfies. ...not the end....

I'm no doctor, but why bother in the first place if you're not planning on the recommended dosage? Same goes for Pep. Of course it won't be as effective.