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I went back to my bedroom to get dressed. As it was the end of the week I only had two pairs of shorts to wear. One was cargo shorts and another were my short running shorts. They were 3" shorts so they showed my legs and were a little tight on the ass. I knew I should wear the cargo shorts as they were more appropriate but I didnt care. Something made me want to wear the short running shorts for Professor Post. I got to work early before 7:30am. I walked in and thought the office was empty. "Nice shorts. I like them very much" I heard a voice and turned around. It was Professor Post. "Oh thank you. Sorry you startled me. I thought I was the only one here" I said "Sorry I scared you." he said walking over and putting both hands on my shoulders trying to calm me. He was standing about 8 inches away. I could smell his manly scent as he biked in and again was in his tight speedo biking shorts that were sporting a huge hard on. He saw me glance. "If you want you can touch it, I am ok with that. Anytime you want to." he said soothing I could feel me cock get hard. "Thank you but I am fine" I replied "Are you sure? Your cock is telling me otherwise" he said looking down at my crotch. Because my shorts were so short, my cock was pushing straight out. "Oh sorry" I said blushing "Don't apologize, its fine. We need to listen to our bodies and enjoy life's pleasures" he said I heard someone with the office key try to get in and I quickly stepped back and walked to my desk and sat down. Professor Post went back to his office. I had a meeting with Professor Post and 2 other department employees at 8am, one a student like me and another full time person. The student was named Lisa. She was one year older than me and pretty hot. She flirted on occasion even though she knew I had a gf. She would wear some pretty tight yoga pants to work or short dresses and flirt with me. One day her yoga pants were so tight she was showing camel toe. She told me she didn't like to wear panties when wearing yoga pants. It was the same day Jane visited me at work and sneered at her. And then yelled at me that night saying she was slut. We sat a table in the conference room. Lisa sat across from me, Professor next to me and the other employee next to Lisa. We went over things for an upcoming field trip a warehouse and older part of town. The Professor wanted students to tour the area and get a feel for this gritty part of town as part of a semester paper on dilapidated and underserved urban areas. He said there was also home to the gay community. We began planning and suddenly felt someone's foot playing with mine. It was Lisa. She was flirting with me under the table. I moved my foot away from her foot. I thought it was over. Then I felt her foot on my cock. WTH was she doing. She just wrote down notes like nothing was happening. My cock got a little hard from her rubbing. I tried to adjust and push in my chair so the Professor wouldn't notice. The Professor asked her for some information that was at her desk. She put back on here flats and went to her desk. The other employee left for a phone call. Professor Post leaned over and put his hand on my thigh, " You ok" he said "Yes why" I replied "Looks like someone was playing footsies under the table. I am not blind" he said pushign out my chair. My cock was turgid and there was a wet spot. "She really likes you. She's been flirting for a while now. It's okay if you like her. " he said "I don't" I replied looking back at him eye to eye. "Ok good" the Professor said. He stood up, again his crotch in my face and shifted his cock right in front of me before leaving the conference room. My cock was rock hard now. I got my stuff and left and went back to my desk hiding my cock. Lisa stopped by we chatted and then she left. I went to my classes and finished early. I decided to go to the health clinic on campus to get checked on. I checked in at the clinic and filled out the form and why I was there. I waited in the lobby until they called my name. I sat there thinking about the last week or so. How my life has changed so much. New city, new place to live, new job, new friends and new sexual experiences. "Dan" someone called I stood up and walked to the back of the clinic to the person who called my name. "You Dan?" the guy asked " Yes" I replied "Right this way" he said He led me into a room and then closed the door. "Have a seat" he said As he walked from the door to me, he was an older guy maybe mid 40's. About 5'10 average size, slightly muscular. He had a buzz cut and an earring and a beard and moustach. He was kind of handsome. I sat on a chair next to his table facing him and he sat down facing me diagonally. " Hi my name is Rob. I am the STD counselor and nurse here at the clinic" he said "Nice to meet you I am Dan." I replied. "So I read your form, tell me why you are here" he said "I had sex with someone who has HIV and wanted to get tested and on maybe get on PEP" I replied "Okay" he said slowly "Let's first get through a bit of how you got here and talk about that. That ok" He asked "Sure" I said "So how did you meet this person and have sex. When did you find out she had HIV" he asked "Uhh, I had sex with a guy" I said shyly "Oh, sorry. On your form you said you were straight" he replied "Yes I am and have a gf but I had sex with a guy" I replied "So your bisexual?" he said smiling "I don't know. Maybe?" I replied questioning him. "Ok so tell me a little about what happened." he said in a clinical tone I told him how we had started making out and he started fingering me and then ate me out. I could see his facial expressions changed and were very interested. "I take it this was your first time like that with another man", he asked "Yes. I had never had anyone lick me down there and finger me like that. He played with me before but not like that" I said "He played with you before? So this isnt the first time you had sex with him?" he looked puzzled "This was the first time he licked me down there and fucked me but not the first time he touched me down there." I replied softly "What sexual activity have you done in the past?" he asked I told him the past few times of us jacking off together to gay porn and that the last time I gave him a bj and he gave me one. Also went as far back as being in the pool with him. "So was this the first time you had been with a man" he asked I paused and thought. "Yes and no" I said I went on to tell him about me and my high school friend jacking off together and one time my swim coach and me were drinking at the pool one time after a swim meet and everyone left and he rubbed my cock thru my speedos and I had come. I left right after feeling uncomfortable. "Ok so you had some activity with me before" he asked "Yes I guess I did. I never thought about it before. But i'd never had sex with another man like fucking" I replied "That's fine but there are different types of sexual activities and intercourse is only one of them. What made you do more with this gentleman now? What's his name?" he asked "His name is Rick." I replied I told him that he made me feel relaxed and comfortable with my body, he made me feel sexy and beautiful. I felt comfortable in my own skin. "How did you meet Rick? Was it at a bar or school? Tell me about him and when did you find out about him having HIV?" he asked I told him he is my landlord and that it started slowly like at the pool, sharing more details about how he touched me and made me comfortable about my body and even my precum. I could see the nurses eyes start to focus and could see a sense of arousal. I glanced down and could see his cock pushing out thru his scrubs. I looked up quickly hoping he didn't see me look. I think he did cause he smiled back. I then told him about how old he was and what he looked like. I shared I knew he had HIV before the first time we jacked off together when I found his empty pill bottles. "So you knew he had HIV before you masturbated with him, let him eat your semen and then lick your ass hole. Then finally let him have intercourse with you?" he asked in a clinical way "Yes" I said embarrassingly "But I told him not to cum in me and I tried to push him off" I said "Wait you told him not to orgasm in your ass and tried to push him off and he still did it?" the nurse asked in a concerning manner "Yes" I said looking down He lifted my head up by my chin. "Did he rape you" the nurse asked with a caring look. "No he didn't" I said quickly "Then what do you mean. It sounds a little like he forced himself on you without your consent." he said pulling his hand away from my face as it dropped it brushed against my lower thigh. "No he didn't rape me or force himself on me like that" he said. "Walk me through what happened" he said I told him how I let him fuck me and looking back I wanted to see how it felt. When he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, I had a difficult time saying no and just said "please". "So he took that as fuck me more" he said "Yes I think so" I replied I did share that I knew Rick was a top who once he started never pulled out and even that my body betrayed me cause I even pushed back on his cock a few times cause it wanted his cock in me. "So you wanted him to fuck you even though you knew he had HIV" the nurse said "Yes I kind of did" I said "I am confused" I replied "Yes I know that can be confusing. The body's need for touch, intimacy and pleasure and then the reality of STD's and HIV" he said "I just think listening to everything you told me, you sound like you might not be that afraid or not wanting HIV as much as you think" he replied? "What do you mean that's crazy" I replied back in a strong tone "its not. You knew your landlord had HIV, yet time after time you escalated your sexual encounters and intimacy with him. He told you about his HIV, how he got it, how he fucked bottoms and how he wanted to breed them and make them pregnant. Even when you told me the story about him and Jeff and you were confused that someone would want POZ cum in them and chase it, I could tell you were aroused. Look at you now" he said looking down at my cock It was rock hard and had a wet spot at the head area. He placed his hand on my thigh and caressed it. "Sounds like you wanted this to happen" he said He caressing felt good. Then there was a knock on the door. "You almost finished. We have a long line now outside", the clerk said "Yeah almost done" the nurse said He stood up, his cock was pushing out of his scrubs. "Pull down your pants and get on all fours on the exam table" he told me "Why?" I asked "I want to make sure you don't have a serious tear. You said you still had pain there" he replied. I took off my shorts and my cock was hard. "Don't be embarrassed its okay. We are all men and have desires and sometimes talking about it arouses us." he said patting my shoulder I hopped on the table. He put on a glove on his right hand and put lube on his finger. He started to apply it to just the outside of my hole. It felt good almost like he was teasing my hole. "Relax I am just trying to see if there is any bleeding on the outside" he said Then he slowly stuck his finger in massaging my insides. I let out a soft moan. "Sorry" I said softly "Again don't apologize, its natural. You should listen to your body and your desires" he said in a sensual way. Then I felt his finger hit that special spot, my gspot and I let out a loud moan and my ass pushed back on its own. "That's your prostate. A mans gspot. Its soft so that's good." he said as he kept rubbing it. My head dropped. "Your ass muscles seem ok, they are really sucking on my finger he said" Then I felt a second finger and I winced then he used them to open me up and go deeper. I kept moaning and started to pant. My cock was dripping precum on the table. "Yeah he must have found it hard to pull out cause your ass is amazing. It looks like you still have his cum in you." he said and his face what inches away from my ass. He left hand that was bare was caressing my ass. I was moaning and panting. He pulled out his fingers and smeared it on my hole teasing it. He walked away and I thought I heard him lick his fingers. He pulled off the gloves and threw them away. "You can get up off the table and put on your shorts." he said I looked on the table and there was precum on it. You can clean it up how you want. He walked back to the desk and I licked it up. He gave me a prescription for PEP and told me to come back a a few weeks for further counseling and a test. I left the clinic for the pharmacy. How my life has changed since meeting Rick I thought. And even though I am on my way to picking HIV meds, I broke a smile.

Sorry I am made an error in this section and replaced it here. Hope you enjoy it. I woke up again, it was just after midnight. I went to go and use the bathroom and heard moaning. This time it didn't sound like the porn playing on the TV, it was someone here with Rick. I slowly and quietly walked to his bedroom and ever so quietly and slowly peaked into his bedroom. I could see Rick on top of a young guy, like my age or younger, barely 18, and he was fucking him with his huge cock. The guy on the bottom was spreading out his legs begging Rick to fuck him hard and make him pregnant. What did he say??? Make him pregnant? That word again? Men don't get pregnant. Rick was pounding him hard. "Yeah you want my cock don't you, you little sluttly boy" Rick said pounding him hard " Fuck yes Daddy fuck me hard with your huge cock...fuck me please, don't stop" the guy said "Tell me what you really want", Rick said "I want you to make me pregnant" the bottom said "And tell me, say it boy or you won't get it anymore", Rick said as he pulled out and stopped fucking the guy. His cock was glistening with lube and what looked like jizz. The bottom guy looked frustrated and tried to push back towards Rick's hard cock. "No bitch say it or you won't get it." Rick said sternly "I want your cock, I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me pregnant, PLEASE PLEASE" he begged "And!", Rick said "And shoot your hot POZ load in me please" he begged WTH....he was begging Rick to shoot his knowingly HIV positive load in him. What was this guy saying. "Yeah that's it tell Daddy what you need. You been wanting this for a long time. Your pussy has wanted Daddy's cock and charged cum" Rick said "Yes Daddy I have wanted it for soooo long. I've wanted your hot charged cum in me. I've waited over six months for you to fuck me and plant your charged seed me. Fuck I need your cock in me, I need your charged cum please Daddy" the bottom said "Yeah wasn't it worth the wait", Rick said as he started to pound the bottom beneath him You could see the bottom in bliss, his eyes rolled back into his head all while spreading his legs and panting and moaning. Rick turned towards the door and I pulled back. I don't think he saw me. I waited in the hallway without looking and just listened to them. I looked down and my cock was rock hard and my hand was already on it. Rick fucked him hard for the next 5 minutes. All that time the bottom guy was moaning begging for Rick's charged POZ seed in him. He wanted to get pregnant with his cum, his DNA. My cock was rock hard listening to it. I peeked back again. Rick was no piledriving into the bottom. The guy was trying to scream but nothing came out, just a whimper. You could see the bottoms cock, a descent size was leaking precum without even touching his cock. I could tell Rick was on the edge. He had that look on his face I saw the other night. "Here it comes whore, you are going to get it." Rick yelled now ramming his cock into the bottoms ass. "OHHHH yes Daddy cum in me please, I want your POZ cum in me", he moaned back. Rick yelled as he kept ramming into the young guy under him essentially pinning him into the bed. I could see Rick was releasing his seed into the younger bottom. "AHHHHHH", Rick yelled He kept ramming him and started to slow his pace. You could see the cum coating his cock as it slowly went in and out. The bottom kept moaning. Rick leaned over and they started to kiss deeply. In all the excitement in watching them fuck, I came in my underwear. My hand was wet, my underwear filled and wet with my huge load of cum and it was leaking down my leg. I tried to scoop it up with my other hand. I quietly went back to my bedroom and licked up all my cum. I kept thinking about what I just saw and heard and my cock got hard again. I couldn't help myself and started to jack off thinking about the scene and shot another load on my chest. Licking it up and from my underwear. Content or not, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning early around 6am. The sun was out. I went out to take a shower and when I came out Rick and the guy I saw in the room were in the living room. The guy was leaving. "Jeff I want you to meet my roommate Dan. Dan this is my friend Jeff", Rick said "Hello nice to meet you", I said Jeff said the same. He looked even younger than I thought earlier. Barely 18. He was in a tight see thru shirt and boy booty shorts. His ass cheeks were hanging out a little and there was what looked like cum leaking down his leg. He noticed me looking and smiled and used his finger to wipe it up then licked his finger. "Ohh sorry he came in me so many times I overflowing", he said smiling "Okay", I said back. I could feel my cock getting hard. Rick was only sporting his thin white shorts and a decent hard on. "Sorry if we were making too much noise last night", jeff said "No not at all. Didn't hear a thing", I said "Really. I thought I heard you in the living room or hall way." Rick said smiling "Maybe when I was using the bathroom", I replied "There was cum on the ground when we walked out" Rick said "It could have been leaking from me, you fucked me so many times last night. Its still leaking out of me." Jeff said flirting with Rick "Well I gotta get going. Nice to meet you Dan", Jeff said leaning over to Rick and kissing him while grabbing his huge meat. Rick grabbed him and pulled him in for a deep kiss, their tongues going at it while he grabbed the kids ass. "You better get going before I take you right here", Rick said "He might like it" Jeff said looking at me and his hand rubbing Rick's cock thru his thin shorts. "Sorry I gotta get ready for school. Have fun", I said quickly turning back and going into the bathroom. I went into the bathroom to get washed up and hide my hard on. Rick came to the bathroom door. "Its okay if you were in the hall way, I don't mind you watching. Come in next time", Rick said "Uhh okay thanks. I am good." I said. I was naked and getting into the shower. "Okay if I come in and use the bathroom" Rick said "Sure" I replied as I started to shave He pulled out his half erect piece of man meat and started to rub it for a few times while stepping into the bathroom. He could see my hard cock. "Your leaking boy" he said reaching out and swirling his hand on my cock scooping up my precum and teasing the tip of my cock. I moaned and my eyes closed a bit. He took his fingers and licked them. "Hmmm you do taste good. Maybe I will get to taste more of you later one day" He said. "Ughh yeah maybe" I said, not knowing why I said that. "Good sooner the better" Rick said grabbing my cock head and taking more leaking precum and sticking it in my mouth. Again that way he did it felt good in my mouth so sensual so soft my mouth on autopilot started to lick and suck his finger clean. "Yeah good boy taste your cum, its so sweet" he said He turned back towards the urinal I couldn't help but look at his huge cock. He saw me look while I was shaving. He smiled. "I wish you came in last night. We could have had a lot of fun", Rick said "Ohh thanks I am fine", I replied "You jack off last night" Rick asked I paused and thought. Do I tell him the truth. "Yeah", I said as I washed my face. "Good, if you need help again let me know." he said putting his cock back in his thin shorts. I got a glance and he of course saw me. "I know things are a bit awkward right now but I hope we can get past it. I just want you to be happy.", Rick said squeezing it noticing my eyes fixed on his meat "Thank you I appreciate that", I said quickly and fully stepped into the shower. He finished using the bathroom and left.

I woke up the next morning. My ass was sore both the entrance and my inside. I got up and went to the bathroom took a shower and got ready. As I came out of my bedroom dressed Rick was at the table having coffee. He asked that I join him. I grabbed some coffee and sat at the table across from him. "How are you doing" Rick asked "I am ok. Just sore." I replied "Don't worry it will heal" he said I nodded "How are you feeling" he asked "Confused" I replied "Do you want to talk about it?" Rick asked "Not sure. I don't know what to think. I thought about what you said last night" I replied and paused "You are right, I knew you have HIV and I knew we were making out. I enjoyed the way you played with my ass and my body. I just didn't stop and think. I was too in the moment" I said "Did you enjoy it" Rick asked "I did and my body did. But I did say not to cum in me." I said "Yes that's true and I am sorry I got carried away. But you also knew once I was in I don't pull out and I asked if you wanted me to stop and you didn't say anything." Rick said "You have up to 72 hours to get on PEP. You should go to the clinic and get some. I think that will ease your mind. As for us playing together, I don't want to force you into anything you are not wanting or ready for. Maybe we take a pause. Ok?" Rick said I nodded. He stood up and left the house to go to work. I got to work early. Professor Post came by me desk and chatted and gave me some things to follow up on. His crotch was eye level and he didn't change yet and was wearing his spandex biking shorts but it looked tighter. His cock was hard and you could clearly see the outline. It looked at least 8-9" and it was thick. I tried not to look. "Hello earth to Dan up here" he said smiling. I said sorry and took the papers he gave to me. He stepped a little closer to me so his crotch was literally 6-8 inches away from my face. I looked up at him towering over me. He looked down at his crotch and then I did. It was thick and he throbbed it making it move and then said "Hmmmm... It likes you". I started to blush. I was worried as there were other employees in the office but they couldnt see what was going on cause his back was to them and part of a cubicle wall was blocking their view. I noticed at the tip of his cock a ring like thing was sticking thru the spandex. I stared leaning in closer to look. He then stepped a little closer and pushed his crotch into my face. Both our motion at the same time placed my face in his crotch against his hard cock. I inhaled and smelled his crotch. It smelled musty, body odor like and also this aroma which was intoxicating. He looked down at me and I back up at him and he pointed to my crotch. My cock was hard and pushing thru my running shorts. "I like you in running shorts, keep that up in the office. Ok" he said in a quiet yet commanding way and I nodded. He stepped back and I could see a small wet patch the size of a dime at the tip of his cock. "Ok I want those reports by the end of tomorrow Dan" he said as he placed his folders in front of his bulge and walked away.

Part 13: The Biohazard Number and a Husband's "Hey Honey" The evening finds you in bed, a knot of conflicting emotions so tight you can barely breathe. The day's events replay in your mind on a relentless loop: the disappointingly negative test result, the doctor's cold rejection, his seething confession, the way he forced your hand against his toxic bulge. Then the bathroom stall, the anonymous student, the feeling of his load of questionable status filling you. And finally, the doctor's return, his possessive rage, the intimate, terrifying connection as he flooded you with his essence. Your hand drifts down between your legs. Your hole feels wonderfully puffy, swollen, used. You press a finger against it, feeling the tender, bruised flesh. You can feel the wetness inside, a mixture of two distinct loads, a potent cocktail of student and doctor, still resting deep in your guts. The thought of losing even a drop is unbearable. You reach over to the nightstand and pull out your favorite dildo, a thick, veined thing that always hits the right spot. You skip the lube; there's more than enough left inside of you. You guide it to your sore hole and push it in slowly, a deep moan escaping your lips as it sinks home. You're not fucking yourself for pleasure; you're performing maintenance. You work the dildo in and out, shoving what is left of the precious, toxic loads deeper, making sure your body absorbs every last remaining drop of their gift. As you work the dildo, your mind races, fixating on the student. You replay the encounter in your head, trying to decipher his true nature. Was he just a horny kid exploring his newfound freedom at college, chasing the thrill of anonymous bareback risk? Is his excitement about the unknown just a newfound kink, a horny reaction to walking the edge of a cliff? Or is he something more deliberate? A calculating hunter, excited by the possibility of a permanent change, even if he doesn't know what he carries? But then the doctor's voice cuts through your fantasy, cold and clinical. That kid was negative. The doctor would know; he knew his lab results. And as much as you wanted to believe the kid was a secret legend in the making, you had to trust the doctor's diagnosis. The student was just a gateway drug, not the main event. A fun, dirty, but ultimately temporary stepping stone. Then you think about the doctor. He wasn't a bugchaser; he was a man who was pozzed unknowingly by the man he loved, a victim of betrayal. But in that office, something shifted. It wasn't your defiance that changed him; it was your submission. Your desperate, shame-filled honesty, your complete inability to hide your fear and desire—you didn't just challenge his medical authority; you laid your soul bare at his feet. But there was something more, something undeniable. Even in the midst of his rage, you were aroused by him. You couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his scrubs, a fact he couldn't have missed. And when he confessed his status, that he was poz and highly toxic, your own cock didn't shrink in fear. It throbbed. He saw it. He saw the raw, undeniable proof of your desire for the very thing that had destroyed his life. In your pathetic vulnerability and your unmistakable arousal, you showed him a new way to see his condition. You weren't horrified by his poison; you were drawn to it. You helped him discover that his "life sentence" could be wielded as power, that his poison could be a gift. You didn't just awaken his rage; you awakened his inner god. He wasn't just a man broken by it; he was a true toxic titan, reborn in that moment. Your eyes drift to your phone, lying on the nightstand. The memory of the biohazard symbol on the toilet wall flashes in your mind. The phone number written beneath. Who would leave a number like that? The possibilities are endless. A fellow bugchaser, looking for a connection. A true giftgiver, a dispenser of destiny. A poz guy who just got his own positive result and is looking to share the "good news." Or maybe it's just a troll, someone's idea of a sick joke. The uncertainty doesn't deter you; it intoxicates you. The thrill of the unknown pulls at something deep inside you, a primal urge to explore who’s at the end of the line. Your desire overrides your caution. You leave the dildo buried deep inside you, a constant, full reminder of the day's events. You grab your phone, your hand slick with your own leaking precum, and open your photo gallery. You find the picture of the number. Your heart hammers. A reckless, desperate urge takes over. You need to know. You need to hear the voice on the other end. You don't save the number. You don't give it a name. You just manually type the digits into the keypad, your thumb hovering over the green call button. This is it. An anonymous connection. A step further into the abyss. You start to stroke your cock. You are hard as hell, massaging your cockhead with the precum flowing from your piss slit. You are building up to a climax. You press it. It rings once. Someone picks up. "Hey honey." The world stops. It's his voice. Your husband's. The shock is so profound, so absolute, that it triggers a physical response. Your balls tighten, your ass spasms around the dildo, sucking it in to the hilt, your cock jerks, and you erupt. A thick, powerful rope of cum shoots from your slit, splattering across your chest and stomach. You almost drop the phone. It's a dry, shuddering, soul-crushing orgasm that feels more like a seizure than a release. You're gasping for air, your body convulsing on the bed as the waves of pleasure and horror crash over you. "Hey," you manage to choke out, your voice a strangled whisper, still panting from your unexpected climax. "I... I think I butt-dialed you. Sorry." There's a pause on the other end. "Oh, okay," he says, his tone completely normal, utterly unaware of the seismic shock and the simultaneous orgasm ripping through you. "No worries. Everything alright? You sound weird." "Yeah," you lie, your throat tight, your own cum cooling on your skin. "Just... tired. I'll, uh, I'll see you at home on Friday." "Okay, love you." "Love you too." You hang up. The screen goes dark. You're left in the silence of your bedroom, the phone feeling like a lead weight in your hand, your own load as damning evidence on your chest, the dildo still buried deep inside you. You're not just shaking; you're vibrating. The realization doesn't just hit you—it unravels you. You knew he was a slut like you. You saw him at the rest stop, heard him beg for a toxic load. That's your shared sickness, your unspoken bond. But this... this is different. The rest stop is a playground. The clinic is a reckoning. He wasn't just there for a quick, anonymous fuck in the dark. He was there in the light of day, sitting in the same waiting room, filling out the same forms. He was there with a purpose. The questions flood your mind, each one more chilling than the last. Was he there for PEP, trying to crawl back to safety? Was he on PrEP, building a wall against the very gift you both crave? Was he just treating another bug, a simple hurdle on the path? Or was he there for confirmation, just like you, and was he may be more successful? You have no idea. The ambiguity is a chasm of uncertainty, and you are falling into it. The rest stop made you partners in sin. But this... this makes you competitors. The clinic is no longer just a buffet; it's a race. And you have no idea who's ahead, or even what the finish line looks like for him. You lie there in the dark, the ghost of his casual "Hey honey" echoing in your mind, your own cum drying on your skin. But then, a new thought cuts through the haze of panic, sharp and cold. In this race, you might just have the advantage. You know about him. You've identified him at the rest stop, and now at the clinic. You've seen his secret life laid bare. Does he have any idea about you? As far as you know, you're still just his husband, his safe harbor. The thought sends a dark thrill through you. You're not just racing him; you're hunting him. And he doesn't even know he's being hunted. The call wasn't the end. It was the starting gun.

Jory the Jock Jory was the jock that everyone wanted to be. He was captain of the college football team. He was going out with the hottest girl on the cheerleading team. He was the bro of all bros. He was a 6’1’’ black man with a toned football quarterback body. Unfortunately, he was also self-centered jackass that only though with his dick. Any all of his bros on the team knew it. It never failed, once one of the guys would score a new girlfriend, Jory would swoop in and get his dick in her before anyone else had the chance. He would fain being sorry and swear he would never do anything like that again. That is until another of the guys got a new girlfriend. It was the worst kept secret of the team. Everyone knew this was his pattern. His girlfriend just ignored all the gossip about her boyfriend, even though she knew deep down it was true. Well some of the guys had enough of his shit. They planned out a toga party and invited a small group of cool people to attend the kegger. Arim and Troy had had enough. The night of the party arrived and the men started with their plan. They waited for the party to die down to just a few people. Basically just people that would leave when told the party was over. It was a small group. They had made sure that Jory was showing up late by throwing him on the trail of a new conquest. Beside they had their eyes on his girlfriend Tiffany. They made Tiffany a mixed drink with a ton of G. Enough to punch out a small elephant they laughed to themselves. She was already pretty drunk and wouldn’t catch the taste. The plan was to have her pass out and drag her to the bedroom and each take their turns with her. They would record the parts where she was coherent and send them to Jory to knock him down a peg or two. The two men had not foreseen that Jory would make the last of the party. He was an asshole and just grabbed the drink out of his girlfriend’s hand and downed the drink himself. Pissed off that their plan was now gone to shit, the guys called the party to an end. Everyone left except for the 2 men and their leader Jory. It was probably a good thing he stayed because he was starting to feel the G kick in and sank into the couch. After a minute or two he was passed out. The two guys were understandably upset that they would no longer get to run a train on his girlfriend because he was an asshole and downed her drink. So after they calmed down a bit, they realized they could go with the newly made plan of plan b. They pulled out their smoking supplies. Arim pulled out some T and Troy pulled out a pipe. The two men started hitting the pipe, making cloud after cloud. They started jerking off to chub up a bit. Once they started to get hard, they took out their phones and recorded themselves slapping Jory in the face with their dicks. Jory’s mouth opened up and Troy thought, why not? He pushed his head into the open mouth. Immediately, he went instantly full 7 inch white boy hard on. T: Oh damn, that mouth feels good alright. Troy looks down at Jory. T: Damn Jory. I never took you as a cocksucker. Troy pushed more of his hard dick into the mouth. A: What the fuck are you doing dude? Haha that’s fucking horrible of you. Let me get in on that. Arim walked up with his hard dick and pushed his head into the open mouth. A: Oh damn. T: Right! It’s like his mouth was meant for your latino dick haha. Arim pushed as far as his 8 inch dick would go into the unconscious jock’s mouth. He starts to fuck the open mouth. A: Yeah, this will teach you to fuck everyone else’s girl. Hey Troy, get your phone and make sure you are getting this. Troy finds his phone again and records the assault of Jory’s mouth. The jock was leaking spit everywhere. T: Damn that looks so hot. Fuck this guy. Arim pushes in past the arch of the throat and moans. A: Yeah, I mean. We could you know. Teach him a lesson for fucking our girls. T: What are you talking about? A: Hey help me take him to the bedroom. I have an idea. Chapter 2 – Teaching him a lesson The two men each grabbed the jock on each side of him. They moved him over to the bed. Before Troy could start asking questions about what was happening, Arim already started stripping the jock. Thank goodness they had made it a toga party. He was dressed in only a sheet and his underwear underneath. They pulled the sheet off of his chiseled torso. When he got to the jock’s boxer briefs, he turned around to Troy. A: Go and get the cuffs. Time to treat the golden boy like a bitch. Like one of our bitches he loves to get up inside of. You with me? Troy stares at Arim a minute. If feels like a long minute but then grins back at his partner in crime. T: Yeah, fuck this bitch. Arim rips off the jock’s underwear and throws them by the bed post. Troy comes back with some restraints they use for their girl gangbangs. Tonight they would be used on the main man that liked using them the most. They lay the jock on his stomach and restrain his arms to the bed posts. Next they tie his legs to the other bed posts. This leaves the jocks ass exposed and open to the world. Troy leaves and comes back with their party supplies and a medical kit. They bust out more tina and smoke up. They pull out a needless syringe they use to push tina lube into girl’s asses during their gangbangs. Arim spits on the jock’s exposed hole and pushes his finger into the athletic ass. With him being unconscious, the digit sank right in with no trouble. But he pulls it out right away. It was only the beginning. They load up the syringe with lube and push it up the hole. A: This is for the three girls you fucked before me. take each one like a dirty whore, you fuck. Arim picks out some shards and pushes them one by one by one up the jock ass. He pushes his finger in behind the shards to make sure they dissolved deep inside of him. The ass muscles squeeze his finger a bit but relax once the tina had dissolved. Troy walks up and grabs some tina himself. T: This is for the two girls you fucked before me. Fucking asshole. Troy pushes two more large shards into the jock’s ass. They start playing porn on one of the phones. The other is ready to record the ordeal to further emasculate the man after the fact. The two men start jerking off to the porn and getting hard again. Once they are back to full shaft, Troy breaks out the smelling salt from the medical bag. He shoves the salt under Jory’s nose and almost instantly the jock starts to wake. All the tina pushed into his ass hits him like a ton of bricks. Jory starts feeling the tina body tingles right away. But before he could gather any thoughts, Arim gets up behind him with his body against the alpha jock. Jory felt the thick dick sliding against his ass but had no idea what it was. All he knew was his hole was begging for attention. Then without any warning, Arim pushes his dick into the alpha jock’s tight hole. Jory bellows out. all the air had been pushed out of his lungs. He had no idea what was going on. Then he felt more dick push inside of him. Jory pulls on the binds that hold his arms and legs in place. All he can think of is WTF! WTF! WTF! Arim pushes forward again getting the length of his dick inside of Jory. His dick throbs inside of the tight hole. The jock finally realizes what position he is in. He starts to buck and shove the man assaulting him off but the binds are too tight. He pulls on the restraints to no avail. The man on top of him starts to pull out and then slams back inside of him. That’s when Jory hears it – the laughter from Arim and Troy. Troy was cheering on his friend as he pounded the alpha male’s ass like a common hoe. J: Get off me! stop it! Get off me you fag! Arim slams back into the crying jock, forcing a moan out of the new bottom. A: Sounds like Jory likes what he is getting. You like that big dick in your hole? You do, don’t you? Yeah, take my dick. T: Okay man, let me have a turn. Arim pulls out and shifts off of the restrained jock. He is immediately replaced by the white boy Troy. His 7 inch hard on is rubbing up against the wet hole. With each glide over his hole, the tied down jock became vocal. J: Get off me guys. This is fucking gay. Leave my ass alone. Before he could finish his thought, Troy slams his thick dick into the black man. Jory grabs on the restrains again and tries to free himself. Troy rewards his efforts with starting to give him a good rhythmic fucking. He continues to bottom out on the jock. With each thrust balls deep in him, Jory strained himself trying to reach behind him and grab his attacker. J: who the fuck is raping me? A: No one rapes a whore. And you have proven yourself a man-whore to the extreme. J: Guys, this isn’t funny. This fucking hurts. Stop before I murder you for this. The two men just laugh at their sex slave chained down. Troy slaps Arim on the shoulder. That is their bro code way of tagging in and out. Arim pulls out and Troy takes his place behind the confined black man. T: Just sit back and try to enjoy this you fucking whore. Troy slams his dick back into the black man’s hole. Jory howls as Troy bottoms out. Again Jory pulls on his restraints to no avail. Troy continues to slam into the jock repeatedly for what felt like an hour for the new bottom. When he finally slowed down the pace, Jory was greatful for the moment but soon was full of fear again. T: oh yeah, baby, make me feel it. you want my load in your pussy? You know, the way you always breed our girls? J: oh gawd no. Don’t do that. Please pull it out. Don’t cum in me. Troy starts slamming back into the jock’s ass and screams. T: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, take my load you fucking whore. Troy slams into Jory for the final time. He rests against the worn out jock. They both lay there. One in a moment of triumph and one in a moment of shame. Troy pulls out and without skipping a beat Arim replaces the dick in Jory’s wet hole. J: No, please not again. Please take it out. I’ll do anything. Just don’t fuck me. I’m sorry about your girls. I’ll never do it again. Just don’t make me into one of those whores. A: oh don’t worry, that’s not possible. You were already a whore. We’re just finally treating you like one. Now shut the fuck up and take my dick. Arim starts slamming into the worn out bottom and for the first time, Jory is making moans along with the fuck. He had been fighting the feeling and refused to moan. That was until he was seeded like a fucking bitch. He could still feel the load. Some of it leaking down his butt cheek and leg. Most of it being fucked deep inside of his own hole. Jory listened to the sound of the cum being squished around inside of him. He knew that sound. He loved that sound. He loved hearing that sound once he had shot his first load inside a bitch and kept fucking it inside her twat. And now his own hole was making that sound. What had happened to put him in this position? J: Please stop. I’ll fucking kick your guys’s asses. Just fucking stop this shit. As if reading his mind, Arim starts naming off the names of girls Jory had swooped up and fucked before his homies. It was a long list. Once Arim got done with the girls’s names, he just kept calling Jory a common whore. When Arim was finally ready to blow his load, he pulled out and went to the front of the bed where Jory’s face was. He rubbed his dickhead on Jory’s face and shot his huge load all over his face. A: Oohhhhhhhh fuuuuuck yeahhh. Yeah baby. Did you get that money shot on cam? Or were you too busy texting, Troy? T: oh I got it. But I have also been texting one of the guys. I had to fill Wayne in on this action. He is on his way to take his turn.

You never know who you will meet in the locker room. It is always a welcoming surprise when a fantasy becomes a reality. Doctors visits will never be the same.

Prepared to act like a whore The scary leatherman chauffeur put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me from following my two Grampas out of the kitchen and toward the garage. He was another giant. As I hesitantly looked up to his unsmiling bearded and scarred face, I saw that he was wearing a silver name badge that said, “Poz Master Dolf”. He bent down to whisper to me. “Are you really a virgin and not poz, slut boy?” I truly felt like a young school child being scolded. Not only that, but I was still completely naked. I blushed and nodded and bit my lip. “Hmm. Well, this is against my rules. I’m Poz Master Dolf, the organizer of these parties that your dirty Grampas host and the one thing that makes everyone feel safe at my parties is knowing they are among their own toxic poz family.” Dolf fished out something from his leather vest pocket and brought it to my lips. “Take this, chew it, and swallow it. It’s a kind of strong PREP, to protect your ass from poz cum. It works quickly and you should be good to have sex with the HIV positive lechers tonight.” I wanted to protest that I would not be having sex with the poz Trolls and that my Grampas would be protecting me. But he pushed the large piece of candy so deep into my mouth that I could only chew it with my back teeth before it melted and slid down my throat quickly. “Now get in there and help set up,” he said as he turned my shoulders and pushed me away from him. He whacked my ass with his whip again which made me run away from him. In the garage I saw my Grampa Zeke behind a bar complete with bar stools. He was busy setting up a keg of beer and attaching it to a spigot. Without looking up he said, “Go help Grampa Donovan, son.” I heard a whistle and saw Donovan waving me down. I hurried past a couple of couches, fuck benches, a bathtub and at least four slings. “When I pull this screen down, you need to attach it to the hooks in the cement,” he said as he used a long rod to draw down a huge screen from the ceiling. I located the ties on the bottom of the screen and connected them to the hooks on the floor. “Is this for showing porn?” I asked. “Kind of. We create our own slideshows for the guests with pictures and video clips from past events, as well as photos from our profiles on the bareback site. You’re in the slideshow too,” he said winking. “Me? Why?” I asked. “Your Grampa Zeke said to add you. He’s proud of you and wants to show you off. And we both want you to lose the shame and start being proud and build your sexual confidence.” But wouldn’t all these men, when seeing my profile, think I am some slut boy who doesn’t care about getting HIV? Yet Grampa Donovan already had other ideas. “Now, I have a plan to get you closer to your Grampa Zeke. But it’s a little sneaky so it has to be our secret for now." “Gee, I don’t know,” I answered half-heartedly. I rubbed my belly thinking about how Grampa Zeke’s seed was already in me, and I knew I wanted more. “Your dick says otherwise,” Grampa Donovan said pointing to my rising erection. “By the way, how is your Grampa’s poz semen doing inside you? Tasted good, right?” I blushed as I felt my dick throb. “Come, look at this.” He took me over to a garage door and then he went to the side of it and started to drag a wall of plywood on wheels in front of the garage door. As he locked the plywood wall in place I saw that it was full of holes and openings. “Shit, is this a glory hole wall?” I asked wide-eyed. I walked the length of the wall running my hands around the padded and sticky edges of the holes and reading the spray painted graffiti on it like “Poz loads only”, “Spread the gift”, “All sperm is sacred”. “Yep! And this is my idea,” Grampa Donovan took me round to the back of the wall between the garage door and the plywood glory hole wall. “See, later during the party, we give out the address online and local men are able to come and access the glory hole wall.. They can’t enter the party, but they can use the wall.” My dick was really throbbing now. Grampa Donovan noticed and started to stroke me. “Well, looks like baby boy Mikey likes this idea. Can you see where I’m going with this?” I shook my head. “See, your Grampa loves this wall. He loves sticking his thick poz dick into anonymous butt through the holes in this wall. So you will be here and…." he chuckled and grabbed my butt. “Wait…So, I would be on the anonymous side while Grampa…?” “Uh huh…” Grampa Zeke said as he pulled on my barely visible nipples. “But I’m a virgin. I’m too tight for him. Couldn’t I just suck him instead?” I winced trying to shake his touch on my now sore nips. “Nah, that won’t work. He just loves using this wall for breeding butt. But don’t worry, I got this figured out. I think we can have you opened up enough that he can penetrate you through your first sphincter and after that, you’ll see, I predict you will open up even further." “But wait, Grampa fucks guys through the wall here? Do they know he is poz, that the Toxic Trolls will be using the wall tonight?” “Damn, Mikey! It don’t fuckin matter. Nobody cares! The guys coming to the wall from the outside only hear about it through a bareback site, so they are fully aware of what kind of cock they might encounter. It’s just raw, promiscuous barebacking and cum exchanging. Come on, buddy....think about how it would feel to have your Grampa inside you finally after all these years. Plus, you're safe. It takes more than one fuck to get HIV. I know I can’t wait to see it!" Grampa Donovan's fingers had now found their way to my hole and he was massaging it. “I know you want your Grampa’s thick meat inside your hole, ButtBoy.” Naked and hard and standing with him at this glory hole wall, I felt so exposed. My fantasy profile on the bareback site was becoming something I was expected to live up to. What a mind fuck. “Well, I did take PREP tonight," I said. “You did? You’re on PREP??” Donovan's eyes widened. “Yes, no…well I got some from a friend. Just in case." “Oh man, this is perfect,’ Grampa Donovan slapped my ass really hard. Turning from him, I looked through a hole in the plywood wall and saw my Grampa in the distance as he was setting up the bar. I know it was unnatural, but I felt such love and lust for him. It did make me horny to think of him feeding his cock to me through the hole. It felt very [banned word] and naughty. Maybe once we bonded like this, he would be more comfortable with our special family ties. And I had taken the PREP candy from Dolf, so I was probably protected. “Damn, your hole is moist, Mikey. But we gotta get you opened up man. Now, I am going to walk back with you and tell Grampa we are going to grab your outfit for the evening. Then, I will lube up your hole and we’ll stick a nice soft plug up there and in a couple of hours, you will be primed to be fucked by your hot poz grandfather.” Without any further discussion, Grampa Zeke guided me back through the garage. “Mikey wants an outfit!” He said giving a thumbs up to my Grampa as we hurriedly passed by the bar. “Make it quick, you two!” He called after us as my Grampa continued to busy himself with setting up. Geez, the Toxic Trolls must drink a lot, I thought as I saw tall beer flasks line the counter. Inside the bedroom, Grampa Zeke had me jump on the bed on all fours while he applied a thick but cool cream to my hole. “This lube has extra strength CBD in it, so your cunt is going to open up really fast and feel numb and receptive.” “Wait, what? My "cunt"? I don't like that word” I blurted out. "Get used to it, pussy boy Mikey," he said with an evil laugh. But immediately he used his rough hands and long fingers to push the greasy lube inside me while stretching out my anus. Somehow, my tight pink hole opened up in seconds. “Damn this is making me hard, ButtBoy. I might have to fuck you myself” he chuckled. I did feel my hole get wider than I had ever felt it before and the warmth from it spread deep inside. This felt great. Perhaps getting fucked wouldn’t feel so bad after all. “Now, in one, two…”I heard my poz Grampa D say. Before reaching three, Donovan grunted and forced the large soft plug up my hole. My asslips immediately locked onto the foreign object and suddenly I felt like I had a balloon inside me. My face was red, I was blushing from a feeling of dull pain and muted pleasure, but my dick was rock hard. My heart raced as I felt Grampa Donovan tap and rotate the butt plug several times so it made my butt and body vibrate. Donovan then wiped my ass with a towel to remove the rest of the thick and numbing lube. “Damn, Mikey. You did well baby boy. I think your hole was made for this kind of thing. It’s like it was aching for it. Your Grampa’s gonna love it!” The big butt plug throbbed in my butt and it felt good to use my ass muscles to pull it in and out of my anus ring. “Now, put this on. I got this specially for you.” He threw a ripped tank top over to me and when I sat up to put it on I read that it said “ButtBoy4Older”. When I pulled it over my head, it barely covered my nipples. “Wear these too,” he said as he threw some very skimpy denim shorts at me. “Are you sure my Grampa won’t know we are trying to trick him?” I asked as I pulled on the skin tight shorts. I saw my reflection in a mirror and gasped as I realized that I looked like a truck stop slut, just like I had seen in some amateur porn flicks. “And this,” he said as he threw a baseball cap at me that said “Daddy’s Slut”. Looking at the cap I said. “Won’t this give the wrong impression? Are you sure Grampa won’t get suspicious seeing this?” “Your Grampa will be trying to protect your ass tonight, not fuck it.” With the cap on my head, I saw the mirror reflect a wanton and lurid image of a young male slut. All I needed was a lollipop in my mouth to complete the obscene image. “Isn’t this a bit much? Don’t I look like a tramp?” “It’s just to tease the men. Before we knew you were our Grandson, your Grampa loved talking about how he would love to whore you out. Now, one of your tasks tonight is to work the check in table, where you will…welcome the Toxic Trolls.” “Wait…Grampa Zeke wanted to whore me out?” “Yes, little Mikey. He got really excited fantasizing about corrupting you into a cock hungry slut for the poz trolls and men like them. But again, that’s before he knew you were related.” Grampa Donovan squeezed his own meat as he spoke to me. “Would he still like that, do you think? To have you guys whore me out? Would that make him get over the incest stuff?” I said feeling inspired by the idea of what might bring Grampa Zeke closer to me. “Let me tell you something, Grandson. Your Grampa Zeke is as dirty minded as I am. He might appear all kind and paternal but his Achilles heel is any uninhibited and submissive cock hungry boy who loves taking loads. If he thought that was who you really were, I think he would drop the mask and pound his poz seed into you as often as he could. It would make you irresistible to him, and me.” Hmm, I thought to myself, as long as I am on the PREP like Dolf gave me and Grampa Zeke thinks I’m a whore, he would be more likely to finally give himself to me completely and I wouldn’t get HIV. So, that settles it. Tonight I will act like a total boy whore and get Grampa Zeke really excited, and he will fuck me anonymously through the glory hole wall. And then, I’ll reveal to him that he fucked me. “Ok. How do I work the check in table for the Toxic Trolls? What do I need to do?” I asked as I admired my plump ass and boyish looks in the mirror.

Rick's finger was in me hitting that spot. My legs opened automatically. My breathing started to get more intense. My cock was getting hard again. "I know you wanted this. You have wanted this from the first time we met, from the first time I touched you at the pool" Rick said as his finger was working its magic in me. "No I don't want to get sick and I don't want to get HIV" I said back trying to remain in control. But it was difficult his finger was making me ache inside. "Then answer this. Do you want my cum in you" Rick asked as he pulled his finger out of me. I gave him a look as I really wanted his finger back in me. I was so confused. "Do you want my cum in you" Rick asked as he started to stroke his huge now erect again meat. "I don't know. I am confused." I said "I need to go to bed. I think that would be best right now" I said further "If you want that's fine." he said "But lets clean up your cum first on my couch" Rick said sternly I felt I didn't have a choice. He leaned down and licked it up with his tongue. Savoring it he said, "Damn boy you taste so good" he said swallowing. "Go ahead and lick it up." he followed up "I leaned down and licked up my cum. It did taste good, I started to suck and lick it up off the couch. He patted my head, "Good body lick it all up", he said. After I was done I looked back up. He took his finger that was in my hole and stuck it in my mouth. "Taste us together. This is what we taste like together." he said staring at me eye to eye. I acquiesced. I sucked and licked his finger like it was his cock as usual. It tasted strangely good. It shouldn't. His finger was up my ass. It had a funky, salty taste with a hint of iron. He pulled his finger out of my mouth my tongue following it out wanting it back in. He smiled. He leaned over and softly kissed me on my lips and said it was time for us to go to bed. I walked out confused and still aroused. I went back to my bedroom, it was now 2:30am. I was tired but still horny. I lay in bed reflecting on what just happened. I let a man with HIV possibly AIDS fuck me and cum in me. I didn't want HIV. But I still was on his last question. Did I want his cum. A part of me did. Watching him and Jeff and the gay porn of those bottoms taking cock and cum made me think about it. I started to get horny now and started to stroke my cock. But I wanted more. I spread my legs and stuck my middle finger in me. I moaned. I moved up my bed leaned against the wall and spread my legs with knees back towards my chest. I got more of my finger in me and started to stroke my hard cock again. OMG is felt incredible my finger my cock my ass my pussy. What my pussy? My ass....OMG...i started to shoot all over my chest and came hard. I could feel my ass clench around my finger. As I calmed down I cleaned my self off licking up all my cum. I hesistated but then sucked on the finger which had been in my ass. I started to like the taste. I stuck my finger back in and moaned. I pulled it out and looked at it. It had cum and a tinge of red. It was blood. That was the iron taste. OMG my hole ripped and is bleeding. And I have HIV cum in me. I was excited and nervous. I calmed down and lay down on my bed. I fell fast asleep.

I didn’t bring a condom. It was dancing late on a Friday night in 1999 that I first spotted him. He was across the bar standing alone in a back corner nursing a beer. His open gauzy white shirt showed off his perfectly tanned chest and six pack. I’m a bit of a geek that loves old TV series and movies. His body was the Magnum PI era Tom Selleck, his face 007 Daniel Craig with seventies stash and dark five o’clock shadow. To my 19-year-old horny self he was a sex magnet. It was a warm night, so I had checked my ratty faded denim jacket and was dancing bare chested in nothing, but short frayed denim cut offs hardly concealing my privates and offering a little more than a glimpse of my darkly haired ass. My Mulatto skin was even richer with my deep tan courtesy of too much time at the gay end of our local nude beach. Sweat was dripping from my thickly haired 5’ 4” cub body. The cheshire cat smile had my cheek dimples on full display. And my black army boots shouted, 'cum fuck me. ' I didn’t know if he had noticed me, so I marched to the bar and bought two beers. Making my way directly to him I offered one. At first, he demurred, “I’m an cheap drunk so I shouldn’t.” But with my winning smile and persistent hand toward him offering the glass he finished the little he had left and accepted my gift. “I’m Jake.” I offered. “Dan, good to meet you Jake.” He smiled back a bit on the sheepish side. I’m a sucker for masculine older men with enough confidence to appear meek at first sight. I’m not one to beat around the bush. Who has time for that? So I enquired, “Your place or mine?” “Umm. That was direct. I live in the suburbs, you?” he responded. “Just a couple blocks from here. Let’s get out of here.” “But the beers?” he wasn’t really complaining. “Come on, let the fucking commence.” His eyes grew big as saucers, and he let me tow him out onto the street. I directed him through the back ally shortcut pushing him behind the first available dumpster to plant a big sloppy kiss square on his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to offer tongue in return. As our tongues danced in each other’s hot mouths I undid his jeans. Before pushing them down I asked permission to suck his cock. No words just his nodding head granted access, and I wasted no time getting his beautiful semi-hard member deep in my throat. I love the way a mans cock hardens up in my mouth and his responded quickly. I proceeded to deep fuck my face on his 8” and thick hard on. He moaned with great appreciation. My interest was peeked as a hand found my spine and traced the hair toward my hole. Bingo, he knew which way this fuck was planned to go. As I stood I directed one of his fingers into my hole. “Fuck kid, you are prepared, you came prelubed!” “No sense wasting time with a sexy willing daddy like you!” I know I’m a brat. “I didn’t expect this tonight, I didn’t bring a condom.” He confessed. “I don’t care, you’re too hot, just fuck me raw.” I wasn’t begging, but the next thing to it. “Tempting as you are son, I can’t do that.” “Sure, you can, I’m consenting.” “But I’m not.” He persisted. “Right, you’re right” I conceded. “But would you at least rim me? I at least want that five o’clock shadow scrapping my taint.” I turned and bent propping myself against the dumpster without waiting for his answer. As I waited I thought I might have attempted too much before I finally felt his hot tongue trace my ring. When it started to dart inside, I thought I might have converted his thinking. I was almost certain when his lips covered my hole and sucked vigorously. I was prepared for him to enter me as he quickly stood. Instead, he spat on my bare back. “You fuckin idiot, that’s not lube in your hole, it’s some guys cum. Keep the fuck away from me.” And he ran while pulling up and fastening his jeans.

Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.

I find this thread a bit funny. For bottoms the obvious answer to having a young stud go after you is YES PLEASE. Who doesn’t want a horny fucker who will cum in you several times? For me personally I’ve had those guys over the years and I still get approached as sporting my body hair and ass is a always a fetish and a big turn on to some guys 😉 I find that those young guys come in 3 flavors: 1) The crazy twink This guy loves to fuck but he’s also a bit clingy and crazy and overall just very unstable. Very hot though usually. To be avoided if possible as you will definitely regret giving them your phone number. 2) The virgin who wants to fuck a slut cumdump This is the guy who might cum after 5 strokes and breed you with a huge load. He’s not that experienced but he makes up for it with his enthusiasm and cum. He can often go another round or he may have a big dick that has made it hard with his peers of same age so he loves how easily he can just fuck you without you complaining. 3) The non-binary guy Now this one is a bit newer for me since I think it’s a bit more of a thing for guys born after the year 2000, but the past few years I’ve had a few of them. They were surprisingly usually amazing fuckers. They either had really big dicks or great energy for fucking or both. I recommend them if you get the chance!

In his apartment the next morning Jake couldn’t believe what had happened to him. It all seemed like a blur, like it had happened to someone else. Yet, he was the one standing naked in his bedroom looking at himself in the mirror and seeing a new person. Though physically not much about Jake had changed mentally he was different. His understanding of himself was different. He’d thought of himself as a vanilla top, into guys who looked pretty much like him: mid-twenties, toned, with a little body hair. Now he saw himself as something different. Now he saw himself as what Sir had unlocked within him, and what he longed to become. His fingers cautiously played across the hard plastic of the cage Sir had locked his cock in. Consisting of a stout black plastic ring around the base of his cock and balls, and an almost flat circular disk like a tiny bike wheel, it forced his cock back so far that it almost looked as if he didn’t have one at all. His balls, forced forward by the ring swallowed up his caged cock, leaving him with just a leaking nub. “This will keep you focused,” Sir had said as he pressed the cage over Jake’s cock head. “Your only sex organ is your hole now. The only way you get off from your hole, just like you did last night. And don’t worry, once you’ve taken my cock and your stretched-out hole is dripping with my cum, if you want unlocked I’ll take it off.” Remembering Sir talking about his stretched-out hole brought Jake’s hands to the other change. He felt the base of the plug still lodged tight in his hole. He tugged on the base, pulling the plugs knot against his ring. He whimpered. He’d never played with his hole. Not even the few time’s he’d bottomed before. He’d never really found it that exciting. Now, however, with the dream of taking Sir’s monstrous cock all of that had changed. Jake still couldn’t explain the power Sir had over him. It didn’t make any sense. He’d asked himself that as he’d walked from Sir’s place to the subway that morning, the plug bashing against his prostate with every step. How had this man, who he would have said was completely not his type, gotten him to go home with him? Not only that, how had this man convinced Jake to change his body, give up who he thought he was in bed, and train himself to take his big, fat, silicone cock? Jake turned his attention to the toy’s he’d just finished unpacking. Sir had packed them into a duffle bag as Jake had gotten dressed. “This is your training kit boy,” he’d said, handing Jake shockingly heavy the bag. When Jake had looked confused he added, “It will make sense when you unpack at home.” Then Sir had pulled him into a tight hug, and kissed him roughly on the lips. “I’ll see you in two days, I can’t wait to see what progress you’ve made. Have fun boy.” Jake wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he felt silly for not understanding Sir’s meaning when he unpacked the bag. Lined up across his dresser stood a group of increasingly large butt plugs followed by another line of dildos. Sir had sent ten toys home with Jake in total. Four plugs, five dildos, and one that fell between with a long fat shaft, and a thick knot at the base. Still as large as biggest toys were none of them were as big as Sir’s cock. This was how he was going to train his hole for Sir’s cock, he thought looking at the row of toys. Looking at them made him nervous, excited, and, as evidenced by the stream of precum leaking from his locked nub onto his balls, aroused. “Alright boy, time to show me how dedicated you are to taking my cock.” Sir said two days later. Jake was standing just inside the vestibule of Sir’s town house having been greeted with a bear hug and a kiss. Sir was shirtless, showing off his massive powerful arms and chest. Jake’s eyes had immediately been drawn to the obvious massive bulge in Sir’s thin basketball shorts. Really, he might as well have been naked for all that they hid. For a second Jake just stood there, his back to the door, not sure how to follow Sir’s instructions. Then in a much more forceful tone Sir said, “Strip boy.” Jake almost jumped at the change in Sir’s tone. Feeling nervous and self conscious he pulled off his jacket and shoes putting them off to the side. He then slipped out of his shirt and dropped his pants. Standing now in a pair of white briefs he looked at Sir for approval. A wide grin spread across Sir’s face. “Good boy,” he said. “Getting ready to take my cock is about more than just stretching that pretty little hole. It’s about letting go and becoming the piggy sub slut that I know you are.” Sir pulled Jake to him again, his mouth almost touching Jake’s as he said, “I knew it as soon as I kissed you in the bar. You gave yourself to me. You didn’t know it but that was when you became mine.” Jake whimpered. Sir was giving voice to what he’d been thinking the past two days. Horny and desperate for release he had spent hours bouncing on the dildos and plugs Sir had given him. The feeling of opening himself up had brought new pleasure, and an alluring sense of accomplishment. When he’d bottomed out on the smallest dildo Sir had sent, still larger than the average cock, Jake had orgasmed so hard he fell over. He’d lain on the floor impaled on the dildo, his hole twitching around its thick shaft, as his balls spasmed and cum pumped from his locked nub onto his swelling balls. Penetrated, stretched and shaking he’d been able to think of nothing but Sir. Not just his giant tool and how much Jake wanted it, but of how Sir made him feel. How he wanted to submit to Sir. How much he liked obeying Sir’s instructions. Everything he was doing was hotter because it was what Sir wanted him to do, it was in service of Sir. Now Sir’s words swirled in Jake’s mind, you became mine, becoming the piggy sub slut I know you are. “Turn around boy, hands against the door, stick that sweet ass out.” Jake obeyed and quickly felt Sir’s big rough hands on the small of his back. They grabbed at his briefs. Jake expected Sir to rip his underwear again, but this time they were yanked down to his ankles. “Now let’s see how my new pussy is progressing,” he gave Jake’s ass a little smack, causing him to jump a little. Sir let out a low appreciative growl. “Good boy. Fuck good boy. I didn’t even have to tell you to come here plugged, did I? No. You knew. You knew that a good slut would come here just like he left, stretched and plugged. But which plug is it?” He gripped the base and gave it a little tug. “This isn’t the one I sent you home with.” “No…” Jake gasped as Sir played with the plug, “no Sir! It’s… fuck! It’s the middle one. I was able to take it this morning.” “Already up two sizes? Well your hole is more stretchy that I thought.” “I spent… holy fuck Sir that feels so good, I spent basically all of yesterday and today playing with my hole. Fuck! I’ve been so horny. It hasn’t even been that long. With the cage I mean. It’s only been a couple of days and not being able to touch my cock…” “Has you fucking desperate doesn’t it boy?” “Yes,” Jake moaned. “Good boy,” Sir rubbed his cloth covered crotch between Jake’s cheeks. His cock head bounced against the base of the plug shaking it in Jake’s hole. “You’ve been thinking about my big fucking cock, haven’t you? Dreaming about it?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Going up two plug sizes is impressive but you’re not ready for my cock yet. I’d break you, and we don’t want to break this pretty pussy.” “Fuck I want it so bad Sir!” “I know you do. I know you do boy. Follow me, I have a surprise for you. It’s not as good as my cock, but it’s going to help get you ready.” Obediently Jake followed Sir into the house. They passed the stairs, and walked through the well-designed front from. Past the dining room with its large original looking chandelier they turned into a little nook before the kitchen. Sir opened an unassuming door and lead Jake down into what he suddenly realized must be the garden level. Jake wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting but Sir once again surprised him. The entire lower floor of the townhouse had been turned into a play room. The floor was dark black tile, glittering in the low red light. Before them stood a sling, set up below a mirrored section of ceiling. On the far wall a giant wooden X stood, with straps and cuffs at the end of its four legs. There was a bench with a padded seat just at crotch height along another wall. Spaced between them were shelves and hooks loaded with sex toys of all varieties. Whips and flails, masks and restraints, plugs and dildos lined the walls. There was so much to see that it took Jake a moment to notice that they weren’t alone in the play room. A man, dressed much as Sir had been the first time Jake saw him stood in front of a bed with black sheets off to the right. Though it was a little hard to tell in the low red lighting he looked to be a little younger than Sir, maybe just having turned forty. He had short hair pushed forward into a little ridge above his forehead, and an impressively full mustache. His jaw was square and sharp, connecting to a thick neck. He was broad shoulders, and his big hair covered pecs were accentuated by the thick straps of the black harness strapped around him. His stomach was flat, but undefined, like one big slab of muscle with a wild mat of hair pushing down into the wide waistband of his white jock. Jake’s eyes flashed to the man’s bulge. It was big, but far more understandable then Sir’s. “This is Mike,” Sir said giving Jake a little push towards the other man. “He, and a few of my other friends, are going to help you get ready for me. Not only are they going to help stretch out this pretty little hole,” Sir tapped the base of Jake’s plug, “They’re going to help you become the slut you need to be to take me. Now, go on and get on the bed over there. All fours, show Mike that plugged up hole.” Nervously Jake walked over to the bed, the tiled floor shockingly warm under his feet. He got up onto the bed and turned so that he was kneeling across it with his ass turned towards this new stranger. He bent forward and rested his chest on the bed, presenting. Jake felt a hand rub his ass, then a quick light smack. He jumped a little and both men laughed. Then a hand grabbed the base of the plug and tugged at it. He felt it pulling against his hole. Then suddenly it slipped out and he felt empty. There was a moment where the plug just rested inside him, then Mike pushed it back in. Jake easily expanded around it’s girth and took it’s knot back in with a soft plop. “Fuck,” Mike said, speaking for the first time. “When did you start breaking him in?” “Two days ago. I picked him up over the weekend. By the looks of his hole he’s spent the last two days wrecking himself with the toys I gave him. He’s already gone up two plug sizes. You’re the first one getting a crack at him though.” Mike gave an appreciative growl. The plug was pulled back, and slowly removed. Jake whimpered. He was left empty and open. He felt cold air slip inside his hole, then warm breath. A hand gripped each of his cheeks spreading him wide. Mike’s tongue flicked around Jake’s ring making the young man sigh with pleasure. Sir moved around the bed so he was standing in front of Jake. He squatted down so they were eye level. “That feels good doesn’t it boy?” “Fuck, yes Sir,” Jake moaned. “What’s he doing?” “He’s eating me out!” “That’s right. He’s rimming your tight little hole, opening it up. Do you know what he’s going to do after he’s had his fill?” “No Sir.” “He’s going to fuck you.” Jake must have looked shocked because Sir continued, “That’s right boy. Being a caged sub boy, and stretching out your hole isn’t enough to earn my monster. No, you have to give in to being a total slut. Only slutty sub boys can take my cock. Do you know what the difference between just a horny bottom boy with a locked cock and stretched hole, and a real slut is boy?” “No Sir.” Jake panted, his breath catching as Mike plowed his tongue into him. “A real slut boy, one who’s worthy of my cock, isn’t just open enough to take me. He’s a real true cock hound. A dick pig. A cum slut. The boy who gets my load is a boy who craves being used. A boy who gives up his cunt to real men. He’s already full of spunk when the tip of my cock touches his hole. He’s a faggy pig slut.” “Fuck,” Jake moaned. “That’s what I’m going to make you into. When I’m done with you there will be no going back to the quite little vanilla top I picked up last weekend. You’ll be too hooked. Even if you ask me to unlock you and you get to use your cock again, you’ll never be the same. You’ll have experienced sex in a whole new way, and there will be no going back.” “Fuck,” Jake whimpered again. His eyes looking up at Sir with desperate desire. “Is that what you want boy? Do you want me to turn you into a real slut?” “Yes Sir!” “Say it. Tell me what you want boy. Say it!” “I want you to turn me into a fucking slut Sir. I want you to make me a faggot pig slut! A fucking… oh fuck… oh fuck that feels so good! Fuck! I want you to make me into a fucking faggot, a sub slut, a cumdump!” “Good boy!” There was a shift behind him, then hands gripped his hips and Jake felt something new push against his hole. He knew it instantly. The warm firm but slightly springy flesh of a cock pressed into him. His hole held it back for a moment, his sphincter tying in vein to reassert its exit only nature. Then it slid inside. Jake moaned loudly, his head crashing into the pillow. Several inches of thick meat pushed inside him in one easy stroke. “Good, good boy,” Sir said, getting up onto the bed with them. “That’s it. Take Mike’s cock boy.” Mike put a hand between Jake’s shoulders and forced him down, his ass stuck in the air. “Fuck,” Mike said, his voice low, “this hole is fucking nice. Holy shit. So warm and soft. Fucking hell boy. You were a top? Fuck, what a waste. Holy shit.” He pushed more of his cock into Jake, keeping the boy pinned to the bed. “It feels good doesn’t it boy? It feels good having Mike’s big dick inside you. Well… It’s big for you right now. Right now it’s quite a stretch getting him inside you isn’t it.” “Fuck! Holy shit that’s so good. He feels so big!” “Good boy. Take his cock. Take him inside you. That’s it boy.” “Fuck! Fuck!” “Yeah, taking Mike is a challenge for you now, when I’m done with you though. Fuck. Once you’ve finally had me inside you,” he grabbed his own crotch, shaking his impossible bulge at Jake’s face, “you’ll be able to take Mike without any prep. Just spit on your hole and sit on his big rod.” “Fuck yeah. This hole’s going to be so fucking loose when you’re done. Fuck, but it feels good now.” Mike pushed deeper, and Jake felt his strong hairy thighs against his ass. “That’s it boy. That’s it. You’ve got him inside you now. Is that your first raw cock? Your first time getting fucked by a real man?” “Yes… Fuck! Yes Sir! I always… fuck! I always fuck safe. I’ve always used condoms, even my boyfriend and I use condoms.” “Not any more boy…” “No Sir!” “Just the dream of my big cock was enough to get you to take it raw.” “Fuck yes! Fuck yes Sir! I want your cock so bad and… fuck!” “And what boy?” “It felt… holy shit! Mike you feel so good inside me!” Mike, holding onto Jake’s hips has started to slowly fuck his cock in and out of the boy’s quivering hole. “Keep going boy, what did you feel?” “I felt… It felt so good playing with those toys. I’d never felt anything like that. Opening myself up. I couldn’t stop, every time I got a little more in I felt so accomplished. I wanted more. The first time. That morning, the morning you gave me all those toys, I went home and I immediately tried one of the dildos out. I managed to fuck another load out of myself, through the cage. I felt… I don’t know… it felt different from jerking off but good, it felt so good. I want to feel it again. And I’m so horny, I’m so fucking horny. I know you said the cage would help me focus on my hole, but it’s made me so fucking horny all the time. Not just because I can’t jerk off but because it reminds me that I’m working to taking your cock. I can’t have my cock until I’ve taken yours and that’s turning me on so much!” “Good boy, that’s exactly how it should make you feel. Give into that.” Mike had started picking up the pace, hammering his cock down into Jake’s upturned ass. Jake whimpered under the assault. His hole burned, but it didn’t hurt. It felt euphoric. Something was opening inside him. New pleasure centers were being created inside his brain. How waves of sexual pleasure crashed through him. He felt his cock, forced back into his body by the cage, strain as precum leaked from its tip. His balls were slick, and a trail of precum dripped from them onto the bed below. Jake whimpered, as he looked up at Sir. “Fuck! Sir! He feels so good inside me. Holy Shit! I never thought! Fuck! I never thought getting fucked would feel this good. Oh my God! I can’t wait for your cock Sir! I’ll do anything. Anything! Please. Please make me into a faggot slut cumdump pig worthy of your cock!” “Fuck! I’m gonna fill this boy up! You ready for your first load boy? You ready for your next step towards taking that silicone bull cock?” “Yes! Please! Breed me!” “Fucking slut!” Mike roared and slammed his cock balls deep inside Jake’s shaking body. Jake collapsed forward under Mike’s weight and they lay there in a panting heap. Mike twitched deep inside Jake’s hole spreading a new warmth inside him. Jake was being flooded with his first load. He was being bred. “That’s it,” Sir said, rubbing his hand softly along Jake’s sweaty cheek. “That’s it. Good boy. You’re one step closer to taking my cock.”

Armpits

To the OP, it doesn't have to be a quarrelsome issue: Each guy is entitled to make his own decisions, and if they don't match ours, well - the fuckjoints are full of guys that will. A simple little "have a great evening" or similar will do.

Really difficult to say. I have had a variety os sexual experiences. When I get nostalgic and reminisce about fond memories in the past, I typically remember the same experiences. 1) had a 4 way with my bf and another M/F couple. My bf was gay, the other guy was bi. I fucked his wife while he fucked my bf. She wanted me raw and her husband wouldn’t let her. He left the room to use the restroom and I slipped off the condom( have only wore a condom on a few occasions) and pumped my load inside her pussy. He never knew. 2) the same bf brought a guy home for me to fuck. He was a beautiful 18yo twink; I was around 30yo. He stayed the weekend and I fucked and bread him all over the house and in the back yard. So many loads. 3) about six years ago I had a FB. He was about 10 or 15 years younger, Latino, with a nice build and dick, and a great ass. When his BF was away on business, I’d go over and fuck him. The last time we got together, we smoked a little weed and than another guy showed up. He was a 20 something married black guy with a big dick. My buddy was in cock heaven. We fucked his holes good. We took a break after me and the other guy put two loads each in his ass. We smoked a little more than went back to breeding him. After the black guy came, I sucked his cock clean than ate my buddy’s sloppy hole. Very uncharacteristic of me. Don’t really know what came over me. The other guy started playing with my ass and eating me out. He really wanted to fuck me but I haven’t prepared for that, but now wish I had..

(continued) Spent, holes well used, I watched as the black bodybuilder walked to the dungeon exit, followed by the chiseled blond thirty-something, then the dark haired man with tattoos, then the 18 year old wrestler.. I quickly followed with my uncle bringing up the rear. We walked up the stairs into the living room and without a word, they all put their cloths on and exited the house leaving only me and my uncle. After he went into his bedroom I quickly passed out on the couch. Waking up about an hour later, still naked, I walked into his room. He was asleep on top of the bed with a raging hardon. I leaned down and took it in my mouth and began to suck the stale cum that was still coated on his huge rod. He rolled over, placed his hands on the back of my head and began to work my throat. Still in a fog, his giant tool passed the back of my mouth and opened my throat. All of a sudden he thrust up, groaned and shot another load. The taste and smell of his warm cum was all I needed and I collapsed into the bed, it was now about 5 a.m. I awoke about 8 a.m., put on my cloths and went home. A few days later after work the wrestler and I stopped by the house. My uncle opened the door and invited us in. He poured us some whiskey and asked if we wanted to watch some porn. We grinned and said, absolutely. He turned on the TV and as the video came on it was us in the dungeon the other night. The cameras had caught everything from different angles and the film was edited. I could see the workout Steve had taken, his young hard body matching every bit of the other men. I watched as I was getting my hole destroyed, my ass beginning to tingle as I watched. Steve turned and said that he had been checking out the other wrestlers in the communal showers at school after practice and noted that some of the guys were very hung – if only they could be coerced into joining. With only a little time that night, we all jerked off into one of the whiskey glasses and I had the pleasure of drinking down all the cum mixed together. I then took my finger and ran it around the inside of the glass, not wanting to leave a trace of the elixir. The TV was turned off and we headed for the door. As I left I said, “we need to make another video.” My uncle responded, “before that, you and I are going to the bathhouse.” I quickly said, “fuck yeah”.

Got turned into just a hole last night. Ended up going to the bathhouse, climbed into the sling, and put on my blindfold. Eventually a verbal top came to play with me telling me he knows I just want to be a hole and to beg for his cock. I of course beg for it and let him use me. This leads to others to come watch so the top offers my hole to 2 other guys as well, letting them breed me before he takes back over. His cock felt so good pushing all that cum deeper into me. After everyone was done and taking a break, I climbed out of the sling and noticed all the cum that ended up on the floor. I swiped up as much as I could and fingered it back into my ass. Felt so wrong to do that, but I earned those loads.

This happened 2 years ago but i really want to share it because i cant keep my mind off it. Ever since i can remember i have been playing with my hole, many household items, toys and fingers have passed through but never a real cock. I tried multiple times by going to cruising zones and parks but everytime someone would aproach me a gigantic feeling of anxiety would come over me and i would bail on it. The night in question was no different, i already spend 2 hours driving around to various area's. Getting out of my car only dressed in a jockstrap hiding my chastity cage and a t-shirt. But everytime someone would react to me i would just bolt out of there and drive away. Getting annoyed with myself i decided to go to one of the best known cruising spots next to the highway, normally there is like 10 people there at anytime. But by now it was 4AM so there were only 2 cars there. I figured this is it, i would walk into the woods, wait a minute or 2 and if noone shows up i was gonna go home. I get out of the car and walk into the woods with a tiny blanket, put it on the ground just in the treeline but right next to a path and got down doggystyle with my ass pointing towards the path. First nothing happened, my heart was racing, but i was counting down in my mind, keeping myself there till i got to 2 minutes. In the last 15 seconds i hear footsteps behind me. My heart drops, but i use everything in my might to just stay put, wiggle my ass around a bit and seconds later i feel a hand on me... No words said, he unzips and puts his bare cock in my hole, my entire mind is screaming at me to get out of there, but my body just pushes backwards taking him in completely. About half a minute of being fucked later i can feel him fill me up, and he gets up and leaves. About half a minute after him i get up and run back to my car and speed away. Ever since then i have not been able to get myself to go through with it again, my anxiety is still through the roof, but i cant stop thinking about being used and filled up by him.

Caved last night, cheated, and took two loads last night. Second guy gave me a 3 week load. Felt amazing.

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

Fukkin hot! Yeah Buddy force every inch of your cock deep In your Boy, grind your balls on his ass as you pump your seed deep in him then stir your load before you’re done with him. Like it.

Then he suddenly stopped and turned me over. He pulled me up on my knees and spread my cheeks and went back to eating me out. I moaned again putting my head down and just enjoying the pleasure. He got one of his old dirty shirts and put it under my nose along with worn underwear. I inhaled them and it made my buzz even further. After a few minutes of eating me out, playing with my balls and cock, I felt Rick stand up behind me. He put something wet on my hole and put his cock at the entrance of my hole. I was so in bliss and I felt him his large head enter me. I let out a scream in pain. "Ahhhhhh it hurts." I yelled "It's okay baby, it will hurt now but trust me you will be enjoying it soon enough. It will feel amazing. I promise. Have I been wrong yet?" Rick said comforting me "No" I said He pushed back again trying to get in. It hurt like hell and he had difficulty cause his head was fat. "Relax just breathe and smell my clothes. And now push back like you are taking a shit" he said I inhaled his shirt and got a buzz and pushed my ass out like I was taking a shit and holy crap it popped in. But it hurt. "Argghhhhhh" I yelled in pain. "Ahhh yeah that's it boy. I am in you. Fuck your cunt is so wet right now" he said. "Daddy stop please. It hurts. And you have HIV. I don't want to get AIDS" I cried out "Don't worry baby you might not get it." he said as he pushed forward into me. It was ripping me apart I yelled in pain. Now he had pushed me down flat on my stomach. He had his hands on my hips keeping me down. He kept sinking into me. "Ahhhhhh it hurts" I cried out He was now lying on me. "Don't worry baby you have half of me in you. Only a little more to go" he whispered in my ear. I felt his hands on my nipples working them sending shocks to my cock. He pushed further while pulling on my nipples causing pain in both. It made my ass not as sore. It hurt really bad. I felt each inch rip my hole apart in his width and pushing in his depth. Then I felt something in my belly. Like he hit something. He pushed and I yelled out in pain. I was tearing and it hurt bad. I tried to adjust but he was too big and heavy for me. I finally felt his crotch against my ass. "Ohhh Dan. I am finally all in you. Fuck your pussy feels so good. I feel it pulsing around my cock. I wants me in there. "Rick said in my ear kissing my ear and now kissing my neck. I moaned back. His hands still playing my nipples. I felt his slowly pull partially out and push back in. I kept letting out cries of pain as it still hurt but after a couple of minutes my ass felt like it adjusted or was just numb to his cock. He kept this up and his cock started to hit that spot his finger did but in a more powerful and intense way. I started to moan. It started to feel a little good. There was pain but now pleasure had entered from stage right. "Hmmm yeah your pussy enjoying this. Your pussy and my cock were meant for each other" he said. "Rick please stop soon. I don't want to get HIV please", I said in a half moan. He fucking me slowly and the pressure was intense and the pleasure started to build up. He pulled back with just the tip in. I thought he was going to pull out and in my body's betrayal my ass lifted up off the couch. It wanted his cock back in me. "Yeah your pussy wants DAddy's cock doesn't it. You want me to pull out?" he said as he pushed back into me. I let out a moan. I was in conflict. I didn't want HIV. "No please..." I moaned "Please what" he said as he sped up his pumping. "Please" I moaned He kept pumping. His breath got heavy. I knew he was cumming. "Please pull out please. I don't want to get HIV. Rick please" I cried out He kept pounding me. I tried to lift off but he was too big for me. "Yeah fuck your cunt is mine. I am going to cum in you. Give you my POZ load. You want it don't you. You want Daddy's cum in your cunt", he said. He was close "No please don't....don't" I yelled trying to push up "You sure, your cunt is squeezing me...your pussy wants it. You know you want it. You've always wanted it" he yelled My mind was racing, no don't want HIV, why would I. I don't want it. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled I felt his cock get bigger in which I didn't think was possible and felt him shoot load after load into me. I felt his hot cum hitting my walls. It was an incredible weird feeling. I just lay there taking it. I began to tear and sob a little. Rick kept pumping slowly until he was done with me. He pulled out of me and off me and sat back on the couch. I stayed lying down for a minute and slowly got up and sat up. "Dan you ok" Rick asked "Yeah, no, I dont know" I said tearing "I told you once I fuck someone I always come in them. Right?" Rick said "Yes" I replied "But I said dont cum in me" I replied "What did I just say. You knew" Rick said sternly "Yes I know", I replied "Then why did you let me fuck you in the first place", Rick said "You let me cock in you. You even pushed back on me a few times. I could feel your cunt pull me in" he said All this talk made my head spin. "You sure you didn't want me to fuck you and cum in you" Rick said now sitting closer to me. "I don't know why I didn't stop you at the beginning or tell me to stop when I asked?" I said "Maybe its cause you know you want me to fuck you and to cum in you" Rick said rubbing my thigh. "I don't want to get HIV." I said "You sure. I know you wanted my cum and you wanted me to fuck you. You even enjoyed it", Rick said "No I don't. I don't know what I want and didn't enjoy it" I countered back to him "You sure you didn't want it or enjoy it" Rick said pointing down to the couch. I didn't realize it but I had cum. There was a puddle of my cum on the couch. "I know you did. Your pussy wanted this. You wanted this. If you didn't you wouldn't have come with me tonight. You know I have HIV and I am not on meds. You see how I look. You know I am sick. But your pussy tells me otherwise" Rick said as his finger was now back in me rubbing my gspot. My cock was hard and leaking again. I was so confused. I had just been fucked by a man with HIV who is not on meds and he came in me. I don't want to get sick. What is wrong with me?

Sorry again for typos and grammar. Hope you enjoy it. He pushed my legs apart and lay down towards me and gave me a deep kiss. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He was an amazing kisser that I let out a soft moan. I lifted my knees to his side pressing him keeping him there, not wanting him to leave. He broke away and work down my body sucking my nipples making me moan and wince both with pain and pleasure. His hands were all over me. I was so aroused at this point. He then lifted my legs. "I am going to eat your pussy boy" he said. "What, I don't have a pussy" I said back with a questioning face. He then went down and started to kiss my ass hole and lick it. It was something I had never felt before and the feeling send chills to my cock. Rick then started to tongue my hole. I couldn't help myself, I was both stunned and pleasured and started to moan. Rick dove in more and started to eat out my ass hole. I felt by body both tense and melt from the pleasure and my cock start to throb. "Yeah boy this is what a man does to a girl, eat her pussy. Make her wet. You know that. You've done that right? I am now eating your pussy" Rick said. My mind wasn't fully functioning. I was thinking....."Yes I had eaten pussy many times and made girls cum from it. But now I was being eaten out and it felt so good. But I don't have a pussy...right. OMG it feels so good. He is eating me out, it feel sooo good. I don't know what to think. I don't have a pussy. But it feels soo fucking good. "Hmmm your pussy is all wet boy. I hear you moaning like a girl. Feels good don't it. Tell Daddy." Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy it feels amazing. Keep licking me and eating me please", I begged "Eat what Dan? Tell me, say it" Rick said "Eat me please" I replied "No. Eat what?" Rick asked as he stopped eating me out. I tried pushing my face on his mouth and he held me there. "Eat my ass" I said as I pushed back. He stopped me and held me there. "No it's not an ass hole. What is Dan? You need to say it if you want me to eat you out. I know you do" Rick said. He then used his finger to tease my hole. "Eat my pussy please. Please eat me out, eat my pussy please Daddy" I begged "Good boy" Rick said and then dived back in and started to eat me out. Licking and teasing my hole with his tongue, sucking me with his lips, feeling his scruff on my taint. I started to moan. "Ohhhhh fuck! Eat me Daddy. Eat my pussy please" I yelled moaning. My head was back and I want panting and moaning. He had his hands on my thighs while his head was down on my hole. I felt his tongue enter my hole and hot deep in me. I moaned out loud. "Fuck boy your pussy is all wet. Your cunt is so tight around my tongue" he said as he went back down to eating me. His hands rubbing my thighs. I was in ecstasy and thought it couldn't get better. Then I felt his finger enter my hole. It hurt and I winced. The pain went away as he alternated between his mouth and tongue and his finger slowly working it in me. I felt his finger go deeper in my hole and his mouth eating me out. Then I felt him hit something deep in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a loud deep moan. He pulled his finger out and played with my hole again but not putting it deep in me. "Yeah boy thats your G-spot. Just like a girl. Fuck you have such a nice pussy dont you Dan" Rick said "Yes daddy I have a pussy. I never knew I had a g spot like a girl" I said while moaning as he worked me over. He stuck his finger back in and I winced as I felt his fingernail scrape my inside. He alternated again eating me out and fingering me. I was in bliss. I felt something larger and I thought was it his cock. "Ohhh fuck Dan I got 2 fingers in you. Your cunt is pulsing boy. Your have a tight wet pussy" Rick said fingering me. He would hit my gspot and make me see stars.

Seeing a man in Grey sweat whose underwear are showing Or he's commando with a big imprint. example I saw a guy at target he had on a white T-shirt. His nipples were showing because his body was so busting big and muscle hard but then he had these green sweats on and he had this huge cock that was commando and he was with his wife, but I’m thinking he puts that thing in her cause it was at least 9 inches. It was a huge cock and the head was fat. Plus it was a hot in sweaty day. I still wonder if he knows that other men are looking at his big old dick swinging in his pants.

I went to my classes and then went back to work. I saw Professor Post in passing and he smiled and looked me over each time. He had changed to work pants but you could still see a little outline of his cock. We made small talk in the office around others but I could still feel his eyes ravage me. In one instance we were out in the main area and he brushed up against me in a narrow area and I felt his hand brush up against my ass. I was accidental but not in that his hand stayed for an extra second than it needed to. He walked away but turned back to see if I was looking at him and he saw me and smiled back. If felt exciting and good. He made me feel sexy, it was strange. After work I had dinner with Jane and her friends, we went to a bar after and then I got home around 11pm and was a drunk. I went home and jumped into bed and passed out. I got up around 1am and went to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. As I was finishing up Rick came to the bathroom. "Glad your up. Want to join me" Rick said with his hand out. He was standing before me naked. His cock turgid, I looked down at it. I didn't say anything I just took his hand and he led me to his bedroom. His TV was on and he led me to his couch. He kissed me slowly and lightly slipping his tongue between my lips. My head leaned in on its own wanting his kiss and his tongue deeper in my mouth. He was teasing me. His hands also were working my nipples teasing thema and pulling them, I moaned in his mouth. "Yeah, you want Daddy don't you. Just relax boy, I am going to make you feel so good." Rick said whispering in my ear. I leaned forward towards him wanting him. My hands were on his back caressing him, wanting to be closer to him. He pushed my head into his armpit. I took a deep breath inhaling his scent. My head buzzing now not just from the alcohol but his intoxicating scent. I kept smelling. "Take a taste" Rick said I took a small lick of his armpit. It tasted salty and tangy. I wanted more and started to not just inhale but lick his pit. "Yeah get it good, lick it up" Rick said. My cock was not rock hard and leaking. He pulled down my underwear. He didn't touch my cock but it hit his leg. He just teased my thighs and worked back up my body. My body was aroused and alive. My hands worked his body and found its way to his pulsing meat. I touched it, I could feel it throb in my hand. I massaged it and worked it. He pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. Licking is huge head then licking his thick shaft. Licking it up and down and then taking it in my mouth. He pushed forcing me to gag. "Relax boy" Rick said I did and sucked on it with hunger and slowly took more of him in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged but regrouped and focused on pleasing this man with a massive thick meat. I worekd my way down till I had a good 7 inches down my throat. He moaned. "Ohhh yeah boy your a good cock sucker aren't you. You love Daddy's cock in your mouth right?" he said. I quickly nodded. I kept working his shaft sucking all his precum leak, wanting to taste him so badly. He picked me up and threw my on the couch length wise. "You are mine tonight Dan. I will make you a man" he said I looked up at him, this 60 year old plus man who in any other situation I wouldn't and I don't think most men or women would find attractive. He was balding, skinny, a little tummy pouch, a hint gaunt with nipple rings. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't hot on the normal scale either. But I found him so alluring, so attractive. I was physically attracted to him and had some connection. I just stared at him as he towered over me. It was late but I didnt care.

Agreed to meet a FB at a bathhouse. Before FB arrived, a hot skinhead eyed me and directed me to get on a sling. He rimmed me profusely with his long tongue. Fucked me raw and hard, dumping a load. Left without a word. What a perfect top! FB arrived and dumped another load in me. I sucked clean his cum covered cock and kissing him with cum from two loads. He does not know I had an earlier load.

Part 12: The Doctor's Gift as a Cure As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. The doctor. From your position on the floor, looking up at him, the bulge in his scrubs looks even more impressive, a formidable weight of flesh. His eyes are dark, fixed on you, and then they drift down to the mess on your chest and the trickle of cum leaking from your ass. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he chuckles, his voice a low, calm rumble. "I was wrong. You do know what you're asking for. And it looks like you've earned my gift after all." He pushes the door open and steps inside, closing and locking it behind him. He unbuckles his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls out his cock, already hard and angry-looking. The thick, heavy metal ring is still encircling the base, making it swell to an angry-red, almost purple color, every vein standing out like a roadmap on the engorged flesh. Thick, clear beads of precum drip from the tip, falling directly onto your face, one hitting your eye, burning and clouding your vision. He wipes some off with his thumb, smearing it across your lips like lip balm. "Taste that," he commands. "That's the real thing. Not that boy's little thrill. That's just the key." He reaches down, not to grab your arm, but to press two fingers against your pulse point, feeling your heart hammer against his touch. Then he grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. He spins you around and slams you chest-first against the grimy tile wall, just like in his office. You feel his body press against your back, his cock hot and insistent between your ass cheeks. "That kid is just an amateur," he growls in your ear, his voice a venomous whisper. "Some college student chasing a thrill, fucking every bare hole he can find, exploring parties... a willing but innocent amateur. I saw his lab results: nothing a few pills can't fix. Importantly, HIV negative. So, a nice mindfuck, but no real risk there. But me... I have the real thing. He was the opening act. I'm the main event." He lines up his cock and slams into you, his entry made slick and easy by the student's load. You cry out, a mix of pain and profound ecstasy. He doesn't pause. He doesn't tease. He immediately starts fucking you with a furious, punishing rhythm, his hips a piston driving into you. "Feel that?" he grunts, his breath hot on your neck. "That's my toxic cock rearranging your insides. I'm chasing that boy's cum deeper into you, painting over it. Marking what's mine." "You wanted to be converted? I'm going to fucking convert you." His words are a torrent of filth and scientific fact, each one making you harder. "Every thrust is pushing my viral load closer to your bloodstream. That kid's reckless abandon is the welcome wagon for my army. The raw friction from his hard fucking together with whatever else he might have shared with you creates a perfect, fertile pathway. Essentially giving my bugs a ride to the front of the line. You're not just getting fucked, you're getting seized. Permanently." His pace becomes relentless, brutal. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes in the small room. "You're going to walk out of here with my poison inside you. You're going to feel me for days. And when you get the flu, when your body finally surrenders, you'll know who did it to you. You'll know who claimed you – the person you seeked for help, who gave you the get-out-of-jail card that you decided to flush down the toilet. You deserve it!." With a final roar, he buries himself to the hilt. He reaches around and presses his hand flat against your lower stomach. His palm is warm, solid. The gesture shockingly gentle. He's holding you, anchoring you both in this intense moment. The touch focuses every sensation on that single point of contact where the hard, deep bulge of his cockhead presses against your inner wall. As his cock begins to pulse and spasm, you feel it from the inside, and his hand presses firmly, as if trying to feel the throb of his own climax from the outside. It's an unspoken, shared experience, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection as he floods you with his essence. He stays there, panting, his weight pinning you to the wall, his warm hand still pressed against your stomach, a grounding point in the aftermath. After a long moment, he slowly pulls out. As the flare of his bulbous cockhead pulls out your ass lips, a trickle of the toxic juice begins to escape. Before it can run down your thigh, he presses two fingers against your hole, pushing the escaping seed back inside you. "Don't waste it," he growls. "Every drop counts." He then brings those two glistening fingers to his own lips, tasting the mixture of your ass and his cum, a final, possessive act. He gives you a rough shove, stepping back. You slump against the wall, utterly spent, cum leaking from your ass and your own load drying on your chest. He calmly tucks his cock back into his scrubs, buckles his belt, and pulls a prescription pad from his pocket. He scribbles on it, tears off the sheet, and holds it out. "Same as the college kid will get," he says, his voice once again cold and professional. "Standard dose." He pauses, then adds with a cruel smile, "For the other... there's no cure." You take the paper, your hand trembling. He turns to the door. "See me in four weeks," he says, without looking back. "Maybe the result will be more to your expectations then." He unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you alone, shaking, loaded with two men's cum, and holding a prescription for the temporary distraction, while forever carrying the one you can't cure.

Have always gravitated to older guys

Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

Here’s my dose for today.

Part 3 Snowball Seduction So they left me alone to shower in the massive bathroom which was actually more like a clubhouse shower room. It had five different shower spots with all kinds of douching cables hanging and at the end of it was a huge tub. I’m sure 4 men could fit inside it. I was so horny as I soaped up my dick, sensitive nipples, and asshole. I thought about my handsome Grampa, his thick cock as beautiful as I remembered it. His body was so lean and veiny now and more irresistible to me than ever. I felt so happy to be welcomed by him and so intrigued and curious about what life could be like here with him and Donovan. One thing I thought was strange was how much they emphasized their HIV status all the time and how that seemed to be point of pride and a turn on for them. Maybe it was liberating for them to talk about their cocks and cum as being poz like they were? They said this was an honest household, so I made a plan to ask them questions about being poz. As far as I knew, swallowing poz cum was okay. But I wouldn’t want Donovan to fuck me unprotected, since he seemed to imply he might do that. Hell, I had never been fucked even though I called myself Buttboy4older when they met me online. But, I did wonder what it would be like to have him take my anal virginity with my Grampa watching lovingly from the sidelines. Feeling bold and horny for some sensation inside my butt, I decided to use the douche cable attached to the shower I was using. The shower room had filled up nicely with steam so I took comfort in the privacy I had and allowed myself time to clean out. Everything drained away easily since the floor angled slightly toward discreet gutters on the opposite wall. They left a super fluffy and comfortable bathrobe for me just outside the shower, but it was way too big for my height. I had to hoist it up a bit as I walked so it wouldn’t drag on the floor while I walked to the other side of the ranch style house. I heard a doorbell ring on my way to the living room area and saw Donovan going to the front door. He was wearing a cropped t-shirt that revealed his slight belly and a bright yellow jockstrap. Was he really going to answer the door dressed like that? He opened the door. “Hey Miguel!” I heard him say. He handed over a wad of cash and said. “As always, keep the tip!” “You’re the best, Mr. Donovan!” I heard a delivery boy say. “Love the t-shirt!” Donovan laughed. “Thanks sweetie. You know it’s true!” The door closed behind Donovan as he turned around. “Hope you like gazpacho and guacamole!” he said as he held up two bags. Now I could read what it said in big letters on his t-shirt - HORNY POZ TOP. Holy shit! He answered the door for the delivery man in a jockstrap and a raunchy t-shirt that was like the headline for a profile on the bareback site? “Is it okay that he saw you wear that t-shirt?” I blurted out. “I am what I am. Better get used to it, Buttboy4older!” Donovan chuckled as he walked toward the large marble island by the kitchen. “Damn, that bathrobe is huge on you. How tall are you anyway?” “I’m 5’4”, I think." “That’s so cute. 5 foot 4! You really are our own Little Mikey. Our very own tiny twink…haha. Listen, we’re having a light lunch right now but we will have a better meal later after the event.” I heard Grampa say as he approached from behind. My eyes popped out of my head as I turned and I saw my Grampa approach. He was in a leather jockstrap, a leather cap that said “Poz Pig” in large silver letters, and a leather vest with a badge that showed the word “condoms” crossed out with a large red X. His cane also seemed to be made of black leather. Apart from the cane, he looked like one of the porn stars I had seen in some vintage pre-condom leather movies. My heart started to beat fast as I saw my leather-clad Grampa approach and my cock thickened with lust for him. I wrapped the big robe around me to hide my erection. “What event?” I asked as I followed him to the kitchen island. “Well,” said Donovan as he arranged our snack. “A couple of times a month we host our Toxic Trolls poz sex party here. And since you surprised us with your visit, we didn’t have time to cancel. We have a couple of men who fly in for this party, so it wouldn’t be fair to cancel on them at the last minute. You’ll like them. Mostly oversexed Dads and Grampas, though sometimes some younger guys show up too. You’ll be the belle of the ball.” Grampa patted the bar stool next to him at the kitchen island and beckoned me to sit next to him. Uh, not sure I wanted to be the star of the show at sex event called “Toxic Trolls” for HIV poz mature men. I was hoping to have time with Grampa and Donovan by myself to adjust to my new reality. “Maybe I should just hang out in the guest room during the party?” I asked as I took off the huge bathrobe and put it on the back of the stool. “Nonsense. Your Grampa is eager to introduce you to his friends. Don’t worry, we’ll have you under our watch the whole time. Nobody will mess with you, unless you want that,” Donovan said and winked at me. “Introduce me? Won’t that be weird?” I felt myself panicking. “So they will know we are biologically related and I am at a sex party full of poz men that you have organized? And why are they Toxic Trolls?” “Oh, Mikey boy. No need to worry! The Toxic Trolls clan are all very open-minded and discreet. They are the pillars of society, salt of the earth kind of guys, ” Grampa Zeke said nodding. “We’re a secretive, honor-bound group. You’ll see.” “Hey, do you guys have my clothes?” I said looking around trying to change the subject. “Baby Boy, we’re going to get you new clothes for your new life here in Palm Springs. For now, please just relax and stay naked. We love looking at your cute face and body and that gorgeous bubble butt,” Grampa said as he winked at me. “Now that wasn’t incestuous, that was just me being honest, Buttboy4older.” I blushed, but I loved hearing my sexy Grampa compliment me that way. I kinda wished he wouldn’t worry about incest. Donovan gave us each a bowl of gazpacho and put the guacamole with a big mound of white and blue tortilla chips in the middle of the island. “Say, Mikey boy, I’ve been thinking. I want you to call me Grampa too. It makes sense since your Grampa Zeke and I are married…so we’re family…and in fact, it really turns me on the more I hear you say it. So why don’t you start calling me Grampa D or something like that? Like on the bareback site, we are Poz Daddies, here you can call us your Poz Grampas. Make sense?” “My “Poz Grampas?” I repeated aloud trying to absorb this new variation of ‘family values’. “Mmm…see that already got me hard hearing you say it, Buttboy,” said Donovan as he stood up and released his thick uncut python from his yellow jockstrap. Grampa Zeke laughed. “Don’t tell me that didn’t make you horny too, husband, hearing your Grandson Buttboy4older call us his Poz Grampas,” Donovan said as he wagged his jumbo sausage at him. “Guilty!,” Grampa Zeke said and he spun his bar stool toward me and pulled off the snaps off his leather jock to free the meat I had longed to suckle on for years. “This isn’t incest, little Mikey, right?” He said as his rugged thick meat bounced up and down. Initially “Little Mikey” felt infantilizing and wrong, but anything my Grampa Zeke said to me was welcome and made me feel loved and sexy. Especially when he said such things while he was naked and flaunting his beautiful genitals to me. “Huh...So, I’m Little Mikey, also known as Buttboy4older, I guess, and you are my sexy poz grampas.” “Exactly! And like the song says, We Are Family!” Donovan chuckled. “Can I ask something? It seems you guys really insist on the word “poz”. How come?” “Well, baby boy, for us being poz is empowering, it’s liberating. So we embrace it. We embrace the way it feels, the way it looks on us, the way it has removed any inhibitions, and for how it let’s us live a shame-free cock-centered bareback, raw sexual lifestyle. None of us know how much time we have left in this world, so we live like this today, we celebrate being poz through ecstatic worship of the penis and cum and we call it out by its name, loud and clear. That’s why it’s our favorite word. Poz talk is very exciting for us. I hope that doesn’t bother you?” “See, Mikey. That’s why your Grampa is known as Father Zeke, he speaks like an inspired preacher. He is so wise and he has converted many with his way with words. I have a more lurid and vulgar vocabulary. Like my t-shirt says, sweet twink, I am a horny poz top. I’m also a nasty fucker, a breeding and seeding dirty old poz man with a boundless imagination for filth,” he said staring me down and licking his lips. “Hmm, I guess that makes sense. It’s like gay pride, but poz pride instead. Ok, that’s cool,” I said trying to sound reassuring while feeling weird about it all and how I would fit in since I wasn’t poz. I looked back and forth at my poz grampas who were stroking their cocks and making these very lewd confessions to me. “Are you sure I will fit into your lives here? I’m not poz and, in fact, I should probably use condoms when I’m ready to have anal sex and I should get on Prep. Don’t you think?” I looked down and saw my cock was hard and leaking. “No way, bubble butt Grandson, no way in hell: condoms are never ever to come into this poz-positive house unless the condoms are frozen and full of semen already so that we can shove it up buttholes and use it as lube. Do you understand me? Condoms are anti-life and are a symbol of shame and repression for us,” Donovan said as he eyed me seriously. Frozen cum as lube? Fuck, that is nasty. Donovan was right, his imagination was off the charts filthy. And what will happen if one day Donovan really does try to ‘deflower my pretty pink shithole’ without a condom? How would he open up my tight pale pucker with his oversized poz penis? Will Prep be enough to protect me from it, from him?? “But sure, son, you can go on Prep,” Grampa Zeke said as he rubbed my thigh. I heard Donovan sort of cough and mutter something in the background. “However,,” Donovan added, “Little Mikey, you gotta help me work on your Grampa Zeke here. He has to get over this incest barrier. Know what I’m saying, boy? The man is a pig, a proud poz pig, like his sexy leather cap says, so he doesn’t lack desire or imagination, usually.” Seeing my two poz grampas stroking their meat while we had this ‘family’ coversation set something off in me. Being poz was their essence so it was normalized into their lives, and their sex lives seemed to dominate. I started to feel a [banned word] desire to have Donovan inside me bare, his poz girthy uncut cock slowly opening me up, while my Grampa watched on the side. I imagined my Grampa Zeke’s excitement and him jacking off as he watched his sleazy pox-proud husband pound my virgin butt. My heart raced and my cock thickened as I imagined such an intimate initiation into this family. “Well, there are things we can do that aren’t incest, Grampa Zeke,” I slipped off the high bar stool and put both hands on my Grampa’s knees. At 5 foot 4, it was like looking up at a god on a throne. As I gazed up at him, I could feel my face was red, like it got when I was horny or embarrassed, and I felt like a little boy begging his grandfather for some candy. “Like, we can hug, right? And we can kiss?” I rubbed his hairy veiny legs all the way up his groin. “And maybe we can take showers together? And we can cuddle and snuggle together, right?” Grampa Zeke’s cock started to thicken again as he looked in my eyes. “Yes, we can cuddle, son. I’d love that.” “I hope we can all sleep together, Grampa. I mean at night just all spooning in the same bed. That’s not incest. Right? That’s just being loving. Little Mikey and his poz grampas all snuggle buggle together naked in bed. There’s no shame in that, is there? Two poz grampas and their non-poz grandson sharing hugs in bed?” Donovan had approached us and standing over us his massive dong was now leaking over my Grampa Zeke’s erect penis, providing extra lube for the wet knob and foreskin already slick with toxic precum. He squeezed his pierce nipple through his Horny Poz Top t-shirt. I moaned and felt such lust that my asshole twitched. Looking back up at Grampa Zeke I wanted to tease him even more. “And we can admire each other’s bodies, you can look at my bum and butthole anytime you want. I love showing it off for you and [banned word] Grampa D. You can tell me anytime “Mikey, spread your cheeks and show us your virgin pink boy cunt”. And I’ll do it, Grampa and that won’t be incest since you are just admiring it. Right? And you don’t have to penetrate me? You can watch and play with your poz penises, both of you. Right? I want to make you happy.” “Do it now, Mikey!” Grampa Zeke growled. Shocked by the force of his voice, I slipped to the floor fast, got on all fours, stuck out my butt real high and reached back with one hand to pull a cheek apart. I craned my neck to look back at my poz grampas. “Do you like my virgin boy hole, Grampas?” I dropped my face to the marble floor and used both hands now to fully spread out my glutes and exhibit my pretty virgin shitter to them. I wanted my Grampas to explode with desire in a super safe way. “Fuck! Look at him! My grandson is a fucking pig slut exposing his tight cunt to his horny poz grandfather,” Grampa Zeke cried out as he jacked off frantically. Grampa Donovan knew that Grampa Zeke was about to blow his load thanks to my disgusting and seductive narration. “He really is your flesh and blood, you old dirty poz whore. He’s a filthy little cock tease,” Donovan said to Grampa. Quickly, Donovan knelt down, took his husband’s penis into his mouth, and let Grampa Zeke fire off ropes of his old poz semen into his open gullet. The cries from Grampa Zeke were so loud I thought he might be in pain, but that soon turned into laughter as he pushed Grampa Donovan off his cock. Donovan then walked over to me, lifted me up like I was a lightweight doll and placed me on the cold marble counter top. Grabbing a hold of my hard boy cock with one hand, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and forced his face to mine, pressing his lips against mine. I gasped and with my mouth open, he spat my Grampa Zeke’s ripe poz seed into my mouth. The grandfatherly cum slipped past my tongue and slid down my throat against my will. Still stroking my cock, it didn’t take Donovan long to make me ejaculate my young sperm with the knowledge that my Grampa’s seed was now part of me, something I had dreamt of for years. Except, I never thought of swallowing his poz load. “You see, Mikey,” Donovan panted and growled as he bent to lick up his husband’s grandson’s semen from my belly, ”that wasn’t incest either. I’m the one that sucked your biological Grampa’s amazing cock and then fed his seed and your shared DNA to you. You two did not have sex together. The familial bond was left pure and unbroken but made stronger. Haha. I predict that, before the event is over today, you’ll be snowballing many many more loads of delicious poz seed from our lips, including ours.” I lay back on the cool marble counter, feeling a kind of disgust and shame creep over me as the orgasm subsided. Wasn’t this partially incest? And was swallowing delicious poz seed really okay for a non-poz boy like me? Grampa Zeke got off his chair and came over to me and stroked my face tenderly. He bent down and kissed me. His kissing was soft and sensuous, nothing like the brutal French kiss Donovan gave me. “I made you cum, didn’t I, Grampa? Swallowing poz cum is ok, right Grampa?” I whispered to him between kisses. He didn’t reply but just groaned in my mouth as our tongues touched and his mustache ground against my smooth face. Just then, I felt my legs being lifted and with my Grandfather’s lips on mine moving back and forth like a tickle and making me hard again. At the other end of my body, Donovan noisily spat the remnants of my Grampa’s poz seed onto my butt cheeks and I felt him massage the cum-saliva goo into my crack and on my my sweaty asslips with his calloused fingers. “Don’t worry Mikey, this is safe and totally incest free,” Donovan chuckled with a sinister Vincent Price voice while he pushed his thumbs inside me and stretched out my virgin hole so much that it hurt. “Gentlemen, what the holy fuck is going on here?” a brusque voice like a drill sergeant echoed in the room and instantly shattered the dreamlike state we were in. “The men arrive in two hours and we need to set up the sex garage. Let’s get to work!” The sound of a whip slapping flesh was followed by my Grampa Zeke yelping and withdrawing from me. I lifted my head to see both my poz Grampas stand up immediately and stuff their meat back into their jockstraps. The leather clad chauffeur from earlier walked over to me as I lay draped naked like a sacrificial lamb on the marble counter. “Well, well, well….Buttboy4older, you work fast” he chortled as he shook his head with disgust and traced his leather whip across my face and down to my cock and balls. I was scared. “I guess you are a slutty little pig just like your dirty old poz grampas. What incredible filth this ‘family’ is. Now get up and help us get ready! The Toxic Trolls are coming!”

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

Chapter 6 - Ethan's choice Ethan say at the edge of the bed, mesmerized by the amateur porn playing. He had been sitting there without touching himself for 3 videos. Cherry popping videos of a black twink, an Asian twink, and Latino chocolate. Ethan was drooling from his mouth and his dick. He didn't hear Jake walk back in until he grabbed his shoulder. J: I see that you are enjoying my little operation here. I specialize in stupid boys becoming cum whores. I want you on all fours Now! Jake slapped Ethan to wake him up from his daze. J: I said now! He slapped the boy's ass as he got into position. Jake got between the boy's legs and dived right down eating his hole out. The boy moaned, loving how it felt. Just then, 2 men walk up, one white and one black. Both looked to be early to mid 40's withavaerage build. Jake introduces them as Eric and Erik. He says both are packing over 9 inches and he gets to pick which one for the final scene of the day. They both were shirtless and in nothing but boxer briefs. Ethan looked back and forth at each of the bulges trying to make the impossible decision. Jake slides a chunk of t right up Ethans hole and holds his legs as the t dissolves. Ethan's mind goes into messed up territory again. They both take their underwear off. The two men look to be the same size soft about 6 inches. Ethan has a moment of memory to his earlier fucks and decided to go with the smaller of the two dicks. Ethan blurts out the white, I can't take that black monster. They all just laugh as black Erik leaves the room and white Eric walks to a near by table. He comes back with a kit and hands it to Jake. Ethan I then walked back to the sling and fastened in. Ethan looks over to Jake who is preparing a syringe with a powder and some water. Eric walks over to Ethans left side and pushes his flaccid dick into ethans mouth. Er: that's right bitch. You picked the winner. We both have big dicks but mine is the longest and thickest you stupid boy. As he is talking, the white dick is growing in ethans mouth. Ethan mouth is slowly fucked as his mouth feels smaller and smaller. It is all that Ethan can do to not suffocate with the white snake being pushed in his throat. The boy remembers his earlier training and uses all his night to keep his mouth open and teeth covered. Eric pulls his monster out of Ethan's throat covered in spit. Ethan gazes at the 11 inches cock that was choking him. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was the thickest dick he had ever seen or imagined. It had to be as thick as a beer can. Jake pulls up to Ethans right side with his kit. the right arm is released. Eric puts a bottle of poppers under the boy's nose and demands 3 good sniffs each nostril. Ethan is spinning while a tourniquet is placed on his right arm. Ethan is too ducked up to see his first point enter his virgin arm, or see it register, or plunged all the way in. Ethan was told to hold up his arm as the tourniquet was released. Coughing. Uncontrollable coughing from the milky white specimen in the sling. His arm is fastened to the sling while he begins to feel on fire with heat. Jake and Eric hit each other and the get an evil grin on their faces. Eric goes back to feeding his dick to the horny fuck demon that was just born. Jake lubes up 3 fingers and slams them into the boys hole.little to no resistance, good. He then coats his 3 fingers in t dust and slams then back in. The boys squirms but is still held in place. Jake ducks the boy with his fingers while he drools on the 11 inch monster attacking his throat. Jake adds another finger. 4 digits are now opening the boys up. Again, the 4 fingers are covered in dust and reinsert. The boys just moans. the 2 men just laugh as Jake pushes in all 5 fingers. There is resistance at the knuckles. The boy gets agitated. Eric puts the poppers under the boy's nose and demands 3 good sniffs. On the 3rd, Jake pushes his fist forward and it disappears into the boys willing hole. Jake opens his fist inside the hole and the boy starts meeting about trying to get free to no avail. The first is pulled out to the knuckles and again pushed in. J: okay baby, it's time for your life to change. Eric pulls his dick out of Ethan and moves between his legs. Jake grabs a hand held cam to get the boy's facial reaction. Et: please stop I can't take anymore. that's way too big. I'm not even gay. I'm not even gay! Jake pushes his hard dick to Ethan's mouth. Ethan opens his mouth and starts sucking like it what he was born to do. The men just laugh. J: stupid boy, you love'n every min of this. Er: it's ok baby, I take it real slow for the newbies. Eric grabs Ethan's hard dick and rubs his head as he rubs his own head against the boy hole. With nothing but the throat slime already on his dick, Eric slams his 11 inches into the boy. Ethan screams are hampered by Jake's dick in his throat. Only a gurgling sound makes it out of the boy. His face full of tears Er: see that's not so bad, is it baby? Eric pulls out almost completely and then smacks it back in the boy. He keeps up the long dicking until the boy relaxed a bit. Then he picks up the rhythm. All that can be heard in the room (aside from the background porn) is Eric's balls slapping against Boy ass and the gurgling around Jake's dick. After the all the crying, Jake pulls his dick out and the boy is moaning. For 20 minutes his moans are echoing in the room. Er: I'm close J: not just yet

I’ve never sucked cock to keep a job, but I did suck my boss off for the fun of it. I used to do overnight security at Amazon, and one night I was bored and horny and ended up cruising jackd and grindr just to see what I see - my boss ends up messaging me, he had just a mouth and chest pic on his profile but I can pretty much tell who it was. We end up flirting for a little bit, and decided to meet in a bathroom on the side of the warehouse that’s usually empty that time of night. I get to the bathroom with him, and I was so horny immediately get on my knees and start playing with his dick. He must’ve not came in a while because he came within 5-10 minutes of me sucking him and he came A LOT. I couldn’t even swallow all of it and a big glob fell on my shirt. Lol Luckily our uniforms were white polo shirts so it wasn’t so obvious that I had just let another man cum in my mouth. Later on after work he came by my house and gave me a good fucking as well - Just what my slutty ass needed. That would be the first time we hooked up in that bathroom but definitely not the last