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I finished my work and then went to class later that morning. I still had the taste of the Professor in my mouth. On my way back from one of my classes I took a detour to the bathroom in the basement. As I walked in there were two guys at the urinal, one older man probably staff and another student around my age. The older man looked at me as I walked in and he smiled. He was around 5'9 thin around 160 lbs with an earring. I went into the stall and sat down. One person left and the other guy at the urinal sounded like he came into the stall. He removed the toilet dispenser on his side and tried to push on my end. I paused as I didn't know if I wanted to open it as he saw my face. He pushed another time and I relented and removed it. He pushed his cock thru. For a smaller man he had a nice cock. It was a good 8" and fairly thick. I leaned in and took him in my mouth. He moaned. "Hmmm I saw you look at my cock when you walked in. I knew you wanted it" he said pushing thru the partition. I didn't say anything and kept sucking his cock. I licked and deep throated it. He moaned and started to fuck my mouth. I licked his head sucking him. "Ohh fuck boy your throat feels like pussy" he moaned "Why don't you pull down those short boy shorts you got on teasing all of us and put your cunt at the hole so I can properly breed you" he said Wow he saw my shorts. He was right they were a little on the shorter side today. Even the Professor looked me over a few times at work. "No sorry on bj" I said "Fucking tease" he said I sucked him more and he kept moaning. After a few minutes he moaned loudly and then shot a huge load of 7-8 spurts of hot cum in my mouth. I swirled on it tasting his ball honey and lathered his cock in it and swallowed as he kept cumming. After sucking him for a good minute after he same he started to shake and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. I swallowed the residual cum in my mouth. "If you ever want a good fuck boy let me know. I am down here once a day normally around this time. I bet you have a nice warm puss" he said as he zipped up. He left the stall and walked out. I looked down at my cock and it was hard. I squeezed it and rubbed it. I waited for 5 minutes and no one came in so I decided to leave and get to my next class which started in 15 minutes. As I was sitting in my last class of the day I got a text. R- how are you doing boy? D- Good Daddy R- You go to the bathroom today and service some men? D- Yes Daddy I did. I gave one guy a bj. I also gave Professor Post a bj too at work. R- Good boy. Where are you now? D- In class R- After class I want you to go back to the bathroom and give at least two guys a bj. Take a pic of each guys cum in your mouth and send it to me. D- Yes Daddy I suddenly got hard. I loved how he ordered me to do things. After class ended, I quickly walked back to the bathroom. As I walked down the stairwell an older man was coming up and looked at me. We smiled at each other and could feel him look me up while he was walking up the stairs. He was handsome in his early 50's, very slim, 5'10", maybe 150 lbs, salt and pepper hair with a short buzz cut and an earring with jeans shorts and tight shirt. I felt him turn around and look at me as I walked down. I was wearing my usual running shorts which are 3" inseam but these seemed a bit shorter or tighter. It made me feel kind of sexy and also self conscious. As I walked down the stairs I pulled it down more. I walked to the bathroom and went into the stall. There was someone already in there. As I sat down he pulled off the dispenser and I did the same. I heard him pull down his zipper and put thru his cock. It was nice and thick a good 7". He smelled a little rank like he may have been homeless but not too the point where he hasn't bathed in months. I leaned in and started sucking his cock. He started to moan and started to push his cock thru the hole. I sucked him and licked him. I also used my hand to hold the part that fit thru. He moved a bit closer to the panel to get more of his cock thru the hole. I kept licking and sucking and using my hand. He didn't last long. After maybe sucking his cock for on a few minutes he started to moan loudly. "Here is comes bitch" he moaned He erupted in my mouth 7-8 huge spurts of hot cum. His cum was thick and salty. I swallowed quickly as the volume of cum was a lot. I kept sucking him and until he pulled back. "Thank you that was amazing" he said. He zipped up and grabbed his bag, used the sink and then he left. Right after he left another guy walked in. He came buy my stall and looked in. It was the older man I saw leaving while I was walking down. He pulled out the dispenser, unzipped his shorts and stuck thru a huge 8" thick cock. "I knew you were coming down here for cock. I could smell you. Suck it boy" he said I opened my mouth and sucked him. He moaned and started to push it further into my mouth. He was already leaking precum and I sucked it up and tasted him. I kept pushing in and out thru the hole. Then in one motion he pulled it back out completely. "Beg for my cock bitch. I know you want it" he said I paused. I waited for him to put it back. I didn't think I had to beg a guy to suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth. "Ok no begging no cock" he said as I heard him put his cock back in his shorts and zipper up. I broke. "Please let me such your cock" I said in a quick blurt. "Say it again" he said "Please let me suck your cock please" I said in a begging tone "Good boy" he said pulling out his cock and pushing it thru the hole. I sucked him and grabbed his cock and worked him. "Damn boy you are hungry for cock aren't you. " he said I just moaned back sucking on him wanting his cock in my mouth and wanting him to cum. I worked him with my hands, mouth and tongue. He was moaning and breathing harder. I could feel him starting to tense up. Then without warning again he pulled his cock back thru the hole. "Beg for my cum bitch. I know you want my cum, you need my cum. Your a cum whore" he said I did want his cum. He tasted so good. "Yes please I want your cum" I said "Why dont you let me and I will fuck your pussy. You have a pussy don't you boy. I bet a nice tight one." he said taunting me "Sorry I am here only to suck cock" I said "You sure, showing off your ass like that in those shorts. Your ass is so tight and fine. I will show you a good time." he said "No thank you. I am just here to suck cock. Can I please have your cum in my mouth" I said He shoved his cock thru the hole again and I sucked him down. After a minute he started to moan again and came in my mouth. Another huge load of 7-8 spurts of hot cum like he had not cum in a while. I swallowed and kept sucking on his cock. It stayed hard for a while after he came and his cock kept leaking cum into my mouth. He finally pulled back. I luckily remembered to take a pic of his cum in my mouth of what was left. I swallowed it after taking the pic and sent it to Rick. R- Good boy. Taste good? D- Yes Daddy The guy next door zipped up. He came over to my stall and peeked thru and said, "If you ever need a good fuck I am here at least a few times a week in the afternoon. I know you want it in your pussy. I will make you feel really good" he said "Thank you" I said He left. I waited 5 minutes and no one came after that so I left.

I got to work around 7:15 am. The Professor was in the office already. I said good morning and went to the back of the office to my desk. After about 5 minutes the Professor came back to my desk. He was as usual wearing his cycling shorts but these seemed a little tighter and thinner and were silver colored. I looked at his face then couldn't help myself look down at his huge cock which was hard and protruding thru the thin fabric. I didn't ask, I just reached out and touched it, teasing the outline and rubbing it. As it got harder, I pulled down his shorts and it sprang out. I leaned in and inhaled his musk and kissed the tip of his head and licked the precum that was coming out of his meat. "You taste and smell so good" I said then leaned in and started sucking his cock, licking it, kissing it while occasionally looking up at him. He was looking down grinning at me and not saying a word. I started taking him deeper into my mouth lathering his thick meat with my spit and then easing it into my throat. He moaned and leaned his head back. I got most of him down my throat taking my time as not to gag on his girth and length. At one point most of his cock was in my mouth and throat. I held it in my throat and felt his cock spasm a little. I knew he was close even though I had only been sucking him for a while. I slowly pulled back and then took him back into my throat slowly working his cock. Then I would bring it out to my mouth and swirl his head and suck on it. I repeated this several times over placing him down my throat and doing short slow strokes of his cock in my throat, then bringing his head back to my mouth, while my hands were working his balls and also playing with his nipples. He was breathing hard now. It was hot to do this to him. After a few more minutes I started to feel him tense and spasm, I quickly pulled him out of my throat and he erupted in my mouth. A huge load of hot cum of 6-7 spurts of his sweet salty load shot into my mouth. I savored it and bathed his cock in it while tasting him. He tasted so good. I had to swallow as he kept cumming in my mouth with some dribbling out. I then used my hand a bit to stroke his length while keeping a part of his cock in my mouth teasing his head, while my other hand focused on his balls trying to milk him of all his cream. After a minute he started to shiver I slowly pulled back off his semihard cock. It flopped out of my mouth. I opened my mouth showing him some of the cum that was left in my mouth, closed it and swallowed. I leaned in to smell his crotch and softly kissed his gorgeous cock. Then I pulled up his shorts. His cock still looked hot in the shorts even semi hard and kissed it again thru his shorts. He rubbed my hair and then pulled me up and kissed me deeply, our tongues ravishing each other and his hand massaging my cock under my shorts and his other hand on my ass under my u/w playing with the plug making me moan into his mouth. He pulled up his hand that was on my cock and it was covered in precum leak. I guess just giving him a bj made my cock leak. He put his fingers covered in my leak in my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean and then he leaned in and kissed me and he tasted my leak. He pulled back and smiled at me. It was a warm nice content smile. The door opened and the secretary came in (heard her heels and smelled her perfume). He kissed me on my lips again softly and walked away. I sat down with my cock hard and leaking more. It was an intense experience that just happened even though it was just a bj. It was one time where I felt a little in control of him and the scene. He was in so much pleasure and I felt he was like warm puddy in my hands. I also felt very submissive to him as the bottom man giving him pleasure. He just had to stand there and let me worship his gorgeous cock and body and it was my job to give him an intense orgasm. It felt strangely fulfilling. And in an odd way it made me feel sexy. I am starting to learn as the "bottom" in things that it is in my role. It also arousing to please him. Not to mention he tasted really good. So I guess I got something out of it too as I sit here with a hard cock that is leaking and plug that is pushing against my prostate making it worse. How lucky I am.

Part 2: The Hunter and the Prey (bunny) - Sling catch The humid air of the sauna hall wraps around me, a smell of chlorine and sweat. On my bare feet, I slowly walk over the wet tiles. I can feel the heat of desire around me. Some music is playing, a beat that vibrates through the tiled floor, up my bare feet and into my chest. Or is it my heart ? Pumping from excitement and nervousness. My yellow jock, a vibrant splash of color against my pale skin, feels tight around my body . But I'm not the only one... Men, some in towels, some in jocks of various colors, their bodies glistening under the lights , sweating, hunting, or being hunted. The guys wearing collared jocks all wear different ones. I see blue, red, green, and so on... But no one has the same color as each other . We all seem to wear a daring invitation to the guys wearing white towels -an invitation to play when you find a matching egg. They are gazing at us, gazing at me... My eyes dart around, taking in the men around me, laughing, cruising, disappearing into darker corners, into saunas, whirlpools, and pools. The cheers , the grunts, the unapologetic sensuality of it all give me a thrilling, almost overwhelming rush. Wherever I watch, I can see face-colored eggs laying around, ready to grab. I can see my own yellow color too, in some places. They are even floating in the whirlpool . So ... I guess more guys can match with me? Who will be the first one to grab it? Who will match himself with me? Photo walking in the sauna I wander deeper into the building, each hallway and room revealing a new place of desire. A steam room hisses as I watch into it through the open glass doors. I can see bodies pressed against each other , sounds of desire and pleasure. There are dark rooms, relax rooms, you name it. My breath itches in my throat from the scent of the steamy saunas , a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut. I can feel eyes on me, tracing the curve of my ass through the thin yellow fabric, lingering on the slight bulge of my cock. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I walk on. A hand, warm and firm, suddenly stops me, holding me at my belly. I flinch and glance at the guy on my left, who is blocking my path, my gaze locking with a pair of intense, emerald green eyes. He stands there, almost chilling against the wall, smiling at me. He is a towering presence. Red, curly hair, a strong face with a trimmed red beard accentuating a strong jaw. A golden necklace with a scorpion pendant gleams against his white-reddish skin ; it rests on his massive chest. His nipples look like knots, pointing a bit downward from his muscular chest, and right under it, a six- pack. Huge and strong muscular arms, his right one covered in tattoos. He is wearing a white towel, low around his waist. He's massive, a wall of muscular and hard flesh. "Lost, little bunny?" His voice is a low rumble, his gaze locked on me. "Looks like I found my Easter treat. You're matching, kid," while he holds a yellow plastic egg in the air, right in front of my face . That means we will play... he laughs. His gaze drops to my jockstrap, then back up to my eyes, with a smirk on his lips. His fingers brush my hips. His hand and fingers feel warm and tender. I almost can't speak a word, but I manage to stumble ... "Just... exploring." He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound, still keeping his hand on my hip. "Exploring, are we?" His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of my belly, a feather-light touch that makes my nipples harden. "I can show you a few places to explore -places you might like." He lifts the yellow egg, twirling it between his fingers. "This means you're mine to play with now, doesn't it?" My heart is pounding against my ribs. *Mine.* That word sounds primal, like the hunter has caught me as his prey..... I am the prey!?!? I am feeling both terrified and exhilarated . "I... I guess so , " I stutter out , still impressed by the huge muscular guy. His smirk widens, predatory and alluring. "Good boy." He taps my underbelly, a possessive gesture. "I'm James." His fingers remain on my underbelly and hip. It feels rough and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. I can see his golden scorpion pendant swinging slightly as he leans in, bending over to me. His mouth and face are next to mine, his breath warm against my neck and ear. He whispers, "And I'm gonna show you what a real Easter hunt feels like." "Luke." I stumble as the words escape my lips softly. "Okay..."..... I can feel my cock jump a bit in my jock. His breath is hot against my ear, and his beard scratches my cheek. My knees feel weak. "Luke." He savors my name, letting it roll off his tongue. "Come with me, Luke. I know just the place for a curious little bunny like you." He doesn't wait for a response, grabs my hand, and turns, pulling me gently but firmly behind him. His towel shifts, revealing a glimpse of massive, muscular thighs-ridged with veins. For a second, I forget how to breathe while he pulls me through the hallway and the crowd. I follow, a willing lamb to the slaughter, my body already buzzing with anticipation. We weave through the crowd, James's broad shoulders parting the sea of men. He leads me down a dimly lit corridor, away from the pulsating heart of the main hall. The music softens, replaced by a symphony of grunts, moans, and the rhythmic creak of ropes. A new scent fills the air: leather, sweat, and something musky, primal. My eyes adjust to the gloom, and I see a series of rooms-leather curtains serving as doors to each of them. James pulls me into one, stepping inside ahead of me. It's dark, barely lit, but larger than I expected. The sounds intensify as we walk in. A sharp crack, a yelp, then a guttural moan. My eyes widen as they adjust to the poor light. There are hanging leather slings all around . I glimpse a tattooed Latin man, his back glistening with sweat, thrusting furiously into a pale, smooth-skinned guy lying in a leather sling. The guy in the sling is moaning, his legs spread wide, held in place by the sling, his ass a bruised red. "Fuck me, daddy! Breed me! Fill me with your poz load!" The words, raw and desperate, slice through the air, clear and unmistakable. The Latin guy grunts, his hips pumping harder, a wet, sloppy sound with each thrust. A shiver, a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, shoots through me. That guy is begging for this fuck ; he is begging for his load... a so-called *Poz load*. The words hang in the air, a dark, alluring whisper, unsure of what they mean, while James stands close to me. Almost automatically, I grab around his waist, both scared and aroused by what I am seeing. That guy around my age is getting fucked hard and willingly . My cock twitches in my jockstrap ; my mouth suddenly dry. Photo Luke and James He glances at the guys fucking in the sling, then back at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as I hold on to him, my jock pressed tight against his leg. His fingers trace the waistband of my jock, teasingly sensitive on my skin. "You like watching, Luke?" His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the wet slap of skin beside us. "I can feel your cock getting hard. It is pressing against my leg , " while he grins at me. "Tell me-does it make your hole clench?" His thumb hooks under the elastic of my jock, his fingers slowly guiding and exploring inside. I can feel his warm fingers on my bare ass. I swallow hard, my eyes darting between James's intense stare and the brutal rhythm of the Latin guy's hips. "I-" A particularly loud moan cuts me off, the younger guy arching as his ass takes every inch. "I've never... done that," I admit, breathless. The confession feels heavy, as if I am revealing a secret. He keeps his fingers on my jocks waistband, teasing, playing with it. "Virgin," he murmurs, not asking but repeating as if it were a revelation. His gaze darkens, pupils blown wide. The scorpion pendant on his necklace glitters as he comes closer. "You picked a hell of a place to lose it, bunny." His chuckle is rough, approving. In the meanwhile, he slowly guides me toward an empty sling. I can feel the cold leather sling bouncing against me as he guides me into place. The cold metal chains on the ceiling make a sound as soon as I touch the leather sling. "Watch them," he orders, nodding at the Latin guy and the white boy fucking right in the sling next to us. The Latin man is fucking his boy with brutal precision. "See how he takes it? How he *wants* it?" His hands find my hips, kneading. "That could be you." James's fingers hook into my jockstrap, peeling it down slowly. Cool air hits my exposed skin, making me shiver. My ass is getting exposed, my cock a bit hard, popping out and free. James lets my jock fall to the ground and gestures me to step out of it, as I do. "Tell me, Luke," he murmurs, lips grazing my ear, "do you want a fuck like that? Hard? Limitless?" His tongue licks my lobe. "I'll start gentle... but I won't stay gentle." The leather creaks beneath me as James pulls me up in the sling. My legs spread instinctively, exposing everything. My gaze flicks between James-his massive chest looming over me-and the Latin guy still pounding into his boy. The raw sounds, their sweat dripping onto leather, the way the younger guy's toes curl. It 's hypnotic. The Latin guy pulls out completely , his cock glistening, thick veins pulsing, his balls tight. The boy whimpers, his hole twitching empty for just a second before that slick, swollen cock slams back inside him. The impact echoes... wet... brutal... The boy screams, his back arching off the sling. My own cock aches, untouched. "I-I want it," I whimper . The surrender sends a shiver down my spine. But this is what I was craving - a fuck like that boy. No thinking, no holding back, no shame, just intense pleasure... My fingers dig into the leather sling beneath me, my legs spread wider instinctively. I lift my legs and hook my feet into the leather supports. The leather straps feel cold but gentle on my skin as I lean back, my ass free and up in the air, my body open, vulnerable. The sensation is strange, exhilarating. My blond curly hair brushes against the cool leather of the backrest. James steps closer, his eyes scanning over my exposed body. My chest, smooth and hairless ; my stomach, flat and tight ; my shaven pubes ; my semi-hard cock. My ass, round and tight, is presented to him, an invitation for his pleasure. He reaches out, his rough hands softly brushing and exploring over my body , mapping my body like a territory to conquer. His thumbs circle my nipples until they get hard. His fingers trail down my trembling stomach to the inner side of my groin. He touches me, grabbing my balls and hardening cock, while his thumb touches my hole. My body is trembling with a mixture of nerves and raw desire , his eyes full of lust. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval as his fingers trace the curves of my ass. His other hand is at my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Spread out like a fucking present just for me." His thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he leans down, his beard scratching against my jaw as he starts to kiss me. His lips and tongue feel warm. His tongue enters my mouth, caught in a wrestle with mine. The golden scorpion pendant swings between us, cool metal brushing my chest. a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. His kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. His tongue feels so damn good. I feel the scratch of his beard against my skin. I can only gasp into it, my hands gripping the leather sling from Extase . His scent, spicy, musk, and something darker as I inhale. I kiss him back intensely , his warm muscular body almost pressed against me while he stands there bent over me. I can feel his towel still wrapped around his hips against my thighs , his cock swelling insistently against us , pushing hot and thick through the fabric. My stomach tightens, my own cock twitching in response. I need this. After a few minutes, he pulls back from the kiss just enough to let me catch my breath. It feels like hours, and I really want to keep doing this. I can hear his own breath in my ear before he kisses it gently. His lips trail down by my ear to my jaw. My lips open, ready to take another deep kiss, but instead, he slowly works his way down my throat . His teeth graze the hollow of my collarbone as his hands run over my naked body. They roam lower, fingers tracing the dip of my waist before gripping my hips dominantly . " I am gonna taste every inch of you," he growls against my skin, the words vibrating through me as his tongue flicks over a nipple, teasing it. They get hard and wet, peeking between his soft lips. He nibbles softly on them before moving lower and lower , his beard scratching a path down my trembling stomach. The scorpion pendant swings between us, cool gold brushing my skin as he sinks to his knees, his breath hot against my inner thighs, followed by his warm tongue and lips. My fingers tangle in his red curls almost instinctively. His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me open with deliberate slowness, exposing my hole to the humid air. I can feel his warm breath against it ; he is watching it. After some seconds, I feel a first slow swipe of his tongue ; it is experimental, a teasing lick over my twitching hole that makes my whole body jump. "Christ, you're tight," he murmurs against me, his voice rough with hunger before diving in again, this time firmer, wetter, his tongue working me open in slow, deliberate circles pressed against my tight hole , his beard scratching over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation is almost electric ; it's overwhelming ...and I arch off the sling with a choked moan Every lick of his tongue feels like heaven and ecstasy . It tickles , it scratches, it is warm and wet. I can only moan. My fingers twist in the leather straps as his tongue delves deeper. It feels restless, wet, insistent, relentless. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his beard against my thighs, the obscene sounds of him *devouring* me... he is eating my hole... it's too much and not enough all at once. My cock is dripping onto my stomach, untouched, as he groans against my hole. The vibration sends another shockwave through me. "Fuck, James-" I spill out, unbidden, my voice wrecked already. In the meantime, the Latin guy's rhythmic grunts beside me, fucking the other boy, fade away; there's only this-only James's tongue licking and almost digging into my tight hole, like he's starving for it. I'm only focused on this. James pulls back, leaving my hole wet and itchy , clenching tight in response to the colder air. In that moment , my head spins . I want more of this, more of him. After a few seconds, he spits directly onto my twitching hole, the slick coolness a contrast to the heat of his mouth before. My hole is so wet that I can feel his spit dripping down my ass. He licks it up greedily, his beard rough against my cheeks. My toes curl and my legs tremble as he hums approvingly, watching my boy hole. The sound vibrates through me. "Sweetest fucking bunny," he mutters against my skin before diving back in, his nose pressing against my balls as his tongue pushes back on my hole . He starts to fuck me with it. I feel his tongue slowly sliding in deeper, while my hole is wet and willing. It is opening for him. The sling creaks under my squirming, my back arching off the leather as the feeling of pleasure tightens in my gut. Is this what it's like to be used? To be rimmed? It almost feels like a god working on my hole. He knows what he is doing ; he has pleased hundreds of guys before, I can feel it. And he is that damn good at it... and I ... I am a willing virgin, willing to be pleasured, willing for him! His tongue is relentless, flattening and licking against my hole before he points it to work it in again, his tongue pushing deeper each time, like he's mapping me from the inside. A whimper escapes my mouth when he suddenly sucks on my hole ; the pressure makes my cock leak onto my stomach. "Please....." I moan out loud , not even knowing what I'm begging for. I don't want this to end ever ; I want more... The heat of James's mouth is almost unbearable, the wet sounds of his tongue working me open and my moans echo louder than the moans and grunts around us. His beard scratches my inner thighs ; the rough sensation is in contrast with the slick heat of his tongue pushing insistently inside me. My fingers twist in the leather straps of the sling, my knuckles white as the pleasure is almost too overwhelming. When his lips seal around my hole again and he starts to suck again, my back arches off the sling, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. "Fuck, James.... please ... more...." The words are raw, desperate, my hips rocking against his face instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. His fingers are digging into my thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Suddenly, he withdraws with a wet pop ; my hole is sucked out, squeezing tight as soon as his mouth leaves my entrance . His lips are glistening as he gazes deeply into my eyes, still down on his knees. "Still tight," he growls, dragging his thumb over my wet, rimmed hole, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Gonna change that , " he smirks with a dark sound as he spits again, right onto his middle finger, before circling around my sphincter slowly. "Breathe out, Luke," he orders. I don't really know what to expect or what he wants, but I do as I'm told, and the second I do, he pushes his middle finger in to the knuckle without warning. My eyes widen; I can feel a sharp pain pushing up my tight hole, the stretch... His warm finger brings a feeling of being somehow filled... his finger reaches deeper than his tongue could ever go. My gasp echoes off the walls. "Fuck ... " I moan out while my whole body contracts uncontrollably, my sphincter clamping instinctively around his finger. "There we go," he murmurs, twisting his finger inside me with ruthless precision. My gasp is sharp ; I can feel him inside me as he crooks his finger, dragging against that spot... my prostate... It almost feels like electricity is shooting up my spine. "There it is," he growls, watching my cock jump against my stomach. I moan loudly as he keeps applying pressure. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his dark eyes watching me as he pulls his big cock out of his boy with a wet pop. Some wet blobs, probably mixed ass fluid, cum, and I don't know what else , fall down on the floor as soon as the Latin guy's cock gets out of the boy's hole. "Found yourself a moaner, eh?" he taunts, his accent thick as he guides his cock to the younger man's head. His slick-covered cock pushes against the boy's mouth, demanding he open up, as he does , forcing him to taste his own wet hole on the guy's dick. James just smirks, never taking his eyes off me as his finger curls inside me, stretching me wider. "Oh, he's more than that," he rumbles, adding a second finger beside the first. I can feel my sphincter burn as he builds up the pressure for his second finger. It makes me whimper. "He's a virgin." The Latin guy whistles low, his hips thrusting into his boy's mouth. "Lucky bastard," he mutters before getting his attention back on his own younger guy, forcing him to swallow his cock deep. At the same time, my sphincter breaks in, his second finger slowly entering me deep. I moan loud again. I can feel how he is stretching my hole , scissoring me with his fingers dug deep inside me. My hips jerk instinctively away from the stretch, then back toward his fingers as the sling is correcting my moves. A pleasure of pain mixed with an overwhelming sensation. James's fingers twist inside me, pressing against my prostate again . I cry out, "Fuckkkk ... " my cock twitching against my stomach. Next to me, the Latin guy groans, his hips slapping forward as his boy is gagging around his cock. The sounds, the smells, the way James's fingers are moving inside me. I can only cry and moan. The pleasure and pain are intense. He is opening me up, but I'm just still too tight. It 's almost too much. I can feel my hole flutter around his fingers, my body betraying me by accepting his fingers in me, trying to resist it. "James-" I spill his name from my lips, almost like a trembling prayer, my voice wrecked already. Everyone can hear my intense feeling, my pain, my desire for more, but the limitation of my still tight, too -dry hole. The Latin guy reaches over, his rough fingers brushing through my sweat-damp blond curls in an almost soothing gesture. "Breathe, pequeño," he murmurs, his accent thick and his voice low, as his thumb strokes my forehead . His touch is oddly grounding, a contrast to the ruthless stretch of James's fingers inside me. I huff... trying to endure it all , to let the feeling of pleasure get the upper hand . "He's prepping you good, so you will be ready to take his cock, " he adds, nodding at James. James growls in agreement, his fingers scissoring wider. I can feel it burn inside me, stretching, curling his fingers inside me before he presses my prostate again. My back arches off the sling, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, fuck" I choke out.... my cock dripping onto my stomach untouched. The Latin guy chuckles, his fingers tightening in my hair. "You like that, eh?" He grins. "Wait till he's balls-deep." James growls again, his fingers scissoring and pusnhing deeper inside me, stretching me relentlessly. his fingers moving in and a bit out. The burn is sharp, but the way his thumb brushes my perineum sends sparks through me. he is moving faster and faster, in and out, but Always the tip of his finger in me. i wimp.... it burns.. i siss out. fuck..... James leans down, wile i can feel his fingers puled out of my thight hole. His fingers slide out of me with a wet sound, leaving my hole clenching around nothing my hole burns, almost like its on fire, feeling empty, feeling like i want him back in me. his tongue replaces his fingers for a moment. hot and wet against my stretched hole. licking me, his tounge fucking deep, before he pulls back again, his beard glistening with spit. "Need more lube," he growls, his gaze flicking to the younger guy’s puffy wet hole next to us. The Latin guy smirks, " The first time is always the hardest and tightest, " nodding in understanding. With his rough hands, he yanks the boy's hips higher. He grabs the boy's ass cheeks, spreading him wide open to expose the slick mess of his well-used hole. It is glistening with spit, cum, and sweat. "Use this," he offers, his thumb pressing next to the boy's stretched and puffy hole. I can see James's gaze, watching the boy's hole. Before I can protest, he reaches over to the Latin guy's boy, almost without hesitation, pressing two thick fingers into the boy's stretched, slick hole with a wet squelch. The boy moans loudly , his hole twitching around James's fingers, his back arching, as James pushes his fingers deep, almost scraping and twitching inside him. His hole is leaking thick, milky fluids. I guess a mix of spit, ass fluids, and cum... cum from the Latin top and who knows what more? I can see James pushing and turning his fingers inside, while the boy's hole keeps leaking. After a few pushes, the boy moans really hard, his back arching, as James pulls his fingers out, dripping and scraping all the fluids. The boy's legs tremble as James collects the mix of lube, spit, and cum, swiping his fingers through the slick mess dripping from the boy's stretched hole. The guy whimpers, but at the same time, the Latin guy pushes his cock deep into his mouth to shut him up. Photo of the boy in the sling "Fuck, that's wet," James mutters, his voice rough with approval before dragging those slick fingers back to my hole, pressing them inside me with a slow, deliberate twist. "Better than spit," he rumbles as he watches my face while his fingers sink to the knuckle deep into my hole, twisting ruthlessly. The added wetness eases the stretch just enough, still tight, still burning, but now with a slick heat that makes my toes curl. James's fingers are twisting inside me again, rubbing firmly against my prostate. "Fuck-!" I arch off the sling, my cock pulsing against my stomach. "James, please-" My voice cracks, my hips jerking uncontrollably. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore... just more... James watches my reaction with dark satisfaction, his fingers twisting, scissoring wider inside, stretching me. His other hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread wide as he leans down to lick a stripe up my cock, the sudden wet heat making me jerk. "Tastes like anticipation," he murmurs against my skin before swallowing me down to the root in one smooth motion. My back bows off the sling as pleasure crashes through me, his mouth hot and tight around my cock while his fingers press relentlessly against that sweet spot inside me. Slowly he pulls back, till my cock plops out of his mouth. At the same time, he pulls his fingers out of my hole, dripping and wet. He smears the slick mess directly over my own twitching hole. "There," James murmurs, rubbing it in with rough circles. "Now you're lubed." His fingers reach back to the Latin guy's boy, whose hole is still dripping and twitching from being used. James pushes his two fingers back inside the boy's stretched, messy hole with a wet squelch, making him jolt in his sling with a muffled scream around the Latin guy's cock. The boy's thighs tremble as James fingers him deep and rough, collecting another thick smear of mixed ass fluids, lube, and cum before pulling out with a slick pop. "Open up, Luke," James orders, his voice rough with authority as he presses his dripping fingers against my lips. I hesitate for a second... the mixed cum dripping from his fingers onto my lips... does he want me to? But before I can even think about it, I slowly open my mouth , my body almost reacting instinctively to the heat of the moment. My mind and mouth are getting overwhelmed , tasting the tang of sweat, spit, cum, and something muskier... something... his fuckhole... He shoves his fingers deep into my mouth. "Suck," he growls. My tongue swirls around his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, the taste bitter and salty. It feels dirty, hot, and right somehow. James watches me with dark approval before pulling his fingers free with a wet sound, trailing spit down my chin. "Good boy," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip possessively. I'm giving myself, all of myself , doing as he tells me. I'm his, I'm his to teach me, to use me, and to get me ready for the next part of my now gay life in this big city , leaving my small-town life behind me, opening up for more, for pleasure, for dirty, limitless hot sex. And he hasn't even fucked me yet... The moment his fingers leave my mouth, I feel empty again. He presses them back against my hole, slick with my own saliva now. My breath hitches as he pushes two fingers back inside me ; the stretch is easier this time, but it still feels so big. His fingers twist, scissoring me open with slow, deliberate movements that make my cock pulse again against my stomach. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his hand tightening in my hair as he watches my body pulsing, contrasting from the enjoyment of James's fingers deep inside me. "Easy, pequeño," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. "He's gonna ruin you for anyone else." James just smirks, adding a third finger beside the other two, stretching me wider. It almost feels impossible, but somehow my sphincter gives in easily. The burn is sharp, but the pleasure-...fuck... the pleasure is overwhelming, especially when his fingers curl around my prostate. "James... fuck..." I choke out, my hips jerking uncontrollably. My hole clenches around his fingers greedily, my body betraying me by craving more, even as my hole protests against his stretching fingers. James stands up suddenly, his muscular frame towering over me in the sling, his eyes still locked on mine. His golden necklace with scorpion pendant is swinging over his huge chest, glistening in his sweat, while he pulls his fingers out of my hole. I can hear a sucking sound as soon as he pulls them out. I feel so empty again... a feeling of burning, anticipation , and willingness. I want him back in me! I want to feel him move and curl in my hole... I moan in anticipation, willing, a sound that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind. He reaches for the towel around his waist and pulls it off with one rough tug. The fabric falls away, his towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his thick, veiny cock standing at full attention. Thick veins pulse along the shaft, his cock hard and the tip glistening with pre-cum. His massive balls hang heavy beneath his upright cock. His pubic hair is shaved, a thatch of short-trimmed hair at the base of his cock. Drops of sweat curl down from his chest to his six- pack and slowly to his cock and balls. My breath catches at the sight... fuck... he is huge... he is like a god. *18. 5 cm *, he smirks with a dark smile. The way he smirks, the sight of him, makes my hole clench instinctively. "Gonna bash you wide open," James mutters, more to himself than anyone else, his voice thick with anticipation. I can hear the Latin guy whistle lowly, watching the whole scene. James reaches back to the boy's hole again, plunging his fingers inside. The boy moans around the Latin guy's cock, his hole fluttering around James's knuckles as he pulls out. As he gathers another slick handful of fluids out of the boy's hole, he smears the messy mix directly onto his own cock with a slow, deliberate stroke. The sight-his thick fingers sliding up his shaft, spreading that glistening wetness-makes my mouth water. The guy next to me is gazing at James's cock to ; I can see him watching, wanting it... He arches his back suddenly, his lips popping off the Latin guy's cock with a wet sound. He raises his voice, ragged and broken, as he begs: *"Fuck me again, papi-I need it, I need your cock back in me. Fuck me rough, use my hole... I need you to pump another poz load in me... fill me up, breed me, make me yours-"* His words sound like a wrecked whimper , begging for the Latin guy... His fingers dig into the Latin guy's thighs. "Need your cum... need your *poz* load deep in my hole, please, daddy. "Breed me like the dirty little whore I am-*please*." The Latin guy growls something in Spanish, his cock slapping against the boy's flushed cheeks before he walks over to his hole. He pushes his wet, thick cockhead against the hole of his boy. Here you go, he smirks and shoves his cock back up his hole with one brutal thrust. The boy *screams*, His scream echoes through dark room, in pain and lust. His back bowing off the sling, his hole visibly stretching around the thick intrusion. "Yes! *Fuck!*" he sobs, his fingers scrambling at the leather straps. "Give it to me-*give me your POZ load*!" The raw, filthy pleasure sends a jolt through me, my own cock twitching against my stomach. James chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he watches the Latin guy pound into his boy with renewed energy and force. The wet slap of skin echoes louder now, punctuated by the boy's choked moans and broken pleas for more, the slapping sound of the Latin guy's balls smacking against the boy's ass with every brutal thrust. The boy's hole glistens, stretched wide and leaking, his thighs trembling as he takes it. "Deeper! Harder!" he begs, his voice breaking on a moan. Sweat drips from their bodies, wildly flying around with each hard thrust. The slapping wet sound is almost overwhelming, echoing through the room. "I wanna feel you in my guts, Papi... I wanna feel it when I walk tomorrow," he huffs. The Latin guy snarls, his hips pistoning faster, his grip bruising on the boy's waist. I can see some red spots appearing around his ass and hips while the Latin guy keeps bashing into the guy's hole. "Give me your poz load!" he moans, demanding, hard and loud. I breathe in short, sharp gasps, my own hole clenching around nothing, aching to be filled just like that. James's chuckle is still very dark, amused, his fingers tracing my hip as he watches my wide-eyed fascination. "Hear that, Luke?" James murmurs, his thumb brushing over my wet and slightly stretched sphincter. It makes me shiver. "That's what a *real* bottom sounds like." His gaze drops to my hole, still twitching from his fingers, then back up to my face - a sight of hunger and expectation . "You gonna beg like that for me? Want my cock and load deep in you?" His voice rumbles low, while his golden scorpion pendant swings around his neck, wet from his sweat, almost shiny. My breath hitches; I can't look away from his cock, thick and glistening, covered in the slickness of the boy's ass. Some white blobs are smeared on it, cum from the Latin guy and who knows who else. His cock is hard, veins pulsing thick on his shaft . It looks dirty ; it looks filthy hard, but so damn hot... My mind is twisting and in conflict with my body ; this is full of risk, but I want it so bad... I want him in me, to fuck me, to take my virginity. Even though I really have no clue what the boy next to me is begging for . Poz ? I don't know ; I guess it's some word for his cum. My hole twitches ... " Please ..." I stumble softly . The guy beside us wails as the Latin guy's thrusts grow erratic, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with each brutal plunge. "Please, Papi-*cum inside me*," the boy sobs, his fingers clawing at the sling, exhausted but wanting more. "*Infect me. * " His thighs tremble violently, his toes curling as the Latin guy grips his hips hard, bruising his hips and ass with each hard thrust, driving into him with a rhythm that's more punishment than pleasure. The sling creaks under the force of their fucking, the boy's moans rising in pitch with every brutal thrust-*"Yes! Right there! Fuck me-fuck me dirty!"* The guy shouts loudly over my words so that mine are not audible. My eyes are wide , while sometimes I can feel some sweat from them landing on my body, which gets shot away each time the Latin guy bashes into the boy's body. "That's what you want, Luke?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing my twitching rim. " My cock? Getting filled up? A load deep in your hole? The first one?" I nod slowly, my eyes full of lust and surrender. This is it ; I want it... my first time ever getting fucked. My mind switches off, surrendering to my desire, my voice gone. James's fingers dig into my thigh, forcing my legs wider as he steps between them, his cock bobbing thick and heavy against my ass. "Gonna give it to you," he growls, his free hand wrapping around his shaft, smearing the slick mess from the boy's hole down his length. "But first-" His grip tightens, angling his cockhead against my sphincter, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Tell me what you *want*." "*Fuck*," I gasp, my hips jerking as I can feel his wet cockhead pushing softly. " I ... I ... I ... want... want... you... deep in me," I stumble . The golden scorpion pendant swings forward as James leans down, brushing against my chest. I feel the cold metal scorpion pendant against overheated skin. Slowly moving forward over my chest, his beard scratches over my body, next to my ear. While his cockhead bumps against my sphincter, not pushing in yet, just teasing my sensitive hole. "Not good enough," he rumbles. He reaches for his scorpion pendant, holding it between his fingers, his fingertip tracing the scorpion sting. "Tell me you want my cock..., my load..., my sting... right here , " as he bumps his cockhead against my sphincter once more. My breath hitches; I don't understand the weight behind his words, but the intensity in his eyes makes my pulse spike. "I want it," I whisper, my hole clenching around nothing. "All of it." His fingers tighten around the pendant, the scorpion's tail poised like a threat as he finally presses his hips forward , his cockhead pushing hard against my sphincter. I can feel his thick, wet cockhead pushing, trying to break me in with a relentless push. My sphincter tries to resist ; my body is in conflict , instinctively resisting his intruding cock while wanting it at the same time. His cockhead is wet from cum out of the other boy's hole ; it feels slippery and warm as my sphincter starts to break in. James doesn't stop. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Take it." My gasp echoes off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as he pushes harder, the burn sharp and sweet. The pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. His fingers dig into my hips as he keeps pressing, the thick head of his cock stretching my sphincter impossibly wide, forcing its way in. A sharp cry tears from my throat as I feel a burning, stinging sensation . My sphincter gives way and opens slowly around his thick cockhead. I can feel his wet slick cockhead slowly shoving into me. He is splitting me open as he pushes past my tight sphincter, his girth forcing my virgin hole to yield. "Fuck, fuck....." I sob, my fingers scrambling at the sling straps as my body locks up around the intrusion. My sphincter grabs tight around his fat cock, burning, split open, raw... He is in me.... Every inch feels like fire. His thick cockhead pushes and carves me open, my hole fluttering around his cock, a helpless spasm . Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I arch higher, begging without words , willing to take it all. His beard scrapes my neck as he exhales harshly, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deeper - slowly, inch by inch. Fuckkk ... I moan out.... I can hear the Latin guy laughing beside us, his own cock still buried deep in his own boy. "Fuck," I choke out, my voice shattered. "So big-" My scream bounces off the walls, raw and broken. The stretch is almost unbearable. His cock is splitting me wide. The thought that only his cockhead is in me, not even his shaft, fears me out. But at the same time, I can feel his hot, wet cockhead moving in me, making my body shiver and pulse . James growls low in his throat, his fingers bruising my hips as he pauses, letting me adjust to the thick intrusion. His cockhead, warm, wet, and big, pulses and rests inside me , the head of his cock pressing against my tender inner walls. The scorpion pendant swings between us as we gaze into each other's eyes. "Breathe," he commands, his thumb swiping over my stretched rim where his cock and my hole meet, smearing the mess of ass fluid and cum lube . His other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. "Just the tip, and you're already shaking." His voice is rough with amusement, but there's something darker beneath-pride, possession. His cock twitches inside me, demanding more. i breath in shallow gasps, my body trembling around his thick invading cock. His cockhead feels impossibly large inside me, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn is sharp, but beneath it, there's something else.... a deep, aching pleasure that makes my untouched cock jerk against my stomach. "Fuck...it's...so much," I whimper, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. "You're so tight, but your taking it well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. Hi can feel his hips shift slightly, and his cock pressing deeper. just an inch, but it's enough to make my vision blur. to make my body jump in a mix of pain and pleasure. James exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pushes forward another fraction, his cock sinking deeper into my tight hole. The stretch is brutal, my hole spasm around his shaft as if my body is trying to decide whether to reject or welcome him. His beard scrapes against my neck as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Just a little more." His hips roll forward again, and I feel another inch of his thick cock slide into me, the burn mixing with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My toes curl, my back arching off the sling as a broken moan tears from my throat. My body locks up around his cock, every muscle tensing as I try to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. The scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. "Breathe," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. His cock twitches inside me, pulsing with heat, and I whimper as another inch of him sinks deeper. The pleasure is there, lurking beneath the pain, but it's so much—too much—and yet I can't help but push back against him, craving more. "James," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please—" Before I can catch my breath, James grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Please *what*?" James growls, "Enough prep, let's do this fast," he rasps... He slams his hips forward in one brutal thrust, his entire cock spearing into me with no mercy. His thick cockhead rams deep up my hole, followed by his thick-veined shaft. No time to adjust, just a fast, hard, almost scraping feeling inside me. It is filling up my hole, stretching it all, ripping my inner walls... the pain... the burn... My scream rips through the room, raw and shattered, as my hole spasms around his cock , grabbing it, tightening up, trying to resist and push his cock out. It only results in a harder, more painful stretch ... Tears spill down my cheeks as the pain crashes through me, sharp, wet, and hot. But beneath it, there's a pleasure so deep it steals my breath. James's groan rumbles against my skin, his balls pressed tight to my ass as he holds himself deep, letting me feel every inch of him. "Fuck," he grits out, his voice rough with satisfaction. "There we go, all in, you tight little virgin." My vision whites out for a second, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming stretch. His cock buried deep inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my inner walls , ripped open, his hips flush against my ass. I can feel a warm satisfaction, the heat of his cock, and some indescribable heat of some sort of fluids in me. His precum? Or did he bruise me so hard that I'm bleeding... or both? " It hurts ," I sob, but my hips jerk involuntarily, betraying me. My cock dripping untouched, my body already adjusting, craving more. James's chuckle is dark. "Hurts good, doesn't it?" The feeling is overwhelming , but somehow , hot... and all I want. I'm no virgin, no more. The Latin guy beside us laughs and moans darkly as he watches us, his hips never stop bashing into his own fuckboy . "You guys are getting me over the edge... " he moans. "Fuckkk ." His cock and balls slap hard and deep into the boy's ass. The Latin guy's hips stutter suddenly, his cock pulsing deep inside his boy as a guttural groan tears from his throat. "Here it comes, your third poz load from me... you slut... " His muscles tense up, his hips spasm, his cock kept buried deep in the boy's hole. The boy beneath him whines, his hole clenching greedily around the Latin guy's cock as his thighs tremble violently. "Give it to me... give it..." the boy shouts. "Breed me!!! Give me your tox load... " as he grabs the Latin guy's hips , pulling him in, trying to take his cock deeper, willingly. "That's it... take it..." the Latin guy snarls, his accent thick with pleasure as he watches me gasp around James's cock. " I'll watch the virgin get wrecked while I breed you full." His boy moans, limp and oversensitive, as the Latin guy finally stills, his cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around the thick shaft. He moans out loud. His balls contract as his hips try to push his cock just a bit deeper inside the guy's hole. A rough, raw groan leaves his mouth... he is cumming into the boy. He keeps his cock deep in him, while seconds or even minutes seem to fade away. Groaning, while my own body is trying to relax and adjust to james cock deep in me. Good slut. He laughs as he pulls his cock out slowly. The boy's sphincter, clenching, trying to suck the Latin guy's cock back in. Holding the Latin's cockhead in him for another second, as tight as he can with his loose , open, fucked hole. With a pop, the head of the Latin's cock comes out of the boy's hole, pulling along some fresh, warm cum mixed with anal fluid and some red spots. slowly dripping down from his sphincter, down his crack, forming a trail of pleasure. He laughs, watching the dripping boy's hole and at me, my hole pulsing uncontrollably around the cock of James. My virginity is just lost... "Have fun, I'm taking a break now," he laughs, while he turns around and leaves the room, letting his boy alone, hanging in the sling next to me, leaking from his cum. James shifts his weight slightly, pushing on a other spot in my inner walls, adjusting to his cock. his cock is twitching inside me as he watches the Latin guy walk away. "Now it's just us," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the stretched rim to my hole where his cock disappears in me. he rolls his hips, experimentally, pushing his thick cock deeper before pulling back just enough to make me gasp. The friction burns deliciously, my body still adjusting but already craving more. "You feel that?" He presses his thumb against my stretched hole, feeling how it grips tight around his cock. "Your hole's already learning how to take cock." James pulls back agonizingly slow until just the head of his cock remains inside me. An empty feeling takes hold of me. almost wanting him back in me. my hole clench instinctively. then he slams forward again with a wet snap of his balls bashing against my hole. A whimper claws its way up my throat as my hole struggles to take him, the pain sharp and deep in me. a burn that intensify when he pushes back in. His thickness stretches me impossibly wider Tears blur my vision, but I can’t help arching into it, my untouched cock dripping onto my stomach. "It—it still hurts," I admit, my voice shaky, but my hips jerk forward greedily, betraying me. James's chuckle is dark, approving. "Hurts good," he corrects, pushing deeper. "You’ll learn to love it. His scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting as he starts a rhythm. slow, deliberate, devastating…. "Fuck—*James*—" I sob, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. slowly, pulling in and out. my hole bashing open, on fire and painfull, but so willing. With his next thrust, he rolls his hips , his cock bumping, stretching , scraping against my inner walls and something else - something deep inside that sends a jolt of electric pleasure up my spine. My breath stutters, my thighs trembling as he pulls back and pushes against it again. He finds that spot again with practiced precision. "There it is," he murmurs, watching my face crumple with a mix of pleasure and pain. He pulls back almost all the way, letting me feel the empty ache before slamming back deep into me, his balls slapping against my ass , with each thrust hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. My moans pitch higher, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as pleasure overtakes the burning pain. Oh God , oh God , I moan out. He has found my prostate deep up my hole, slamming his cock against and over it. suddenly I’m pushing back, meeting his thrusts. his balls slaping against my ass, over and over. The sound of slapping skin on skin grows louder and faster ; James's cock thrusts into me with a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto him as he thrusts his cock deep into me over and over. His thick shaft drags , almost scraping against the oversensitive walls of my hole. Wet and slick, from my own fluids, his lubed cock is coated with Latin cum and James's own pre-cum. Every thrust sends sparks through me ; my cock starts to leak, untouched. "Feel that?" he growls, his thrusts pushing sharper, deeper. "That’s what a real fuck feels like." His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting as sweat drips from his beard onto my belly and chest. Photo of Luke and James in the sling His rhythm falters for just a second-then he smirks, his grip on my hips turning vicious as he starts to fuck me even harder, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. The sling creaks beneath us, my hole stretched impossibly wider with each brutal thrust. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sound obscene, and when his cockhead grinds against my prostate, my vision whites out. "There….fuck...." I choke, my back arching off the sling as pleasure begins to build deep in my gut. The pain fades away, turning into something else... the delicious drag of his thick cock stretching me open, the way my hole clenches greedily around him, the heat in my hole and lower belly. My untouched cock bounces against my stomach, dripping steadily as James's thrusts deep in me. He is pumping his cock in and out of me, now pulling his cock out of my hole completely and bashing it in again. "James-" I gasp, my fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't... don't stop... don't stop... fuck me... keep fucking me . " My voice breaks on a moan as he pounds back into me, his cock splitting me open. I can feel the veins of his cock pulsing hot and thick against the walls of my hole. His laugh is dark as he pins my hips down, fucking into me with brutal precision, over and over again. "That's it, beg for it," he growls, his scorpion pendant swinging wildly. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Every nerve in my body is stimulated with a mix of pleasure and pain as James's cock pounds into me. It is carving me, carving my hole, tearing it open. The stretch burns so good, my hole clenching around him like it was made for his cock. "Fuck... please...," I sob, arching wildly into each thrust, my cock dripping untouched. James watches my wrecked expression and begs, with satisfaction. his thrusts turning slower but deeper, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to push the breath from my lungs. i can feel my hole leaking, his pre cum? You're mine now," he growls, his voice thick and rough. "Gonna fill you up so deep, mark you, ill make you mine.... you'll remember this day forever." His cock ramming inside me, as hard as he can. his hips pounding in a slow, forcefull, grinding rhythm that makes my finger clawing at his shoulders he is fucking me harder, deeper, his balls tightening against my ass. I can feel it building, the pressure in my gut, the way his cock pulses inside me, his rhythm. He's getting close.... and so am I. " Beg me," James growls, while he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear as he keeps thrusting into me. " Beg for my load... and I'll make sure it takes." His cock slams into me again, hitting my hole deep, bumping against my prostate as he delves deeper. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I gasp, my hips jerking uncontrollably, my cock throbbing untouched. "I... I want..." I whimper, my voice broken. "I want your load... deep inside me... please... James..." The words tumble out, raw and desperate, as my hole clenches around him, trying to milk him. James's breath hitches, his grip tightening on my hips as my words urge him on, his scorpion pendant pressing cold against my sweat-slicked chest while his cock pounds roughly in me. He bashes deep in me, in and out , my hole grabbing his cock every time he forces it roughly in me. He is ramming his cock into me with brute force, as deep as he can. "Need it-need you deeper-" My voice shatters as he rams into my hole, hitting my prostate again, stars bursting behind my eyelids. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sounds obscene, as he growls, "That's it-take it-take *all* of me." His thrusts turn relentless, each one deeper than the last, carving my hole open wider, his cockhead grinding over my prostate until my vision whites out. Tears streak down my cheeks as his cock splits me open so deep I can't tell where he ends - tears of pleasure, tears of belonging. I belong to him ; I belong to real men who know how to fuck me. James's rhythm stutters, his cock twitching and pushing violently inside me as his balls tighten against my ass, his gasping breath against my neck. "Gonna fill you up," he growls, his voice rough with need, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. His fingers dig into my hips hard, bruising me, holding me still as he bashes his cock deep in me, his cock pulsing hot and thick against my inner walls , my hole ripping inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, his shaft jerking as his balls draw up tight, his breath in ragged bursts against my ear. "Here it comes," he snarls, his hips pushing forward one last time as he rams his cock deep inside me, his cock twitching against my prostate. His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting under the dim lights as he starts to cum. I can feel thick ropes of cum flooding my hole , spraying deep in me against my inner walls with huge force. It seems to find its own way, deeper, deeper in me, deeper than James's cock could pound. I feel his hot, thick pulse in waves as he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "Fuck-yes-take it-" His voice breaks as he spills deep, his cock pumping his load into me, marking me, claiming me. I can feel his cum filling me up, the heat of it seeping into my walls, his cock still twitching as he rides out his orgasm, his breath hot against my skin. The sensation of his cum flooding my hole sends me over the edge, my untouched cock jerking violently against my stomach as pleasure explodes through me. My vision whites out, my back arching off the sling as my cock starts to pulse , untouched, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. Load after load shoots on my body, making me wet, sticky, and dripping with my own cum. I gasp, my hole clenching around James's still-pulsing cock, milking him for every drop of his load as my orgasm crashes through me in waves, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Fuck-fuck-" I sob, my voice shattered, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as pleasure takes control of my body, my cock twitching with each pulse of cum. James groans above me, his cock still buried deep, his cum still filling me. He watches me deep in my eyes as we are both cumming at the same time. He feels me spasm beneath him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Let it all out." His beard scratches against my neck as his hips push in a short thrust, his cock still twitching inside me, pumping the last thick ropes of his cum deep into my hole. His scorpion pendant presses cold against my chest as he murmurs, "Good boy," his voice thick with approval. His fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking out of my hole, around his still-buried cock, on my ass. "You took it all," he growls, "Every drop." His thumb presses against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. He fucked it open ; he made it loose; he made sure of it with his hard thrusts. His cock gives one last twitch inside me, and I whimper, oversensitive but still craving more, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice hoarse, my hole pulsing around him. "So full..." His cum feels impossibly hot inside me, thick and heavy, coating my walls in a way that makes my hole clench instinctively around his softening cock. The sensation is overwhelming : the stretch, the heat, the way his cum seeps deeper with every slight shift of his hips. My own cock lies spent against my stomach, still dripping occasionally onto my belly, but my focus is entirely on the feeling of him still buried inside me, his weight pressing me into the sling, his breath hot against my neck. "James," I murmur, my voice wrecked, my fingers twitching against his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His chuckle vibrates against my skin, low and satisfied, as his fingers drag through the mess on my stomach, gathering my cum on his fingertips before pressing them to my lips. "Taste," he orders, his voice rough, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue licking my own cum from his fingers as he watches - my cum that he fucked out of me... his cock twitching inside me again at the sight. His hips shift slightly, his cock still buried deep inside me, still pulsing intermittently as his cum leaks around the edges where our bodies meet. I can feel his cock getting softer in me, but I'm not willing to let him go yet. "You took it so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval, his thumb pressing against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. "You're gonna feel this for days," he growls, his beard scratching against my neck as he leans down to bite lightly at my shoulder, his cock giving one last twitch inside me before he finally pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes me gasp. The sensation of his cock pulling out is almost as overwhelming as when he pushed in-my hole clenches instinctively around nothing, trying to keep him inside, but he withdraws completely with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and leaking his cum onto the sling beneath me. A whimper escapes my lips as my hole twitches, empty and oversensitive, the warmth of his seed seeping out of me in slow, thick rivulets. My thighs tremble violently, my body still thrumming with pleasure, my cock lying spent against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice shattered, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming fullness and emptiness all at once. James chuckles darkly above me. His calloused fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking from me, his thumb pressing against my abused entrance as he watches my reaction with satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with approval, his other hand brushing through my damp curls. "Dripping my cum like a good little slut. Thanks, boy, that I could take your virgin hole. To let me fuck it... to mark you..." He laughs. "You will remember this fuck. Have fun, you slut," he smirks, while he slaps my ass and turns around, leaving the room. I lay there, exhausted , leaking, huffing. As I look next to me, the other boy is gone too . I never noticed him leaving in the time James was fucking me. I lay there at least 15 minutes, alone, tired, trying to find new energy, thinking... He bashed my hole open, just as the party is named : Easter Bunny Bash . I was the bunny ; he was the hunter. Photo of Luke, exhausted, leaking and huffing

I've whored bottoms out in gangbangs many times. You just gotta power through it. There's a "wall" you hit where it will start to get uncomfortable. But then you push past that, with encouragement from tops like me, and the adrenaline and cumthirst takes over. By the 8th or 9th load you'll go back into pure bliss.

After hugging and kissing more, he put the butt plug back in me and we got ready for bed. We lay in bed talking about our day and told him about my adventure to the bathroom to suck cock. He said I should do that at least once a day. I asked him about the bathroom the last guy I blew talked about and if I should go there. He said I should stay away as it's a heavy hook up place and while I may just go to suck cock I might easily get fucked bare even if I protested. He said I would be very popular there. I told him I would go the bathroom on campus and stay away from the rest stop restroom place. He also asked if the Professor fingered me or had me suck his cock again like the other day. I told him not since the other day and he said that if I wanted to suck his cock that's fine just no fucking. I told him I would comply. I asked why he wanted me to go to the bathroom to give guys bjs and he said in time I will realize. We ended there and we both fast fell asleep. We both woke up at the same time and Rick already had morning wood and then mounted me not before scraping my insides with his fingernails. He fucked me with purpose and little passion. I didn't care and enjoyed his fucking in any form. It hurt more as there was more and deeper scraping in my anus. He kept fucking me for about 10 minutes on all fours and then finishing me on my back. He finally came in me and again so did I without touching my hands. After we lay there making out he said, "I love how you have embraced being a bottom and enjoying all the pleasure that comes from it". "I thank you for that Daddy. In all my wildest dreams of all the women I have fucked over the years, I would never guess I be with another man like this, let alone be the bottom and enjoy it so much. And not just the sex but the male intimacy and erotic nature of it" I said. "You are welcome my boy. I do think those few times of bj and handjobs with other guys including your swimming coach was probably a good clue you wanted this" Rick responded I thought about it and said "You are probably right but it took you to bring it out of me. I owe you a lot and now hopefully you will get me pregnant" "I will baby don't worry. You will be knocked up soon and so much more pleasure and experiences wait for you on the other side" he said We kissed for a little while and then got ready for work and left the house. As I drove to campus the feeling of having his sperm in me and the butt plug in me made me feel so complete.

It's a real accomplishment to make a story this hot and filthy and sweet and touching all at the same time. Thanks!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** My previous story “The Ten” in intertwined with this story. You can read that here: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ CHAPTER 7: “AT LAST…IT HAD TO BE HIM” Matthew Hill, MD and the nurse from his practice, Keith, who featured prominently in the airplane dream Dr. Hill had, waited by the baggage carousel for Dr’s bags. Matthew had met his handsome nurse and poz alpha predator Keith at the airport and blurted out what Keith had longed to hear – that it was Keith’s powerful strain of HIV that the young doctor wanted to get him over the line. Keith had waited a long time to hear that – ever since he fucked the young med student through the glory hole at the infamous bathhouse back in college. Oh, Keith knew who he was fucking then, and he knew who Matthew was when he went for the nursing job in his office. He took special pleasure and pride in pozzing up the ones who initially resisted…it was a personal challenge to him to break down the defenses and to get his infected seed deep up a guy’s hole and into the bloodstream where it can flourish. Turning guys poz was an indescribable and hedonistic delight, and once poz, as every member of The Ten finds out, it becomes a basic necessity to spread the gift of HIV as often as possible, to as many as possible. Keith, and all of The Ten, was part of that new community of poz brothers, impelled by sheer biological need to replicate their viral status. And spreading it was something Keith was especially good at, as evidenced by the 7 dark X’s tattoed across his furry belly. He was pozfather to at least 70 guys already but this latest endeavor with Matthew would be extra special for him. “I don’t know, “Matthew began, still waiting for the bags to arrive, and after a few moments of an uncomfortable silence, “it doesn’t make sense medically, but maybe I was waiting somehow for you to be the one.” He leaned in close to Keith who wrapped his muscular hairy arms around the young doctor and whispered to him “I know I’ve been waiting….all this time so conflicted – wanting you to go poz from one of the other guys, but at the same time, hoping against hope you’d have to come to me to make it happen. And now it will happen.” Finally, they gathered up the luggage and went out to Keith’s car parked in the airport garage, but instead of the front seats, they both headed for the back seats. Keith was going to plant the poz flag into Matthew’s ass right here and now, in the parking garage. His thick cock strained against his jeans and as Matthew undid the button-fly and released the pozzing tool, the 0g PA glistened in the faint light of the parking garage. As Matthew went to get in the back seat of the car, Keith interrupted him: “Change of plans - no, not in the car - up against that column!” pointing to a cement pillar. The young doctor did as he was told and leaned up against the pillar, dropping his trousers and exposing his round little hole for the poz predator man about to inseminate him. “Risky fucking is so much more hot, I’m gonna seed you all over town, starting here in this garage,” Keith said, as cars passed by on their way to parking spaces, the two men fucking in the corner, only partially shielded by the other vehicles. If anyone came to claim their car in the vicinity of the pair of writhing sex gods, they’d get quite an eyeful and earful, as Keith plunges his pierced toxic AIDS-gun deep inside Matthew’s hole, a deep and violent hip thrust accompanying the entry into the young doctor’s pussy. “Yeah, I got a three-day load saved up…it’s been years since I went more than a few hours without spreading my seed…ever since I pozzed up, you just need to breed and replicate. But I held off for you, Matthew” Keith exclaimed, pistoning his fat poz dick in and out of the doctor’s hole. “Getting close, whore,” he said as his breathing heightened and Matthew’s moans of pleasure and pain filled the stagnant air of the garage. Keith unloaded his massive three-day load of HIV deep up the doctor’s cunt, slamming his body against the cold concrete column. It was only after a few more minutes of grinding and thrusting that Keith withdrew the pozzing tool, dripping with lube and a few drops of toxic seed, some of which was from Solomon, the motel clerk, and Mitch Greene from Boston, which fell onto the dirty garage floor. Matthew saw this and got down and licked the drops of precious semen off the dirty, oil-stained garage floor. This surprised even a pozzing pro like Keith, who admired the young doctor’s dedication in not wasting a drop of the viral prize. As the two disentangled themselves and pulled their clothes back on, a round of applause rang out and they turned around to see 2 older guys, each around 70, wheeling luggage behind them, and obviously a long-term couple, smiling and one saying to the other: “Remember, Bill, when we were pigs like that!” and they went on their way. Getting back into the car, the two of them exited the garage, Matthew’s head resting in Keith’s lap and reaching a hand into Keith’s unzipped shorts and holding the poz penis that Matthew knew would bring him into the beautiful brotherhood of poz men seeded and pozzed by The Ten, which had chapters all over the world now. How many men the world over have been impregnated with HIV by The Ten, Matthew wondered as Keith silently drove. Few words were exchanged, but Matthew and Keith already felt the deep bond of chaser and pozzer. Keith drove on, and eventually arrived at the next pozzing spot he had planned – the old bathhouse where over 10 years’ prior, Keith first fucked and bred Matthew through a glory hole – the special glory hole that local chasers knew, and still know, is where you go for a toxic load of cum in one’s hole. And so it was in less than 15 minutes later that Keith deposited the second enormous load of toxic poz cum deep up the cunt of his employer, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill. But of course, for a alpha poz predator like Keith, 2 fucks was never gonna be enough, especially after waiting 3 days to unload, which might not be a long time for most guys, but for a poz predator breeding machine like Keith, it felt like an eternity. After a brief rest in their shared tiny compartment at the sex club, Keith led Matthew to an open area where live sex shows would occasionally be held. Propping him on the fuck bench with his hole, already laden with two HIV loads, was exposed for the gathered clientele to see. Keith made an announcement that brought all the men over to where they were. “Hi boys, I’m gonna fuck and breed my boyfriend here with a big poz load of cum. You’re free to use his mouth if you want, but his hole is for me and me alone, so we know for sure I’m the one who upgrades that ass to poz status!” With that, men formed a line at Matthew’s mouth and by the time Keith had gotten his cock into the hole for the 3rd time today and started to thrust, Matthew had already taken 3 loads of stranger cum in his mouth. The mouth assault continued as Keith neared his inevitable poz climax and with heaving thrusts and loud bellows, he loaded the young doctor up with a third unmedicated volley of poz seed, while Matthew’s mouth worked overtime to serve the row of men lined up. He took 12 loads of rando cum down his throat to match the 3 AIDS-brews Keith dumped in his hole. “Thanks, guys,! Keith called out as the last man, an elder Daddy of about 80, shuddered and shook and shot his load into the doctor’s mouth. “Show’s over,” gotta get this whore home and continue the breeding program!” Once they got back to Keith’s apartment, he threw Matthew onto the bed. “Yeah, whore, all that risky sex gets me so fucking hot,” Keith remarked, pulling down Matthew’s trousers and opening up his legs to reveal a well-worn hole, beads of sweat and cum clinging to the lightly furry opening. Keith dove his tongue deep into the cunt of his prey, now a perfect O-shaped repository for his viral, unmedicated AIDS-seed. His fat pierced cock growing to full-mast yet again, Keith plunged it up the doctor’s worn out pussy and resumed the deep, methodical unmerciful pillaging of Matthew’s insides, more HIV-laden pre-cum already flowing from Keith’s engorged cockhead into the young doctor’s negative hole, and then soon followed by yet more cumsplosions of virus deep up the doctor’s guts. Keith added a few more deep thrusting motions for good luck and as he withdrew, he replaced his dripping pozzing tool with a buttplug to keep all the beautiful HIV jizz inside the young doctor, soaking into his bloodstream. Keith felt like finally, after literally hundreds of loads from scores of toxic poz men, that his employer, the young doctor, would finally see 2 bright red lines on the home test in three weeks, and finally see an official lab confirmation a few days after that. But he was having too much fun impregnating the young doctor, once such a fierce condom and “safe-sex” advocate, and doing so in all sorts of risky places: One night they snuck into their old college dormitory, now co-ed, after being male-only when they were in school. The showers on the 4th floor was where Keith got pozzed way back over 10 years ago by Ric and/or Mateo. He remembered those days fondly, for the thrill of his chase, while not as long as Matthew’s was today, still gave him such excitement even after all these years. Once Keith did poz up, the virus was near-unstoppable inside him in the quest to be spread to as many men as Keith could. That night in the glory hole where he first bred Matthew he remembered fondly, as that was the first sex after he got over his fuck flu. His strain was especially virulent so soon after infection, and he fucked and bred 5 guys that night, the young med student Matthew being the last one. Oh, he knew who Matthew was then -- he was the one Ric and Mateo couldn’t get to, and it filled him with devilish glee that his poz cum was first up inside the young Matthew and not his makers Ric and Mateo. After the escapade back at the dorm showers, he dragged Matthew out to the track oval and in the dim light of 2am, fucked him and sent another AIDS-armada deep up Matthew’s cunt, right there in the open. Was anyone watching? Keith didn’t care. His bug demanded to be spread, where and when it wanted. And more risky encounters followed: The back of the abandoned mall, the restroom of a fancy restaurant, the aerial tram up the mountain from Palm Springs…guys coming down the mountain in the other tram got an eyeful and broke into cheers and applause as they passed the two men writhing and fucking suspended in the air. By this time, Keith had been inseminating Matthew a few times per day for several weeks. The big “retirement from pozzing” party for Eric in Lake Tahoe was coming up and Keith knew his BF (for they were BFs by now), would surely get many toxic loads there. Poz disruptors like Randy, Sir Mack, 5-shot Frankie and others were all going to be there…but he was determined to be the pozzer of Matthew and so when Dr. Matthew Hill came down with flu-like symptoms and took to bed for a few days, Keith smiled with pride at his handiwork, which they later confirmed with the home test and two bright lines! “Thank you, thank you!” was all the young doctor, laden with 102F fever and chills could say as Keith stroked his hair and fed him chicken soup. Their bond complete, Keith and Matthew went from being “Doctor and Nurse,” or ‘Employer/Employee,” to lifelong partners. So when the Tahoe weekend rolled around, Keith brought along Matthew and they pretended Matthew was still negative…they’d spring the happy news of the poz test at the end of the weekend, so Keith could claim his prize. Matthew spent the Tahoe weekend being passed around and used at will by the gang of poz toxic men. He was thrilled to take repeated loads from his friends Sir Mack and Frankie as well as the original pozfather of this group of The Ten, Eric the tattoo artist, and his patient Randy, now joined to Matthew as poz brothers carrying Keith’s potent HIV seed inside them. On the final night of rampant fucking, Keith announced to all there that the young doctor got his positive results and proudly displayed the 3 home tests they took. They handed one of them to Eric, for Matthew Hill had decided his first poz-centric tattoo would be one of the test kit with it’s 2 bright red lines, the lines being barbed-wire and pointy, a few tiny drops of blood dripping from them. All the assembled pozzers broke out in applause at Matthew’s conversion and he and Keith left Tahoe and all the way back to L.A. in the car, they hardly said anything, but their connection and bond was unmistakable. Matthew’s conversion was long – years and years, actually, with hundreds of poz-toxic loads in the process, from many men. He surmised it had actually begun by knowing Ric and Mateo all those years ago in college – the seed being planted in his mind, if not his hole. A few weeks later, a beautiful “Happy Father’s Day” card arrived in the mail for Keith, from Ric and Mateo, living their best poz life on the ranch. Circles closed and completed, with new ones forming - the poz brotherhood and Matthew continued on in his thriving medical practice serving out, proud, poz men - some on meds, some not, he understood now the pull of poz, having experienced it for himself. Naturally, Keith and now Matthew continued to poz up chasers at will, bringing more and more men into the wonderful poz brotherhood. It made him a much better doctor, and he and Keith worked side-by-side in the practice for years to come, in love and proudly POZ. THE END

Chapter 27 - An Education in Self-Realization Chad Gillespie tucked his lap-top under his arm and headed across the campus with his usual feeling of self-satisfaction. He acknowledged the smiles and nods of his fellow students as he went. Everyone knew Chad Gillespie here. Student Society President, Christian Union co-ordinator and Young Republicans Chapter Officer. The trifecta of establishment roles on campus but there was a fourth position that Chad was eager to also secure. The position of Valedictorian. It had been in some doubt until a few weeks ago. He had actually had some competition - if he was honest with himself perhaps a little too much competition! He had maybe been second favorite until Jordan Myers had started missing classes. Missed classes and then totally flunked out. Nobody really knew why though there were stories of course. There had been talk of the Police being involved but it had all come to nothing. Jordan Myers was just out of the picture which, he had to admit, was good news for Chad. "Chad Gillespie to the President's Office please." The familiar tones of the President's Secretary sounded across the Campus. Chad felt a minor annoyance but nothing more. President Kulp no doubt needed to talk about something - maybe a student had dropped some litter or some such crisis! Kulp was an idiot but Chad Gillespie had already learned that keeping in with a certain sort of idiot was one of the major keys to success in this world. He gave the secretary his usual complacent smile and took little notice of the fact it wasn't returned. Chad Gillespie was the sort of young man who didn't waste time on such things. President Kulp was in his office behind his own desk - the surface of which was covered with paper. Not the usual administrative detritus but rather a large poster that looked to have been torn down from wherever it had been affixed. The President didn't bother with niceties. Instead he swept a hand at the rubbish on his desk. "I found this - this thing - attached to my door when I arrived here. Fortunately I had come early and was able to remove it before it was seen by anyone but myself and Mrs Culpepper. Just look at it Gillespie - look at IT!" He held up the ripped paper and flourished it. Chad didn't have much choice but to look at it in the circumstances. However, it still took a moment to process just WHAT he was seeing. He had expected the usual petty bullshit but this was something else. A series of images of the same young man, a young man he knew very well. There had been lots of rumors but nothing even close to this! "What does it mean? How did gay filth like this get onto MY door. Is that really - is that really..." The President's words seemed to die in stubborn disbelief at the evidence of his own eyes. "What would this do for the College's reputation?" Chad Gillespie just stared at the images - so blatant and so obscene. Images cataloguing the degradation and humiliation of Jordan Myers. More than that - the words written on his body indicated something much deeper, much darker, much more stark and shocking. Chad saw just how shaken the President was and he measured his own response. "Was there only the one sir?" "Yes, yes, but there could be more. Anywhere and at any time! What does it mean? Is it some sort of a homosexualist conspiracy? Did they kidnap this", he almost spat out the word, "Myers for their perverted pleasures?" Chad looked again at the images. It didn't look like anyone had been kidnapped against their will. The picture of Jordan Myers dressed like a little sissy having his make-up done for instance. Let alone the one of Jordan beaming up at the camera with his face covered in... Chad had a good idea of just what was covering Jordan's face. "Perhaps some additional security sir? Could the faculty really be held responsible for one student's, one ex-student's, behavior?" The President looked at him like he was an idiot. "We would be the laughing stock of the whole country! You know how they love to spread such filth on social media - to humiliate good decent folk like ourselves. The filthy perverts and liberals all pursuing their Gay agenda." Chad still couldn't quite tear his eyes away from the obscene images on the poster. It struck him that they would be rather too strong even for social media! His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound. The sound of his phone, followed a second later by the slight hum of the President's own phone vibrating on his desk. They each reached for their own device only dimly aware of the sound of phones where students were waiting in the outside office. *** It turned out the video message had been sent to every student and every faculty member at the College. Sent from the account of Jordan Myers, a student many had known personally and almost all had heard a lot about recently. Simple curiosity meant that almost all opened the message and saw enough to understand. An opening familiar image of Jordan Myers, handsome and smiling in an outfit most had seen him in around campus. "Hi everyone. I thought I'd give you an update on what I've been up to." The young man smiled and then did a little twirl. A star effect and then the handsome young man was transformed. He was still the same person, that was obvious, but his clothes had been replaced. His button-down plain shirt had become a short-sleeved pastel pink crop-top with 'FEMBOI' printed across it. His hair had covered the studs in his ears but now he wore blatantly obvious big pink plastic hoops and his hair was tied back in two pigtails. Jordan's dark eye make-up and carefully plucked eye-brows contrasted sharply with his pale skin and his light pink lip-gloss. He stuck his tongue out at the camera and gave it a supremely, unambiguously, faggy wave. Then he rolled his hips before thrusting them back, drawing attention to the tight and rather minimal shorts that barely covered his bubble butt. White knee-highs with pastel pink trim and a pair of sneakers finished off his outfit now being proudly displayed to his old students and tutors. "Soooooo anyway I guess you've all spotted that I kind of had to leave College. How could I dress as cute as this there? I do have to dress like this because if I'm not super-cute how am I going to get what I really need?" Jordyn grinned into the camera and raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow. He carefully wiggled and rotated his perfectly-rounded buttocks and then winked into the camera. "Can you guess what I really need?" Did his viewers guess? Perhaps a number of them did but being proved right took everything to a much higher level. Entering the picture from the right came a cock, a very large and very hard Black cock. "Hmmmnnn," purred Jordyn, "I don't think College can compete with this do you? Boring old classes and lectures compared to sucking and being fucked by a Big Black Cock? Or even better by two or three or maybe thirty!" Jordyn giggled his faggy little boi-slut giggle. "After the first few I don't really care what size or color they are. I just want cock and more cock!" He leaned forward to kiss the tip of the big Black cock. "This is a very special sort of cock - the sort that can help a young slut like me graduate. So much as I love sucking it I need to do things properly." Jordyn turned around and eased his tight shorts down over his bubble butt and past his leggings before stepping out of them. "College didn't teach me much. Since leaving I've found out sooooo much more about life. What's not important," Jordyn pointed down to the flat metal disc of the cage constraining his tiny penis, "and what is." He leaned forward and stuck out his rear, wiggling it for the man behind him. A dark hand reached forward onto the base of Jordyn's back. The man's other hand carefully positioned his cock at the femboy's hole. A torso appeared on camera as the man thrust forward, unidentifiable except for the fact the man was African-American and wasn't young. The boy grunted as the man behind him thrust forward a few times, his moans of discomfort slowly forming into words. "Fuck yes Daddy - open me up - ruin me!" Jordyn's voice was still faggy but now suffused with an undeniable raw excitement. "Force it in Daddy - make me - take all of you!" It had seemed impossible but the cock kept pushing home, thrust after thrust, inch after inch, until the man's hips were hitting against his young slut's butt with each stroke. "Yes Daddy - hurt me - rough me up - give me - what I deserve - make me - graduate!" Jordyn wasn't looking at the camera any more. In fact it seemed obvious that he had forgotten all about it, had forgotten about everything but the big cock plowing his insides. There was no question of anyone being forced, whatever his words might say. Jordyn was giving himself willingly to a much older Black man and taking all that big cock with a hungry intensity. "Daddy - fucks me - everyday now. Making sure - that I take. Giving me - beautiful - Poz cum. Charging - me up. Gifting me - his strain. Letting me - play - with other Poz Daddies. All big - beautiful - Poz cocks. Big loads - of HIV cum. Planted deep. Making sure - I graduate." The words were staccato, forced out between the deep thrusts of that Black cock into his pale body. Punctuated by sweet little faggy moans when the hard shaft pushed real deep and bottomed out. Nobody watching could be in any doubt that the little fag was loving it, was a very willing participant. As if to prove the point the man behind Jordyn suddenly held still. The femboy mewled his discontent and began moving his butt. Backing up onto the glistening thick shaft of the man's cock. "Pleasssse Daddy," Jordyn finally moaned in frustration, "I need it! I need to be fucked. I need your seed. I need to be Poz." The fucking resumed - but harder now, fiercer, each thrust hammered home with a visceral intensity. "YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS," screamed Jordyn. He didn't speak after that, there was no need for words, he knew what he was getting and so did anyone still watching. Dark hands held slim pale young hips tight as the man grunted. Pushed home a few more times and then, finally, withdrew. His Black cock was still hard, glistening with lube and some of the cum it had planted deep into Jordyn. A hand tapped the young man who obediently turned and presented his butt to the camera. A puffy hole, ridden hard and then filled with Poz cum. The way a well-fucked boi pussy should look. *** Chad Gillespie didn't think he would ever forget the look on President Kulp's face. The paleness under the administrator's ludicrous fake tan. Kulp had just shook his head and muttered something unintelligible. He hadn't even seemed to notice as Chad had walked out of the office. Past the empty desk of Mrs Culpepper. Out and past the little groups of students gathered together and excitedly discussing what they had seen. Passing members of the Faculty rushing here and there like headless chickens. Ignoring the calls for his attention from students and staff alike. Chad knew where he had to go. Across the campus and into his faculty's building. Down a flight of stairs and through the well-signed doors. Only once he was in a cubicle and safely behind a locked door could he again pick up his phone and play that video sent to them all by Jordan Miles. He let his pants and shorts fall around his ankles, his eyes fixed on the small screen as he reached for his hard six inches of cock. He had been hard from the moment he had seen Jordan Miles' transformation into BoiFagBarbie and he knew it was wrong but he also knew he needed to cum. He stroked his cock hard and felt his climax close when the door to the next cubicle suddenly banged. Chad froze in fright, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He couldn't be caught like this - no-one could see him could they? He had never felt so alone or so vulnerable. He held his breath and listened, listened until he heard familiar words. "Pleasssse Daddy, I need it! I need to be fucked. I need your seed. I need to be Poz." Familiar words through a phone speaker and through the wall of the next-door cubicle, words followed by a male grunt of pure satisfaction. Then Chad understood. He understood what had been happening in that next door cubicle. He understood that he was not so alone. It only took a moment to make his decision and he resumed the play on his own phone, turning the volume up. Could the man next door hear it now - would he understand? The excitement was too much and Chad's cum spurted in heavy loads into the toilet. The door to the next cubicle opened and Chad held his breath. Had the man gone or was he waiting, waiting for Chad to show himself. The student took a couple of deep breaths and then pulled up his shorts and pants. He steeled himself to turn the lock and open the door. There was nobody there. The man had gone. Chad felt a wave of relief but knew that such a reaction was ridiculous. Things were never going to be the same again.

Wasn’t able to get home in time after my last visit to the local park to meet a couple of guys

Dick ages like wine, nothing sexier as a young bottom than an older top!! I don't know his exact age but I let a Grindr hookup who was about 62 fuck me last year a few months after my 18th, so I guess 44 years is my record. I like to think of it in terms of ratios though—double my age, triple my age, etc. I made plans with a guy in a nursing home once (he wanted me to pretend to be his visiting grandson which I thought was so, so, so fucking hot) but he flaked 😞 I think he was 80 or so but I'm not sure. I still shoot ropes when I think about tonguing his ass. All this is just to say that different people like different things and that's okay!

I'm having the best sex in a long time since I met my young sex partner. He's very virile and energetic and wears me a out several times a week. I'm 65. He's 25.

Part 2 “Ah… yeah sure, I guess.” I had just seen him do it and he seemed normal to me, so I guessed there was nothing to worry about. I passed the last of the joint to Ben and then looked at Matt, not knowing how to do this. “Don´t worry, I´ll just do it and then pass it to you, okay?” he said, inhaling another hit. I wasn´t sure what he meant, but then he leaned closer, looking into my eyes, those thick lips still closed and I understood. I opened my mouth a little and he pressed his lips onto mine, exhaling his smoke into me. I realized quickly, that I hadn´t thought of exhaling my breath before taking the smoke, so my lung quickly were too full and I started coughing. Matt leaned back and looked at me concerned. “Uh, sorry, I never did this before and I guess I should expel my breath before taking someone else´s.” I shrugged apologetically.” Matt smiled. “No worries, first time for everything sexy. Let´s just try again.” He didn´t wait for a reply, just heated the pipe again, sucked in the smoke and then leaned in once more. This time, I knew what to expect and felt more relaxed. Also, this was a perfect excuse to kind of kiss this hot guy again, so I closed my eyes and met his lips after exhaling. Our lips touched, he passed the smoke to me and afterwards sealed my mouth with his lips, kissing me hard. This definitely turned into more than just passing some smoke! “Fuck guys, that´s so hot to watch!” said Ben, who looked at us over his shoulder while just slightly moving his ass along my cock to not disturb us. Matt withdrew and before I could exhale he said “Hold it in for a bit longer Jared, it takes a moment.” He heated the pipe again already, then nodded towards me. I exhaled. The smoke didn´t taste that strongly, especially compared to the pot before. He looked at me. “Are you okay? Feel anything?” I quickly assured him I was alright, but I didn’t feel different than before. “Good. Yeah you probably need a few more hits before you feel it. Let´s just share some more, okay?” He already inhaled the next hit and I nodded. Ben impaled himself on my cock roughly and then grinned at me. “I love that you do that while still inside of me!” I could just laugh at that before Matt leaned in again and we shared another hit of the stuff. We continued like that for a bit, each hit turning more into a makeout session with Matt than the last. At some point I felt my heart start to race and my face to flush, but I couldn´t say if it was from the situation or the T. But fuck, I felt good! When I looked around I saw Matt and Ben looking at me, grinning. Ben had pushed down Matt´s shorts and underwear and was stroking his cock while Matt handled the torch. And fuck, what a cock that was! It must have been like eight inches long and it was thick, the foreskin gliding over an arrow shaped glans that was already coated in lots of precum, while the cock became thicker towards the base. Massive was the only word to describe it, I thought. “Haha, now you definitely feel it, don´t you?” Matt laughed. “Yeah, I do.” I answered, almost ashamed that I had stared for probably a couple of seconds at his cock. But – the shame I expected didn´t really come up. I just felt wonderful, so I said “Man, you have such a great cock!” “Thank you sweety!” Matt answered, passing the torch and lighter to Ben, then taking his left to cradle the back of my head and pull me closer. Now he full on kissed me with his lips and tongue and I felt so excited! I heard Ben using the lighter, so he must have already known the stuff, which made me feel even more at ease. Matt took my right hand with his and wrapped it around his cock, before he started thrusting his cock into my hand. It felt so hot handling this dick! I had jerked off with other guys, but this cock in my hand was something entirely different! And, well. The whole situation around it, of course. Ben looked at us over his shoulder and motioned to us. Matt understood immediately and used his hand at my head to push me towards him. I emptied my lungs and took Ben´s smoke into me. Then I slowly exhaled and a massive cloud escaped. He seemed to be good at this! Ben grinned at me, took another turn at the pipe and fed me the smoke again. This was so fucking hot! I emphasized that with a hard thrust into Ben, that made him gasp and then laugh. “Seems like you… like … that…!” He said, between my thrusts. I had taken my hand absentmindedly from Matts cock and had put it with my other on Ben´s shoulders for more leverage. Matt was still standing at our side, grinning at the show before him and then taking the pipe and lighter, inhaling and exhaling two big clouds while we watched him, his hard cock still standing pretty much straight up, just bending a bit down at the tip. Then Matt motioned for me again and I hesitated. “I don´t know, I feel pretty good already…” I said, my mind going so fast. Ben said: “Oh don´t worry, it just gets better. It´s not like weed, where it’s too much if you continue at the best point. Just take a bit more!” Matt looked at me with big eyes, his pupils dilated, his lips curled to a smile, his cock twitching. He came in and I accepted the smoke into my lungs. Then Matt put a finger on my lips, keeping me from exhaling. “You know what’s hot? Blow it on my cock…” My eyes grew big in surprise, but I guess nothing could happen there. And… I wanted to suck his cock I realized. So I nodded, reaching for his cock, blowing the smoke at it and then caressing his tip with my tongue, sucking up quite the amount of precum. Matt laughed. I looked up at him. “That´s hot man, but really, I meant blowing it around my cock while it’s in your mouth. Let’s do another, okay?” he Said, pushing the stem of the glas pipe between my lips. So I inhaled again. “Hold it for a moment. Let it help you let go Jared. Keep it in your lungs and let it get into your blood and to your brain…” He said in a low, almost hypnotic voice. I kept it for like 20 seconds, then pushed his cock towards my face again and began to really suck it, wrapping my lips around it. When I held a sizeble part of it between my lips, I exhaled the cloud. It was still some white coming out, but much less than I had expected. “Again sweety… That looked so sexy. Next time look up at me, while you do it, okay?” I wanted to ask him, how that could work with me bending down for his cock, but he had already put the stem between my lips, tipped my whole head around with his hands and was lighting the pipe. If I turned my head this way, I could actually look up at him and see his sexy smile I realized… And I grinned back, while I sucked. First the pipe, then his dick. Fuck, it was so majestic, I thought. Having such a big dick must be great and annoying at once… But for sucking, I loved it. While I was mostly top, I really liked sucking nice dicks and could usually deepthroat them. Not so much Matt´s cock, of course. But I could still get a lot of it in my mouth I thought proudly. People who don´t have such a wide jaw as me would probably not stand a chance. So… Then maybe I can be one of his best suckers? The thought occurred to me like I wanted to make Matt proud of me. I looked at him and he had a wide grin on his face. I realized then, that I still held the cloud and slowly exhaled around his cock. “Wow!” Matt said, “you really know how to suck man. And that looked amazing, seeing it vanish in your mouth and your eyes on me, then the cloud escaping your lips… fuck!” His cock twitched and I tasted another bit of precum, but before I could savor it, Matt pulled my head up to his and kissed me again for what felt like an eternity. I´m not sure if I had ever felt such lips… He moved around me slightly, his mouth moving from my lips and along my neck. I could just moan. Neck really was my thing… well, I guess everybody´s, to an extent. Matt licked along my neck, his one hand gripping and cradling my head from the left side. Then… I felt it. First I didn´t realize it in the fog of what was happening. But Matt´s cockhead definitely went slowly into my crack, seeking out my asshole like a heat seeking missile, while Matt slightly pushed against my upper body with his and pushed me towards Ben with his hand on my head.

Have always wanted a guy to use chloroform on a rag to get me very weak, then while I'm still awake, but very limp I see him take a band and wrap it around my arm. I try to protest, but am too weak. I then see him put an IV in my arm, and tape it down. Next he pulls out a bottle and fills a needle with the liquid. He takes the band off my arm, and injects the chem in my arm. He then lifts my arm, and I cough slightly, as my head starts to swim in piggish lust. I then notice that a dozen other guys have come into the scene, and I see the guy take a needle full of his own blood, and inject it into the IV, then start to fuck me. While he's fucking me, the guys pass the needle around, and take turns at injecting their own loads of blood in me, before fucking my mouth and ass. When the evening is done, I'm left exhausted, my ass bleeding, sore, but very happy and full of cum. My stomach also filled with the after fuck piss from the guys, and the taste of my own used ass on my lips from cleaning each guy off after they were done. I don't know what all the guys may have had in their genes, but know that I am now fully initiated into their club of pigs, and ready to breed other guys with them.

First part of many... Milan opens the door, and Mattius stands before him. Mattius says, “You are my submissive, my submissive must be naked and kneel before me.” There's no mistaking the intensity in Mattius' eyes and the urgent, needy tone of his voice. With Mattius holding the door open, Milan immediately removed his clothing. “Give that to me and get on your knees. Milan knelt down and Mattius now said,”Bow to me.”. Milan bowed, and slowly, hesitantly, Milan looks up, and says "You want me to..." he starts, voice barely above a whisper. Mattius steps closer, "Yes," Mattius growls lowly, exposing his soft cock. "I want you to admire this cock and you will worship it like the pathetic little slave you are to be." "Please," Milan whispers shakily, pressing his face into the fabric of the bedsheets. "I... I don't know what to do." Mattius chuckles darkly and strokes Milan's hair reassuringly. "It's alright, bitch. You will learn to be a slave. You just need to follow my lead. Worship me with your mouth and tongue, show me how much you want this." Milan swallows hard and nods. He parts his lips tentatively as Mattius presses the head of his cock against them. At first, he flinches back, overwhelmed by the sudden heat and pressure on his most intimate area. But then, slowly, hesitantly, he starts to open his mouth, letting Mattius' soft shaft slide in with a shuddering gasp. Milan licks and suckles at Mattius' cock eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head as he tries to get used to the sensation of being oral for his master. Mattius is not getting hard though. Instead, Mattius grabs the back of Milan’s head and holds his head firmly. All Milan can feel is submission, desire pulsing through his veins like electricity. He moans into Mattius' cock and then it starts. Mattius releases his urine into Milan’s mouth, commanded to swallow. Milan instinctively obeys as he feels himself being used and degraded - dominated by someone who clearly sees him as little more than an object for their pleasure. But Milan doesn't mind. In fact, it excites him. He knows this is what he wants deeply - to be a submissive, touched, used, owned. And so he continues to drink from Mattius' cock, Mattius an expert is urinating slowly, allowing Milan to drink and swallow every drop. Mattius can tell that Milan is getting afraid - is this too much? But Mattius just reassures Milan, “This is just a start, you are going to be my urinal, keep drinking, slave,” Milan knows there will be no other choice but to take what Mattius wants, to degrade himself for this man who holds all the power. But for now, he can only pray that Mattius will soon finish, but Mattius stops for a minute, and tells Milan to be ready for how you will usually drink - and releases quickly, Milan gagging, spilling piss onto the ground before Mattius. Mattius slap’s Milan’s face and then he pisses all over Milan’s head and tells Milan, “Clean up your mess,” pushing Milan’s face to the floor. Just then two men come walking down the hallway, Mattius smiles at them and they walk on past, watching as Milan cleans the floor by licking up all the piss that has spilt onto the floor. Mattius than grabs Milan and drags him into the room, closes the door and over to the bed. “Show me your ass, slave Milan.” Milan shows Mattius his ass, and Mattius tells Milan, “No, show me your hole.” And Milan uses his hands to show Mattius’ his hole. Mattius’ cock, 23 cm, is solid and hard, and says to Milan, “My cock is already dripping toxic precum, you want my toxic load in your ass?” Milan doesn’t usually talk dirty like this, and it takes a few times for Mattius to get Milan to respond, but soon Milan admits he wants Mattius’ toxic load in his ass. Soon, Milan’s ass takes Mattius' cock, which goes in fast and hard, causing Milan to scream out in pain, but Mattius is ready, holding Milan down, and persists, with his cock breaking through and going deep, without any lube. Milan thinks his ass may be tearing, but the pleasure outweighs those thoughts. Milan’s head is bobbing up and down on the bedsheets like a rag doll as Mattius fucks him roughly. He can feel himself getting close already, but he doesn't want to cum without permission. Not yet. "Yes," Milan gasps out when Mattius pauses for a moment after thrusting into him hard several times. "More... please..." He needs this man's cock inside him. Mattius chuckles darkly. "Good boy," he purrs approvingly before slamming back into Milan with renewed force. The bed creaks under their combined weight as Mattius pounds into him ruthlessly, grunting and growling like a beast in heat. Milan moans helplessly as his body is rocked by the force of Mattius' thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer to orgasm but he bites back a moan, desperate not to cum wanting to revel in the fucking that he is receiving. After what feels like an eternity, but was about 45 minutes, Mattius finally stops thrusting and leans down over Milan with a predatory grin on his face. I’m going to breed you. You’ll want me to breed you forever, if you don’t make me stop right now, you will become an owned slave. Milan moans loudly as the intense pleasure overcomes him, his cock erupting like a geyser, and Mattius' cock shoots deep inside him at that very moment. Mattius feels total power, lightheaded and delirious with lust as his orgasm crashes over him wave after wave - a power enhanced by his toxic virus that will eventually infect Milan. When Milan finally comes down from his high, Mattius is still fucking into him with surprising gentleness, stroking his hair soothingly. "Good slave," Mattius praises when he pulls out of Milan's ass. "You did well." Now, slave you always clean the cock after you are fucked. Milan nods weakly in response, too exhausted and disoriented to argue. He turns around and takes Mattius’ cock into his mouth. He can taste his cum and finds the taste delicious. Mattius then tells Milan, “It is time for a little break. You don’t want to get worn out, because today you will give yourself entirely to me and learn how you behave with a man who will hold all the power over him. And so Milan lies there on the bedsheets, spent and panting from both exertion and emotion, and continuing to clean Mattius’s cock. His mind thinks this is wrong, but the lust is so strong. For now, he doesn't care. He’s with this beautiful man.. But he knows what comes next - more humiliation, more degradation, more of Mattius' twisted desires being forced upon him. And then, Mattius says, “Get ready…” and as the stream of piss goes into Milan’s mouth, he instinctively starts to swallow, and enjoying the feeling of the degradation. As Mattius finishes, he tells Milan, “Let your mind accept this fully. Don’t resist.” Milan will never turn back from this day. The transformation has begun.

Chapter 32: Imposters and Alibis Clearview University Medical. Steighn wing, ER Waiting Room. 00:19 MST. 1-Nov-20XX. REDACTED location. Jack sat hunched in one of the molded plastic chairs in the emergency room waiting area, his injured foot stretched out stiffly in front of him, trying to keep pressure off the ankle that throbbed with every pulse of blood through it. The fluorescent lights overhead were painfully bright after the darkness he had spent crawling through, and the steady noise of the ER—phones ringing, muted conversations, distant overhead pages—felt overwhelming, like his senses hadn’t quite caught up with the fact that he was somewhere safe. Safe. At least… relatively. His head still felt thick and foggy, like he’d just woken up from a bad hangover that refused to fade. Every so often a wave of irritability rolled through him, sharp and unpleasant, followed by a strange heaviness in his limbs that made him feel sluggish and unsteady. The slime. Or whatever the hell that thing had spit on him. He could still remember the first moment it hit his face—warm, viscous, and wrong. The smell alone had nearly made him gag. Even after wiping it away, the effects had lingered. His thoughts had slowed, emotions blunted and distorted, until eventually the haze had begun to thin. Now that it was finally wearing off, the irritation was coming back with a vengeance. Jack rubbed a hand over his face, jaw tightening. Across the waiting room, a television mounted near the ceiling quietly played a local news broadcast. A reporter stood somewhere downtown, speaking in that carefully controlled tone anchors used when they didn’t want to admit how little they actually understood about what was happening. Words drifted through the room. “…multiple disturbances reported across the city tonight…” “…witnesses describing groups of men wearing what appeared to be black, venom-like suits…” “…police are investigating whether the incidents may be connected…” Jack stared at the floor tiles instead of the screen when the press conference showed a picture of him demanding anyone who saw him to call the police. If anyone in the room looked too closely at him right now, they might start making connections he couldn’t afford. He focused instead on breathing through the dull ache in his ankle. And trying not to think about what he had just escaped. But the memories kept clawing their way back anyway. He had woken up in that abandoned hospital wing disoriented and alone. The place looked like it had been closed for decades. The air smelled stale and damp, the walls streaked with old stains where paint had peeled away in curling strips. Broken office furniture had been shoved into corners and stacked haphazardly along the walls like someone had simply abandoned the place mid-cleanout. At first he thought he was alone. Then he heard them. Movement. Voices. Something heavy scraping across the floor somewhere deeper in the building. Jack’s stomach twisted at the memory. The Smilers. And the thing controlling them. He hadn’t waited to find out how close they were. The only idea that had come to him was the ceiling. The ward still had old drop panels, thin and brittle squares meant to hide wiring and plumbing. If he could reach them, maybe he could crawl somewhere the monsters couldn’t follow. So he started stacking furniture. Office chairs. Metal filing cabinets. Half-collapsed desks that screeched loudly as he dragged them into place. The pile swayed dangerously as it grew taller, but eventually it was high enough. Jack climbed. The ceiling panel cracked loudly when he forced it upward, dust and insulation raining down over his head as he shoved himself into the narrow crawlspace above. And the second he pulled himself fully up— The entire stack collapsed beneath him. Metal slammed into tile with a crash that echoed through the empty ward. Jack had frozen instantly, lying flat against the beams above the ceiling tiles, every muscle locked in place. Below him, something moved. Voices stirred. The sound of footsteps. He hadn’t dared breathe. And even if he wanted to climb back down, there was nothing left beneath him but wreckage. Forward was the only direction left. So he crawled. Slowly dragging himself along the narrow beams, careful not to put too much weight on the brittle tiles beneath him. Pipes scraped against his back, insulation clung to his clothes, and every movement made the ceiling creak softly under his weight. Time blurred. Minutes. Hours. He had no idea. Eventually the sounds beneath him changed. The echoing emptiness of the abandoned wing gave way to something else. Electric hum. Voices. A working part of the hospital. Jack found another ceiling panel and pushed it aside. The drop looked manageable. He lowered himself slowly— Then his grip slipped. He hit the ground hard and pain shot through his ankle as it twisted violently under his weight. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. Stars exploded behind his eyes and a strangled cry tore out of him before he could stop it. But the adrenaline came rushing back just as quickly. Jack forced himself upright and staggered down the hallway, half-limping until he found a stairwell. The emergency exit door had opened without resistance, and surprisingly no alarms sounded. Cold air had hit him immediately. He stepped outside and realized he wasn’t just outside the building. He was on hospital grounds. Jack had limped across the campus in a crooked path until he found the glowing red sign for the emergency department. And now he was here. Alive. Probably safe. His stomach growled loudly enough that the woman sitting across from him glanced over with mild annoyance. Jack ignored her and leaned forward, rubbing his temples. God, he was hungry. Not just normal hunger either. It felt deeper than that, like his body had burned through everything it had left just trying to survive the last few hours. Like he hadn’t eaten for days. Across the waiting room, the vending machines hummed quietly. Jack stared at them for a moment. Food sounded like the best idea he’d had all night. Jack pushed himself up from the chair with a quiet hiss as his injured ankle protested immediately. The joint felt stiff and swollen now, each step sending a dull throb up his leg, but the hunger gnawing at his stomach was stronger than the pain. He limped across the waiting room toward the vending machines, one hand braced briefly against the wall for balance as the strange groggy heaviness still clung to the edges of his mind. The machines hummed quietly beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, rows of candy bars and chips stacked behind scratched plastic windows. Jack fished a few crumpled bills out of his pocket and shoved them into the slot of the snack machine. The mechanism whirred and clicked as he punched in a number, watching the spiral coil begin to turn. A bag of chips tipped forward. Then stopped halfway. Jack stared at it. The bag hung there stubbornly between two coils, tilted at an angle like it had simply decided it wasn’t coming out tonight. Like it was mocking him. For a moment he just blinked at it, the fog still clinging to his thoughts slowing the reaction. Then irritation surged back to the surface. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. “I just want something to eat!” He slapped the front of the machine once. The bag didn’t move. Jack hit it again, harder this time. Still nothing. Behind him, a few of the people sitting in the waiting area glanced over with mild curiosity. Jack leaned closer to the glass, squinting at the stuck bag like it had personally insulted him. “Oh, no,” he said under his breath. “No. No, no, no.” He shoved his hand against the side of the machine and rattled it. The bag wobbled slightly. But it didn't fall. The irritation that had been simmering in his chest since the slime started wearing off flared instantly into something hotter. Jack slammed his fist against the front of the machine. The metal frame rattled loudly. Still the bag didn’t move. “Oh, come on! Quit being a stubborn bitch!” He kicked the side of the machine in frustration. Pain exploded up his injured ankle the moment his foot connected. Jack let out a strangled yell and hopped backward, grabbing the edge of the machine to keep from falling over. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” The shout echoed across the waiting room. Now everyone was staring. A woman holding an ice pack against her forehead scowled openly. An older man sitting with his arm in a sling shook his head with quiet disapproval. Jack barely noticed. He was too busy glaring at the machine like it had personally wronged him. His stomach growled again. The sound made him even angrier. “Stupid piece of shit machine—” He slammed his fist against the glass again. The machine rattled loudly, the snacks inside shifting slightly. Still nothing. Jack kicked the side of it again, immediately regretting it as pain shot up his ankle once more. “Goddammit! Just give me my food!” His voice rose louder than he meant it to. “Do you know how much money these things make?” he snapped at no one in particular. “You’d think they could at least give you what you pay for!” A couple sitting nearby exchanged an uncomfortable look. At the check-in desk, one of the nurses frowned and leaned toward a coworker. Jack jabbed a finger at the machine like it was personally responsible for everything wrong with the world. “I just want food,” he snapped, voice rising as frustration boiled over. “Is that too much to ask?” The nurse behind the desk sighed quietly and stood up. Across the room, a security guard had already started walking over. And just behind him, another nurse grabbed the sleeve of a passing doctor, leaning close enough to whisper something urgent. Both of them glanced toward the vending machines. Toward Jack. — Tex had been halfway down the corridor when the nurse caught his sleeve. He stopped automatically, turning as she leaned close and spoke in a low voice meant not to carry across the waiting room. “Sorry, Doctor Kade,” she said quickly, nodding toward the vending machines. “I know you're probably busy, but we’ve got a situation out here. That guy’s getting aggressive and security’s tied up with another patient. Think you could take a look?” Tex followed her line of sight. A man stood at the vending machine with one hand braced against the metal frame, breathing hard like he’d just finished a sprint. The machine itself rattled as he slammed a fist against the glass again, muttering curses loud enough for half the waiting room to hear. Tex started walking toward him automatically, already preparing the standard mental script for dealing with an irritated patient. Calm voice. De-escalation. Ask about symptoms, redirect the frustration. He could do that. Then the man shifted slightly. Tex saw his face. And stopped dead. Jack Blaine. For a split second, Tex’s brain simply refused to process it. Jack was supposed to be— Missing. Possibly dead. Most likely the Alpha. Instead he was standing in front of a vending machine in the ER waiting room, limping, disheveled, and looking like he hadn’t slept in days. Security reached the scene first. “Sir,” the guard said firmly, stepping between Jack and the machine, “I’m gonna need you to calm down.” Jack spun around, ready to argue. His eyes landed on Tex. Recognition hit instantly. “You— I remember you. You left me there, wouldn’t help me get out of the lab from those monsters! It’s your fault!” The words came out loud enough that several heads in the waiting room turned. Tex moved without thinking. He stepped forward quickly and grabbed Jack’s arm in a grip that looked professional but felt anything but gentle. “All right, sir,” Tex said loudly, cutting him off before he could continue. “Let’s get you somewhere private so we can take a look at that ankle. Sorry, everyone.” Jack blinked at him, stunned. Several people let out a sigh of relief, likely glad to not have to deal with Jack attacking a machine and breaking the quiet of the waiting room. Tex leaned in just enough that only Jack could hear the next words. “Shut. Your. Mouth. Or I will put you down in front of everyone here.” Jack froze. Security relaxed slightly, assuming the doctor had the situation under control. Tex didn’t give Jack time to react. He turned and started walking, guiding—no, dragging—Jack toward the hallway leading deeper into the ER. Jack stumbled after him, forced to keep moving as Tex maintained the iron grip on his arm. They passed through the swinging doors separating the waiting area from the treatment wing. The noise of the waiting room faded behind them. Tex pushed open the first empty exam room he found and shoved Jack inside. The door shut behind them with a quiet click. Jack turned toward him immediately, anger and disbelief colliding in his expression. “What the hell—” Tex reached behind his back. The gun appeared in his hand so fast Jack barely saw it happen. Tex pressed the barrel hard into Jack’s ribs. “Say one more word,” Tex said coldly, “and I will personally sedate you with something that’ll put you down until Tuesday. You already saw what I did to two of your lackeys, and I have plenty more where that came from.” Jack went completely still. Tex didn’t waste a second. He stepped in close and pressed the gun harder into Jack’s ribs beneath the drape of the lab coat. The metal was hidden from anyone outside the room, but the message behind it was unmistakable. Jack froze instantly. For a moment neither of them spoke. Tex studied him carefully. Up close, Jack looked like he had crawled out of a disaster zone. His clothes were smeared with grime and dust, streaked with dark stains Tex couldn’t immediately identify. His hair was matted with sweat and insulation fibers. The faint sour smell clinging to him suggested something worse than just a long night. Tex’s nose wrinkled slightly. Sewers. That was the only thing that made sense. The city was being attacked by things crawling out of the dark. Jack shows up looking like he’s been living underground. It fit too neatly. Tex’s voice came out low and controlled. “We all know you’re the Alpha. Have to admit, the act in the lab was rather good.” Jack blinked. “What?” “Don’t,” Tex snapped. He shoved Jack backward into the exam table, the metal frame rattling loudly. “Do not start that innocent act with me.” Jack’s eyes darted toward the gun pressing into his side. Tex leaned closer. “Do you have any idea how many people those things have turned tonight?” he said quietly. “How many of my friends I’ve watched get hauled through this hospital? Or worse, have sent chasing after me on your orders?” Jack swallowed hard. Tex didn’t stop. “And now the guy running the lab where this nightmare started just magically shows up in my ER looking like he just crawled out of a storm drain.” Tex’s expression hardened. “You want to tell me that’s a coincidence?” Jack shook his head weakly. “No—no, you’ve got this completely wrong—” Tex gave a humorless laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I do,” he said. “You’re really selling the part, too. Limping around, screaming at vending machines, pretending you don’t know what’s going on.” He pressed the gun harder into Jack’s ribs. “But I’ve seen what those things can do, Jack. I’m not stupid. I know I turn my attention for even a second and you’ll slime me as well.” Jack stared at him, stunned. “So let’s skip the theater,” Tex continued. “Quit acting like you’re innocent.” Jack let out a shaky breath. “You think I’m controlling them?” he asked. “Yes.” The answer came instantly. Jack gave a short, disbelieving laugh, his motions sluggish. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Tex’s grip tightened slightly. “I barely made it out alive,” Jack said hoarsely. “I woke up trapped in that place with them. Those things were everywhere.” Tex’s expression didn’t budge. Jack ran a hand over his face, frustration creeping into his voice. “I climbed through the ceiling to get out,” he said. “Stacked furniture, broke through the tiles, crawled through the crawlspace until I found another wing.” He pointed weakly toward his ankle. “Fell through when the stack collapsed. Twisted my ankle on the way down.” Tex’s gaze flicked briefly to the injury, then back to Jack’s face. Jack gestured toward the hallway outside. “Then I limped across half the campus trying to get here.” Tex remained silent. Jack’s voice rose slightly. “You think I want anything to do with those things?” Tex tilted his head slightly. “Given that you’re the one who built the lab where this started? That they took you with them when they escaped containment? That you seem perfectly unharmed?” he said flatly. “Yeah. I do.” Jack stared at him for a long moment. Then something shifted in his expression. “You… you don’t actually know who it is, do you?” he said slowly. Tex didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Jack blinked. “Oh my god,” he muttered. “You really don’t. He said he’d make me pay. That everyone would blame me.” Tex’s jaw tightened. “If you know something,” he said evenly, “now would be the time.” Jack nodded quickly. “Yeah,” he said, suddenly urgent. “Yeah, I do.” He leaned forward slightly. “It’s not me. It’s him. He… he… he said—” The words slurred halfway out of his mouth. Jack blinked. His eyes suddenly lost focus. Tex frowned. “What?” Jack swayed on his feet. “Huh… I don’t… I don’t feel so good. I feel dizzy.” The adrenaline that had kept him upright all night finally gave out. His knees buckled. He collapsed forward onto the floor before Tex could react. The room fell quiet again. Tex stared down at him for a long second. “Really?!…You have got to be fucking kidding me.” — Clearview University Medical - Dumpf Tower, basement. 00:03 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Dr. Grant could not move. His body stood rigid in the middle of the old hospice room, arms hanging uselessly at his sides, fingers trembling faintly but never quite lifting. The Alpha held him there like a puppet with invisible strings, forcing him to watch the same moment repeat over and over again. Julian lay in the bed. The sheets were still drawn up to his chest, the same way the nurses had left them when they realized there was nothing left for them to do. The monitor beside the bed was silent now, its screen dark, but Grant could still hear the echo of that final flat tone ringing in the back of his mind. Julian’s eyes were open. Empty. Color had already begun draining from his skin, leaving him pale and still beneath the dim yellow glow of the bedside lamp. “You didn’t save me.” The voice came from Julian. But his lips didn’t move. Grant’s chest tightened painfully. “I tried,” he whispered hoarsely. “I did everything I could. You know I did.” Julian’s head turned slowly on the pillow. Dead eyes fixed on him. “You didn’t do enough.” Grant tried to step forward. His body refused to obey. “You let me die.” A tear slipped down Grant’s cheek. “You failed me.” The words struck harder this time. “You essentially built up my hope and killed me.” Grant squeezed his eyes shut— and they snapped open again instantly. The Alpha would not allow him even that mercy. Julian’s corpse continued staring at him, unblinking. “You were supposed to save me.” Grant’s shoulders trembled with silent sobs. For a long moment the only sound in the room was the uneven rhythm of his breathing. Then Grant’s head tilted slightly. The movement was subtle. Wrong. A faint smile began to form across his lips. “Awww…. So much guilt,” he murmured softly. The voice was Grant’s. But the tone was not. Grant felt the Alpha moving inside him like a second shadow, something cold pressing against the edges of his mind. The illusion around them flickered faintly, the walls of the hospice room distorting like reflections in water. Grant’s eyes shifted toward Julian again. “You’re not going to win,” he said quietly. The smile widened. “Oh, I don’t know,” the Alpha replied. He leaned closer, Grant’s body bending toward the bed as though speaking intimately to the corpse. “I think I already have.” The Alpha straightened slowly and turned toward the door, as if preparing to leave. Then he paused. Grant felt the presence settle deeper inside him, pressing firmly against the edges of his thoughts. “You know,” the Alpha said conversationally, “I think I’m done borrowing your mind.” Grant’s breath caught. The Alpha leaned closer to the mirror of the illusion, as if examining the borrowed face. “I’ll just be borrowing our body for a little bit,” he continued calmly. “It will work much better for what I have planned. I know just the thing I need to draw out our little anomaly.” The words echoed through Grant’s skull. The room shattered. The illusion collapsed like glass breaking apart in slow motion. The hospice room dissolved around them. Julian vanished. The bed, the lamp, the walls—everything faded into nothing. When reality returned, Grant found himself standing in a different place entirely, feeling himself pulling on his clothes. A cracked mirror hung over a rusted sink. The air smelled damp and stale. A neglected hospital bathroom in the basement. Grant stared at his reflection. His face looked pale. Eyes red from crying. The faintest traces of black veins receded under his labcoat as his teeth shrank and eyes cleared. He felt panicked, watching at how easily the signs of infection disappeared. But the expression shifting across it was now calm. Too calm. Grant lifted one hand slowly, flexing his fingers as if reacquainting himself with them. “Much better,” the Alpha murmured through his mouth. “This form of our body does have some perks.” Inside his own mind, Grant screamed. The Alpha felt it. He smiled at the mirror. “You really do make this so entertaining,” he said softly. Grant’s reflection stared back helplessly. The Alpha straightened Grant’s… no… their shoulders and studied the reflection carefully. Then he began to rehearse. Fear. He widened Grant’s eyes. Panic. He quickened the breathing. Desperation. He let Grant’s shoulders sag slightly, lips parting as though he had been running. The Alpha watched each version critically, adjusting tiny details until the performance felt convincing. Grant felt every movement. Every stolen breath. Finally, the Alpha nodded to himself. “Yes,” he murmured. “This will do nicely, I think.” Grant’s body turned away from the mirror and stepped out into the dim basement corridor. Grant’s memories unfolded easily now. Hallways. Stairwells. The route to the emergency department. He walked calmly through the hospital, humming softly as he went. Then he saw someone ahead in the hallway. A man in scrubs moving quickly. Trevor. Grant’s heart lurched violently inside his chest. The Alpha smiled. Perfect. Couldn’t have planned it better. The humming stopped. His expression shifted instantly into panic. He broke into a desperate run. “Trevor!” he shouted. “Help!” — Trevor Kade moved quickly down the corridor, one hand still holding the small insulated case against his side as he scanned the hallway ahead. The hospital had that strange late-night stillness that only came after midnight—when the ER never truly slowed down, but the rest of the building seemed to hold its breath between emergencies. His mind was racing, attention split. Half on the doses he had just retrieved. And half on the fact that Toby was currently impersonating him while General Krell prowled around the hospital asking questions. Trevor exhaled slowly, trying to organize the next steps in his head. They had proof now. The drug worked. They had more doses. A weapon against those infected. Mason Hawke’s eyes had changed. His skin had begun to normalize. It wasn’t a full reversal yet, but it was enough to interrupt the infection’s progression. If they could stabilize Toby and Elias’s commander the same way— “Trevor! Help!” The voice echoed sharply down the hallway. Trevor turned instinctively. A man was running toward him from the far end of the corridor. His tattered lab coat flapped behind him as he ran, breath ragged, face pale and drawn with fear. Trevor blinked in disbelief. “Dr. Grant?” Grant stumbled the last few steps toward him and grabbed the edge of the wall as if he needed it to stay upright. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, one hand clutching the front of his coat. “Trevor—thank god,” he gasped. “I thought I wasn’t going to find anyone.” Trevor stared at him. Clark Grant wasn’t supposed to be here. The last he had heard from Toby, Grant had disappeared earlier that evening. Carried off by those things. “How did you—” Trevor began. Grant shook his head quickly, cutting him off. “No time,” he said breathlessly. “I barely got away.” Trevor frowned slightly. “Away from what?” Grant leaned closer, lowering his voice as if afraid someone might overhear them. “Follow me and I can explain everything,” he said. “What happened at the lab, the virus, all of it. The thing controlling them—” Trevor felt his pulse spike. Something was off. Since when did Clark Grant ever refer to him by his first name? Trevor frowned as his mind rushed to put the pieces together. Grant swallowed hard. “It’s what I was trying to tell you earlier,” he continued quickly. “In the text message.” Trevor went still. The hallway suddenly felt much quieter. He stared at Grant. “…The what?” Grant blinked. “The text message,” he repeated, voice tight with urgency. “I sent you—” Trevor’s eyes hardened. “You didn’t send me a text.” Grant froze. For a brief moment the panic on his face seemed to falter. Trevor’s voice dropped, cold and controlled. “You sent me an email. The real Clark Grant would know that. And he never called me by my first name. Just who the fuck are you?” Silence stretched between them. Grant’s expression slowly shifted. The fear drained from his eyes. His posture straightened slightly. Then he sighed. “…I should have known,” he murmured. Trevor took a step back. “Who are you, really?” he asked quietly. Grant tilted his head slightly. “He always was meticulous about details,” he said calmly. “Of course he would intentionally misremember things like that just to throw another wrench into the fray.” Trevor’s stomach dropped. The thing wearing Grant’s face stepped closer. “Fortunately, it won’t do anything to my perfect plan. Unfortunately for you,” it continued mildly, “he’s not the one driving right now.” Trevor reacted instantly, stepping back another pace. But the Alpha moved faster. A thick strand of black, viscous slime shot from Grant’s mouth before Trevor could fully react. It splattered across his face. The smell hit him first—sharp and metallic and wrong. Trevor gagged instinctively. The world tilted violently. His muscles suddenly refused to respond. “What—” His knees buckled. The last thing Trevor saw before the floor rushed up to meet him was the calm, almost amused expression on Dr. Grant’s face. Then everything went dark. The Alpha looked down at the unconscious doctor at his feet. For a moment, he simply studied him. Then he crouched and lifted Trevor easily, draping him over his shoulder like dead weight before grabbing the case that had fallen to the ground. “Well,” he murmured thoughtfully, adjusting his grip. “This one should do nicely. Time to call the cavalry back in.” He started walking again, humming softly to himself as he headed back toward the older wing of the hospital. “Let’s see how that stubborn little anomaly and your brother react to this.” END OF THE THIRD ACT.

Was a few months ago. Met a 30-something latino guy at his apartment. He said he likes to fuck raw but I asked him if he could wear a condom since I wasn't on PreP at the time. When I got there, I started blowing him. I saw the condom on his bed side table. Not long after, we were ready to fuck. He spinned me around doggy, lubed up his cock and started rubbing it against my crack. I was so horned up, I never asked him to put the condom on when he started to slide in. 20 minutes later, after a rough pounding, he shot his load inside me.

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Last night. Went to the gay sauna and Dirty Dicks in Amsterdam. Took 15 raw cocks and two loads. One of those loads was after a pissfuck. There was a Golden Shower party in the Dirty Dicks. It was also a real fuck fest. Was fisted 4 times as well. Only two loads though. After all, it was a very horny evening.

Love that too Sometimes i wish I could get them preg. If not me, at least some other randome dures that breeds that sloppy hole. Males gotta try

And thank God for that

Excellent fucking from my "Boy". And his friend! Technically my stud isn't a boy anymore. He's 25. But extremely virile. Ruggedly handsome and he fucks me so good a few times a week. BIG cock too (8"). And this time he brought a friend. Friend watched him giving it to me really good. Like he wanted to perform for his friend 🙂 Long fuck. I came and he finally nutted deep in my ass. Friend took his turn. Cock not as big as my Boy but he gave it t me good too. Friend is a bit rougher. Fucked hard. He pumped his load in deep and then watched me getting a second load from Boy stroking his cock. Boy fucked even longer before he shot his load. Making me cum again in the process. And then he said to his friend "you wanna go again too?". YES! He mounted me and banged away. He hammered my hole! Made me cum again!!! Boy was cheering him on to fuck my "Daddy ass" even harder. Fuck I thought he would never cum! Flithy mouth too (I love that hehe). I like being a "dirty Daddy". He almost growled when he came. Pretty exhausting but so good! It's been a while since I orgasmed three times! when they were leaving I told Friend he was welcome anytime to join Boy hehe!! This was one to remember 😉

Well said. It's up to no one to judge others, decide what's right or wrong for others, and that's totally ok.

This is the follow-up from my post yesterday about a new hookup wanting to get me pregnant. So here goes. I found this guy on BBRT. He's like 20 years younger than me. He's not worried about age - he just had a 3 day load of seed that he needed to deposit. Works for me. I had some problems with clean-out but finally got that under control. I arrived at his place already pre-lubed and ready for breeding. So, I wasn't really interested in anything but getting fucked. He was hard already so we were good to go. I hit the floor on all fours. He fingered my hole and once he realized I was pre-lubed he shoved 3 fingers in and started to finger fuck me. How romantic! I haven't been fucked in awhile - about 2 months - so I was ready to take his 7" cut cock. Damn, he was thick. He fucked me for awhile. I kept encouraging him to go balls deep - I think that was his original plan anyway. So, he was good at being a top. I liked the fact he kept talking about knocking me up. After the breeding we said our good byes with plans to return. It was different for me as the entire breeding was just that - no talk, no politeness - just a top needing to breed and a bottom needing to take a load. We agreed to try this arrangement every 1 - 2 weeks. I'm still feeding my cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays so I wasn't worried about cumming myself - the last think I need is my cocksucker complaining about reduced loads for his throat. I'm visiting Chicago in a few weeks. I'm hoping to get as many loads as possible there - just in case this guy wasn't successful at knocking me up. Fingers crossed!! 😉

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Yes, I am that old. 59 Bareback Bottom and I will keep taking loads for the rest of my life. I have no plans to quit. Rented straight porn but my focus was on the guy, not the girl. I messed around in high-school with a couple buddies. Then I rented a bisexual movie and was more interested in the Men than females. When I knew I was gay and only into Men, I found a slightly older gay man and moved into his house. No more sneaking around. He was a Dominate Top into rope/blindfolds and spanking. Not my scene which is why we were friends and not lovers. No smart phones, text or talk only. House phone was general purposes, but text phone was simply for sex. My outgoing voicemail was Direct. Standard message "I am a gay white man looking for Men for good time." Leave a msg if interested. 6 months later, a guy I was dating took me to our local bathhouse. 3 months later I worked at the bathhouse. 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Especially for Easter, an exciting and intense story. The story will consist of several parts. Here is the first part, largely the introduction, but which is an important part of the ongoing story. have fun reading and I look forward to the reactions and reviews. Part 1: My first move The bus smells like stale air and old vinyl seats, but I barely notice it. My fingers tap against my thigh, restless. Outside the window, the city lights blur past-neon signs for bars, a small laundromat still open at this hour, clusters of people laughing under streetlamps. I' ve only been in the city for three weeks ; everything still feels so new. It is a stark contrast to the sleepy hum of my hometown, a place where the biggest excitement is the annual county fair. Here, every brick, every shadow, holds a story, a secret. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon blur of storefronts paint streaks across the pane. My breath fogs against the glass, a transient cloud obscuring the urban landscape, much like the uncertainty swirling inside me. So many people, so many different kinds and stories . I adjust the collar of my shirt, though it is not tight -just something to do with my hands. The party invite had said *Easter Bunny Bash*, all caps like it was shouting at me. I'd signed up without thinking much. I just clicked the button before I could chicken out. Now, the bus is slowly nearing the address, and my stomach twists . Not exactly nervous. More like... electric. After a while, the bus groaned and started to slow down. It halts, a sigh of hydraulic air escaping underneath. *This is it.* I grab the strap of my small duffel bag, my knuckles white. The address I'd painstakingly typed into my phone is glowing, a digital beacon guiding me to this new chapter. It is not just a new city; it is a new me. The small town had offered comfort, yes, but also a cage, its bars forged from whispered judgments and unspoken expectations. Here, anonymity is a cloak, a shield, and permission, all rolled into one. I can be anyone, do anything. Tonight, I plan to do "everything". Stepping off the bus, the night air hits me, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, something sweet from a nearby bakery, and an underlying current of something electric, almost dangerous. My eyes scan the street. A block ahead, a constellation of neon lights bleeds into the darkness, painting the sidewalk in lurid reds, blues, and electric purples. The sauna is easy to spot. A glowing pink sign pulses above the door, casting ripples of light across the wet pavement. - The Rabbit Hole-, the sign pulsating in neon pink light. Below it, a smaller sign, equally vibrant, flashes : Easter Bunny Bash - Tonight! photo of the building and the street Men are walking in and out, most of them dressed casually , almost anonymous . A nervous feeling is stirring in my stomach, like anxious butterflies. This is not just any party. This is *the* party. The one I signed up for online, a daring click of a button that felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the time I signed in. I, Luke, nineteen years old, fresh out of the small-town closet, am about to lose my virginity right here in the big city. Not to some awkward fumbling in a college dorm, but here, in this labyrinth of desire, at a gay sauna, surrounded by men who know exactly what they do and want... what I want... My past flickers through my mind like a poorly edited movie: stolen glances in high school hallways, the hesitant, clumsy experiments with my own body under the sheets, the few furtive hookups that never went beyond touching, kissing , or a quick blowjob in a parked car or toilet. *Sucking cock.* That was the furthest I have gone in my sexual experience. I am still a blank canvas, eager for color, for texture, for the messy, vibrant strokes of real intimacy. I crave more than just sensation; I crave connection, even if it is just for one night, a raw, primal connection that bypasses all the societal filters, getting more experience , to take the next step in my own exploration of my sexuality. I want it and I'll get it tonight. The closer I get to the neon glow, the louder the music gets, coming out of the building, a low, rhythmic beat that seems to synchronize with my own heartbeat . My hands are getting clammy. What am I exactly expecting? Do I have doubts? I'm getting more and more nervous. The website had been vague, tantalizing. "Embrace your inner bunny," I had read, "let your desires run wild." I had clicked "bottom," a decision that felt both instinctual and strategic. I knew I liked to submit, to be taken, to be led . That's what I always do. I always let the other guy take the lead, to seduce me, to kiss me, and even guide me to suck his cock. So I'll let myself be led again, but with a goal... I want to be filled, stretched, claimed. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. Slowly, I walk to the entrance . A bored-looking guy with a clipboard glances up as I approach . "Hi, im Luke, i signed up for...." I stutter nervously. "Confirmation mail..." he says loudly . I fumble for my phone, pulling up the confirmation email. "No name, just a code. All anonymous" he says, almost confirming that that was why he didn't want to hear my name. He scans it, nods , and jerks his chin toward the dimly lit hallway behind him. "Front hall. They'll get you set up." The guy opens the door as I slowly walk in. I swallow deeply , nervous as I am, as I take a step inside. The front hall is warmer than I expected, humid air sticking to my skin the second I step inside. It smells faintly of chlorine and something muskier underneath. A thumping bass of the music is vibrating through the floor, up my feet, and into my bones. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This is it. No turning back now. Let's see what this party will bring me and how I'll walk out of here again. I step through a short, dimly lit corridor ; the sound of laughter and distant music is growing louder before I emerge into an open hall. My eyes widen . The room is a riot of color and guys. It is turned into some sort of Easter bunny setting - lots of pink, yellow flowers, green fake grass, eggs... you name it. A group of guys is swirling around, most still wearing their casual street clothes but with an undeniable air of expectation. There are signs hanging on the ceiling , tops and bottoms , guiding which line you have to stand in . I just arrived on time, at the starting time, so if I have to guess, most guys are already inside. I look at which line I have to stand in; bottom , there are just four guys in front of me in this line. As I walk to the line, I see him. He is standing in the center of the hall, lit up by some pulsating light, a figure who embodies pure power. His eyes are dark black, his jawline tight. His body... just huge and muscular . He is enormous, a towering sculpture of muscle and dark skin, dressed in a surprisingly pristine white bunny suit. The ears, long and floppy, almost try to hide a face that has all sharp angles , a face that shows sexual amusement, a dominant sexual face and grin. A broad, confident smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His chest presses tight against the soft, fluffy fabric. Tight, as if he were about to tear out of it. His arms... bigger than my upper legs... a rough but gentle , most sexy fluffy bunny I have ever seen. He is holding a large wicker basket, overflowing with plastic eggs in every color: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, sunny yellow. My breath hitched. He... this bunny... is breathtaking, a walking, breathing fantasy. My nervousness spikes, replaced by a potent cocktail of lust, excitement, and awe. The line is slowly, but steadily , getting smaller and smaller. Before I even know it, I'm in the front , still gazing at him. His smile widens and a predatory gleam appears in his dark gaze. "Welcome, little bunny," his voice rumbles, deep and smooth, like warm honey. It cuts through the music playing in the background , his voice pulling me even more into his orbit while he gestures to the basket. "Pick your fate." My legs feel like lead, but I force myself forward, one step after another, until I stand right before him. His presence is overwhelming, a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle. He smells a bit exotic, a mix of spices and clean sweat. I swallow as I reach into the basket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool plastic of the eggs before grabbing a bright yellow one. It feels lighter than it looks. Slowly, I pull it out of the basket. "A yellow one," he smirks while his eyes twinkle. He watches me, deep in my eyes ; his gaze is intense as I twist the two halves apart from the fake yellow egg. Inside, nestled on a bed of synthetic grass, I find a single, vibrant yellow jockstrap. It is made of a thin, stretchy, almost translucent fabric. I can't imagine it will hide anything, especially my ass. My heart is pulsing in my throat . I know what this means ; I need to wear this. This is the bottom sign . All the guys signed in as bottoms would get special colored clothing, and I just picked my color to play. The black guy, dressed up as a bunny, leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, dominastic whisper, his breath warm against my ear. The scent of him is intoxicating, creating a shiver that runs down my spine. "This means your special color is yellow, little bunny ," he smirks softly. He pulls back as he straightens his body again, his smile slowly turning into a full-blown grin. "Go to the changing rooms. You'll find them at the back ; just walk down that hallway and go to the right. Get rid of everything else. This," he points to the yellow jockstrap, "is all you'll be wearing tonight." I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. My voice gone, so I can only nod to him slowly , my eyes still locked into his. "And listen carefully, boy," he continues, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, but intimate enough to feel like a secret shared only with me. "Anyone who picks a yellow egg, they get to play with you. No exceptions... And the rules? You set them. Or you don't. The party host is not responsible for anything that happens in here tonight. This is your journey. Your adventure. Your pleasure. And your pain." A shiver of fear, excitement, temptation , and lust shoots through me. *My pleasure. My pain.* The words resonate deep within. Some primal feelings occur , the feeling of being hunted, wanting to be hunted, wanting to be owned. Some feeling I did not know I possessed. "Understood?" he asks, his gaze watching me deep in my eyes. I only manage to nod again, my voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Good boy." He winks . "Now go. Have fun." I turn around , the yellow jockstrap clutched in my hand. Slowly, I start to walk up the hallway, then to the right and right to the changing rooms . I'll pick one . The changing room is small, individual, with a narrow bench, a mirror, and a hook on the wall. I slip inside, the flimsy door clicking shut behind me. A single fluorescent light above me casts a harsh glow on the worn tile floor. I strip off my clothes, each item feeling heavier than the last. My jeans, my t-shirt, my boxers - I lay them in a pile on the bench, a small mound of fabric representing the cautious, inexperienced boy I am about to shake off. In just a few minutes, I am completely naked in the changing room , watching myself in a mirror that's hanging in front of me, my white naked skin in the cool air, my blond curly hair . My body, fit from years of casual sports, has no chest hair ; my pubes are carefully shaved smooth just for tonight. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but ready. As I watch myself, I'm getting a bit hard ; it is a mix of nerves and desire. I can feel my cock swelling up slightly from expectations of what will come. I pick up the yellow jockstrap. The fabric feels surprisingly soft against my fingers while I pull it up my legs, over my hips, the elastic waistband tight against my skin. My cock, clearly visible and a bit hard, is pushing against the thin fabric. This fabric won't hide anything, I guess. My ass, round and clearly visible , the fabric is pushing tight against my hole. I feel exposed, ready to be used. It is revealing, almost obscene, but a thrill shoots through me. This is it. This is my uniform for the night. My invitation. My surrender. I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My blonde curly hair, my eyes wide and a little wild. I take a deep, shaky breath. *No limits.* That's what I'd told myself before I signed in. I want to be dominated, to be challenged, to flirt, to play. I want to experience everything, every sensation, every nuance of pleasure and pain. This is not just about losing my virginity; it is about finding myself, pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of my own desires. I run a hand over my shaven pubes, and grab my balls through the thin yellow fabric. The jockstrap feels like a second skin, so tight and tender. The thought of all the eyes, all these hands, on me, on my body, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine the hard fucking, the exquisite pain, the primal release. A dark, exhilarating anticipation pulses in my chest. I take one last look at my reflection. The boy from the small town is gone. Tonight, I am the yellow bottom , a willing prey, ready to step into the unknown. I push the changing room door open to the other side. The sound of a party rushes in, the music, the beats, the men talking, sounds of pleasure and whirlpools and splashing, a symphony of desire, as I walk my first steps into the gay sauna, into..... the Easter Bunny Bash.....

Perhaps a gathering for a barbecue or a camping trip or something else like that is the way to get this going. If I lived in a rural area I would invite others over to get this group started. Anyone up for organizing something like this?

Need more like this. Specially the later bits [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/poppers-hole-trainer-wreck-it-1-22hrs/

Have a good time. Tell us about the breeding session and him impregnating you ass

After leaving Jane's apartment, I felt a little uneasy at what just happened. I can't think of any moment in my life prior to meeting Rick where this would have happened. I just gave a bj to a father of a roommate of my ex-girlfriend. I went to run a few other errands including the store to pick up some groceries for the house. As I was getting some fruit and vegetables I noticed an older man looking at me. He was around 5'9" thin build. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. I was in my running shorts again and he kept looking me up and down. He smiled when he saw that I saw him looking. I finished shopping and saw him in the parking lot. "Nice running shorts. You run a lot" he said "Thank you. Once in a while, but not often" I said "Really you are very fit. You have a nice tight body" he said looking me up and down. I could see a bulge in his shorts. "Thank you. I am more of a swimmer" I said "Oh me too. Where do you go swimming" he said "the pool at the community college" I replied "Me too. I go there once in a while. Maybe I will run into you there. That would be nice. I am Tom" he said reaching out his hand I shook his hand. He had a nice grip and held it for a few seconds longer than a normal hand shake. "I am Dan" I said "Nice to meet you Dan. I hope to see you at the pool one day. What days do you go swimming?" he asked "I don't have set days. I just go when I have free time or need to exercise" I said "I will be there tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope to see you there" he said looking me up and down. The attention made me blush and my cock a little hard which I think he noticed. "Ok maybe, thank you" I said. We both then walked to our cars. I ran one more errand and then went home. Rick was still at work. I put away the groceries and decided to jump in the pool for a swim. After swimming for about 20 minutes I ended up laying on a lounge chair under the shade. I fell asleep then woke up when I heard Rick in the backyard with me. "Hey sleep head" he said. He was in his swimsuit with a hard cock. "Fuck I love when I can see your hard cock like that in your suit. It looks so hot" I said and then reached out and started to rub his cock thru the swimsuit. He moaned. "Yeah you love Daddy's cock don't you" he said "Yes I do. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it and tasted it" I said smiling and the pull down his swimsuit and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, licking him and worshipping his thick stick. He moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged but recovered and swallowed almost his whole cock. I had become quite good in deepthroating his huge meat. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock. I sucked him for a couple more minutes. I pulled down my swimsuit and bent over. "Fuck me Daddy please. I want your sperm in me baby. Make me pregnant please" I said shaking my ass at him. He lined up and in one thrust plunged into me. I winced and yelled out. Even though I had his cum in me he is still huge and difficult to take on one slam in. He didn't relent and kept up his pace. He fucked me hard. I just moaned dropped my head down and pushed back on his cock trying to get it all in me with each thrust. He kept his pace and started to spasm and he moaned, "Here you go boy" and shot his load into me. He kept fucking me grinding me for a few more minutes. He pulled out slowly and I clinched to keep his cum in me. Some of it leaked out. I licked it up off the chair and cleaned his cock off. I stood up and we kissed deeply with his hands on my ass squeezing them. We went inside to clean up and start to make dinner. He left for his bedroom and came back in. "Bend over" he commanded I bent over right there in the kitchen. "Lick this. Its a cunt plug" he said. I was a rubber thing that looked thin at top, widened and then tapered back down. Then it had a base to it. Then he stuck it in my ass. I moaned. "This will keep my cum in you so you don't lose any and it soaks into your cunt. We want to do everything to knock you up" he said It felt funny and arousing. I started to get a hard on. He grabbed my cock. "Somebody likes that thing in his pussy" he said I nodded and kissed him. "I do. I love everything you do to me" I said. He kissed me and then slapped my ass. We went back to making dinner. The butt plug or cunt plug as he called it kept hitting my prostate. As I walked around and made dinner it kept me aroused. He noticed my cock was hard and had precum leaking. "Hmmm boy, your pussy is so sensitive isn't it. It loves the new toy" he said and grabbed the plugged and pushed it deeper and rotated it. I let out a loud moan, it felt so good. My cock throbbed and precum leaked more. He kept it up and I had to hang onto the counter. I pushed out my ass to give him more access as he worked it in my hole. He rubbed my cock a bit and precum leaked on the floor. Then he stopped instantly and walked away. I stood there breathing hard with one leg partially in the air. He stood looking at me and laughed.

I opened my eyes, it was 8:30am. I felt my ass wet then a tongue. It was Rick licking my ass. I was sleeping on my side and moved one of my knees further up to give him more access and let out a moan. "Your pussy tastes good in the morning" he said. He went back to eating me out and fingering me. I felt his fingernail scrape me again. He leaned over and kissed me our tongues danced. Then I felt his cock push into my ass. I moaned into his mouth. He was half way in. It still hurt a bit as he pushed into me. In this position he was stretching my ass in a different angle. After he was all the way in me, he started to pound me. I lay there on my side panting and moaning. Feeling him deep in me and pushing and invading my depths. My cock was now hard and leaking. He kept up his pace. This was not intimate and not animal. It was with purpose, to dump another load of his poz hot cum in my cunt. I lay there in bliss taking his cock, relishing as he raked over my prostate and grunted as I felt the scrapes burn as with each thrust of his fat cock reopens the scrape. I grunt thru the pain knowing this will help his DNA latch onto mine and impregnate me. This realization makes my ass throb and squeeze and my cock leak. "Hmm what you thinking about boy. I see you looking into space but feel your cunt squeeze my cock" he said "I am feeling your cock deep in my cunt. I feel it rip the scrapes you have made in me. I know it will help with you marking me with your DNA and impregnating me. It makes me feel sexy and I get aroused even though it hurts when I feel your cock rip in me" I said calmly holding his arm as he thrust in me. "Yes it will. I want to knock you up so bad baby. I am so happy you are accepting and wanting your place as my bottom and to enjoy all the pleasure that will come with it" he said as he started to pick up pace fucking me hard. I moaned and panted as he picked it up. In a few strokes he raked and rammed my prostate making moan even louder. We kissed and then he started to kiss and nibble at my neck, making me moan even louder. His hand found my nipples and pinched them. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably, and started again to feel that wave deep in my ass and groin and started to cum. "Im cumming Daddy" I yelled And he picked up his pace even more pumping into me and started to moan and unleash more of his potent ball cream into me. I felt one or two spurts into me mixing with my ass juice. "Ahhhhhh fuck your cunt is squeezing me boy" he moaned. I could feel my ass wrapping around his cock. He kept pumping into me. I felt all his cum from the night push deeper into me. He finally slowed down sweat dripping on me and pulled out his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood and ass juice. I went down and on him and licked and sucked his meat. We both lay back and also ate my cum that was on the sheets. "Thank you Daddy" I said "You are welcome baby" he said. "Lets get some breakfast" he said.

True. It depends on the scenery. Once in Gran Canaria I fucked a random boy in the darkroom, ass up on a fuckbench. Fucked and loaded him. Did some walking in circles in the club afterwards. After about 15 min. I re-entered the darkroom, the boy was still there on the same spot. I touched his ass and jockstraps, which was drenched with cum. It made me get hard again in a split second and fucked his sticky cumass again and delivered a second load in him again. Bare and lots of cum involved is boner material too me. Poz is always a bonus and a toxic one I can only dream of. Poz on meds myself .

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

I'm 56 and certainly have no intention of stopping at 60. I'm going to keep doing it for as long as I possibly can.

Bob was going to spend a week at his big brother Shaun's apartment in New York City. Bob's 21st birthday was that week and his older brother told him they could go bar hopping too. Shaun was 28 years old and had already made so much money but he still had a roommate. Well Eric wasn't really a roommate but was his lover however neither Bob nor their parents knew. Shaun and Bob grew up in a very conservative religious sect and Shaun had moved to New York so he could come out yet remain in the closet to his family. Eric didn't like having to hide being gay but he loved Shaun and understood the situation so before Bob arrived he moved his clothes into one of the guest rooms. Shaun picked his brother up at the airport and saw his little brother still looked like a young boy. Bob is 5'7" and 125 pounds and had a tight body from years on the school swim team. His dirty blond hair was mid length and messy as it always was except when they went to church. His blue eyes were so blue they lookrd like dolls eye and everyone commented how cute they were and when he smiled as he often did he had the most adorable dimples. No one would think they were brothers as Shaun was 5'11" and 185 pounds and his body was clearly a gym body with nice muscles but not too much. He had brown eyes and short neat brown hair in the same style he wore his whole life and was the only conservative thing about him. While Bob was dressed in his usual skater attire Shaun wore Levi's jeans and a simple black T-shirt that accented his chest. "Bobby welcome to the City of Sin" Shaun exclaimed as he hugged his brother. Only his family still called him Bobby as he switched to calling himself Bob when he was 16 and was tired of being a little boy. "Wow! Shaun you got your ear pierced! Guess you don't ever plan on going home again". "That was two years ago, and I remove it when I visit home" "That's so cool you get to live here and not worry about what Dad and Mom will think. Dad yelled at me just last month when he saw me checking out a friends tattoo" Shaun grabbed one of Bob's bags and they took a cab into the City. During the ride Shaun pointed out various landmarks and they talked about what they might do together during Bob's visit. When Shaun pointed out a health club and told his brother that is where he and Eric workout, his brother asked why he has a roommate since he was rich. Shaun told him that he was small town rich but since NYC was so expensive having a roommate made sense and just then the cab stopped at the building. Bob was impressed with the doorman and fancy lobby and when they got in the elevator he was amazed that someone worked there too. The elevator was being staffed by Cory, a cute red haired twink. Shaun saw Bob looking at Cory a few times and for the first time wondered if maybe his little brother was gay too. Being seven years older he had already been out of the house before Bob became a teen and had always thought of him as a little boy and he hoped to get to know him more this week. If Bob liked the lobby he loved the apartment. Eight huge rooms over looking Central Park. Shaun told him that if he lived alone he probably would have a small place looking over a dumpster and he laughed when Bob told him he better keep Eric forever. After showing Bob his room for the week they relaxed and had a couple of drinks and talked about home, the family and friends. As the evening arrived so did Eric. Bob was speechless at first and stared at the six foot tall, muscular, bald, older black man. Eric had seen boys freeze like that before and knew the boy wasn't in shock but instead was in awe of the stud. Eric reached his hand out to shake and could feel the boy's hand tremble a bit and considering how cute Bob was got him wanting to pop his likely cherry boypussy. Shaun said he was thinking of taking Bob out to dinner but after Eric got everyone another drink they all agreed to stay in and relax. Bob couldn't stop staring at Eric and hoped his brother didn't catch him looking at Eric's bulge. When Bob went to the bathroom Eric told Shaun there was no way his brother was straight and said I bet he's jerking off right now. Shaun told Eric he thought Bob was checking out Cory earlier in the elevator. Shaun asked Eric if he wanted to chem Bob up and break his boypussy in and Eric pulled out of pocket and showed Shaun the package of Tina he picked up and said they'd make the cherry popping a night to remember. Shaun refilled his brother's cola and added some G to help speed things up.

Try a golden shower from a cunt dripping with piss & cum. You won't get enough & want it a part of all future sessions. Piss & cum equals the perfect quinella.

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."