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I It was just like any other day. Same routine just a different environment. I had gotten a new job up north and it was about to be a month working there. I was new to this area and wasn’t use to all the attention from all the locals. A lot of hot guys and not enough time haha. It was a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten to work. Less busy then normal. Since it was slow I decided to hop on my phone and check the apps. So many hot guys and here I was stuck at work. I thought, maybe I can set something up for later tonight. I was really horny and needed some attention. I came across this profile of this really cute guy. Right as I was checking his profile, I got a message. It was from him. “Hey there. What’s up?” He asked. “Hey. Nothing much. Just here at work.” I replied. I don’t know why I got so nervous all of sudden, he was so hot. Definitely my type. Everything pretty much checked off on my list. “Nice. Any plans after?” He asked. I really didn’t have nothing to do after. Plus, I normally prep before leaving anywhere in case of situations like this. He was so hot. I definitely wouldn’t mind getting plowed by him tonight. ”None yet. But I’m open to some ideas.”I responded. Now I was excited for work to be over. This guy was just so sexy. Good thing I was clean and ready to go. Now just gotta wait for work to be done and the fun can begin. “If you’re up for it, come over after.” He replied. “I’m looking for a hot bottom to have some fun with.” I got turned on at how direct he was with his words. “Yeah. I get off at 7:30pm. I’ll hit you up then. My name is Daniel.” I responded. “I’m Azreal. Can’t wait to meet you.” He responded. Such a sexy name. We exchanged numbers. I continued working since by this time it was getting a little busy. Time will fly by now. The faster work goes by, the faster I can meet up with Azreal. 7:30pm. “Just clocked out.” I texted. “You still wanna meet up?” Awaiting his response, I got nervous. I was really about to hang out with this guy I’ve never met. He was so sexy. “Hey you. Yeah I’m still down. I’ll send you my location.” He responded. He dropped a pin. His address wasn’t far from me. It was actually a five minute walk from work. I’ll be there in no time. “Hey again. I’m right outside.” I texted him. “Cool. I’ll buzz you in. Top floor, first door on the right.” As I made my way up the stairs I got a little tensed. It was just the nerves, but I couldn’t let them get the best of me. Azreal was so hot, and I wanted him deep in me. I knocked on the door. “Hey. Come on in. Make yourself at home.” Azreal said as he was holding the door open. I walked in and took of my shoes. He led me down the hallway towards the living room. It was a little smokey. “Did you just finished smoking?” I asked. I noticed a tray on the table. There was a pipe and a jar on it. Never seen anything like that before. Maybe this is what he was smoking. “Yeah. I can pack the bowl if you want a hit. Can I get you a drink?” He asked. “Yes please. I’ll take a coke if you have any?” He went to the kitchen to grab my drink. I patiently waited for him. I was still amazed by the tray that was on the table. “Here you are.” He handed me a can of coke already open. I didn’t realized how thirsty I was, I drunk it so fast. “Thirsty huh?” He asked. “If you need another just let me know.” He smiled. He had a nice smile. I started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe from drinking the coke so fast. Couldn’t really understand what Azreal was saying to me. I simply nodded my head. Next thing you know I felt some hands on my waist. “You’re so sexy. Thank you for coming over. How are you feeling?” He asked. I felt a little dizzy, almost drunk even. I felt his hands going up my shirt. So warm. “I feel…..I feel hot.” I felt like I was slurring my words. I unbuckled my pants, or did he do that. I don’t know. I opened my eyes and I saw my legs were up. Pants and undies were off. I felt a wet tongue on my hole. It felt so good. I let out a moan. “You like that?” Azreal asked. “I got something else you’re gonna really like.” I felt a finger on my hole. He was trying to push it in. I normally don’t like being fingered. However, I was so hot and bothered, that I really didn’t want to complain. He starting fingering me. In and out the finger went. I let out another moan. “Please fuck me, please.” I said to him. I want him deep in me. My hole was craving his cock. “As you wish.” He said, “But first let me open you up a little bit.” He reached over to the tray and grabbed the jar that was next to the pipe. “What’s…….tha—“ I couldn’t get my sentence out. His finger felt so good in my ass. Another moan escaped my lips. “You’re really tight. This will help relax you.” I felt him pushing whatever he took out the jar into my ass. It burned a little. Then I felt my chest tense up a bit, a cough was coming. “There you go baby. You’ll be ready to take my cock in no time.” He said. “Plus a few others” My body got all hot. His finger still in my ass. Felt like two, three I lost count “Fuck me. Fuck me please sir.” I begged. I just wanted his dick inside me. “You ready for hard cock boy?” He asked, “I’m gonna load you up nice and deep.” I felt him rubbing his cock head on my hole, it felt so good. He popped it in. A moan escaped again. He was so big, I didn’t think I could take it. “Yeah take this dick slut. Your hole is so tight.” He said. At this point he’s balls deep. Whatever he put up my ass was helping. I just wanted cock, his cock. I didn’t even see if he put on a rubber, but I didn’t care. I just want him deep inside of me. My hole was his to do what he pleases with. “Yes sir, fuck me. Fuck this hole. Breed me deep.” I begged. Thrust after thrust, it felt so good. He turned me over and fucked me doggie. His hands at my hips. “You like that boy. Your hole feels so good. I’m getting close.” He said into my ear. My ass was his, all his. I could feel his balls hitting mine. With one final thrust, “Take my load boy!” He pushed balls deep. I cold feel his load being deposited up my ass. Pulse after pulse. I felt it throb at least a good 5-6 times. “I hope you like that load boy. This ass is mine now.” He said to me. I was waiting for him to pull out, “You’re not done here boy.” He grabbed my hands and cuffed them. “This as belongs to me.” He slapped my ass. I was still face down, ass up at this point since he cuffed my hands. “I hope you’re ready for another round, this time with me and some of my friends boy.” He said as he was opening the jar again. My hole was loose and gaping, he shoved another of what he used earlier. Again I felt my chest rise, I coughed. “More! I want more sir. Please, more cock…” To be continued.

The gold standard, in my view, is shots that capture the cock actually pulsing in the act of delivering the load. Hard to arrange cinematically, no doubt, because the camera has to be at just the right angle, the lighting has to be perfectly set, and the anatomy has ho be at the sweet point where just enough of the right area is visible so that we can see it swell and contract as it pumps fluid. Rare to see, but when it happens, it’s exhilarating, because there’s absolutely no way to fake that. You’re watching a breeding take place.

Part 1 I love anonymous cum dump play at motels. Have had several successes (one, 18 loads from 16 guys - one guy came back for seconds and thirds.) There have also been some flood; but that’s to be expected. The last time I had a scene like this was the one with 18 loads. Hole remained tight and held the loads until the next morning, walking through Target, I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. I think some guys could smell it as they kept staring at me. Went into the bathroom and held my hand under my hole and let all the cum out. Just as I was about to use it to jerk off, the door opened and a guy walked in. Bypassed the urinals and stopped right in front of my stalk, standing and watching me through the crack. I sat and waited, clock hard and sticking up. Guy, who I thought may be plain clothes security, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out. I heard him whisper, “Open your door, i can smell your need for cock. We all can.” Figuring, “What the hell,” I unlocked and opened the door. There in front of me was one of the guys I noticed, bearded, late 30s probably, with a ring on the finger. Married straight guy. JACKPOT!!! Knowing my role, I stood up, turned around and showed him my ass. I reached my hand back, filled with spunk, and rubbed some in my crack and into my hole. I was shocked and very turned on when the guy grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, telling me, “Lube me up faggot.” I stroked his cock, making sure to lube his head and shaft heavily. “Enough. Spread ‘em fag.” I kicked off my shorts from one foot, spread my legs to get a good stance, and then reached back to spread my cheeks as ordered. “Fuck, faggot, you look like you had some fun.” He stepped forward, placed his cock head at my hole and told me, “Be quiet.” With that he rammed in balls deep in one thrust and I fought to hold in the scream. Even with all the fucks, it hurt like hell. He did not waste time, or allow me to get used to his dick. He began tucking me hard and fast, telling me, “The wife’s waiting for me.” I moaned in ecstasy when he said this. He laughed and said, “You know it faggot. She won’t let me do this to her,” pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. “Gods thing that faggot sluts like you are so horny for straight guys and will bend over whenever we tell you.” He proceeded to stop talking and intensify his pounding of my cunt. He slammed in one more time, telling me, “Take my straight load in your cunt faggot.” He shot several times before pulling out. I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his cum covered cock to the base, cleaning it, his pubes and balls of all traces of cum. “Fuck yeah, full service faggot. Hole and cleaning. Back off, I gotta take a wicked piss.” I only tightened my lips, looked up at him and nodded. “No fucking way.” He released and pissed down my throat. He shoved his clean and soft cock back in his pants. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, “Give me your number. I’m going to need that cunt more.” I scribbled my number on some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out. Fast forward six years, married, started partying, but fewer allowances to do scenes like this. Until now. Husband had to go out of town for a week to “Find himself.” That’s great, you do that. I will find myself in my own way. I placed adds on BBRTS, Grindr and anywhere else I could think of. Still mourn the loss of Craigslist personals. About 8 guys expressed interest. So I reserved a room at a cheap, rundown motel in Denver and drove up Saturday. I checked in and realized this was the perfect setting. Room was a bed, table and bathroom. Lighting was already dim with only two lights. The bed was king size, trashy blanket and sheets. Most important - the door was not an new door. Latch on top fir safety, but heavy and out of shape. I could push the food halfway closed, and it wouldn’t move easily. Perfect for it to remain open. After cleaning out very deeply (never know what might come up) I placed very explicit and direct ads on all the sites: “Anonymous motel pump n dump. Hotel name and room number sent in first reply; no long messaging. Door is open, room dimly lit. I’ll be face down, ass up, blindfold optional. You knock, cum in, fuck me, breed me and leave. Multiple cummers can stay and fuck as long as you need. Otherwise, you need to get going, no staying to watch. Here are the rules: no making appointments. You show up and take your chance of walking in on me getting fucked, or another coming in while you’re fucking me. If you’re not down with this, then this isn’t the scene for you. Only limits are women/pain/blood and the like. Fucking can be mild to wild, your choice. I can take it hard, so feel free. Primary focus is on getting fucked and seeded, but other stuff can be involved, if it goes there.” Within 10 minutes, I was getting hits on Grindr but had to deny some who wanted to use condoms; did you even read the ad? The first wave of responses included 5 successful catches who said they could be there anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. One actually piqued my interest as his first message was, “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take that ass apart. But I want to ask you a question first.” I thought about deleting him until he sent a picture of his cock and the PA that was in it. I responded back, “Fuck I need that cock. What’s the question?” He responded quickly, “You party?” Fuck, the question that always causes a challenge. If I respond honestly, some guys get turned off. If I lie and say no, some guys end chat right away. I looked over at the nightstand where my bag of T shards was sitting. I thought about how to respond, and devised a plan. I replied, “Never done it, fantasized about it. Even came close a few times, but chickened out each time. You party?” No response for a couple minutes and I began to give up and check other responses. Then his message came in. “Yeah boy, I party and love getting boys like you spun up and use you. I have enough T to get you going. Wanna do it this time? No chickening out or turning back?” I knew, this was going to be a chance to fulfill two fantasies at once: getting raw fucked by a guy with a PA and to possibly get stealth drugged. I replied, “How will it work, what if I say no?” His reply was direct, “You won’t say no to me faggot. Now, am I doing you or not? I’m ending chat after this if you don’t answer correctly.” Not wanting to appear to eager, I took about 90 seconds to think about it. I replied, “yes,Sir,” and gave him the hotel name and room number, along with a map. His response was simple, “I know the place. 30 minutes until your life changes boy. Hopefully, you’ll be loaded for me. I don’t use lube.” With that, the chat disappeared from the window. I checked all the other sites, sent out info and was alerted to a new message on Adam 4 Adam. Simply said, “in parking lot.” I closed my tablet, hid it under mattress. I quickly lubed a finger to open my hole. I grabbed a nice sized shard from the bag, which joined the tablet. Little more lube on fingers and shard. Shoved it as deep and as hard as possible up my ass. It began burning as I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening. Here we go.

3 years ago, just after being reintroduced to the uninhibited joys of chemsex, I had a business trip to Vegas on my schedule. The meeting was set up for 2 days at the Cosmopolitan hotel on the Vegas Strip. The schedule for meetings was pretty full so I decided to behave the first 2 days of the trip and then let loose after the other members of the group departed for home. Well, the best laid intentions don't always work out. I couldn't stand how horny I was as we touched down at the airport the night prior to the meetings. I got to the hotel, checked in to an amazing room and began to search for T. Naive as I was I thought there was some sort of "honor code" from those offering to sell to me. I've since discovered that there is very little if no honor in most dealers. I"m fortunate to have a great one at home that I trust. Anyway I hopped on To Grindr and sTarTed searching for the profiles ThaT mighT give me some clues. Much like the prior sentence. Within a short scan I saw the clues. I reached out to the profile and was told they would be able to supply whatever I wanted. They were just across the strip from me at Planet Hollywood. I was instructed to be in the lobby by the elevator in 30 minutes. Bonus was 1 of the 2 guys in the profile was a massage therapist and would give a great massage if I wanted as well. I was told they were brothers--1 gay the other bi-ish. TheGrindr profile pic looked hot. Super fucking horny and ready for some adventure I emptied my wallet of the excess cash that I wouldn't need and placed it in the safe. I douced, showered, pulled on a metal cock ring, dressed with a jock under my jeans( just in case) and off I went headed to Planet Hollywood. When I got to the elevator lobby i texted the guys. Within minutes the bi brother was there. I hopped on the elevator with him to go to their room and make the deal. He then informed me that his supplier was running late and that once in the room I could give him my cash and he'd go meet his supplier and be back to the room in no time. Dumb, trusting me (remember the honor code) handed him a sizable amount of cash and he was gone. While I waited his brother, the hot gay one, would keep me occupied in their room. I was ok with that and while i sat on 1 of the 2 beds in the room he was out the door and off. Now let me fill in a few of the details that had been left off in the Grindr profile as well as any discussion to the point of walking into their hotel room. 1). Tney were brothers. The slightly older was bi, the runner for supplies, the talker and the ringmaster. 2). Brother 2 was a mid 20's blond with a slight build and looked like the pic in the profile on Grindr EXCEPT according to them he was in the Army and the victim of a roadside bomb in Iraq. He lost the left side of his entire body, well, almost. He could walk with a limp and the entire left side of his face was in the process of being reconstructed. His left arm dangled at his side. When he spoke he could barely make the words understandable. Such a shame cuz he was a great looking guy. That had me overly sympathetic to these 2 so while we waited for bi Brother to get back I attempted to have a conversation with brother 2. It wasn't long and bi brother was back in the room and had found success with the party supplies. He suggested we all try a sample and asked if I had ever "parachuted" anything before. I had no clue what that was however I dumbly said, "sure I love that." He said "Great" and went into the bathroom to prepare each of us a "parachute" of the party favors I had just purchased. Within a few minutes he emerged with 3 small "packets" wrapped in toilet paper. These were the parachutes. He handed one to me the other to brother 2 and on the count of 3 raised his to his mouth dropped it in and swallowed. I followed suit as did brother 2. Now the night would become interesting. .... NOTE TO EVERYONE-I learned that I never allow anyone now to prepare anything as a party supply without me seeing all of it. I do the same for anyone I party with as well. When dosing anything I either allow them to do their own or if they don't want that I make sure they see what I am doing. Why do I share this? Because of what happens next..... Bi brother suggests that for a mere $40 he would give me a full nude massage. I said sure, peeled off my clothes and laid face down on the bed, He stripped to his underwear and crawled on top of me and began the rub down. Within a few minutes I was out cold. There was more in that parachute than just a little T. I still to this day don't know what it was but it was powerful. At some point I regained consciousness and shot straight up on the bed gasping for air. (1 would think that's G but I don't think it was that caused this). I felt I couldn't catch my breath at all. Both brothers laughed and said something to the effect of "It's a great buzz isn't it?" I then stumbled to the bathroom cuz I had this strong urge to pee. I stood swaying over the toilet, dick in my hand, feel like i was going to piss the bed just moments before and now couldn't pee a drop. I then came back to the bedroom flopped down on the bed and tried to just enjoy the buzz. For the next period of time I made a number of trips to the bathroom, thinking I needed to pee only to return without doing so. Laying on the bed in only a jock Bi Brother suggested we get some other guys to party with. I must have told him I was chatting up a really hot escort earlier in the night. Somehow he got my phone and called the guy. He asked me that if we got him there would I cover his fee. In my increasingly horny stupor I said "SURE". Rentboy arrives a short time later, I pay him his fee. He stripped, stroked his amazing cock a few times and bent me over in front of the 2 brothers and proceeds to fuck me. Fuck I never thought I would find being fucked in front of others hot, but tonight I did! The harder he pounded my ass the more I begged for him to give me more. He pushed me over to the other bed where the brothers had their dicks out stroking them. He shoved my mouth down on bi brothers hard cock to shut me up. I swallowed his 7" in 1 move all the way to his balls. No gag reflex existed in that moment. I swallowed his cock stifling my loud moans of pure ecstasy. This was fantasy material for me. Never before had I ever been "spit roasted" by 2 dudes. In my fuzzy state of mind I was in heaven! Rentboy pushed me on to the bed face down pounded me as deep as his 8" rock hard cock would go a few more strokes then flipped me over. He shoved a pillow under my ass and pulled me, legs in the air, to the very edge of the bed. With my ass framed by my jockstrap my pulsing hole was totally exposed to everyone in the room. Rentboy challenged bi brother to stick his cock in my hungry hole. I must have turned bi brother on with my cocksucking because before I knew it he as pushing my legs toward my ears and plunging his cock into my ass. A few strokes later he was breeding me with his load. I could feel his cock expand just as he exploded. He shoved his cock as deep as he could and left that spunk deep in my guts. He collapsed on top of me, out of breathe. Rentboy quickly rolled him off of me and onto the bed cuz he was about to explode. He turned me on to my left side and with my right leg pitched forward he slid all 8" in to my ass from my pitched forward hips. Lifting my right leg toward the ceiling it gave him a wide open gaping hole to slide and then shoot into. He did just that. Filling me with my 2nd load for that night. Out of breath he laid on top of me letting his cock stay buried in my ass, working as a plug for the 2 loads I had just gotten. I clenched my ass tight around his cock. Attempting to milk it and bring it back to hard just in the off chance I could get him to give me another load. He laughed, slapped my ass as he pulled out slowly and said he had to get to the airport. He was flying to NY early that morning to spend the weekend with a client. Damn. I wanted that man so much at that moment. Grateful for what had just happened I grabbed my wallet from my jeans, pulled out a generous amount of cash and handed it to Rentboy as a tip. I laid back on the bed and I was out cold for the 2nd time that night. Not sure what time it was but I was awakened by the ringing of a phone. It went off for what seemed like forever. I then heard brother 2 answer and have some conversation with someone. Suddenly he's shaking be awake. Telling me I have to leave immediately because his sister was downstairs in the casino and on her way up to his room. He sounded very panicked. I could barely open my eyes let alone find my clothes, dress and leave his room. Somehow I did just that. I found myself down in the lobby of the hotel, trying to remember which direction it was to my hotel. I wandered around, actually stumbled around on the street out front for a few minutes before realizing my hotel was just across the strip. With the visual in sight, I was able to find the pedestrian bridge, cross Las Vegas Blvd. and enter back into my hotel. I had stayed here many times before so even in my altered state I was able to find my elevator and get back to my room. I walk in my room, flopped down on the bed and immediately grabbed my phone to go on Grindr, after what had just happened I was still so horny I could barely stand it. I looked at the alarm clock next to the bed and saw it was 5:15 am. FUCK I didn't have to be anywhere until 10 a.m. that day. I needed to find another top to take care of the incredible need to be fucked again that I was feeling..what happened next will come in the next post.....

Over the next few days I fell into a bit of a rhythm, getting tatted each morning, resting in the afternoon, and then taking toxic loads wherever and whenever Gus and Steve decided in the evenings. Sometimes locations and positions had to be changed to allow for minimal issues with my fresh ink, but what remained consistent is that while I was getting pounded I would only be wearing the jockstrap, the big new chain, and maybe some form of footwear. After a few days I was taken back to the piercing place to get the studs replaced with big chunky hoops, after which I was moved on to a salon to get my hair cut and shaved into a new style that just screamed "slut" when I finally saw the reflection. Eventually all the main ink work was done, and just in time too as I started to feel a bit rough. Guessing what was coming, Gus and Steve packed up what things I had at their place and drove me back to Aiden and Peter's apartment. I was welcomed back with big smiles and a lot of appreciation for my new look, before being ushered into bed. What followed I later learned was the 'fuck flu', and I felt about as bad as I had ever done. I was never entirely with it, but was occasionally aware of one or more of the guys being beside me and looking after me. I'm not even sure how many days it went on for, but finally the symptoms passed and I was able to get up and leave the bedroom. Aiden then took me to a clinic to get tested to confirm that I had now converted, before driving me back to Irwin's tattoo parlour to get the final part of the work done. That evening as I sat back at Peter and Aidan's place, trying not to fidget with the big biohazard sign adorning my right pec, they finally told me that I had been sick for so long that I had actually missed my flight home. They reassured me that they had sorted things for the time being with Home Affairs and that I hadn't gone AWOL somewhere in the country, but advised me to call my family and explain. It was then that I found myself wondering whether I really wanted to go back. Some of this was the fear of what might happen when everyone saw me, but by then I was also feeling like maybe I belonged in Sydney. I suspected Jurgen had been the one to buy me the big chain, and I sort of had an itching inside to explore that a bit more as I did really like the guy. I loved being somewhere so sunny, where I could wear a minimal amount and show off both my body and my new ink. I had grown really fond of Aiden and Peter, and actually felt a lot of warmth towards Gus and Steve. These guys all really knew me, accepted me for who I was, and had helped me to get there myself. Back home no-one did, and I suspected not one of my friends would understand or be able to get on board with it. I'd have to start over, in the grey drabness of Brexit Britain. After an evening of quietly contemplating all this, the next morning I spoke to Aiden about it. Being a lawyer, I thought he might know a bit more about whether it was even a possibility for me to stay if that's what I decided I wanted to do. It turns out they had been talking about whether to ask me if I would consider staying, and had even done the legwork on finding out how it might work. To cut a long story short, one filled with many conversations with my baffled family and a lot of red tape, I enrolled at the University of New South Wales after arranging a transfer of the place I had been offered at the University of Nottingham back in the UK. I stayed on in Australia under a student visa that allowed me to work, and got a job as a barista in a trendy coffee shop that seemed to appreciate having staff who were inked and pierced. I moved in with Jurgen, initially just taking a small box room he had for a notional rent, but in reality sleeping with him in his room each night as our relationship blossomed into something loving. He had indeed been the secret admirer who had bought me the chain, and over time he added to my collection with big chunky bracelets that I wore on each wrist. I tried to resist his spending on me, but in truth he earned an absolute fortune as a property developer while having few desires of his own other than what I could offer him in companionship. It was a bit of a sugar daddy relationship, but I eventually realised I loved him and certainly never took any of it for granted. I did make some friends at the university, particularly through an LGBTQ group, while also continuing to spend a lot of time with Peter and Aiden, Gus and Steve, and variously with all of their friends. Jurgen and I were not exclusive, and indeed he seemed to greatly enjoy watching other men fuck me, so there were regular parties that I would spend most of on my back or my hands and knees. I mostly stayed on meds, but occasionally would take a break from them when Gus and Steve had found another guy who wanted to be taken on a journey. Those were the only men for whom I would perform as a top, otherwise remaining a true cumdump bottom. After graduating I was able to arrange the necessary permits to stay in Australia and work, allowing me to really get into the world of coffee that I had found a bit of a passion for while working as a barista. I joined the team at a new start-up that eventually grew into a very successful roastery, and led on the opening of its first shop in Surry Hills a couple of years later. It didn't hurt that some of the delivery drivers I had hired happened to be guys I had recognised from various cruising spots I had been whored out in, giving me a regular supply of both coffee cups and toxic cum. About two years after I had graduated, I got an email from Jason, one of my old school friends back in London. I had largely lost contact with them all, other than through the sort of relationship you maintain on Facebook with people you don't really know anymore, so it was a bit of surprise when he reached out to me. He had joined his dad's business straight out of uni, was being sent to Sydney for six months to work on a project, and wanted to reconnect with me (I assumed so that he would have at least one person he knew in the city, not that he was modest enough to say so). I didn't reply immediately, as I hadn't actually got around to coming out to any of them, and assumed that my parents (who had visited during my third year at uni) wouldn't have said anything to them after they left the city in such a state of shame and disgust at who I had become. However, I eventually got back to him, let him know I would be happy to see him, that I was gay and in a relationship, and wasn't quite the person he once knew. He then took a few days to reply, but eventually did and still seemed to want to meet up. And so it was, a couple of weeks later he called me after he had arrived and got over the jet lag, keen to go out for a beer. I had pretty strong butterflies as I headed to the bar we had agreed to meet at, but felt a surge of self-confidence when I saw him do a clear double-take at his first sight of me as I walked towards his table. "Fucking hell James" he exclaimed as I got to the table. "What the fuck happened to you?" I smiled and winked as I sat down. "Told you I'd changed a bit" I said, clanking my big bracelets down on the table. "Fuck me" he replied, scanning my tatted arms, as well as the upper part of the biohazard that was visible thanks to my choice of a tight black low-cut tank top. "Your parents said you looked a bit different, but I had no fucking idea it was like this." I shrugged and picked up the bar menu that was on the table. "What else did they tell you?" I asked, not making eye contact. "Nothing" he replied, "they didn't seem to want to talk very much." "Figures" I muttered, recalling their faces when they too had first seen me. "And you're gay now" Jason said. "Yep" I replied, making and maintaining eye contact with him. "How did that happen?" he asked, before checking himself. "I mean, were you always or was it just..." "Just when I got spit-roasted on a beach?" I finished, causing him to flinch a little and look down, leading to a short uncomfortable silence. "You what?" he eventually asked, looking back up at me. "As I said" I replied, shrugging but not breaking eye contact. "The family gifted me a few nights at some posh resort up north, met a couple of guys there, ended up in bed with them, and the rest is history. Wasn't gay before, just maybe a bit curious, and now I'm all about the cock." I hadn't necessarily planned to be as direct and crass as I was being, maybe it was some sort of defence mechanism, but to be fair to Jason he was rolling with the punches. "You are, huh?" he said, smiling. "Never would have thought of you like that, but each to their own." We sat looking at each other for a few moments, before somehow moving past my revelations and lapsing into our old conversational style. Fortunately this was without some of the attempts to impress with macho bullshit that I had known Jason for in days gone by, and although he still came across as a bit cocky, it was familiar and comfortable and I ended up having quite a good evening with him. We talked about our families, lives now, our time at uni, what everyone else we mutually knew was up to, and so on. "So" he said, as we started to wind down towards the end of the night, "would it be OK if I met this sugar daddy boyfriend of yours." I must have been visibly a little startled that he was wanting to see more of this other life I now had. "I mean, I don't know anyone else here" he continued, "and I'd like to hang out with you again so I should probably get to know your other half." "Er, yeah, sure" I replied. "I mean, you could come over for dinner, or drinks, or something. There's fucking awesome views from our terrace." "That would be nice" he said. "Got to meet this guy who turned the school stud into someone who is "all about the cock."" He winked as he said that. "Well actually it wasn't..." I started, before stopping. "Never mind. OK, sure, I'll text you once I've spoken to him." We wrapped up shortly after, and I got up to head out. However, as I was walking away I briefly turned back to see Jason's gaze firmly fixed on me, with a wistful sort of expression on his face. I realised then that things could be about to take an interesting turn...

Is This a Date? Friday I stopped at the store after work to get a few last things for dinner that night. There was no sign of the blond cashier from last time and I hoped it was his day off. When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes into a jock, running shorts and a pair of flipflops. I got part way through getting dinner ready when the phone rang from the doorman. I had him send Gabriel up and soon there was a knock at the door. "Oh, I didn't realize it was beachwear night" he said, before laughing. "Get your ass in here and get naked" I replied, taking the gym bag he was carrying and putting it in the bedroom. I went back to cooking and suddenly had a naked body standing behind me. "Ahh, that's better. I like something hot to look at while I cook" I said. I bent over to put put the pan in the oven and I felt two hands on my hips and Gabriel grinding on my ass. "Watch it..." I said, adding a few moments later "That's not really a bottom move." "No, but you looked so hot bent over like that. I couldn't resist. Besides, I haven't always been a total bottom" he replied, with a slight grin. It didn't really register until several minutes later since I was more concerned about getting dinner cooked perfectly. While I was waiting for the last few things to finish, I turned around and leaned back against the counter. I pulled him in for a deep kiss and when it ended, I said "So, tell me more. What made you decide to only bottom? Is it just because you're poz now?" The smile on his face disappeared and I regretted asking. "It's ok. Don't worry. It hits everyone differently. Uh... did you used to top a lot?" I said. He looked back at me and nodded. It took several seconds for him to regain his composure. "I've always preferred to bottom, but you know how it is. There's never enough tops. If I liked a guy enough or found him sexy I would either flip or top him. But once I got infected... I just couldn't even think about fucking another guy" he said. We had a good dinner and finished off a couple bottles of wine before moving to the couch. I lit a joint and after my first hit, I passed it to him. He inhaled like a pro and grinned back at me after exhaling the smoke in my face, which I breathed in. "Damn, I haven't smoked since I moved back. I've really missed that feeling" he said. We finished off the joint and then headed to the bedroom. We were both pretty wasted and in no shape to fuck. We were naked in bed, spooning, and my dick just laid there barely hard. It didn't matter, we were sound asleep in a few minutes anyway. When we woke in the morning, I saw him staring at me. I could see him thinking and after a few minutes he asked "What do you think would make your perfect partner?" I choked, really not wanting this type of conversation until I'd at least had some coffee, after a few drinks or never. "I dunno... someone who doesn't mind me fucking around on the side and does the same. A guy I can trust... Someone that won't get jealous of the other guys I fuck. A guy that trusts me. Someone that can be spontaneous and do something crazy at the drop of a hat. Someone that pushes me to try things, but doesn't want to mold me into someone else" I said. I knew it wasn't an exhaustive list but to be honest I really had avoided thinking about it. "Yeah, you didn't really strike me as the monogamous type. What kind of spontaneous things?" he asked. "Hmmm. Just flying off and spending the weekend someplace I've never been. Having sex in an exotic location. Leaving a pile of laundry and going over to the bathhouse and having fun with random people" I said. "I knew you had a high sex drive but it's really part of everything you think about, isn't it?" he said. It wasn't a question I answered right away, so he then asked "In this hypothetical run to the bathhouse, are you with your partner or not?" "We go there together... but then I could see it go several ways. Having fun together, having fun together with other people or each finding other people there. I'm an exhibitionist and like people watching me, whether it's sex, bondage or just fooling around. I love to help a guy explore his sexuality and have him help me" I replied. "Interesting... Do you think this mythical man exists somewhere in the world?" he asked with a grin on his face. "I don't really think so. I tried to find him when I was younger and guys said they were ok with me fucking around, but it always became an issue. I hated getting close to someone and then having it fall apart. I'm not an easy guy to get along with for more than a few hours" I said. "I guess" Gabriel said. We laid there for a while and he broke the silence with "My tattoo appointment is at two this afternoon. Want to skip doing your laundry today and spend a few hours before my appointment over at Steam?" A smile grew over my face and I rolled over to face him saying "Are you trying to prove to me that you're the guy I gave up looking for?" "I think you're just afraid to find that guy" he said before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. We got cleaned up and made it over to the bathhouse just before eleven. I was a little nervous about running into RJ but we got a room and wandered around. "If you find someone you want to take to the room, just go. I prefer the public play areas" I told him, but he stayed near me most of the time. We ended up in the dark room and I fucked him as soon as we found a spot. He seemed to tense up when a guy started feeding him his cock but when I rubbed his back he began to get into it. I felt a guy next to me and slowly fucked Gabriel for another minute before letting the new guy take over. I moved over to a chubby college guy that had just walked in. He kneeled on the bench and slid into his well fucked hole. The guy that fucked Gabriel lasted a few minutes before I heard him moan and stop fucking. Another guy took his place and lasted just a little longer when he did the same thing. When that guy left, I pulled out of the college guy and went back to Gabriel and felt his ass. He had taken at least one load and probably two and Gabriel began squeezing my fingers inside his hole. When the guy that was face fucking him groaned I knew he'd gotten his third load of the day. I tapped him on the shoulder and he stood up and we moved on. Finding nothing happening on the third floor, we went back to the second level and took another lap. We went into one of the glory hole booths and someone was in the cubicle next door. I whispered in his ear "feed him" and pushed him to the hole. I heard a faint "Oh fuck yeah" come from the other side of the wall, so the guy must have liked what he saw come through the hole. While Gabriel wasn't fully hard in the beginning, I assumed he didn't stay that way long from his moaning. I moved behind him and slipped into his cum-filled hole. I fucked him gently while kissing the back and sides of his neck, listening to him moan. The guy on the other side must have been good since I could hear Gabriel moan and feel him squirm as the guy got him close and then backed off. I began to thrust a little harder and Gabriel went back to squirming. Suddenly he froze and I heard him say "No... NO! NOOOO!!!" and he started panting. Seconds later, I felt his hole start to spasm and I assumed he shot his load into the guy's mouth. When his orgasm faded I pulled out and he fell back against me before turning around and holding me tightly. "Shit! Fuck! Damn it! The fucker backed his ass up on my dick and I couldn't stop from cumming in him!" Gabriel sobbed as he held me tight. "Remember what I told you. Guys that do that stuff here are either poz already, looking to be poz or on prep. It's not your job to keep them safe" I said, stroking his back. He calmed down and we left the glory hole, noticing the room next door was now empty. We walked some more and watched a few guys fuck in their rooms and in one of the larger rooms. A pair of older leather daddies were playing in the sling and it was amazing to see the connection they had. While they mainly were giving each other pleasure, they also were putting on a show for those of us that were watching. "They barely talk yet they know what the other is thinking" Gabriel whispered to me. I nodded and noticed the top looking over at me with a grin. I looked back and mouthed silently "fucking hot" before nudging Gabriel toward the door. We walked a bit more and passed the chalkboard at the top of the stairs on the second floor. "poz wanted 213" it said scrawled across the bottom. I didn't want to pass up that chance and we wandered around looking for the room. The guy was face down, ass up with some guy drilling him when we got there. As the top's pace increased, so did his grunts and twenty seconds later he was dumping a load in the bottom. The guy in the doorway stopped stroking and took the tops place. He pushed in easily, paused a second and then just hammered him for a minute before adding his seed to the mix. When he left, I started toward the bottom and Gabriel looked at me. "You gonna?" he asked, shocked that I had no problem fucking and breeding this stranger. I stepped close and looked down and someone had drawn a biohazard tramp stamp in marker on him. I pushed in and felt the loads he'd gotten before me. When I got half way in, I stopped and asked "Chasin?" and the bottom responded "mmhmm." I fucked him hard and with the warmup of fucking Gabriel in the gloryhole, I was adding my bug to his ass in a few minutes. I pulled back out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside the bottom as possible. I gave Gabriel a gentle push and said "You heard him, he wants it." His cock said yes since it was hard again but the look in his face said no. "You want something potent, chaser?" I snarled. "Oh god yeah... poz me, sir" the bottom cried out. I watched Gabriel close his eyes, grab the bottom's hips and push his hard shaft in. He pumped his cock in and out, building up steam. When the bottom begged "Give it to me... please!" Gabriel gave one more shove and shot his load into the sloppy hole. I could see the conflict in his eyes so I led him back to our room and we sat down on the bed. "You ok?" I asked. He slowly turned to me and said "I don't know. I can't believe I just pozzed two guys" he said, staring blankly at me. "Both of them wanted it. In different ways, but both willingly took it. Don't ask why. They made their decision and you helped them on their journey. Besides, one load rarely does it" I said calmly. Gabriel nodded and we got up and went to the locker room. Once we were showered and dressed, we headed over to the tattoo shop. We were a few minutes early and went in. Gabriel met the artist and he looked over the renderings. I sat in a chair by the door wondering if I had done the right thing or had just ruined our friendship. "Craig, come here. Look at this. What do you think?" Gabriel called out. I walked over and looked over the drawing. The confusion was apparent immediately. Gabriel looked at me and then said "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I changed the tattoo. It's going on my chest now!" I laughed and said "That looks really good. It's going to be a lot more visible now." He pulled his tee off and took a seat before he removed his nipple piercing. "We've been doing these a lot lately. Scorpions too, but mostly biohazards. I think everyone is making up for lost time after last year and screwing anything that moves, regardless of the consequences" the artist said as he finished setting up. "Blake usually does the poz guys but he's off at a show this weekend. I swear he's just looking for hookups at those things" he said as he shaved around Gabriel's pec. "Last one I did was a pair of blond frat guys who wanted matching small scorpions on their wrist. No other ink on 'em and didn't even have a pierced ear. Probably horny guys that got more than they bargained for" he said as he started in. I had to chuckle and wondered if they were the guys I fucked in the grocery store bathroom. Due to the simple design, Gabriel's tattoo was done in no time. I was impressed with the artist's steady hand and smooth arcs on the tattoo. The biohazard symbol in black ink was centered around his left nipple and had just the right proportions for his body, almost three inches in diameter. Big enough to see within ten feet yet, not too big to look silly. He didn't put the date on it in the end as the artist thought that it would clutter up the design too much. The smile on Gabriel's face when he saw it was priceless. I had never seen him that happy. "OK, Sara is waiting for the next step in back. Follow the care instructions so it heals well. Let me know when you want the next one" the artist said with a wink. I followed him to the back of the shop and was surprised to see that this was the piercing section. "Let's get this one back in first and then work on that other one" the piercer said, slipping the little barbell back into his left nip. As she got ready to pierce Gabriel's other nipple, he asked "Craig, how come you don't have any piercings?" "I had my left ear done a long time ago, but took it out when I was looking for a job after college and never wore it after that. It's closed up now" I said. "You should put it back in. I think it would look good on you. Maybe get a matching one on the other side too" he said. The piercer looked at me and smiled. "Those are so easy, I can do it when I finish his" she said, giving me a wink. I watched Gabriel get his nipple pierced and almost fainted. A few minutes later, I had two more holes in my head. "They are just simple studs. Once they heal you can find something nicer or stretch them. I think a small gauge would look good on you. Maybe a nose ring too" she said to me. Looking at Gabriel she said "Obviously you know how to care for your new piercing since the other one turned out great. You can show him too in case he doesn't remember. Let me know if you want anything else done." Gabriel turned to her and said "Do you do genital piercings? I was thinking of a PA."

Chapter 7: The Lie Stumbling through the alleyways, Tyler looked like hell. He was exhausted, drained, and could barely think. How nasty of a boy had he become, getting fucked in abandoned buildings? He questioned his entire being as he continued his trek home. Brandon was pissed off, his texts were seething with anger as to why Tyler hadn’t responded and asking where he was at. Brandon had indicated he went to work however, so this gave Tyler some ability to try and figure out his next moves. The alleyways were not without their own scum. Tyler passed by several desperate, yet hot boys, looking like they were just itching for their holes to be used. Homeless men slept behind dumpsters. Tyler felt a twinge in his hole, almost like this felt like home. No, he shook his head, what the heck was he thinking. Some of the men looked up at him while he walked by, practically licking their chops at his sexiness. He knew he looked like hell, but he was turned on by the men staring at him. He felt an urge to give in, maybe that transcendence he had seeing himself tied to a dumpster was his future. No, no, no! He shook his head again. He couldn’t think like that. This was just a series of bad choices, he could recover from this, he could be loyal. He tried to force Jax out of his head. He thought of all thhis mind turned to their sex. While it was good, it wasn’t Jax. Jax again began to pervade his mind, and regardless of how he tried to push him out, he invaded. Step after step, Jax stumbled in the darkness, closer and closer to home, trying desperately to formulate a plan or reason to explain to Brandon why he hadn’t responded. *** Jax entered Club Hedon, taking several turns down the winding halls. The music was intense tonight, an evil tone, pulsing through the walls. The boys were especially wild as he passed the wide open rooms and alcoves. Their sweat, their lust, their drive, was never ending. Jax smiled as he thought about Tyler, and how little he had experienced in the last week, and how his downfall was culminating slowly but surely. Jax entered a room, it was carpeted in maroon carpeting, with a very low lighting. The only lighting that was bright, centered in the middle of the room, where there was something that looked like a confessional kneeler from a church. Jax removed his clothes, down to his tiny briefs, exposing his beautiful body. He kneeled down, hands crossed on the support, and stared at the edge of the room. In front of him, sat six figures, highlighted only by the light bouncing off the shadows. “Tyler transcended for the first time tonight,” Jax’s monotone was back. The figures nodded, but showed no specific emotion. Their faces were hidden, their bodies robed. Jax continued, “It was a moderately intense transcendence. He saw the demons, so I was encouraged. He saw his relationship fall apart.” Again the nodding continued, with no input. “He does have a dark mind,” Jax smiled, “He transcended about his parents watching him”. A voice came from one of the six figures. “And is he ready for mania?” Jax pondered for a moment, his beautiful body gleaming in the light. “Close, but I do not believe he is there yet. The guilt is still strong, and while it turns him on, it still has a hold on him,” Jax responded, plainly. A somewhat angrier voice replied, “And you know that mania is the solution for the guilt. It is not your realm to control.” Jax nodded, unaffected by the slight uptick in anger. “Yes, but we have to break that initial barrier where it has the high likelihood of not being overcome. That was always in the realm of infidelity.” The figures looked at each other, leaning over to confer privately. Some nodded, some whispered. After a few moments of discussion their heads all turned back to Jax. “We agree with your assessment, but you must tread carefully as to not meddle in the next step. As soon as that threshold has been reached, you must immediately notify the council, so care and mentorship may be moved to mania.” Jax nodded, saying nothing. Another figure plainly stated, “Remove your faggot briefs. We will now break you, as your reward.” Jax stood, his hip bones protruding around his tight briefs, as he slide them down his body. 5 figures moved into the middle of the room, while another went off to the side, sliding out a wooden contraption. The contraption was somewhat square, with shackles on the top of it, and a long tail of two 2x4s that had shackles on the end of it, jutting out from the square portion. “Assume your position in the mount.” A voice stated. Jax bent over the top of the mount with the two shackles and his wrists were locked in the machine. The shackles were medieval, iron, rough, and unbreakable. With his wrists locked, Jax’s knees bent, touching the outcropping 2.4s, his tiny ankles lining up perfectly with the back shackles. He was locked. The figures surrounded him, with one positioning himself behind him, ramming into Jax. Jax’s eyes went pure black. His body locked. “You know you love this hell,” the man who rammed into him said. The music started to flood the room, the pulses lining up with Jax’s heartbeat. The reverberations from the initial ram into Jax were still echoing through his body, but the figure pulled out and started ramming Jax over and over again. On the said of the room, another figure began lighting cauldrons that burned intense heat, warming the room greatly. Beads of sweat began to drip from Jax. His eyes were black, with a deviant smile on his face. Another large dick slammed into his mount while the other figure continued to fuck him. The dick in his mouth gagged him profusely, but Jax did not care. He knew his place. He continued to gag. The other figures groped him, one pissing all over the scene, adding to Jax’s arousal. Pre cum began to drip from Jax’s dick, which was soft, yet still huge, and swinging back and forth with the brutal pounding. The man pounding him grabbed Jax’s jet black hair and yanked his head back with force. The dick flew out of Jax’s mouth. The man was bending Jax’s body, with force, and no mercy. No words were said. The man pounding Jax, instead of screaming, howled like a demon, blowing a fantastical load inside Jax, a load so large at it violented erupted from Jax’s hole while the man’s dick was still in him. The amount of cum was grotesque. The next man positioned himself behind Jax and the mounting proceeded. Six hours later, Jax was unshackled, his reward complete. A lake of cum existed below him. A lake of cum he must head before he would be allowed to leave. This wasn’t a chore for Jax, he wouldn’t have left without eating every single drop on the dirty carpet. The figures left the room, leaving Jax to clean up the mess he had made. The mounting was complete. *** Tyler entered his apartment, exhausted, but determined to fix the issue with Brandon. He pulled up his phone, texting Adam. “Hey, I need you. Can you help me?” “WTF LOL, it hasn’t even been 24 hours and you want more?” Adam replied via text. “I need you to come over, please, right now.” “LOL, wow, you nasty slut. You’re lucky that Aaron just went out with some friends. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Adam replied again. Tyler then rushed downstairs to the street. His plan was in motion. The street was still filled with cars. At a break in the action, between stop lights, when the traffic calmed, Tyler tossed his cell phone into the middle of the street, in the most likely place that a car tire would be. Standing there, he waited. The next group of vehicles from the next green light began driving, and luckily, multiple cars smashed his phone. Once the traffic died down again, Tyler retrieved it. Evidence had been created. Just at that point, he saw Adam’s car pulling into the parking lot of his apartments. Tyler ran upstairs, waiting for Adam at the door to his apartment. “Holy fucking shit,” Adam cried, “What are you on fucking drugs?!” Tyler said nothing, lifting his shirt, revealing his hot diamond belly piercing, as if he was going to take it off fully, coaxing Adam inside. Adam walked in, and Tyler closed the door. Snapping around he confronted Adam forcefully. “So you want me to be your bitch right?” Tyler said. “Fuck yeah you dumb homo. I have ALWAYS wanted you like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never been ok with you being with Brandon. And having you this afternoon was just a sample of the hell I want with you!” Adam replied excitedly. “Good,” Tyler replied nervously. He had to put all the pieces together here. “I need to create a reason for not being home today. Brandon is already upset.” Adam interjected, “Fuck yeah. You two break up you’re mine everyday!” Tyler put his hand up to pause Adam. Yes, he knew Adam wanted him like crazy, but he could also discern from the fucking earlier that Adam enjoyed the cheating as well. He needed Adam to continue to enjoy the cheating, so he went deeper. “No no Adam. You loved me cheating on Brandon right?” Tyler’s tone intensified, becoming more sultry and coaxing in its manner. “You looooooved it right? You want me to cheat on him with you right? Adam looked a bit stunned, not that he wasn’t wildly turned on, but more that Tyler was this dark. He wanted Tyler every day, but both of them cheating on their lovers was another layer that would be destroyed if Brandon broke up with Tyler. He nodded. “OK so we need to keep that going baby,” Tyler gently kissed Adam. He was nervous. He knew this was a rabbit hole that was going to have consequences. He knew Adam was harmless to Brandon, and he knew Brandon would trust him, so Adam could provide the perfect cover, at least for now. Only an hour earlier Tyler had thought that he could clean up his act and even considered stopping the slutting, but no, in the end, he had to fix the Brandon problem that happened today, and this was the potentially best way to do it. Tyler grabbed Adam’s hand and led him to his and Brandon’s bed. “This is where we make love, Brandon and I,” Tyler said nervously. He really felt a threshold being crossed, but desperation was too much. He couldn’t have Brandon question anything about his absence today. Tyler gulped, knowing the gravity of his words upcoming, but committed to them he continued, “Lets defile our bed, you and I Adam. Lets feel the corruption build between us and our lust consume any morality that we have!” Adam about turned into a monster at that point, but Tyler held him back for a final statement. “Adam, I will give you this all, but I need ONE THING from you,” Tyler said. “Which is?” Adam replied Tyler explained that he was a slut after Adam that afternoon, which only had Adam’s dick pulsing harder, and that he went silent on Brandon all day long. He explained that he was going to tell Brandon about him dropping his phone accidentally in the street which prevented a reply. But he needed Adam to vouch that they were hanging out and went out to eat and such trivial things that would lead Brandon to believe that everything was fine. “And you’ll let me keep coming over and defiling your relationship in the bed you share with him at all costs FOREVER?” Adam could barely contain himself. Tyler sealed the covenant. “Yes, forever.” Adam exploded, slamming Tyler down on the bed, tearing his sleeveless shirt right off him, in pieces. Pulling down Tyler’s shorts, he saw Tyler’s pink briefs, 100% soaked in cum, like he had bathed in it. “What the literal fuck did you do today?” Adam said, smelling the cum soaked into Tyler’s skin from his briefs as we pulled them down. “Fuck me baby,” Tyler deflected. He knew he had committed to a darkness he hadn’t believed he could. Adam slammed Tyler face first into the bed, slamming his big dick into him. Cum poured from Tyler’s hole by what seemed like the gallons. “Oh you are one sick piece of trash,” Adam said, licking Tyler’s ear. “But god fucking a goddamn loose slut hole is so much hotter than a tight one. I can barely feel my dick in you. The amount of men that have been in you must be massive!” Tyler grunted, his eyes started to glaze back, he was feeling transcendence come on, but he kept being pulled back into reality. “It feels good doing it where you make love doesn’t it?” Adam cried. “Its NEVER going to be same for you two, never ever going to be same.” The thrust were deep, but the hole was loose. Tyler didn’t care if he couldn’t feel it as well as when he was tight. What he cared about was that he was creating as airtight an alibi as possible, yet deep down, he knew he was getting Adam’s babies again. “Stare at the pictures of you two surrounding us!!!” Adam commanded. Tyler looked at the few pictures of him and Brandon happy together, over different portions of their relationship, on the nightstands next to the bed. The bed was bouncing now, Adam was fucking Tyler with great strength, holding his bony body to the bed, the mattress heaving with the lust and desires that Adam held. “Look at your fucking happiness unwind before you. Look at your world fall apart!” Adam laughed maniacally. “Look at the untimely end to everything. When you see him tomorrow, kiss him deeply, knowing your hell and demonic nature!” Tyler transcended. His spirit flung above the seen much quicker than before, the dark act disappearing from his view. He appeared in a labyrinth that was exceptionally dark, yet flints of red light hit the smoke in the maze. He was naked of course, beautiful as can be, with the red light bouncing off his piercings. He heard the sound of creatures nearby, guttural tormenting sounds of lust and desire being made. He started walking. Around a corner he saw himself again strapped to a dumpster, his dick pouring cum, his ass pouring cum, the neighborhood lined up to impregnate him. Another 90 degree turn and he saw himself on some wooden machine, shacked on all fours, as his ass was a waterfall for cum, his body even skinnier and bony. Another corner and he saw his parents, naked, fucking hard, and he began to precum. He stopped. He had to watch. They turned to him in their lust and screamed at him to turn away. Calling him demented and sick. He only smiled and stroked his dick in one hand, touching his body in a coaxing manner in the other, sliding his hand over all his bones, just begging to one to relinquish and want to touch him. They kept fucking and yelling at him in the same time. A flash occurred and Tyler was in another part of the labyrinth, the sounds of lust coming closer now. He felt like the transcendence was waning, but he tried to stay focused to keep it. He could hear Adam breaking into his visions… “Fucking garbage dump I am going to fuck you up in ways you’ll never imagine!” Adams voice came on strong, then faded into the distant. There in front of him Tyler saw his father masturbating like a fiend to naked videos of Tyler being used. His body already covered with cumloads from the amount of orgasms he had had. His father looked at Tyler standing there, screaming at him that he was a sick fuck. Tyler lost control and responded by telling his father how much he loved seeing his hairy naked body getting off to his demonic nature. His father couldn’t stop stroking but kept yelling. The scene was imploding on itself. He felt the brutal thrusts of Adam deeper and harder and more real inside him. Tyler reached out and touched his father’s hairy chest, lust materialized as an almost magical dust emanating from him. Lightning bolts shot through Tyler at the initial touch, extreme amounts of pleasure flowed through him like a jet, disgust filled his bones at his sickness, yet he moved his hand more, caressing the body. His dad furiously screamed to stop it, but made no attempt to stop him. Tyler felt a flash coming on and with no ability to stop it, he succumbed. He appeared in the room again surrounded by the creatures. This time he was being groped from every angle. Almost every part of his body was covered in hands, or claws, or whatever these things were. He could make out horns in the shadows protruding from the heads of the creatures. He felt contentment, rage, disgust. Then he felt a massive dick running down his skinny spine. This felt like it was the size of 10 dicks in one. He felt it press against his slutty hole and felt it open to accept it. No faces could be seen but he did not care. He was learning to not care about faces, not care about looks. The claws dragged against his perfect skin, and then he felt the most massive thing enter him and he saw his skin turn blood red. In front of his eyes, tattoos began to materialize all over his arms, legs, and anything else he could seen. He could make out faintly as they materialized, nasty words being etched into him. Words like slut, faggot, demon, seemed to swirl onto his body. He felt the etching continuing on his back, above his ass, down the back of his legs, although he couldn’t read it. The pain was immense but the pleasure was indescribable. Nothing that Brandon, Adam, Jax, or any of the 20 or so other boys did to him the nights prior had even a percent of a feeling of what bliss he was experiencing now. In his mind, he made up that we wanted to stay. Fuck the real world, he belonged here. As soon as Tyler’s mind was made up, his skin returned to normal and the vision began to fade. He desperately tried to conjure the pleasure he was feeling, anything to keep this transcendence, or whatever Jax called it alive. It felt reel. Fuck it could be real. He didn’t even understand how it was happening, but he didn’t care. He had stay! He started begging out loud to the shadows to let him stay, not to take him. But as he looked down he saw himself being sucked back into reality. Adam was turning him over on his back, his face sweaty and soaked with the sweat from their destruction. Entering reality Adam ferociously kissed Tyler. Tyler’s smooth pencil legs wrapped around Adam, pulling him as deeply as he could. Tyler’s hole longed for the massive dick he had just experienced, but alas, the feeling, and even the memory was starting to fade. Tyler’s dick released a copious cum load, without it being touched, as Adam was maniacally screaming, probably waking up the entire apartment complex. It didn’t matter, Tyler had practically lose all physical remembrance of his transcendence, his arms wrapped around Adam like he was the love of his life, and Tyler committed more fully to the act than he ever did before. “I love you inside me so much my love!” Tyler screamed. “Yes! Yes! I AM YOUR FUCKING LOVE!” Adam cried. His dick was pulsating so hard that even with his incredible loose hole, Tyler could feel it knocking around inside him. Tyler felt the darkness of the scene and continued to succumb. “Give me your babies Adam, give them to me fully. Corrupt me more baby. Right here, where Brandon and I lay, where I will lie to his face that he’s the only one for me, only to think of you when I do it.” Tyler screamed, far too loud, his neighbors must think hell was taking place in his home. Adam roared releasing his loads deep into Tyler, which felt like it took five minutes to complete. Pulling out Adam attacked Tyler’s hole, sucking the cum out of it, which was easy, considering Tyler’s hole was so loose it was just about pouring out anyway. Adam went back and forth between Tyler’s hole and mouth, collecting the cum, to the point that their mouths we completely full of Tyler’s ass loads, and they made out like wild. Cum dripped down their mouths and chins, covering them. They held each other so hard it was as if they were trying to push their bodies together into one. It was beautiful, dark, sinful, and destructive. Adam pulled off Tyler finally after what seemed to be an eternity, his hands still almost out of his control, gently touching Tyler’s perfect body, flicking his nipple piercings, caressing his perfection. “I love how many men you are sleeping with my baby. The next time I cum over, your hole better be filled with multiple men’s loads, otherwise, hey I might slip up and get Brandon a but suspicious.” Wait, this wasn’t the deal. Tyler was still orgasming internally, but he tried to get himself back to reality. “Hey, I said you can have me whenever, I never said I had to have slept with multiple men beforehand. That wasn’t the agreement!” Tyler cried. “Well I made an adjustment to the agreement baby,” Adam kissed him gently on the lips, “Cmon, its not as if that’s UNLIKELY to happen anyway at this point. I’m sure you’re going to invite 20 more men over tonight to defile your bed,” Adam laughed in an evil manner. Tyler laid there like the picture of perfection, as Adam got dressed. Again, no other words were uttered. Tyler had committed to this covenant and now it owned him. All those thoughts of getting on the right track were flooding back into Tyler. How could he right this this time? Did he even want to? Deep down, he knew things were spiraling and he desperately needed to feel another transcendence as well. It was opening him up to things he had no idea he desired or wanted or even felt. Too many emotions encircled him. His body heaved with lust and desire. Adam walked out the door and Tyler began convulsing, orgasming from extreme feelings that were flooding inside him. Without even touching himself, without even being touched, Tyler experienced the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. His path was beginning to become sealed in darkness.

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

Glory Holes have been around as long as there have been men's rooms. But what's their true purpose? Obviously for Cocks to get sucked off by men that crave it. But, there's another, deeper function too. When there's a public room (i.e. men's rest room), with one or more glory holes carved into the partitions, it focuses all the attention on only one thing: Lust. The need to suck a Cock off, feel the rush when it pumps Sperm down the throat or up the gut. Glory holes are seldom bigger than they need to be to get the Cock/balls through and mate with a hungry mouth or hole. This fact actually reduces our concentration to the lowest common denominator. If you happen to like beefy guys, and the Cock on the other side of the partition is so skinny he could walk through a harp, you won't know or care. The only important thing is the hard Cock staring back at you through the gh. If you like skinny guys, and the guy on the other side is beefy, you won't see or care. All you care is there's a man that needs to sate his Lust, just as you need to sate yours. Whether the Cock pumps sperm down your throat or up your Hole, the important thing - boiled down to it's lowest common denominator - is hard raw Cock mating with hungry raw Hole. There are no other considerations available. Of course, in a bar/"bookstore"/whatever known for raw pigsex, men will cruise each other and head to the john to complete the act of mating with each other(s). But in general, glory holes serve a magnificent purpose by filtering out all the unnecessary distractions, allowing us to focus on only our Lust, the need to mate with our brothers, the craving to pitch or catch sperm. Maybe you finish and see the guy as he leaves, and think to yourself "oh fuck - did I actually suck that mess off?" Or, "oh fuck - that guy is hotttt - I want/need more" and go get his contact information. In either case, the act of mating with your brothers has taken place, as it will again and again and again. Glory Holes serve a crucially important function: it's all about lust - all about mating. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm. Whether at a group breeding orgy, a glory hole, in an alley, at your place or his, wherever. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm.

The first time I knowingly took a load off Af/Am Cock was the same guy mentioned in the other entry "first time I fucked/bred Af/Am Hole" I may have prior, but this was the first time I knew it was Af/Am: Previously, same kid that lived up the block. After pumping his Hole in the garage that time, I still saw him out walking his dog - a couple of times with his wife - when I would only nod at them without speaking. For some reason, I had to take the dogs out later than usual - can't remember why. Maybe a business meeting that ran overtime, could be anything. But, it was later at night, and already dark. So after passing his house, maybe half a block away, he must have left to take his dog out. In any event, I heard someone running behind me, turned around and there he was. This was a beautiful kid, beautiful smile, tall, slim, buzzcut, masculine-type, but not uber-butch in appearance. I already knew how much he loved getting fucked (that's in the other posting), so I said hi and we walked on. So one of my dogs did his duty, and I took a bag out of my pocket to do mine, and bent down to pick up. The kid took that opportunity to cop a feel of my ass, and I was already half-hard remembering how sweet his is. Walked on with the dogs, and he felt up my ass again - so I just asked him if he wanted to shove that beautiful Cock up my gut. After all, I already knew how his hard cock arched up and pointed back to his belly, with the overhang filling up with pre-cum from the last time. He had the same type of shorts on - some thin material, and any passerby could have seen it in his shorts. There are some single-family homes in that area, some 2-flats, some 3-flats, and the streets are always full of parked cars at night, and lots of large trees. Then, his dog did it's duty, and when he bent over to pick up I put my hand down his shorts and felt up his Hole - which, btw, is hairy, and absolutely delicious. So we walked a little farther, then turned back towards our block. I was burning up with lust by this point, so in the middle of one block, midway inbetween the street lights, I saw a pickup truck parked with a van parked behind it. There was also a tree that shaded the streetlight from those trucks, and enough room inbetween the trucks. I just didn't care - the thrill of taking that sweet Cock, and right on the street - was just too much to resist. So, of course, I didn't. Pulled him off the sidewalk and in between those trucks, dogs in tow, got down on my knees and sucked on that hot Cock for a few minutes, then I just said "I need your load up my gut", turned around and that sweet boy just knelt behind me and sucked my Hole, stood up and eased it in. The whole notion, the whole scene was so fukkin hot I shot my sperm on that Ford truck well before he pumped his sperm up my gut. The act of mating with a raw Cock, right in public, on the street, where anyone could have walked by and watched, was so damn exciting - such a perfect act of pure BreedLust, it made me shoot well before his Cock did. At the time, it was probably the most brazenly display of pure Breed Lust I'd ever performed. And I sure as hell would do it again.

I never thought that my hiv testing routine was too out of the ordinary or even a turn on it is just how I do it... So both ABS's that I go to are not in my local town, one 20 minutes south, one 20 minutes north. It has been 4 months since I last tested and I have taken quite a few anon loads over the past month to 6 weeks, so I thought I had better test. Have been feeling fine, no symptoms but always want to know where I stand. If you all have my posts you know I am married to a woman, we are sexually active but I just can't get enough cock in my ass or their anonymous loads. So as I always do when I want to test, I headed north because there is a CVS, 1 mile from the ABS. Went into the CVS and purchased an Oraquick, with cash to never leave a trace or paper trail. got back in the car and drove to the ABS an pulled into the parking lot. Opened the oraquick, and performed the test, put it in the console of my truck and set my timer. I grabbed my cash out of the cup holder...bottle of amsterdam poppers and went into the bookstore. Was kinda slow, but found a guy who wanted sucked....I sucked and swallowed his nut (nice thick load) ...I heard another guy go in the booth across the hall so I moved over next to him leaving my door slightly ajar. unzipped and put my pants around my ankles, poppers in hand got on my knees and sucked a sweet uncut cock hard (I love hooded cock),,,,go him sloppy wet and stood up and turned around. I lined his cock up and pushed myself back onto his thick cock. Hit my poppers and took it to the base...soon, I was matching his rhythm. Taking it hard, with his belt buckle hitting the booth wall. In the middle of a hard fuck session, my timer goes off. It was so loud it startled him and he pulled out. I shut my alarm off, and reached thru the hole for his cock. Hit my poppers again and he slid in, all the way to the base with one pump. 5-6 pumps and I heard that sweet sound of "cum grunt" and felt his cock twitch inside me. He filled me up. I quickly pulled up and zipped and opened my booth to leave he was coming out in the hallway and said "wife calling?" referring to my alarm. I said "No, timer for my Oraquick test"...he said "that is fuckin hot". I left and checked the results in my truck, he walked out and coincidentally he was parked next to me. I rolled down my window and said "Negative"....his reply "For Now" He got in his truck and drove away! I LOVE ANON FUCKING AND CUM!!!! And yes, I am negative for now!

Horny after work, so stipped in abs on the chance there'd be a hole I was interested in. Not a bad crowd surprisingly, but mostly twinks. I saw one kept staring at me, so I went over and asked if he liked daddies. He was maybe 5'6", 120lbs, brown/brown, and maybe 18. I know they card folks before they get in the back rooms. Anyways, we go to a booth, and I push him down and pull out my cock. He begins sucking right away. Does a pretty good job, but I want his ass pussy. I have him stand and bend over onto the seat, pull down his shorts and start fingering his smooth hairless hole. He's moaning, and I'm spitting as much as I can to lube him up. I have one hand on his back to hold him still, and the other is lining my cock up with his hole. I begin pushing in, and he's letting out a pained moan. I tell him to relax and keep pushing, and finally slide all the way in. I'm really worked up by now, so I just start fucking him steady and tell him I'm going to fuck his tight ass until it's stretched out. He's obviously is uncomfortable, but never tells me to stop. After a minute my cock is sliding in and out easier, as my precum was doing its job. I ask him if I just popped his cherry, and he nods and keeps letting out the occasional gasp and moan. I let him know I'm going to finish the job and nut in his ass, and I no sooner get the words out when I start unloading. I good 7 squirts as deep as I could get them. He doesn't move, so I slide my cock out and stand him upright. I reach around and feel his cock. It's soft as can be, and no dripping. So, instead I put a finger in his hole to feel my cum in there, tell him he has a sweet ass pussy, and then head out the door.

Nuclear sub in my undies comes out for covert missions in Asian arse...

Part 10 - The Frozen Exterior The royal car arrived at the front of the palace and Alex thanked the royal family for their hospitality and in return he received an open invitation to the palace whenever he wanted. The Duchess had come over specially to see Alex off, she had found him a breath of fresh air and even though he was on their level their conversation had flowed effortlessly and full of humour. Liam had the door open and bowed his head as Alex climbed in the back seat then closed the door. He walked around to the other side of the limousine and climbed in the back next to Alex who glanced at him taking his seat and surprised he was sitting in the back with him. "Do we have everything we need for the trip?" Alex asked him. "Yes your highness" Liam replied getting his phone out and texting his parents. "Wonderful things mobile phones your highness" Liam remarked glancing at the prince. Alex sat silently looking out of the window "Have you got both your phones?" Liam asked. "No I..." Alex stopped and looked at him "How did you know?" he asked. Liam carried on texting "Don't underestimate me your highness" he simply replied. Alex bit his lower lip and turned to the window "Is Artem looking after it?" Liam now asked. "Yes" Alex replied pausing for a moment, "Suppose you are going to tell on me now". "Depends how well you behave on this trip" Liam replied smiling and still texting. Alex sat in silence for the rest of the twenty minute trip to the airport and was thankful when the royal car they were travelling in pulled up outside the Barajas VIP building. Attendants swiftly attended the car and opened both passenger doors, Liam was greeted and Alex climbed out with the attendant bowing his head 'Your royal highness welcome' he said guiding Alex in to the building. Liam retained protocol and walked behind the prince and it was evident that Alex was ignoring him whilst they had their passports checked and went through security screening before entering the lounge. Liam stood watching over him whilst they waited in the privacy of the lounge waiting to be taken to the aircraft by the airlines ground staff who appeared sooner than they expected 'Your highness they are ready for you to board' he said politely guiding Alex to the waiting car airside. Again Liam sat in the back with Alex as the car snaked around the buildings and under the airbridges until it arrived at the aircraft. The chief purser was standing at the stop of the stairs outside of the airbridge and curtsied 'Your royal highness Prince Alexander welcome on board, please allow me to take you to your seat' she said leading the way. The doors to the aircraft were closed behind them as they walked through first class to the front row and the two centre suite pods. The divider was already down and Alex reached over to raise the partition but Liam stopped him and smirked shaking his head. "You really know how to irritate me" Alex said sitting back in his seat. Liam leaned forward "I need to keep an eye on you your highness" he reminded him. Alex scoffed "Yeah like I am going to disappear on a plane" he remarked. "I wouldn't put it past you to try" Liam replied settling in to his seat. Alex settled back and accepted a glass of champagne "Go easy your highness" Liam said. Out of spite Alex downed it and hiccupped several time "You never learn" Liam remarked. "You disapprove of everything I do so what" Alex replied, "Anyway I am only the spare". Liam sat forward glaring at him "Don't you ever let me hear you say that again!" he said angrily. Alex was taken back and tried to shrink in his seat, he never expected his protection officer to react so dramatically at those words and he felt shame at putting himself down in that way to someone he didn't really know well. Liam sat back in his seat a little disturbed at what he heard. Alex put the tail camera on his screen and clamped the headphones on listening to music and watching the plane moving away from the gate towards the runway. Not long after they were airborne the purser came round to Liam's seat asking if he wanted to dine, he spoke quietly to the purser who nodded and went off. A few minutes later she returned serving them drinks, Alex settled down watching a movie in the hope he could ignore Liam when the chief purser appeared and started to lay his table for dinner. He looked a little perplexed when they set up two place settings and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Alex was about to tell her this was a mistake when Liam appeared and shuffled in to his suite and sat on the ottoman seat opposite him and making himself comfortable, all the while his gaze was fixed on Alex like he was goading him to respond. Alex could play this game as well and he stared back at his protection officer keeping a dead pan expression on his face. "I decided we would have dinner together your highness" Liam said smiling and relaxing now. Alex didn't blink whilst staring at him "So you just invited yourself?" he asked. "Yes" Liam remarked smirking at him, "And I can keep an eye on you your highness". Alex looked at him "Royal protocol dictates you may only dine when invited to" he said smugly. Liam stared back at him "As your highness sees fit to remind me of protocol I will leave". He moved to stand "No. You may dine with me" Alex said relenting on the intrusion. In truth Alex was glad of the company "Fine" Liam said gesturing he was annoyed. "Might as well eat a plate of your disapproval" Alex said tongue in cheek. Liam sat there his mouth twitching as he tried not to smile "Get over it" he replied. "Caviar?" Alex questioned watching the chief purser placing it down. Liam smiled "Only chance I get for a bit of luxury your highness" he said maintaining protocol. Alex watched the chief purser pour the champagne "Bon appetite your highness, sir" she said. Alex made a grab for a bellini when Liam tapped his hand "Wait your turn" he said. "Hell you are bossy tonight who put you in charge?" Alex asked watching and amused by his antics. Liam looked at the prince and smiled "I am in charge" he said sipping his champagne. "Is that so!" Alex quickly replied smirking at him, "Protocol" he reminded Liam. Liam looked at the prince and smirked back at him ignoring his remark. Alex couldn't fathom the Liam out sitting opposite him, in fact Liam confused him at best of times and this was no different. Alex took a sip of champagne and watched how Liam prepared the caviar bellini, then the weirdest thing of all happened, he held the bellini up and Alex went to take it put he pulled it back shaking his head 'Open' he said then gently he fed it to Alex and smiled then prepared one for himself. Every small movement that his protection officer made stretched the cotton fabric of his white shirt tight over those muscular arms. Alex sat there quietly admiring how strong and handsome Liam looked in the subtle lighting of the cabin and allowing him to feed him several more caviar bellinis. "Not sure I like that" Alex said screwing his face up. Liam glanced up at him "Why do you keep eating it then?" he asked. Alex shrugged "No idea, thought it might improve things between us" he said barely audible. "Stop mumbling your highness" Liam remarked picking up the champagne bottle. Alex watched him top up both glasses "I can not work you out sometimes" he said. "I don't know what you mean" Liam replied putting the bottle back in the ice bucket. Liam smiled "I do not hate or disapprove of you your highness" he said openly. "Really?" Alex questioned back, "You could have fooled me, hell knows what you really think of me". Liam shook his head "Your highness you make my job hard looking after you" he said. "Good" Alex replied grinning, "You are a bit of knob head at times you know" he said. "So Artem has told me" Liam replied staring at Alex who looked a little embarrassed. Alex sipped his champagne eyes fixed on Liam "Probably hate me even more now" he said softly. Liam chuckled "I don't care, I love my job and you are my job Alex" he replied. Alex looked at him "You just called me Alex!" he remarked wondering if a thaw was happening. Liam sipped his champagne studying the prince "I can return to protocol if you like?" he asked. "No!" Alex quickly replied, "Cut me a little slack Liam" he asked wondering if it was too much. "Absolutely not Alex" Liam replied immediately, "Only when you trust me" he said. Alex looked at the bubbles in his glass rising to the top "That works both ways" he replied. Liam raised his glass to Alex "Trusting each other, no lies, no deceits" he said waiting. Alex stared him in the eye moving his glass closer "Trusting each other" he said. They tapped glasses in a gentle manner and both took a sip, it crossed Alex's mind questioning if this was a trick to lull him in to letting his guard down. He was prepared to since he wanted Liam on his side at least. For the moment though he was still going to keep him at arms length and as long as his protection officer stopped being so uptight he would gradually let him in. "No disappearing. Trust me to look after you your highness" Liam said interrupting his thoughts. "Dam you are serious about your job" Alex replied still trying to assess the frozen exterior. Liam simply stared until Alex caved "Okay" he said thinking that was it. "Alright I promise not to" Alex now said finding Liam's staring embarrassing, "Stop doing that". Liam smirked and took a gulp of champagne "No flirting with me either" he said filling his glass. "Yeah right, like I find you sexy" Alex replied unable to contain the grin on his face. Straight away Liam smiled and their conversation went to a more light and informal manner discussing about their trip to Mauritius and his general wellbeing, dinner lasted a good few hours since they were in no rush. His conversation with Alex had revealed some hidden depths to Alex, things that Liam had been warned about by the king, to hear them coming from the prince himself he now understood why the king was concerned. Liam had been tasked not only to be his protection officer but also become someone the prince could lean on and confide in. Liam had taken an honour code to protect his charge, what Alex didn't know was how much Liam loved this job and just how dedicated he was having reached the position as a personal crown protection officer. Palace life was his life as was Prince Alexander his sole responsibility and that was all he really cared about. He would do everything possible to ensure the prince was never lonely or talked about leaving his position behind to find a normal life. Liam settled down to watch a movie but kept leaning forward checking on his sleeping prince. He was starting to realise that the prince was clearly fighting his own demons and the oppressive feelings he had being part of the royal life that surrounded him 24/7. Sleeping there was a very vulnerable person who was complex in his emotions with no outlet to express them without judgement or comment, Liam wasn't sure if he felt pity or sadness for the prince. It had basically come down to Liam to help steer and keep the prince focused and interested. Alex slept the last couple of hours before arriving in Dubai where they were taken to the airlines extremely plush private Lounge to wait for the connecting flight down to Mauritius. Both of them slept most of the last leg of the flight and woke to have breakfast before arriving. They waited until first and business class passengers had disembarked before disembarking themselves down the stairs and into the private arrival lounge of the Le Touessrok hotel, their immigration and customs checks were done quickly and whisked off by the hotels limousine to the hotel. On arrival at the hotel the manager was there to greet them. "Your royal highness welcome to Le Touessrok" he said warmly bowing his head. Alex smiled and held out his hand "Please I am here as a guest not royalty" he said. "Of course sir, only the heads of department and your butler know" the manager replied assuring him. Alex shook his head "This was suppose to be a low key trip" he said to Liam. "It is a low as you can get your highness" Liam replied smirking with emphasis on low. The irony noticed by Alex "Wow! not even in the hotel before you take a swipe at me" he said. They followed the manager across a decking footpath over the tropical pond than meandered towards the reception then out past the family pool terrace, crossing a little bridge over the water inlet on to Frangipani island. The manager assuring Alex that this area was for adults only and consisted of their Royal Suite and the most secluded part of the resort. He apologised for not being able to give them one of the exclusive villas as they were all occupied, Alex reassured the manager that it was not necessary reminding him he was here as just another guest and expected to be treated as such. Alex walked in to the brightly decorated modern plush two bedroom suite on the first floor overlooking the beach. Liam walked around the suite and nodded to the manager that it was acceptable and private enough. Liam occupied one of the two junior suites on the ground floor underneath Alex's suite. Their luggage was already unpacked and neatly hung in the wardrobes. Alex crashed out on the bed tired from the 12 hour flight and time difference. He woke after a couple of hours still fully dressed and walked out on the balcony looking out at the beach. It certainly wasn't packed and he noticed a group a three lads sitting at the waters edge loudly talking, further on a few other couples were sunbathing on what looked like a romantic break. His eyes moved back to the three men and from his distance he guessed they were around slightly older, one of them did catch his eye when he laid back on the sand stretching out. He had light brown fashionably cut hair, short on the sides and slightly longer on top, a few tattoos down his left arm and across his shoulder. Certainly not gym fit with a six pack but he was nevertheless quite muscular and certainly pleasing to view from this distance, the two men he was with were both very buff and well spoken from what he could hear. Alex day dreamed looking out at the view and imagining he had landed in a paradise full of hot men all vying to be with him until he was interrupted from below and soft voice of Liam. "You going to stay up there all day?" he called out from below. Alex looked down "Yes! Well I might do" he replied taking his shirt off. "Make sure you tell me if you are leaving the suite your highness" Liam called out loudly. Alex stuck his head over balcony "Stop with the highness crap now!" he shouted back at Liam. "Seriously that again?" Liam called up, "Get your royal arse down here now" he demanded. "Only if you stop disapproving and hating me" Alex said hitting a nerve with Liam. Liam's expressions changed "Baby steps first, anyway I have never said I hated you" he replied. Alex contemplated him for a moment "Five minutes" he said. Liam shook his head "You are worse than a woman" he said grinning at him. "That remark is going to cost you!" Alex replied smiling then disappearing inside. Max watched from the water at the attractive muscular guy standing on the beach looking up at the young man on the first floor balcony. Catching only a brief glimpse of the balcony guy it was enough to make out he was attractive and young but other than that he couldn't really tell, then he smiled watching him strip his shirt off, fixated unable to take his eyes off him. He watched as he leaned over having what looked like an animated discussion with the muscle man below, to Max it bordered on flirting, again it was difficult to make it out properly. He suspected they were a couple or friends the way they interacted with each other. At 22 Max Westwood-Lymm was in his own right a handsome English lad from a very affluent family that lived just off Sloane Square in London. He stood five feet eleven inches, light brown hair and blue eyes, his medium build combined perfectly with his muscular physique gained from playing rugby and wrestling growing up. A typical public school boy he was educated at Eaton and was working as a curator of contemporary and modern art for the Whiteguards gallery in Chelsea. His mother disapproved of him getting tattoos but even she came around seeing how good they looked on his body. His best friends Louis one year older and Gareth two years older all lived in the same road and kept a very close and closed friendship, each came from wealthy families without social status or titles. In fact they lived down a normal road that just happened to be full of multi-million pound Georgian houses, they often went on holidays together almost every time ending up here at their favourite hotel in the world. Max and Gareth were gay, in fact Gareth was every inch a stunner with his blond hair and heavy muscular ripped body, he knew he was a sex god that men wanted and he played on it to get guys, being only 24 he had no problem getting younger guys. It was often referred to the G effect that if Gareth made a pass at a guy they would without doubt end up in bed subjected to Gareth's crazy sex drive and he could go for hours without needing a break if the right twink was under him. In fact no guy had ever turned Gareth down when he made his move smothering the target, as he called it, with affection and compliments to the point they would sit and beg for him. Max was quite the opposite and been burnt three times in the past 2 years by guys who only saw him as a bank, his generous nature and kind heart were abused by his current boyfriend until Gareth stepped in kicking them down the street, quite literally once. The result was now a very acutely cautious Max towards any guy who showed interest in him. It was eight months since he had seen a guy on any kind of serious basis, he had become insanely awkward with no real confidence when it came to reading guys. He was such a bad judge of character that Gareth had taken it on himself to check guys out whenever Max needed advice. He was constantly reminded by Gareth and Louis that he was only 22 and not to be too focused on finding the man of his dreams. Louis was the token straight in the group and had several Chelsea socialites biding for his affections and a serial dater with three girls on the go, despite him being a little geeky his articulation was so immaculate when in conversation that girls just adored him. Alex walked down the steps dressed in his swimming shorts, t-shirt, baseball cap and sunglasses. Liam dressed much the same without a t-shirt stood waiting for him. Almost missing a step when he saw Liam's body for the first time his bottom jaw almost hit the bottom step, despite muscles not being a big turn on for Alex he couldn't deny that there stood one fine specimen, so sexually alluring, his body was so incredible to look at and it was having the desired effect in his head and swimming shorts. "You approve then by the look on your face" Liam commented to Alex grinning at him. "So full of yourself" Alex replied pushing past Liam and almost breaking in to a sweat. Alex stopped and turned to face him "You will do" he said grinning and making Liam laugh. "Where is it hidden then?" Alex asked accidentally looking down at Liam's package. "Not down there prince" Liam said laughing, "I don't need it, I can break a guy with my hands". Alex nodded "Really?" he said unimpressed then Liam purposefully flexed the muscles in his arm. Alex turned away "You can stop doing that, it does nothing for me" he said secretly amused. "You are a bad liar" Liam remarked walking besides Alex. Walking across the bridge then along the beach Liam looked at him "You okay?". Alex nodded looking out across the ocean, "Alex I don't hate you" Liam said. Alex spoke quietly "I just get the impression I do nothing right in your eyes" he replied. Liam tutted "Why do you think you have to impress me Alex?" he asked stopping. Alex shrugged coming to a stop "I really have no idea, guess I want you to like me". Liam smiled "I hardly know you Alex" he replied, "You have to trust me though, no secrets". "I know, I did promise you last night on the flight" Alex reminded him. "Yeah, just making sure it wasn't champagne talk" Liam replied glancing at him. Alex turned to him "Are you ashamed of me?" he asked frightened by any response. "No Alex" Liam replied genuinely, "You did put me in an awkward situation the first night". Alex lowered his eyes "I am sorry Liam, I need more experience at being gay" he replied. Liam laughed "Hmm, I think you got that in Madrid". "Very funny" Alex said, "You have no idea how hard it is being me" he said, words etched in sadness. Liam saw his look suddenly change "Do you really feel that lonely?" he asked. Alex turned away nodding and started walking "Except when I have Jackson and Artem around". "Be honest" Liam said stopping again, "You and Jackson what is going on there?" he asked. Alex shrugged "Nothing really, he and I meet up every now and then, keeps me sane" he replied. He noticed the strange look from Liam "I get it my privileged life you think I am spoilt". "Alex that is far from how I see you" Liam replied looking a little shocked from his remark. "No Alex" Liam continued, "There is nothing spoilt or privileged about you". Liam smiled at him "I would say the way you were brought up shows how normal you are". Liam put his arm around Alex shoulder startling him "What are you doing?" Alex asked. "Shut up and enjoy it" Liam said sounding smug, "People will be so envious of you". Alex threw his head back laughing "My god you do like to big yourself up" he said looking at Liam. "We are a team Alex" Liam replied, "The next two weeks you and I get to know each other". Alex smiled even though his body tingled through every nerve "My life in your hands". Liam pulled Alex in a little closer as they walked "I have to trust you" Alex now said. "That's all I need from you Alex" Liam said nodding in approval. Alex looked at him smirking "Talk about overstepping boundaries" he remarked. Liam laughed "Come on, I look dam sexy with you and you know it!" he said casually. Alex chuckled "Can we have dinner together tonight?" he asked glancing at Liam. "I think I am free" Liam replied getting a play punch from Alex. Liam held Alex firmer "I really enjoyed having dinner on the flight with you". "Same here" Alex said smiling, "But feeding me, that was weird". Liam looked at him "That was me expressing loyalty and devotion to you" he said in a serious tone. Alex sighed "You are weird I can not work you out at all" he said softly. "You are not suppose to" Liam replied pulling him closer, "I am an enigma". Alex laughed slowly putting his arm around Liam's waist "Baby steps Liam" he said. "Don't use my words against me!" Liam remarked smiling and glancing at Alex. "Oh and no bringing men back to your suite either" Liam said. "Don't worry I fear my life is going to be empty on that score" Alex said with a ting of sadness. Liam laughed "I think not, you are only 20 Alex plenty of time" he replied. Alex stopped and took his baseball cap off, "Swim?" he suggested. Liam let go of Alex and rushed down to the water "Come on then" he teased. Spending nearly an hour swimming and laughing Alex saw a much more relaxed Liam knowing they were out of harms way for the those few hours, hidden away on a white sandy beach and azure warm waters of the Indian Ocean. Alex spent a long time marvelling at Liam's body cutting through the water, even his legs were sexy in their own right. He was beginning to accept that Liam was going to be part of his life, right now he didn't care what Liam thought of him. All Alex saw was a very sexy man who had put his arm around his shoulder as they walked, outwardly he was all man and he loved women, he also caught him giving the Duchess a few glances back in Spain. Alex was a good swimmer but he was failing miserably at keeping up with Liam so he swam to the shore and put his baseball cap on then sat at the waters edge happily watching Liam. He was finding it amusing that every few minutes Liam would clearly look to see where Alex was, evident that his protection officer was no joke and was set out to keep him safe. Liam swam back to where Alex was sitting "You had enough?" he asked. Alex adjusted his baseball cap "No, carry on swimming I like watching you" he replied. Liam floated off on his back "Don't get any ideas about me!" he said splashing water at Alex. "Do you think you are that good then?" Alex asked playfully splashing Liam back. Liam raised his head and looked seriously at Alex "No" he said sounding completely honest. "Swim" Alex said resting his hand on his knees happily watching Liam. Liam swam back towards Alex "Enough" he said, "You are getting way to much pleasure out of me". Alex laughed loudly and fell on to his back "Second time I have made you laugh" Liam said. He sat beside Alex where they both remained silent watching the small waves breaking around their feet. Liam hinted for them to walk back and they both stood together and slowly walked back along the beach inconspicuous from anyone else, Alex loved the way Liam casually had his arm around his shoulder as they talked and walked the length of the beach back to their suites. It was hard to think who had the frozen exterior, it had melted in the space of several hours. Back in his suite Alex felt so happy and he rushed around getting showered and dressed ready for the evening. Liam knocked on the door at 8pm and Alex opened it dressed ready for dinner, they headed across to the hotels main restaurant where it was all buffet and show cooking. The hotel manager was doing his rounds when he spotted the prince and walked over and took them to a table that gave them some privacy. Liam asked the manager to put a bottle of champagne on ice in the prince's suite with two glasses whilst Alex slowly wondered around taking his time deciding what to eat. This was a new experience for him having to decide what to eat and the serving it himself, he stopped at the four different show cooking stations before deciding to try the Asian noodles, he was about to ask the chef when he noticed the guy he had been looking at on the beach. Max looked up from the buffet and his eyes hit directly on the balcony guy who was looking at him, Max fumbled with the tongs on the buffet pretending he hadn't noticed dropping them on the floor. "Stop trying to pick guys up" Liam said standing behind Alex. Alex looked over his shoulder "I am not, anyway he was looking at me" he remarked. Liam chuckled "You looked at him as well. Is your gay radar going off?" he asked Alex. "You are stupid" Alex replied then looked Liam up and down, "Well maybe!" he said. Liam leaned close to Alex "Fuck off!" he said softly, "You wish!". Alex grinned "Aha no denial then?" he asked. "You know I am not gay princess" Liam said mocking Alex. Alex ordered his noodles "You will pay for that remark as well!" he exclaimed giggling. Alex and Liam talked and laughed all the way through dinner then walked back over to Frangipani island in the warm humid evening air. Max watched them all during dinner trying to work out what the relationship was between the two guys sat almost hidden away in the restaurant. His eyes glued to the balcony guy walked out and disappearing from his view. Alex and Liam went back to Alex's suite and sat on the large balcony drinking a few glasses from the bottle of chilled champagne. The humidity, jetlag and alcohol getting to both of them who were taking it in turns yawning then laughing at each other until Alex fell asleep in the chair.

Why instead don't we ask how long that clown with the idiot haircut you folks elected on your side of the pond will stay in office? What is it with arrogant Brits who think they know enough about US politics to comment on whoever is president here? We endured four full years of a president who couldn't complete any sentence whatsoever, even reading it off a teleprompter, without dropping into a stream-of-consciousness rant about "crooked Hillary" or any of the other thousand people living in his delusional, sociopathic brain. I think we can endure another three years of Biden, who has, I might add, surrounded himself with intelligent, capable aides who can assist him in carrying out the duties to which he was elected, as contrasted with the collection of backstabbing, felonious grifters that surrounded the former guy, leaving us to lurch from one crisis to another with no one at the rudder and the purported captain of the ship too busy complaining about "hoaxes" and other idiocy to actually lead - or even to provide direction so that others could lead.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

My name is Justin. I am 5’10 155 have a six pack and bubble butt and a nice 8” dick, I am straight and have a girlfriend, but I have always been fascinated with giving oral and have watch lots of videos of gay guys giving oral to a straight guy. My girl got me started since she brought a bi film that started two college guy and one chick. I started watching my straight guys getting head from gay guys online and it would make me blow a huge load. One of the scenes was shot in a bathroom though a glory hole. I had never though much when I used a public rest room but after watching the video, I would check out the room and see if they had glory holes in the walls but the bathrooms I visited did not. That was until I cut through the park and checked out that bathroom, Bingo there was a glory hole between the stalls. I got in the stall and sat on the toilet waited and about three minutes later I heard footsteps and then the stall next me the door opened. My heart was racing as I heard the door lock and then the guy sat down and tapped his foot. I did not know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I tapped mine and he moved his foot closer and tapped again and I did the same. Then the guy stood up and slide his big dick through the glory hole, it had to be 9 inches and uncut. I had not come to suck dick, but this big dick was beautiful, so I grabbed it and jacked it a little and watched the foreskin got over his big fat head and the cum starting on his piss slit. The guy gruffly said suck my dick fag. I was no fag, but I followed his instruction and put my mouth on tongue on his beautiful dick and sucked as much as I could but after a few minutes he pulled out and then slipped a brown bottom through and told me to inhale. I uncapped it and took several inhales and then capped it and slide it back trough and his dick slide back through. Now I suddenly was a great or a better cock sucked and took his dick down my throat and gagged on it and sucked and jacked him and after ten minutes he hit the wall and I did not know what that meant but I soon found out it meant he was going to cum and he shot rope after rope in my throat and then slowly pulled out and when his head was almost all the way through he told me to clean up his foreskin and I slide my tongue inside and cleaned his dick head clean of the cum and he pulled out and zipped up and said fag, be here tomorrow at the same time. I sat there wondering how that fucking happened, I had come to get my dick sucked by a fag but here I was impersonating one myself. My dick was still rock hard, and I really needed to get off and I started to jack off and I heard the door to the stall. The same tap of the foot but this time the guy put his fingers to the hole, and I instinctively knew that he wanted me to slip my 8” though the glory hole. I did and he swallowed me and sucked my rock-hard dick and five minutes later I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it and sucked my dick trying to get more. I pulled out and zipped up and left without saying a word. It was hot and I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no intention on going back there tomorrow when I headed home to my girl, and I had convinced myself that I would never suck a dude off again but, in my dreams, I was giving two big, dicked guy’s head and I woke up in the morning with dick on my mind. I tried to fight it, but I wound up back at the park ten minutes before the time I was yesterday sitting in the stall waiting for that hot guy to come in. I hard footsteps and then the door latch and the guy pulled down his shorts and dangled his dick at the hole. It was not the same guy and I really wanted him to leave but felt like I had to suck his dick and blow him so the stall would be free for the hot guy. I tapped the hole like the other guy’s dick, and he slide his now hard dick through the hole. It was not huge 7 inches, but fat and I licked and sucked on his dick for five minutes and then the guy shot his load in my mouth, and he quickly pulled out of the hole and pulled up his shorts and left. The door opened and another guy came in. This seemed like my guy, he said fag it looks like you have already swallowed at least one load today. You better suck my dick better then last time you dirty little fag. I cleared my throat and said I will do better, and I am ready. He unzipped and his dick half hard was slipped through the hole, and I began to suck him, and I could tell he liked it, he was moaning. He pulled out just like last time and slipped the poppers through and I hit them and handed them back and he slide his big dick back through and I sucked and licked and made love to his dick until he shot his load in my throat again. He made me clean him again and then he said, good fag. I sent the first guy in here that you sucked and there are two more guys needing head. You will service them and be a good cock sucking fag and be here on Thursday at the same time. Do you understand Fag? I said, yes, I understand. He then zipped up and a 20 second later the door opened and in walked a guy and he unzipped and unbuckled and slide his dick through. The guy had a fat 7 or 7 ½ in dick that he slides through. I sucked his dick and he shot quick. It only took four minutes for him to shoot a huge load on my tongue. The guy had said nothing up to this point, but he pulled his dick out and said swallow my fucking load. I did and he left and 30 seconds later another guy came in and as I peeked through the hole, he was tall and skinny and once he hung his skateboard on the stall wall, I knew he was a young guy. He fished out his big dick and slide it through the hole and the kid had a to have 10” as I sucked him hard it was a hot cut dick average thickness. I sucked him for awhile and then he told me it was his turn. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and he just jacked it and then told me to turn around. I was confused and then he said fucking turn around and show me your ass. I pulled out and turned around and showed him my ass and he reached through and said spread your checks and I did, and he spit on his finger and rubbed my hole with his index finger and then pulled me to the hole grabbing my right check. Once there he started licking my ass hole and I could not believe how amazing his tongue felt and then after a few minutes he slide his finger inside me, and bolts of excitement went through my body as he fingered me and then he slides in another. My dick was rock hard and moments later he slides his dick slowly into me as he said don’t fucking move. I knew I should not be letting him do this to me, but I was paralyzed in the pleasure and pain. He fucked me for ten minutes and then I heard hem moan and grunt and knew he was Cumming inside me. He left his dick in me and slowly pulled out and told me to turn around and clean him up. I sucked on his dick and cleaned the cum and ass off his dick and he told me what a good fag I was, and he would breed me soon. What the fuck I though, this should never happen again as I sat waiting for a cock sucker to swallow my load and it was not long before a young dude wondered in, and I was soon shoot my load down his throat. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had become. I had swallowed three loads, sucked four dick and taken a load in my ass. I am not this guy. I knew I had to days to get right, and I promised myself I would.

Obedience, transparency, service, devotion, trust. You will be my slut, slave, muse, treasure, and best friend. You're excepted to meets all my needs, to please and serve me. And I will mold you and train you very specifically to do that. And discipline you when needed. I feel a great deal of responsibility towards a submissive and take this seriously. In turn, I will offer you love, care, acknowledgement, protection, guidance, so much more--to include the exploration of your desires.

So, while I've been "at it" for a long time now, a better story is the first one I took, maybe 30+ years ago. One night I went to the Eagle, had a few beers, and then hit the fuckroom. There was a long (maybe 10 yards), you had to go through to get to the fuckroom itself, and it was usually packed with guys waiting to get back there. Lots of groping, rutting against other guys waiting to get to where we could fuck each other, but there was no actual "sexual acts" allowed in the corridor, since it was open to the back-bar, and thus visible to anyone in the back bar, which equals illegal. Some guy had to finish and leave the back bar so another guy could get in. So, finally I was able to squeeze into the fuckroom and get started. The actual fuckroom wasn't large, like in most bars - maybe 12' x 15' at best. On weekends, there were so many guys packed in there the Cocksuckers could hardly get to their knees to eat dick. So, I rutted in a few Holes as usual, while I was hunting the gut I wanted to pump sperm into. I don't remember anything about the Hole I started to fuck, but I do remember rather well some guy pressing up against me from behind, especially when I realized he'd taken his Cock out and was humping against my jeans. Then, that guy reached around my waist and started to ease my jeans down. Now. I'd had my life-partner's Cock up my Hole before, but I hadn't liked it at all because it was too big, it hurt like hell, and I wasn't really interested in getting fucked in the first place. At some point - can't quite recall when - I reached around and jacked that Cock for a bit, and it felt great. But the atmosphere, the excitement, the beer, got my head a little more focused on the pure Lust of the situation, and the prospect of actually letting a Cock fuck me while I was fucking a guy was just so - what - "in tune" with my Lusts that I just thought "hell yeah I'll take that Cock shooting sperm up my gut - it's just as hot as me shooting sperm up another guy's gut". The guy behind me got my jeans down far enough to rub his Cock against my Hole (they were already unbuttoned anyway, since I was fucking another Hole), and shoved it in. Of course it felt good - but the real kick is how the notion of taking a load off an unseen Cock, an unseen guy, in the middle of a fuckroom full of other pigs doing what their Lusts required them to do - was so compelling I just said over my shoulder "go ahead - fuck my ass full of your cum". The Cock wasn't that big or thick, just a regular sized Cock, but it was uncut, and rock hard, and act itself - telling some guy to empty his balls in my Hole was probably the single most hotttttt fuck I've ever had. That was when I first started to actually reflect on who I was, what I was, how much I loved my Lusts, how much wanton pigsex with other men like me I wanted, how it was a part of what I was becoming. When I felt that Cock unload, I think I shot my toenails out as well as my seed into the Hole I was rutting in. The moral (or immoral) of the story is, keep an open mind about how deeply you delve into the pigpen. We're not supposed to like who we are. Culturally, we're supposed to be ashamed of who and what we really are. Bullshit. If being honest is the right thing to do, and other folks don't care for it, let them live their lives, and let us live ours. Note: in my experience, the sooner you start listening to / honoring / accepting your Lusts, the longer you have to act on them. Be aware though, that the deeper you go, the more it will take to sate your carnal needs. As the years go by, what used to wring you out will need to be expanded upon. It will take ever deeper, more delicious depravities to sate the Lusts you hold so dear. That said, honesty is always best, expecially when it's yourself you're talking to.

Because absolutely nobody cares? As you well know... If you thought that was a real topic of interest you would have brought it up yourself. The only reason someone would bring up "Boris Johnson" is because they're trying to distract from talking about what a huge sick farce of a human being Biden is, and how he's the most gruesome practical joke ever played on the world. Truly astonishing, even after four years of Trump, (and two years of Johnson, which you care about apparently) - you're a 50-something man and your entire intellect still revolves around the statement "uhh, look, he's got shaggy blond hair! haha! CLOWN! Shaggy blond hair! Do you see it? If THAT isn't proof that we should all instantly join ISIS and designate Washington D.C. as the new Caliphate, then I don't know what is! Hair, you see! Hair! Hair! I'm tellin' ya, HAIR! Something something HAIR!" Are you sure about that? Why did she get poll results of like 1% before she dropped out of the Democratic primaries if "everyone" knows and cherishes her amazing talents and personality? I wasn't being "misogynistic" I was being facelesscowwithnodiscernabletalentsistic.

Fort Lauderdale is home for me. I’m pretty close to the bars, Club Ft Laud and Inn Leather, so I’m definitely planning on going to as many parties as I can. Here’s hoping I can get bred as much as possible

Making homeless was a recent discovery for me and I loved it.... I feel like a true SLUT, after the first one I've already made two more. It feels strange but at the same time very good. I want to repeat it more times, I want to go deeper in this my new trip of degradation...💦💦☢️☢️😈😈

I got my last load yesterday at Gold Coast University Hospital in the public restroom by a male nurse and wow did he fuck me good, I'm going to get his load in me again tomorrow. His cock was hitting my prostrate so hard he had my limp clit oozing cum which he made me lick it up.

Indeed. There is a huge difference between saying stealing less than $1,000 is a misdemeanor - that is, setting the felony threshold at $1,000 - and "making it legal to steal $950" (which is just a stupid, stupid take on the whole thing). San Francisco, like all large US cities, has issues. Like the top-tier cities (NYC, Boston, DC, Chicago) income inequality is a huge issue in particular, and that tends to breed other problems; when people can't afford to live near lower-income work locations, and can't commute 120 minutes each way to reach an affordable neighborhood, well, you end up with people living six to an apartment meant for 2, or people living in their cars during the week to avoid the commute back to that apartment 2 hours away. And honestly: even if gay life has diminished somewhat, for someone coming from (for instance) a small city in Georgia, or anywhere practically in Wyoming or North Dakota, San Francisco is STILL orders of magnitude more liberating than anything they've got back home. Stores and restaurants with rainbow flags in SF don't get firebombed. And beyond the gay: SF is still one of the most incredible cities in the country, bar none. No, it may not be the ideal place to "pig out" any longer, if it ever was. But every gay person ought to visit, at least a few times.

If you think his question was a good-faith attempt to get an answer about whether there was something to worry about re: Biden, then you have not read his previous posts fellating his hero, Donald Trump - the president whose mental decline so disturbed EVEN HIS OWN APPOINTEES that they routinely described him as crazy. He's not looking for an honest opinion - he wanted to run down a liberal officeholder in a country in which he doesn't even live.

Loved it of course. Starting to flesh out the Liam character - be interesting to see where you take him or not.

Last time I checked, misdemeanors are not legal, permitted, penalty-free behavior. And why does San Francisco get the blame for a statewide proposition? San Francisco has always had high rates of shoplifting, car break-ins, bike thefts, etc. These crimes are regrettable, but they occur in all high-profile world cities (except perhaps in Singapore, where socioeconomic status is homogeneous, especially compared to US cities, and even chewing gum is a crime — or in the Islamic world, where a person might be stoned, arbitrarily incarcerated, etc.). I'm not convinced that running into homeless people and drug users on Market Street, or having Target close at 7 PM, completely negates the joys of visiting the Castro, sampling the numerous gay or gay-friendly restaurants, cafés, bars and clubs that remain in the City, and finding literally hundreds of other gay people within a 1-mile radius on Grindr (or 20 instant hookup ads at a time on BBRTS).

I started on Atripla in 2014. From there, Triumeq > Genvoya > Biktarvy. Of the four, Atripla was the biggest pain in the ass because it limited when I could take meals, and because it added 30 pounds to my body. It beat back my viral load, but my cell count wasn’t improving, so my first infectious disease specialist switched me to Triumeq, which wasn’t much of an improvement. I switched doctors, and the new doc immediately put me on Genvoya, then switched me to Biktarvy after a year. She and I had a long talk about Biktarvy at my last visit, because even though my viral load is holding undetectable, my CD4 count is fluctuating and at one point dipped to 204 - that’s 4 points above being back in diagnostic range fir AIDS again. She took my concerns and discussed them with colleagues, and apparently the consensus is that for now, Biktarvy is pretty much the best thing going with the least side effects, and for men in my condition who presented with advanced infection at an older age, it seems to be maintaining health, albeit at a reduced immune level.

I agree 100% - why on earth do bareback studios think the money shot is still an external cum bath...I want to see that cock twitch and the taint pumping followed by a slow pull out and load dripping from a well bred hole

I got off Atripla 5 years ago (the Sustiva kidney issues) and went to Triumeq....not a blip in blood work nor any side effects...My doc and I are now looking at switching to Dovato, but I have reservations after read many weight gain issues...I really want to get off a 3 med to a 2 med for my livers sake ... Good Luck with your switch!

Every city has ups and downs, but reports of of SF's demise have been greatly exaggerated...

PS if you base your idea of what people look like in real life on the shitty rendering of a video onto a computer at low definition, and on top of that extrapolate ideas about their mental condition, well, I feel sorry for you.

Thanks canail for being so prudent. I think I started with the password protection, because I did not know, how the website provider would cope with pozzing stories, including stealth or rape. My stories have always this wicked approach and we see it already on BZ, that not everything is possible anymore - even if it is embedded a fictional story. I remember people messaging me on BZ, saying they loved my stories on one day and then accusing me of putting the wrong ideas into the heads of the guys reading my story lines on another day. Accusing me of encouraging this bad behavior. "I don't want to put any ideas into your head boy.... I would rather put something else into you" But those guys were so afraid.... Pathetic little cock craving sluts. Where were we.... ah yes.... my page.... well, I started a third chapter on 'Just another wasted youth', but never published it, not even on my own site. I said it before and say it again... it was such a great time, writing about the things I enjoy in real life and put it together in stories, that might have happened that way or were changed, because of my twisted mind - but I am not writing at the moment. Well I do sometimes, but only for my own entertainment. The voting and comment section rocked on BZ and it was a kick, to see other guys enjoy the stuff I created. Without the feedback it is only half the fun (actually less) but that's okay. I like the idea, that new readers come to my stories and think... 'wow... nice... oh... too bad it was not finished', instead of: 'damn... that's crap!' Who knows, maybe I will continue writing one day, but the last year was really a bad one.... we all suffered from the situation all over the world. But I lost my little brother also, who died with only 44. I guess, this changed everything for me.... But of course people can contact me via msg for the link to my page and the pw.... no problem. S.

It's important to discuss this with your doctor if you haven't already, or if you didn't get thorough answers. My boyfriend switched (voluntarily) from an old-line regimen they'd been using for more than a decade to Biktarvy. The Pharm.D. in the medical office, who helps them with HIV care and me with PrEP care, is cautious and conscientious, so she reviewed potential side effects and arranged an early round of testing after the switch. Purely out of curiosity, did you and your doctor consider Cabenuva, the recently-approved monthly injectable — since you'll be switching regimens anyway? Most of all, I hope you have a problem-free transition!

A while back, like prolly 6 years or so ago and before i started partying myself 4 yrs ago. I went to my neighbors apt just a few streets north of me to have a group fuck . ( again this wAs all before i started partying and they were ) a while afer i had been there a few new ppl showed up and one was going to be the btm of the group. It was dawson. And as btm vers at the time i was more than willing just to fool around naked with the guys . as the group gets going, sucking , fucking , kissing.etc. I get a tap on my shoulder and Dawson ( mid fuck of course) tells me in my ear, “hey sorry to interrupt the fuck briefly but can i tell you , you have a fantastic ass! I know this is a weird question but could i fuck it sometime? “ yes, i was stunned and stammering and was like yeah sure, id love to have that . We traded numbers and i had to get going . a week or two later after chattinf back and forth briefly in mssgs we set up a time after i got home from work during the week . He came over offered some T which i didnt do at the time (but fuck how i wish i was) we ended up but raw flip fucking and breeding each other .

I’ve been getting a lot of loads lately from this Spanish guy Jose who said he only wanted oral . I’ve Probably blown him eight or nine times in the last few weeks that I’ve known him , Usually he just sits back unloads down my throat I leave… Yesterday I went over and his friend Emilio was there. Up to this point he’s been very private but he told me that Emilio is a good friend of hers and he needs the same thing that Jose needs if it’s ok. Of course I dropped to my knees in front of them expecting to swallow two loads. Jose sat back in a chair to watch me service his friend. His friend was a more of a bear and Jose is more like an otter. Emilio used my mouth for a bit and then stepped out for a phone call, Jose told me to come over and start sucking him. When Emilio came back in He started fingering in my ass. I heard a spitting sound and immediately felt it running down my ass as he spread my hole. He must have put a condom on and then entered me.. I was too busy sucking Jose’s dick to tell him I was ok with BB, when I reached back to feel I started peeling back the condom a little at a time in between strokes. I can tell after a while the condom is in my asshole but not on his cock anymore. He’s pumping me hard at this point and telling me how wet I am and it’s never felt this good. By this time Jose cums in my mouth and Emilio cums deep in my ass screaming in Spanish as his cum gushes in my gut.. when emelio climbs off he says ‘oh shit the condoms in your ass.. I came in you raw . I just winked at him and said ‘I know’ Emilio has already called me separately from Jose it says he wants to meet me privately for regular breedings.

Part 2: I was spinning and so horny. I knew I was being watched from another room and I was about to be offering myself up to another man to get used. I realized I never told Host that I wanted to get used raw, I assumed he filled in the details. My asshole was vibrating and my body was tingly. I kept hitting the poppers while seeing images of past fucks float through my mind. The butt plug felt amazing and I just kept thinking about how it will feel to have a nice raw dick in there. I was so wrapped up in my own experience that I didnt even notice when someone showed up. I felt a hand on my ass and that was my first clue. Then I felt that hand reach for the buttplug and pull it out and insert it again, followed by, "nice". I could barely hear, it was as if the ambient noise in the room was the loudest sound. Behind my eyelids there were a myriad of colours and I was feeling fucked up. I was probably acting like such a tweaked out whore. I pushed back on the buttplug and the guys hand and groaned. I popped my chest down on the bed and reached back looking for a dick. I found semi hard cock in underwear. I padded at it and moaned. "Yeh, you want that cock?" I just groaned. He moved around to the side of the bed and I hopped up and over and immediately started sniffing and mouthing his dick through the undies. He kept plunging my ass with the buttplug. It faced very little resistance and because of the booty bump, I was flying. I wanted him hard and inside me asap. I flipped out his dick and swallowed it to his balls. He smelled amazing. His dick grew quickly and it was soon filling my mouth. He was uncut and likely about 7ish inches, slightly above average, but average thickness. I was assaulting his dick with my mouth while he pulled out the buttplug. He tapped me slightly and said, "turn around and open that ass". I did as I was told, leaving a stream of spit from his dick and my mouth coating my face as his dick slid against my body as I turned around. I took a huge hit of poppers, popped my face and chest down and reached back and spread my cheeks and pushed back. His dick slid up and down my ass. "Fuck yeh, you want it dont you?" I grabbed his dick and positioned it at my hole, and pushed back as he pushed forward. It slipped in easily and went straight to the base. He responded by groaning. I started moving back and forth on it right away. I was there to get fucked, nothing else. I was tweaking hard and just really wanted it and nothing else. I forgot I was being watched. I could feel my phone vibrating, probably grindr messages. "Fuck dude, Im not gonna last long. I can cum. Where do you want it?" I just groaned. I propped myself up a little bit, moving my blindfold up just a touch but keeping my head down, I opened grindr to see the messages. The guy inside me asked again. "Dude, oh man. Im so close, where do you want it?" I just pushed back on his dick. He groaned and just started picking up the pace. In my messages on Grindr there were some new profiles and messages, and a few messages from Host. I opened his first. Host: "Damn this is so hot. He looks hot." Followed by "Man, is he in you raw? Fuuuuuuck". That was it. I wrote, "He is gonna cum quick. I want more." I could feel the guy inside me picking up rhythm. No messages from Host back. So I copy pasted my location and details to the other messages, mostly anonymous older men profiles, one younger guy, and wrote Host again. The guy inside me bottomed out, pulled my hair and head back, and groaned loudly. "Shiiiiit fuck, Yeh, take it slut" and pumped me hard full of cum. I could feel his raw dick inside me pulsing out my first load of the night. I was in heaven. He didnt linger long, just slapped his dick at my hole a few times and stepped away. I went back to grindr, no messages yet. I wrote Host again. "He creamed me. I can feel it inside me. Do you like watching?" Still no response. The guy who fucked me slapped my ass and walked out. Shortly after I heard the door to the bathroom open and felt the buttplug reinserted in my ass. It was Host. "You are a dirty slut." He pulled the butt plug out again and then back in. "Let's make sure none of that leaks out. I have another guy coming to fuck you, he is parked on the street." He walked around front and put his dick in my mouth. It was leaking and rock hard. "he knows I am watching, so enjoy being the star of the show." I groaned. This was gonna be an epic day.

I slept for hours, finally being woken by the amount of light in the bedroom. I soon needed an urgent piss, and as I got up, donned the now rather used leather jockstrap I had left on the floor, and headed for the bedroom door I noticed a real ache in my rear end. Those guys the previous night had really done a number on me. While I urinated, some of the things Gus and Steve said to me the night before went back through my head and I felt a significant churn in my stomach at the prospect of what might await me. If anything I was more nervous about this next stage than I had been about getting pozzed, presumably because they clearly intended to change how I looked and that wasn't going to be something I could just hide from friends and family back home. I stood at the toilet for a while after my flow had finished, before drawing a couple of deep breaths, washing my hands and then heading downstairs. I was only wearing the jockstrap, but assumed there would be no issue with that. Gus and Steve were in the kitchen drinking coffee, and both looked up at me and smiled as I came in. "Morning" said Gus. "You sleep well boy?" "Hi" I replied. "Yes sir." "Good lad" said Steve. "Ready for the day?" asked Gus, giving me a sly smile. "I don't know" I replied. "What will you be...be doing to me Sir?" I continued. "Nothing you don't want" said Steve, giving me a more gentle look than Gus was. "We'll be taking you to a few places, giving you a few options, and then you can decide for yourself." I nodded and looked down at the floor. "What sort of places?" I asked. "Just wait and see" said Gus. "Now" said Steve, getting up and heading across the room, "you can't go out like that, so Aid has dropped these over for you." He handed me a cloth bag, which when I looked inside appeared to have some of my clothes. "He also left this for you" said Steve, turning round and picking up a box off the counter that he also then handed to me. I opened it up to reveal another smaller, flatter box inside, which seemed pretty fancy and heavy. I opened it up, to be confronted with the largest silver chain I had ever laid eyes on. "Wh..." I mumbled, looking up at the two of them. "Don't ask us" said Steve. "He told us it was a gift for you from an admirer." I plonked the box down and lifted the chain out, only then realising just how heavy it was. At least an inch wide, it had to weigh a kilo or more. "Well" said Gus, "you better put it on." I hesitated, and then undid the boxy clasp and put it around my neck and re-secured it. It felt so heavy, but also so good. "Sexy stuff" said Steve, winking at me. "Someone must really have a thing for you." I turned towards the oven to get a bit of a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, and loved what I saw. I had never worn any jewellery, nor even thought about doing so, but I was immediately taken with how this beast of a chain looked on me. Gus had begun rummaging through both boxes the gift had been in, but then turned towards me and shrugged. "No card, no nothing" he said. "But someone you've put out for must really have wanted to see you in this." I stood gazing at my reflection for a bit longer, before I felt a sharp slap on my exposed buttcheeks. "Enough of the self-loving" said Steve as he bounced away from me. "Get some proper clothes on over that jockstrap, then have something to eat. The coffee's hot." About an hour later I had eaten, and was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a tight black tank top, whilst the new chain was on full display. We then headed out in their car again, driving a little while to a set of shops on a quiet road in some part of the city I didn't recognise. I still didn't have my mobile phone, so remained in the dark once more about where on earth in Sydney I was, something I was getting used to as I largely just did what the guys told me to. After parking the car we wandered up to a tattoo parlour, which hadn't yet opened so we paused on the pavement outside to have a cigarette. In time the owner appeared on the other side of the door to turn over the Open sign, and then we went in. "G'day Gus, Steve" said the owner, a big bear of a man wearing a muir cap. "What can I do for you today?" "This is the friend we called you about the other day" replied Gus. "He's here to see what you're proposing." "Ah, I thought so" replied the owner, looking me up and down. "Got yourself a bit of a stud this time. Well, let's get to it then." This time, I thought, as we headed through a curtain into a back room. Clearly I wasn't the first to be going on this journey. The owner walked over to an island desk, and pulled out a portfolio from a shelf below it. He opened it up at a certain page, and then turned it around towards me. I slowly walked over to see a series of sketches on a generic man's body of an array of tattoo art, including some designs on the upper arms and lower legs. However, what really caught my attention were the sketches from the front and back, the former showing a large biohazard design on one of the pecs, whilst the back one had a scorpion design below the neck and then fairly large letters on the upper buttocks spelling out CUM DUMP. My eyes must have widened significantly, as both Gus and Steve started laughing. "What do you think, boy?" chuckled Gus. "I..." I mumbled, unable to really form words. Was this really what they wanted to put on me? Could I say no? Did I even want to say no? Why was my dick getting hard? "You don't have to say yes or no now" said Steve. "What Irwin here is going to do is draw on some of this with a marker so you can see how you feel about it for a few days. Then, if you want it, you can get his brother in London to actually ink it in when you get home." I stood there staring at the images, before a wave of calm mixed with euphoria rushed over me. "No" I said. "No?" asked Gus. "No marker" I said quietly. "I want the needle." I'm not sure where this was coming from, but I also knew I was sure about it. Maybe it was a rash decision, but as I stood there looking at the sketches of some generic man, I somehow realised who I was and what I needed to be. I *was* a cumdump. I *was* probably well on my way to being poz. Why not just be that man? "Are you sure?" asked Steve, who looked a little ruffled as I turned to face him. "You don't have to." "No, I want to" I said, then turning to the man whose name I now knew was Irwin. "When can we start?" "Blimey boy, you don't beat around the bush do you?" he replied. "Well, I've got no bookings this morning so we can start right now. But it will take a few sittings to get it all done." "Fine" I said, maintaining eye contact with him. "Let's start on my arse and then work through the rest from there." My sudden and unexpected determination was clearly not something any of them had been prepared for, but things soon moved on and Irwin got me prepped to begin. Gus and Steve hung around for a bit, but decided to head on out to pick up some of the other things they had initially planned just to show me, given I was clearly up for a big change. Getting tattooed hurt, there's no denying it, but I barely flinched or uttered a noise as Irwin began to transform my smooth, tanned, unadulterated skin. By the end of a marathon session he had adorned my behind with its permanent advert to other men, the outline of the scorpion on my upper back was mostly done, and he'd even made a start on my arms. The biohazard would come when I had truly converted. Gus and Steve picked me up later on, and took me to another place in some other suburb. There, while working around my need to not sit down on the new letters stamped on my behind, my ears were pierced and big silver studs put in them, and my nipples got the same treatment. It all hurt like fuckery, but I seemed not to care. From there we went home, and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in various positions trying to get comfortable, smoking to deal with my restlessness, and eventually riding their cocks and taking their viral loads in a bid to feel something more pleasurable. By the time I went to bed my head was somehow both numb and super busy. In the space of a couple of days I had gone from being a hot young guy with any future he wanted ahead of him to someone who was permanently marked as a poz cumdump slut both on the outside and, probably soon, the inside as well. How would anyone at home ever understand? Would I even be able to resume any degree of normal life? Would I be rejected by everyone I knew and loved? These thoughts, and the pain in various parts of my body, plagued me for hours until sleep took me and I passed out.

I'm not going to lie: the first one hurt. Despite the lubing and fingering I had engaged in on the car ride over, the rough, uncompromising entry of a very girthy, pierced dick was painful. The guy wielding this silver-ringed phallus was aggressive and clearly riled up, so I had little choice but to just stay bent over and yelp my way through a hard pounding until, thankfully, he spurted his toxic babies in me after only a few minutes. Thereafter things got a bit easier, as the two guys that followed weren't nearly as well-hung and my anus had relaxed a bit and been lubed some more by the first load. They both lasted longer than the first guy, meaning he was good to go again by the time they were done. Fortunately it was a more comfortable fucking second time around. I stayed over the barrel for quite a while, only occasionally getting a moment to stand up straight and stretch before someone else stepped up to have a go in me. I was aware there were other men in attendance after a while, but I have no idea if any of them were poz as they weren't particularly vocal. I suppose it didn't matter though, as by that point I was on a second consecutive night of taking highly toxic loads so was probably well on my way to conversion anyway. Things shifted up a gear when a large group of men arrived en masse, such that I wondered if they had come on some sort of pozzing coach excursion. Once they were there I was allowed to move from the barrel to the filthy mattress, and was then flipped repeatedly between missionary and doggy-style positions depending on each fucker's preference. As the night wore on and my hole got looser and looser, they moved on to double-fucking me, again in various positions, and often with a lot of poz talk to keep everyone aroused. Interestingly, all focus throughout the night was on my rear end, with only the occasional presentation of a dick to my face for me to lick or suck, and usually only to clean after it had fired off in my backside. I was otherwise free to occasionally smoke when Gus or Steve presented a cigarette to me, and otherwise just stare ahead of me to the water or up through the trees to the starry night sky. Throughout all this I was increasingly in a trance-like state, almost like I was witnessing this happening to someone else. I was obviously feeling all the fucking, the changing of positions and the hard slaps on my buttocks some of the guys chose to land on me, but somehow it didn't feel real and as such I didn't entirely engage. Perhaps some of the guys there would have preferred me to be either begging for their loads or whimpering like I was being raped, but I didn't really utter much at all after my yelping during that first brutal fuck. I don't know, maybe it was a defence mechanism to help me mentally cope with what I was allowing to happen to me. However, in time it all started to take its toll, and I was apparently wincing for the first time as two well-hung guys ploughed into me in tandem. This is when Steve and Gus started to bring things to a close, but not before I had taken their loads in the final double-fucking of the night. They then hauled me up from the mattress and handed me a bottle of water. "You did good, boy" said Gus. "Thanks" I whispered. "You sore?" asked Steve. "Yes" I replied, "but I'm OK." "Good boy" Steve said. "Now let's get your hole cleaned up so you don't mess up the car on the way home." They made me squat near the river before squirting water out of a couple of bottles at my backside, and then handed me some wet wipes and a towel to finish off the job myself. There were still a few of the other men hanging around and it was all a bit bizarre doing this with an audience, but at least they weren't fucking me any more. Once clean, I threw all the wipes and towel in a plastic bag Gus held open for me, and then we set off back through the bushes to the car. I was sore, but it was still a blessed relief to sit down in the back seat once we got there. "Relax boy" said Gus, as Steve started driving us home, "you're going to get a bit of a break for a couple of days now, apart from us two needing your holes." "But tomorrow" continued Steve, looking at me in the rear-view mirror as he drove along the deserted roads, "we'll be taking you out to start your other conversion." "My other conversion?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Gus. "It's one thing to have the virus, which I'm sure you will do soon, but it's another to actually look like a true poz cumdump. Tomorrow we'll get you started down that road too." I started trying to form the questions that were entering my head, but then sighed and turned to look out of the window. "Yes sir" I responded quietly. "Good lad" Gus said, before we then drove the rest of the way in silence. Once back at their house I took and shower and then limped to bed, my arse starting to ache more and more, all while my head was swirling with anxieties, questions and flashbacks. What would they be doing to me tomorrow? What did a true poz cumdump look like? What if I didn't want to have done to me whatever they were planning? Eventually physical and mental exhaustion took me over, and I turned on to my side and closed my eyes. "What will be will be" I whispered to myself, before drifting off to a restful sleep.

I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

This follows up on the first installment I posted a few weeks ago. It is a lightly fictionalised version of my Pozzing. All it takes is dedication 2 After the snog that felt it like it had lasted hours, he took my hand and led my to his bedroom. He let go, and said firmly, but softly, "take your clothes off" - which I did, hesitating of a few seconds, hoping my cock might go down a little (some chance!). "Someone's excited", he grinned. I laid down, adjusting myself so my ass was just over the edge of the bed - that uncomfortable wriggling is always the most embarrassing part of the whole sex thing. He lubed his cock and my ass, and gently entered me, causing my cock to twitch frantically. He broke his silence, "You realise, I want to make you Poz, right?", I nodded. "Well, you have to agree to a few things. One, I will be fucking you every day until you test positive. OK with that?" I answered yes in a way that probably gave away a little more of my excitement than I had intended. He laughed, "Good attitude. Two, you must not get fucked by anyone else until you are Poz. Understood?" I nodded. "Three. When you have tested Poz you will be part of my family. We are close, and do everything together if you know what I mean. OK, with that?", again I nodded. He immediately started thrusting, which took me a little by surprise. "Help yourself to poppers if that is your thing", he said, tossing me a bottle. "Don't worry I'm going to start you off gently." if this is gentle I thought, wow! "I used a lot of lube today, but I will be decreasing the amount each time I fuck you." He thrusted harder and deeper, whispering, "beg for my Poz cum". Pleaded, and pleaded - it felt so natural. Right there, right now it was all I wanted. All I needed. "Ah, that was good he", he murmured as he came. "There is nothing as sexy as a guy begging for poison spunk. As one day soon you'll find out!". He bent towards we and snogged me again. He pulled out, and swiftly pushed in a buttplug. "You need to get used to having my poz seed in you. Get dressed, and leave please. See you here tomorrow, same time." To be continued.

Well it happened yesterday, I was home alone and posted an ad to suck some cock. I just really love to suck and eat cum. I also like to bottom, but always with a condom. Always. Well this guy replied, got to chatting , he was 52 yr old 6'4" 280 lbs. Showed me a picture of his cock. Nice package to go along with his big frame. He asked about fucking me, I really was looking to suck, but he peaked my interest. So anyway he said he would be over in about an hour. Gave me a chance to shower and clean, just in case. Well he showed up, went to my room and he stripped . His cock looked real good . I had my lube and condom on my nightstand, in case. I was on my knees sucking his big cock, his balls were huge too. I was getting hard, he jumped up on bed ,spread his legs and I got back to work. He stopped me ,told me to come up on his side. We kissed, and he put his hand on my cock . I was feeling real good. While I was laying there he sat between my legs and his cock was on my ass. He kept stroking me, while the tip of his cock was leaking precum all over my hole, I felt real good, I was really wet and he stuck a finger in me, I wanted his cock. I told him I have the lube and Condom on stand. He said don't worry..I was nervous, but he knew what he was doing, he was rubbing his leaking cock on my hole and slipped the head in.his cock was big, but not a big head, it slipped right in. I can't believe how wet I felt, I told him again, please use the condom, he then said don't worry. He was stroking my cock put by legs on his shoulders and slammed his cock all the way inside me. I couldn't stop I felt so good. After a while he stopped and I felt so wet inside I thought he shot his load, I asked he said no, he was just getting started. He told me to stand and put my head on the bed and he fucked me from behind, he them layer on bed on told me to sit on his cock, then he had me lay on the bed with my legs on his shoulders and told me he was going to cum. I asked him to shoot his load on my cock.I didn't want him to cum in me. He shot his very big thick load on my cock as I finished myself and shot a big load. I almost wished he shot inside me. I know precum could carry the virus..I now am thinking of the worst. What do you all think. He told me he was safe, but he had the moves and done this plenty of times.

Moar pls

Nice start, hope there is more

Free and clear of mono, spending this weekend in Ft. Lauderdale and can host. HMU if you need a boy to seed. fuckboyeric w1ckr

I was already taking and giving it bare when AIDS came out so I figured I had it. I did use a condom on two guys so I wouldn’t give it to them, but eventually fucked them both raw when it became clear they likely had it anyway

Chris looked me in the eye and whatever he saw made him smile. Not a kind smile but at evil grin that sent shivers down my smile. He said before I give you this slam I want to remind you of our conversation. You said that you wanted to be slammed with an unspecified amount of t. Well as you can see I have a loaded point but I am the only one who knows how much is in it. You then said you wanted to have a massive cock then rammed into your hole balls deep in one movement whilst you were still rushing. We'll here we have a slight problem where you were not very specific. Massive. Does that mean length, girth or both. So we have had to make this decision for you. You see we are all over 9 inches long. One or two very much over. The others are thick so we have covered all areas. After you have been rammed full of cock you want then to have another cock rammed up your hole. Again you have not been very specific so we are going to make this decision for you. That's you emails in a nut shell. So let's not waste any more time. Chris then addressed the others. I am going to lay on the mat and the three of you are going to hold Tony over my cock. I will then slam him and as he rushing you will then drop him right on to my solid 13 inches and just in case it meets some resistance you will push down on his shoulders. After that one of you will climb up behind him and join me in his hole. Chris went over to the mat and gave himself an injection into the base of his cock. Although he was already rock hard thinking about splitting the boy in half he wanted to remain that way. The others untied Tony and carried him over to where I was laying. They got hin in position so he was squatting with the tip of my cock at his hole. I tied of his arm and found a vein and proceeded to gime him a point 5 slam. Before I pulled of the tournaquet I layed back. The look of fear, excitement in Tony's eyes was magical but he still had not said a word. I pulled of the band and the rush was instantaneous. His chest heaved his eyes became unfocused and he started to cough. If that was not enough for his brain to compute the other guys pulled his legs out straight and he fell like a sack of spuds onto my throbbing cock. There was no need for them to push him down. I had gone balls deep under his own weight ripping through both splincters. Tony's eyes shot open and he let at a gut curdling scream which only made my cock pulse more deep inside him. Before he had time to get use to the intrusion I grabbed hold of him and held him against my chest. Gavin climbed up behind him and aimed his rock solid cock which was just as long as mine but thicker at the target. He then started to push. Tony started to protest. He tried to wiggle free but he was no match for the four of us in his drug fuelled state. Gavin applied a lot of pressure and just when it was looking impossible des placed some poppers under Tony's nose. The surprise of it was all it took as they took hold gavins cock breached the target and like me he pushed till he was balls deep. I could feel his cock riding along mine. It was all a snug fit but we would soon sort that out. Tony was just sobbing and was Trying to say something which was not understandable. It did not matter what he said this was our time. This was giving him back some of the time he had wasted over the last few months stringing us all along. I slowly pulled my cock out till could feel it pass the second splincter and the started to push it back in. As I was pushing in Gavin was pulling out. We went slowly at first. Not for Tony's sake but so we could get into some sort of rhythm. We continued to build up speed until me were both pulling out and ramming our cocks back into him as far as they would go. All Tony could do was babble on about something or other but none of us were listening. We fucked him senseless for about 30 minutes and then I felt my balls begin to tighten. I looked at Gavin. He gave me that look which meant he was close too and if it had been choreographed we both ploughed in one more time and fired our loads deep inside Tony's guts. Tony sensed we had cum and seemed to relax a bit as we both began to pull out of his stretched hole. Both our cocks were covered in pink tinged goo. I layed Tony on his back with his legs up in the air. Des replaced me and I could see his beer can dick aimed at Tony's destroyed hole. Des had sprinkled his cock liberally with some Tina and there was a large shard hanging out of his cock eye. He smiled at me and without any ceremony he plunged deep into the waiting hole. Although it had been stretched it still caused Tony to scream out load. Des held his cock balls deep inside rhe hole and he could feel the change as the chrytal meth was dissolving as Tony's high intensified isaw Stephen step up dehind des and aim his cock. Again this was a beer van cock. We had decided at the start to have the two long cocks together and then the two thick cocks together in order that we could give Tony the maximum feelings all the time. How considerate of us? Stephen lined up and I placed some poppers under Tony's nose. He inhaled deeply but he was flying real high by now as the Tina was well into his system. Stephen pushed in and with some considerable force and another massive scream from Paul he was in. They fucked differently to me and Gavin. Instead of pulling out one at a time they pulled out together and plunged in together maintaining maximum stretch all the time. They fucked him like this hor just shy of 40 minutes and it was des that started to shoot his load first which triggered Stephen to let loose with his contribution. They both looked at each other and I one quick movement they yanked both of there cocks out together causing their hot cum to fire all over the place. Tony let out a scream and tried to crawl away but he was going no where. His hole was leaking our 4 loads and they were very red. I dipped my fingers into his hole and then put them in Tony's mouth. He suckled them like a baby. We all fucked Tony 2more times each so he received every permeation of cock we could give. Then we put him in a cage to rest whilst we went to get something to eat. One of his fantasies was filled. 3 more to go. It was Stephens turn next to start the ball rolling as Tony wanted to try being fisted. This was Stephens speciality and one we all wanted to watch

As I lay there looking at the screen I was trying to think of a way out of this. I had managed to always spin these guys a yarn and they had always believed me. They always said they understood and went on to try and arrange another meet. Think. Think As I put my mind into overdrive I heard a door open behind me and people enter. There before me stood 4 guys. All taller than me which wasn't hard and they ranged in age from mid 40s to about 60. They surrounded me and looked down. I looked at all of there faces. There was no emotion on any of them. I recognised all of them from their profiles. I then saw that they were all wearing leather waist coats of bare hairy chests. They all had on leather jock straps which were barely covering some straining bulges. As you can tell I liked leather and it was the reason I had targeted these guys in the first place. It was Desmond that was first to speak. He said hello Tony. I can see that you recognise all of us. He carried on by sayi g that over the last few months he and his friends had become very concerned for my welfare. I had all these pent up desires and emotions and for some reason or other your plans to fulfil your needs always ended without the outcome you described in your conversations. This was not healthy and as your friends we had taken a decision to look after your welfare by making your wishes come true. So each of us has highlighted a conversation we have had with you and over the next couple of days we are going to help you fulfil your various needs. For once in my life I was speachless. Had I just heard right. Did he say over the next couple of days?. Surely someone would miss me. As I was laying there thinking about this Des spoke again and it was as if he was reading my mind. He said that arrangents had been made with my parents and work so no one was going to be worried about my abscence. Desmond then smiled at me. No it wasn't a smile it was a smirk. He continued. Now it appears you have various needs or itches that need to be scratched and as I said we are here to make these happen. Whilst each of our conversations have been different and highlighted a different desire they all have one thing in common. They all start the same way. You arrive at your meet ready to get straight down to business. The first thing that you do is loosen up by having a slam and getting into the zone. As this is a common factor to each of us then that's how we will begin. Before we came into the room we all drew lots to see who would be the first to help make your first desire to come through and I'm pleased to tell you it was Chris that won. You remember Chris don't you. Chris is the guy you spoke to about your desires to be fucked by two cocks at once. As you can see there are four os us here so if your maths is any good you will realise there are six possible ways in which we can make this happen and we are all eager to play our part. Throughout Des whole conversation I said nothing. I just layed there in shock. I could not work out if this was real or not but when I focused and saw Chris approaching me with a point in his hand I knew it was. I started to panic.