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Happy Better Next Year Everyone!!! Part 17 The next couple months just seemed to fly by. Of course, the sex between us was non stop. And we did quite a few more shows for Dante and Carlos, including my first gangbang. They got me spun as fuck and 19 guys dumped 25 loads in me that night. The icing on the cake was it ended with my first fisting. Colt did the honours, and I couldn't have been happier as I looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes through my meth and popper haze as his knuckles pushed past my sphincter and my ass lips closed around his wrist. I slipped into another plane as his big hand brutalized my prostate eventually milking an earth shattering orgasm from me. My favourite show however, was the day a local leather bar shut down for a private party and Colt and I were the guests of honour. We played two straight cowboys who wandered into the leather bar by mistake. We soon realized our mistake of course, but it was too late for us. We were grabbed and quickly shackled. Our clothes were torn from us and we were both slammed. What followed was three hours of non stop fucking. We played our parts well and fought against our captors as they strapped us down over the bar. We screamed as our "virgin" holes were ripped open by big hard man cocks. We begged for mercy and pleaded as we were raped and bred over and over. I admit it was all kind of one big blur as the men went between me and Colt, keeping our asses full the entire time. There was like 30 men there. So we had at least 20 loads pumped into each of us. The video ended with us being forced into cages for a future slave auction. It was a lot of fun, and we made good money from it. A couple weeks later it was the Friday before spring break. Colt and I had decided to take a trip to Florida and see what kind of trouble we could get into. I mean, thousands of drunk horny college boys who don't always get pussy, something's bound to happen. Especially with Colt in a pair of tiny white speedos that are practically see through advertising his huge cock and world class ass. Even straight boys wouldn't be able to refuse that! Of course, someone had different plans for us. I was surprised when I got a notice to go to the principal's office after last period, and even more surprised when I saw Colt already sitting there waiting. I got real nervous. What if someone had spotted us during one of our on campus hookups? I could only imagine what was going to happen. I didn't say anything as I sat down next to Colt. He didn't either, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Eventually, the office door opened and Sarge stepped out. We called him Sarge, because he had been a Sargeant in the Marine Corps before getting his teaching degree and moving up into administration. And he ran the school with military efficiency. He was both feared and respected. You did not fuck with this man. He was only 5'10", but he was jacked. I mean, I assumed he was. He always wore a suit, but you could see his bulging muscles underneath. And his steele blue eyes could bore right into your soul. They sat above a crooked nose that you could tell had been broken a couple of times, and a strong square jaw that looked like it could chew metal. He topped it off with his silver buzz cut which completed his commanding, authoritative look. The man meant business! "You may go ahead a leave Mrs. Dubois." He said to his assistant. He never used people's first names. It helped keep his air of authority. "I'll probably be with these boys for a while." Colt and I just swallowed nervously. "Yes Sir, Sarge." She said as she gathered her things. "You have a nice break now." Colt and I watched her leave before turning our gaze back to Sarge. He just looked down on us menacingly, and without a word, Colt and I stood with our heads bowed and slunk into his office. Sarge locked the door as we sunk down into the chairs at his desk. "Did I tell you you could sit?" He barked at us. "No Sir!" We both shouted, instinctively standing at attention. Sarge just silently eyed us as he slowly sat in his chair. Sweat broke out on my brow, and a quick glance at Colt, I could see it on him too. Sarge turned to his laptop and started typing. Then he slowly turned it toward us. My blood ran cold. There, on the screen, was me and Colt, in the leather bar, getting railed. Sarge typed a couple keys and the video switched. Now it was me getting fisted. Another switch and it was Colt getting gangbanged. Switch after switch revealed that Sarge had every one of our shows. The nervous sweat just poured off me. "Well, Mr. Sawyer, Mr. Collins." Sarge finally said. "It seems the two of you have the most interesting hobby." Colt and I stood there in dead silence, shaking from nerves. Sarge sat there enjoying our uncertain fear. "STRIP!" He finally ordered us. Colt and I didn't even think. We were naked in a flash, returning instinctively to attention. Sarge stood up and walked around us, taking in our young, naked bodies. He snickered as he grabbed my crotch which was locked up. Colt had put the cage on me a couple of days ago. "I definitely would have pegged you to be the bitch in this relationship, Collins." He sneered. "If I hadn't seen the evidence that you're both a couple of bitches!" He released my crotch and grabbed Colt's, squeezing it. "But you both can be a couple of bulls too. I like that." He continued. "Now, bend over and spread your legs!" Colt and I complied as Sarge walked around behind us. He licked his fingers and stuck one in each of our holes. "You sluts have pretty loose pussies already for a couple of 18 year olds." He laughed as he fingered us. "But I guess from what I've seen, it's to be expected." He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Colt by the hair, forcing him to his knees. He dragged Colt's head to my ass and pushed his face against it. "Start eating that pussy, faggot!" He ordered Colt. "Since this little bitch is locked up, I guess he's the one gonna get fucked!" My fear was gone now, quickly replaced with horny lust as it was obvious we weren't in trouble for anything. Who knew Sarge wasn into this shit too? My cock strained in it's confines as Colt hungrily devoured my hole. "That's it faggot." Sarge encouraged him. "Get that pussy nice and wet. That loose cunts not getting any other lube!" Colt doubled his effort getting as much spit into my hole as he could before Sarge pulled his head off me. "Now fuck the bitch!" He demanded. Colt stood up and placed the tip of his now rock hard dick against the pucker he knew all too well. Without hesitation, he started to pushed into me. Even with my spit wet hole hole, I was pretty dry, and it hurt. But Sarge didn't care. "Get that dick in him NOW, faggot!" Sarge yelled at Colt. Colt just grabbed my shoulders and used his strong abdominal muscles to force his cock into my defenseless hole. I moaned out in pain as Colt bottomed out in me. "Oh yeah." Groaned Sarge. "That's what I like to see. Two young bucks like you. Now fuck the bitch!" Colt gripped my shoulders tight as he started slamming into me. My eyes watered from the friction as Colt sawed in and out of me. Then Sarge pulled a little brown bottle out of a drawer and held it up to me. I was thankful as I desperately huffed the fumes which provided much needed relief to my anal passage. Soon I was moaning in lust and begging for Colt's hard fuck. "Oh yeah boys." Sarge groaned as he watched the show. I saw him pull his hard cock out and Jesus. It was huge! Not long, maybe 7 inches, but fat! Fatter than Colt's! It took both of Sarge's hands to go around it as he stroked himself. Colt was so turned on by this whole scene I knew he was about to nut, and sure enough, a few strokes later and I felt the soothing cum erupting from him, offering a little relief to my burning insides. The relief was short lived however, as Sarge made me lie on his desk with my legs in the air. He smiled as he looked as Colt's cum dripping out of my hole. "Clean his cock bitch!" He ordered as he grabbed my thighs and pressed his cock head against my dripping cunt. I opened my mouth and Colt placed his slimey cock into it right as Sarge slammed his fat torpedo right into me in one hard thrust. My scream was muffled by Colt's big cock in my throat. "Fuck yea!" Sarge grunted as he held my thighs tight and jack hammered my hole. "I love to hear my bitches scream!" My eyes filled with tears as Colt grabbed the poppers and held them under my nose. Once Colt pulled his cock out, my cries had turned to moans as Sarge pounded me relentlessly. "Oh God yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me Sarge!" I begged. "Give me that fat cock Sir! Fuck my pussy, FUCK ME!" Sarge just smiled sadistically as he brutally rammed me. Soon he buried himself in me and let out a growl as I felt his cock throb and flex as he seeded me. When he was done, he pulled out and looked at Colt, snapping his fingers and pointing to his crotch. Colt was on his knees in a flash in front of Sarge with his mouth wide open. He dutifully cleaned it all off before Sarge pushed his head back toward my hole. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He directed Colt. "And you bitch, push those loads out!" He commanded me. I did as I was told and could feel my hole expand as it made wet farting sounds as I pushed the cum out. "Oh, such pretty pussy lips." He moaned. "So pink and puffy. Such a nice used cunt." I squeezed out all I could onto Colt's waiting tongue. After he swallowed it down, Sarge told us to get dressed and leave. As we were about to walk out the door, he stopped us. "Sawyer, Collins." He barked as he held out a piece of paper. "My place, tommorow. 6pm. Bring your football uniforms. DON'T BE LATE!" "Yes Sir." Was all we could manage to say as we left his office. That night Colt unlocked me so I could fuck him and get some release after what had happened. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms contemplating what could be in store for us tomorrow. Also, we wondered. If Sarge knew about our video antics, did anyone else?

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

Been talking to this local bi dude who likes anon beefy ass to breed and things aligned on NY day and he came over and found me ass up. Nice cock slipped it in with spit and he started pounding away. He was pretty quiet so I was alternating between gripping his cock with my ass muscles and relaxing About 15 minutes later he dumps his load, washes up and tells me he definitely wants to come back again. Messaged him after to say thanks for the load and ask if he likes loose hole or a grip and he said he loved me gripping his cock and he was getting hard walking down the street, could he come back. I don’t turn down cock so I assumed ass up, blindfolded and this time he went to town and dumped a second load. That sent me into heat so messaged a neighbor that I know likes sloppy holes and he came right over and added a third. Here’s to taking loads after two years of COVID.

Perpetually horny bb bttm here. Went to Flex in Atlanta last night around 10pm. Asked for a larger room and ended up with a sling room. Walked around for a while with nothing on, but a chastity cage. Then went back to the room, left the door open, lubed up my ass, got in the sling and put a blindfold on. Couple guys fucked me early, but didn't want to cum so early in the night. Later a guy started feeling my ass and slid his dick in me. He pounded me for a while then unloaded his 1st load in me and kept going and bred me a 2nd time. Took a break from the sling, put my jockstrap on, walked around then got on the fuck bench and waited. Couple guys fucked me a little, but pulled out without cumming. Then I felt a big dick slide in me and got pounded by a guy that eventually dropped 2 loads in me back to back without pulling out. After a lull in the action, an early 30s muscular black guy walked up in the hall and said let's go somewhere. I said I have a room and we headed that way. He pulled out a nice big dick probably 9". I climbed in the sling and he fucked me for a while giving me 2 loads. We took a short break and laid on the bed. He asked if I was ready to go again and he got behind me fucking me doggy style and eventually dropped 2 more loads in me. Took another break and while walking around another early 30s muscular black guy walked up and asked if I wanted more loads. I asked had he bred me any tonight. He replied he did in the sling in the room and on the fuck bench earlier. Damn. We went back to the room and climbed on the bed. Between fucking me doggy style and pushing me on my stomach he fucked another 7 loads in me! Kept feeling him pump load after load inside me. Love to feel that! Afterwards I walked around a bit and it was nearing 6am and time to check out of the room. Left and headed back to the hotel a couple.blocks away. As I started to undress to get a shower I bent over to pick up my jockstrap and felt a shot of cum spurt out of my ass. Lol! All in all took 15 loads from 2 guys! Going back to Flex tonight and will be at the Red Roof Inn Saturday night.

Part 6 - The Final Descent Noah was really quiet in the backseat as we drove back to the motel. I couldn’t blame him for being upset. He had just been humiliated in front of and potentially rejected by his parents. The air in the motel room was heavy with the scent of sex and body fluids. Reid and I had the intention of sleeping once we arrived at the motel room, but Noah stripped and jumped onto the bed. He began stroking his cock. “Fuck! That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me! Today is the best day of my life!” Reid and I looked at each other, completely perplexed. “Reid, tell every top in the city! I need to get fucking filled. My boyhole is my gift to the community.” Reid sat down on the bed with a look of concern on his face. “Noah, it’s OK to be upset. We can just relax tonight. You don’t need to —.” Noah grabbed Reid’s head with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Uncle, I’m empty. It all leaked out. Poz your boy.” Noah pulled his uncle in for an extended kiss. Reid threw his phone back to me to post an ad and whore out Noah. Reid’s cock was deep in his nephew in no time. Noah’s ad blew up. A lot of gay men were trying to avoid their families. A lot of straight men were trying to avoid their families. Within an hour, the room was packed with at least 20 men stroking their cocks. Noah proclaimed that there was only one rule: no condoms. He wanted to be a semen cesspool. As the night went on, I watched as each man had his way with this blond twink. Many more came. Cocks of all shapes and sizes spewed seeds in the 18-year-old who had just lost his virginity last night. By the wee hours of the night, Noah’s hole overflowed with manseed. His belly was bloated with the piss of six men who donated their streams to Noah’s throat. His body’s volume was simply incapable of carrying so much fluid, but he feverishly continued receiving men’s most precious gifts until the morning. As the last man dressed to leave, Noah sprawled out face-down on the cum-soaked sheets. His hole looked like a white puddle, unable to close. Tally marks covered his back, declaring his body contained 65 loads. When we opened the door for the last man to leave, Reid and I were frightened by who we saw in the doorway. Keith stood there, gun in its holster around his waist. His eyes gazed upon his son whose face was planted in the filthy motel sheets with his soaked ass in the air. With his head down, Noah had no idea his father was in the room. Keith looked like a broken man. I assumed he hadn’t gotten any sleep since we last saw him. He walked up behind Noah and scanned the two bulbous cheeks and moist hole. He grabbed each cheeks with his massive hands and squeezed them together before releasing them and watching strings of semen stretch across Noah’s puckered hole. It was then I realized I was in for a show. Keith’s eyes were filled with curious lust. A bulge bigger than his gun had grown down the leg of his jeans. Keith stepped back with his eyes fixated on the hole. He slowly stripped to only his socks. His beefy yet sculpted torso and muscled arms and legs were covered in coarse body hair. His thick cut cock stretched to 9 inches and curved to the left just slightly. His cock fell upon Noah’s wet hole as he grabbed his hips. He motioned a soft pound against his bum. Noah moaned softly, face still buried in the sheets. Then Keith completed his dissent, gently sliding his thick cock into Noah’s gaping hole. He intently watched his tool plunge until he had penetrated his son’s second hole. Noah threw his head up and intensely moaned. “Give me more Daddy. Fuck yea!” Keith shoved the rest of his pipe into his son, bottoming out and making Noah squeal. He then rapidly and repeatedly jabbed that hole, cum splattering explosively at each impact. Noah was losing his mind with the intensity. He was exhausted and completely wrecked by the full night of taking loads, and this was the biggest cock he’d had in hours. The pain and the pleasure mixed for a perfect cocktail of euphoria. “Fuck me Daddy! My hole is yours.” Keith broke his silence. “You’ll always be my little Noey.” Noah immediately woke from his sexual hyperdrive, mouth gapping. Only one person called him “Noey.” He slowly turned his head to see his father pounding his sloppy hole. “Dad! What the hell?!” Keith snatched Noah’s hair and shoved his face into the sheets. “Don’t you fucking use that language with me Noey. You’re a dirty slut, and I came to punish you.” He stepped his feet up onto the bed, lifting Noah’s body forward. He squatted his throbbing cock into the hole and fucked his son like an animal. “If you’re going to hell Noey, I’m going with you.” Keith’s hole was completely exposed in this squatting position. Reid had fantasized about getting inside Keith since Melissa first brought him home. He saw his opportunity, and he lubed up his tool. Keith gave no opposition as Reid punctured his pierced cock into his brother-in-law’s rectum. I jacked off, watching this family orgy at peak action. The three hot sweaty men fucked in a line. Keith made out with his son as his and Reid’s thrusts escalated. Keith started panting. “I’m gonna blow Noey. You want father’s sperm?” “Please Dad. Cum in me!” Keith slammed into Noah, spewing rope after rope of his father seed. Reid subsequently slammed into Keith, filling the Christian conservative man on his descent to Hell with poisonous poz cum. I hopped on the bed, grabbed Keith’s head, and shoved my ejaculating cock in his mouth. “You like that Hellboy?” Keith smiled around my cock. I knew he was hooked. “Fuck. That was so much cum Keith. When was the last time you fucked mom?” Noah laughed. Keith swatted Noah’s ass. It jiggled around his dick. “Still call me dad, Noey. I hadn’t cum in weeks. I don’t really have sex with your mom anymore. It was never that great anyway. Seeing your slutty hole today awakened something in me.” Keith leaned down and kissed Noah on the forehead. “I should get going before your mom wakes up and sees I’m gone.” Reid pulled out of Keith, and Keith pulled out of Noah. After a couple minutes, Keith was gone. Noah looked at Reid and me with a huge, shocked grin. “How the fuck did that happen?” He giggled and collapsed his head onto a pillow. Reid got off the bed and backed towards the bathroom. “You’re telling me! I just pozzed my sister’s husband. The most conservative Jesus freak I know. What a fucking awesome Christmas!” Reid shut the door. I stood over Noah, gazing upon his ravaged body. “Look at what I unleashed,” I laughed. Noah snorted and laughed. Then the tired slut fell asleep, cum soaking into him. When the time came, I said goodbye to Reid, kissed Noah as he slept, and left for the airport. *** Almost a year has passed since the adventures of last Christmas. I’ve kept in touch with Noah and Reid from across the country. Noah moved in with Reid in New York City and became his permanent house boy. He got his high school diploma in New York and is taking a year off before college to focus on his true passion in life: being a universal cumdump. Reid finally ended his sham of a marriage with Lisa. He’s free to openly be the poz top he’s always been. It’s generated him thousands of adoring Twitter followers. Reid finally got around to telling Keith that the load he had deposited was charged. Keith promptly got tested, and the test came back positive. He now sleeps in Noah’s old room, and Melissa has no idea what happened to their marriage. Every once in a while, he sneaks in a blond twink, role plays as if they’re Noah and inseminates them. Melissa came around to accepting Noah for being gay, but definitely doesn’t want to hear about his sexcapades. Reid, however, is still on her naughty list. As for me, nothing has really changed. However, instead of traveling during the holidays this year, I am hosting Reid and Noah for another cumdump Christmas. Maybe I’ll let you know how it goes 😉

PART ONE I guess everyone has a friend like Tyler. The guy that you put up with because he's got good connections or can get you stuff himself and Tyler was mine. I liked having fun on the weekend (a little TOO much fun according to my boring ex-girlfriend) and Tyler was good at getting me good drugs if I wanted some. I didn't really care where he got them from, I just knew they were cheap & plentiful. The only price I had to pay was listening to him go on & on about the sex he was having with a bunch of different guys. Given I was straight, I'm not sure why he thought I'd be interested in all of the intimate details of his sex life but that sure didn't stop him from going on about it. I'm not sure whether he saw me mentally checking out when he'd start off with this stuff but it sure as hell didn't interest me. I was just waiting for the right time to say "Ah yeah, thanks!" and leave. Being single again and not having much on for the weekend, I thought I'd get some stuff from him & head out to the clubs to see what girls I could get, so I met him in the uni quad on Thursday afternoon. He gave me a big smile and a hug (which I thought was a little much) before I handed him the cash. "Oh my god, before I forget. I've gotta tell you what I'm getting up to on MY weekend" he said breathlessly as I thought "Here we go again" to myself. "There's this married daddy I've been hooking up with at beats & stuff and he's been coming around to my place when my friends are out. He's soooooo sexy and sick, I love it. Anyway, his wife's going away for a few days to visit her family and he's got the place to himself so he's invited me over for the long weekend and we're gonna fuck all weekend long. I can't wait!" Jesus, can't he just give me my stuff and I can go? "He's pissed on me before and I've swallowed it too! He loves cumming inside me and I've done Facetime shows for him using my dildos before. He's gonna piss on me & in me....fuck me bare.....fist me.....so much amyl...it's gonna be soooo good. Actually I think I've got a video of me sucking his dick, let me see...." There's oversharing and then there's oversharing. Even though I'd seen a little gay porn before (who hasn't really?) it had never turned me on, and the last thing I wanted to see was my "friend" blowing some old guy. "This is when he came...god it was so much!" he giggled, just as the guy he was sucking must've cum in his mouth. "Make sure you get every last bit of cum boy" I heard a familiar voice say on the video. "And I'll have something else for you from this cock in a couple of minutes" "You want me to swallow that too?" Tyler asked after quite obviously swallowing the cum. "As if I have to ask, I know you love my piss" the older guy said. "I'll just go & grab some water to get things started." "Mmmmm thankyou Daddy" Tyler said. "Now wave bye bye to the camera!" And as the camera pulled back, I was shocked to see.....my dad! I did my best to hide my surprise and shock but must've done a crap job because Tyler said, "Shocking huh?" "Yeah...it sure is!" "I bet you didn't even know that I was so good at sucking cock and was so filthy" "Oh!!! Um...no....definitely not" Thank fuck, he had no idea that this guy was my father. I had to confront him, I didn't even know that he was gay, let alone went this far, and behind Mum's back as well. "You're meeting him tomorrow?" I thought I could catch him & try to persuade him to stop before Tyler showed up. "Yeah, I'm going to his place after lectures so should be there around 4. Why, you getting ideas finally?" he asked with a smirk. "Nah, just in case I need anything extra for the weekend." "Ah ok, coz yeah, after 4 I won't be in any shape to do much I'm afraid! Thank goodness there's no lectures Monday, time to recover!" I walked back to my apartment in a state of shock but still knowing that tomorrow I had to confront Dad about what he was gonna do that weekend. END OF PART ONE

Part 1 - Weary Traveler I met Keith and Melissa at a restaurant in Madison, Wisconsin on December 23rd last year. We happened to sit at adjacent tables. They were celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary, and I was being stood up by some Grindr guy. After I complimented Melissa’s heels, they were kind enough to let me join them. I didn’t come out to them and pretended I was stood up by a woman from Tinder. Melissa had a gaudy cross around her neck, and Keith positively referenced Republican national figures. I knew my identity as an HIV-positive gay man from Los Angeles would be affront to their conservative Christian values and didn’t feel like being an advocate on my last night in this city. My name is Judd. At the time, I was a 28-year-old 6’1” white man with a trimmed beard and muscular figure. My voice certainly had a flair to it, but I knew how to end my sentences with downtone to pull off a straight hoax. Avoiding politics and identity, we had a good banter. As we parted, Melissa asked for my phone number and wished me a safe flight and a merry Christmas. It snowed all night. Unfortunately, after waiting for four hours in the airport on Christmas Eve morning, I received a notification saying my flight home was cancelled. There wouldn’t be a flight to LA until December 26th. I guessed I would be stuck in Wisconsin for Christmas. As I left the airport, I got a text from Melissa, checking to see if I made it home to LA safely. I told her about my predicament, and she kindly offered to host me. I make decent money, but I’m a cheapskate. If I don’t have to pay for a hotel, I won’t. So I gratefully accepted. It would only be two nights. Melissa and Keith had a beautiful suburban home and three kids: Casey (10), Peter (14) and most importantly Noah (18). How Keith and Melissa didn’t realize Noah was a flamingly faggot, I’ll never understand. He had short styled blond hair, blue eyes, milky skin, and a skinny frame with a hot butt bubbling out of the seams of his khakis. His voice was at a naturally effeminate pitch that almost beckoned me to raise my masculinized voice. He had just turned 18 a few weeks before and was just entering his last semester of high school. After introductions, Melissa asked Noah to show me the guest room. Conveniently, my room was next to Noah’s in a relatively distant corner of the house, and our rooms had an adjoining bathroom that only we would share. “If you ever need anything, feel free to come ask me.” He offered shyly, his arms wrapped behind his back as he leaned on the bathroom counter. I thanked him. “You must like having this much privacy from the rest of your family.” He giggled. “Yea. I can play my music as loud as I want and my parents can’t hear from their room.” “Good to know,” I schemed in my head. Then I pulled off my shirt to show off my hairy chest and range of body tattoos, including a biohazard symbol above my groin. “If it’s alright, I’m gonna shower.” He stood there briefly staring at my lightly haired chest and biting his lip, before coming to his senses and moving towards his door. “Oh sorry! I’ll give you some priv-.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said as I peeled off my jeans and briefs to reveal my semi erect 9-inch cut cock. He turned around with his eyes bulging staring at my cock and his cock stiffening in his Khakis. I playfully tugged at my semi a couple times. “Once I’m done, would you want to help me buy some presents for your family?” He stared at my cock, mouth wide open. I tugged at it more, so it was fully erect. “Noah?” I grinned. I stepped closer to him, his eyes following my engorged stick, and put my hand on his shoulder. “Noah?” Noah snapped out of it and flew his hands up to his mouth, grazing my cock along the way. He gasped. “I’m sorry!” I chuckled, moving my hand to his lower back and stepping right in front of him. My cock was leaking with pre-cum now, and it touched his shirt. “Uh oh. It looks like I’m getting your shirt dirty.” I said seductively. He looked down and started breathing harder. “It’s alright. I have others.” He took off his shirt. His hairless, skinny torso glittered in the light from the window. My pre-cum oozed onto his lower abs. He stared downward in amazement as my cock leaked. I bent over and lapped the pre-cum off his abs. As I came up, I apologized for making a mess. “Fun to clean it up. You wanna clean me up?” “Sure. I gotta be a good host,” Noah stammered. He bent over and applied his tongue to the head of my penis, slurping up the excess pre-cum. “It’s still leaking,” I observed. “Put your whole mouth around it and suck it out.” He did as I asked, swirling his tongue around my cock head. I lightly pushed the back of his head until I felt the entrance to his throat. “Keep sucking Noah. Open your throat.” I gushed poz precum down his throat as he opened wide. I got greedy and began thrusting, and he started gagging. He stood up, flexing his abs with each cough. I rubbed his shoulders. “You alright?” “Yea,” Noah coughed. “I’m fine.” He smiled at me. “That was my first time doing that.” “You’re welcome to clean me more.” “I want to. Let’s just wait until tonight when everyone is asleep.” “I’m fine with that. You still want to come with me to pick up presents for your family?” “That would be fun!” He smiled. “Want to join me in the shower? I think I should scrub you down.” Noah’s face lit up. He went to lock his and my bedroom doors before stripping and hopping in the shower with me, a thick 7 inch cut cock dangling between his legs. We kissed in the shower and jerked our cocks. I turned him around and teased his asshole with my cock, but this wasn’t the time yet. “I’m gonna make you a man, but you have to be patient.”

As usual, this is not written by me, but it was archived by me; and I did a shit job of that. I guess this was written around 2000 and was posted in one of the pozzing Yahoo! groups that I valued so much. My thanks to the unknown to me author. I love this story and still jerk off to it, I'm sorry I didn't think to get your name. ---------------- so, yesterday being Monday and everything, I had a shitty time at work . . . busy as hell and I didn't even have time for lunch. but still, if a boy wants to look his best, he has to go to the gym regardless . . . so after work, as usual, I trekked my unfucked-for-the-weekend butt to the gym. it was crowded! everyone was trying to work off the Monday blahs. normally, I’d just go and wade through the madness, but I wasn't feeling particularly combative . . . so I just turned right around and went home. I ate a little snack and vegged out in front of the t.v. for a couple of hours. around 9 o'clock, I headed back to my gym, and the volume of people dropped considerably. in fact, it was nearly empty . . . just a few guys (some of them cute) working out. I ran through my routine in under 45 minutes. Incredible . . . I was feeling great, feeling pumped and sore, and, of course, feeling real horny . . . in the men's locker room, it was also almost empty. just a few guys who finished before me . . . showering, changing, etc. so, I took a quick rinse, and headed into the steam room. the steam room at my gym is pretty small . . . but it's tucked away at the very back of the locker room area. as soon as I opened the door, the steam hit, and I started to sweat. there were 3 other guys in there. from what I could tell at first, 2 middle-aged white guys, and 1 young Latin stud. it was pretty obvious that I’d interrupted something . . . hands were clasped over their crotches . . . and not doing a good job of hiding anything. I sat down next to one of the white guys, and got adjusted to the steam. the guy next to me must've been mid-30s with nice strong features: brown hair on his head and chest, nice pecs and arms. he had a bit of a gut and real skinny legs, but he was nice looking. the other white guy was about the same age . . . receding hair line, really nice smooth and tight body and a tit ring. the Latin stud was young . . . my age or so, and real hot: killer dark looks, ripped up abs and really kissable lips. a couple of minutes passed, and I just opened up my towel and brazenly ogled everyone. the Latin stud relaxed first, and started stroking almost immediately. very nice cock . . . about 6 inches or so . . . with a nice long foreskin that he pulled back and forth real sexy like. he leaned back, spread his legs and started pinching his tits. I followed suit. the other guys finally relaxed and joined in the j/o. the one next to me put his hand on my thigh and started massaging me. he leaned over and took my tit into his mouth and gave me a real nice tit-job. that got me all horny. the other white guy moved over to the Latin stud and they started kissing and jacking each other. my guy moved from my tit to my cock. I leaned back and started feeling real nice. I rubbed my sucker's back and chest, and reached down to play with his dick. it was a nice size, average. he got real into it. the Latin stud was soon sucking off his buddy's cock, which looked real thick. Latin boy's mouth was stretched tight, and the white guy was holding his head down. white guy #2 looked over at me when I raised my legs up and push my cocksucker toward my ass. soon, he had his tongue digging into my hole, and I was making kissy faces at whitey #2. Latin boy finally came up for air, and whitey #2 turned him around, and started to munch on his ass. Latin boy was moaning and writhing his ass back real bad. whitey #1 came up and gave me a sloppy funky-ass kiss and began to hump me. I pinched his tits real hard and he groaned into my mouth. eventually, since I moved my ass around trying, his cockhead caught onto my asshole, and he pushed into me. it felt real nice since my ass was slick with his spit and my sweat . . . he started fucking me real nice and slow. I looked over his should to find whitey #2 face-fucking Latin boy again. he watched me watching him. he got up and moved over to us, taking Latin boy with him. he pulled him off his cock, and shoved Latin boy's face into my whitey fucker's ass. I felt his cock jump and wiggle inside me when this happened. I was enjoying myself I heard the Latin boy say something. "c'mon. I’ll pull out," whitey #2 said. "no way. I play safe." "c'mon, it'll feel good." I think (cuz I couldn't see very well behind my fucker) that whitey #2 must've tried something, cuz Latin boy got nasty. "get the fuck offa me." and then Latin boy grabbed his towel and walked out. whitey #2 came over to me and I just smiled and open wide. his cock was nice and big, and really thick. fuck, my mouth hurt stretching wide to fit it inside of me. he started to pinch my tits touching me all over, saying shit like "suck it" and "fuck him raw." whitey #1 started slamming harder and harder. he'd only been fucking me for about 15 or 20 minutes, but he was cumming. I felt his cock pulse in my ass. he kept fucking, telling me how hot my ass was. he pulled out his cummy cock after a few minutes and moved aside. he mumbled thanks and left. whitey #2 moved between my legs and looked me hard in eyes as he slid his cock in. I just grabbed hold his tits and pulled him forward. he leaned over to kiss me as he started to push in. I was nice and slick so his cock moved right in, opening me up. it felt so hot to have a nice wide cock inside my ass. I was moaning and clenching and moving around and chanting "fuck me." we got a nice groove going, when the door to the steam room suddenly opened. we both froze and looked. it was Latin boy again. promptly, whitey #2 started to fuck again. Latin boy came over and watched, stroking his cock. he started rubbing my tits, and then tried to touch whitey. he pushed his hands away. Latin boy tried again, and again, whitey pushed him away. Latin boy turned his attention back to me, and I was loving it. I watched Latin boy and saw that he was hungry for some fun and attention. I pulled him down to me and started kissing him, and with a free hand, jerking him off. he responded nicely. slowly, adamantly, I kissed him harder, and started pulling his arm and body across me. pretty soon, I had him straddling me and rubbing his nice cock against mine. my hands roamed all over his body from his tits to his balls to his ass, kneading and spreading those nice cheeks. we kept kissing and he kept groaning and humping. whitey slowed down his fucking considerably as I did this. soon enough, I felt his cock exit my sore butt. Latin boy tensed up a bit, but I grabbed his head and shoved my tongue into him and twisted his tit. nothing but moaning and groaning. he gasped into my mouth when (I assume) whitey popped into him. I opened my eyes from our kiss and watched his pretty face grimace in pain. I guess he wasn't quite slick enough for whitey. then, our face bouncing began. whitey must've been slamming into him pretty hard because my lips are bruised from bumping into the Latin boy's pretty face. it was a bit of a struggle, but I wiggled my ass onto Latin boy's cock. the look of pleasure on his face was great. he slipped into my nice moist hole and started fucking himself into me and onto the big white cock. soon, white guy did some major fucking, pinning Latin boy against me, and thrusting hard. every time he thrust into Latin boy's ass, Latin boy's cock fucked me. I was in major heaven watching Latin boy lose his raw fucking cherry. soon, Latin boy was moaning heavy and then he nearly screamed out loud if I wasn't kissing him. he came into me, nice and long, shaking and quivering like it was his first orgasm. whitey just kept fucking like there was no tomorrow, not caring that Latin boy had cum. I pulled myself off Latin boy and got up and shoved my cock into his pretty face. he didn't complain much as we both fucked him. I leaned over and kissed white guy and twisted his nips. his fucking made Latin boy's sucking automatic. I leaned into white guy's ear and whispered, "yeah, fuck his ass man. drop your fucking hot load in there. give it to him, man. cum inside him. knock him up real good. c'mon, do it dude. poison him." white guy jack rabbited and dropped his load in about 10 strokes. he kept slamming and cumming and making the sexiest i'm-cumming face. I pulled out and jerked fast, and blew a nice heavy load all over Latin boy's face. I snatched his jaw, and opened his mouth to blow a few shots into him mouth, then shoved my cock in and finished off. l Latin boy swallowed some and I just smeared my cum all over his face. white guy pulled out and just left. I grabbed Latin boy and kissed him some more, but he seemed to want to leave, so I let him. I went out after a few minutes, and saw whitey getting dressed. he motioned me over to him. he asked me when I was gonna be at the gym again.

Part 2 - The Perfect Gift Noah directed me to the nearest mall, and we enthusiastically and playfully shopped. I could tell he was excited to have someone like him around. He spent the car ride asking me all about my gay life and community in Los Angeles. He was really cute in the stores. He tried on every hat and each pair of sunglasses and styled me as well. We took tons of selfies together. We bought some great gifts for his family, but Noah told me what I could give him couldn’t be purchased in stores. When we got back to the car, he sat on my lap in the driver’s seat, gyrating his butt on my hard cock and shoving his tongue in my mouth. I was turned on by his excitement. “Judd, I really want you inside me,” Noah begged as I softly sucked on his neck. “You’re not ready for it Noah. But trust me, I want to be inside you just as much.” I swatted his leg, and he tumbled into the passenger seat. I pulled down my jeans and told him to pleasure me while I drove. He obliged. I set course for home base. Noah and I snuck glances throughout Christmas Eve dinner. I couldn’t wait to retire to our rooms and ravage his virgin asshole with my toxic seed. The temptation as he sipped his glass of milk was unbearable. After watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” with the family and waiting for each family member to retire to their rooms, he and I finally made our way to our adjoined sex dungeon. We each went in our own rooms. I told him to undress except for his tighty whiteys and wait on his bed face down ass up. I took a dick pill, not that I needed it. I wanted to wreck his 18-year-old pussy all night. I entered his room from the bathroom. I positioned my upright naked body against his backside. My hands glided along his body. His covered buttcheeks were so round and begging to be revealed. I ripped open his undies and caught my first sight of his puckering virgin hole. I snapped a picture on my phone for the memory. “You want daddy to wreck your virgin hole baby?” “Yea daddy. Please destroy it. Fill it up with your big cock.” Noah was so naturally sexy. I plunged my tongue into his hole and tasted the sweetness of his innocence. “Mmmm this hole will be mine.” I sucked around his hole and tongued it rapidly. I bit his buttcheeks and nibbled on his taint. I went to town on his hole for half an hour. He was moaning the whole time. When he was sufficiently relaxed, I removed my tongue and pushed in two fingers. I carelessly scraped at his insides. When he asked me why this hurt, I told him this pain was normal for his first time. I pressed my cockhead against his little gape and began to push in. He was so tight around me thick cock, but I was persistent and he was too scared to squeal. As I bottomed out, I started filming my cock pull in and out of his boyhole. It was lightly covered in blood. I began pounding at the sight. “You like my cock wrecking your boyhole?” “Yes daddy.” “You want daddy to impregnate you with his seed?” He turned his head and looked at me with concern. He felt my cock as it rammed his hole. “You’re not wearing a condom?” “You didn’t ask for one boy.” Noah seemed shocked. “Can you put one on?” “It’s too late. I’m getting close to dumping my toxic load in your slutty hole. Your first load!” Noah looked scared. “Don’t cum in me Judd please!” His begging turned me on more. My cock spasmed as I blasted cannonballs of hot positive semen into his bowels. I grunted as I came inside this 18 year old. I threw my recording phone to the side and pulled Noah up against my hairy body and shoved my cock even deeper inside him, triggering him to squirt all over his sheets. I bite his ear and whispered, “Noah, you were meant to take loads.” Noah threw his head back against my shoulder in ecstasy. “I felt every squirt you made inside me. I’ve never felt anything like that.” “Glad you like it. Looks like I gave you a great gift this Christmas.” I smirked. “The perfect gift.” Noah fell back on this elbows. “I want more.” I fucked that new slut all night and deposited five more poz loads inside his hole.

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

I have been super horny recently. I went out last weekend and ended up at a cute tattooed top twinks who fucked and bred me really good. But that just seemed to throw fuel on the fire of my need for raw dick. So today headed out to run errands. Jumped on grindr while driving. Not 5 minutes and this hot Italian dad hit me up and 6 minutes later I was walking in his front door. He brought me to the bedroom and put me on the bed, stripped and pushed his hard dick against my hole. I sniffed my poppers and rubbed his hot hair chest. And his rock hard cock slipped in my tight hole and he was pounding me good. I was in heaven. He fucked me good and shot his hot load in my ass. I figured that would do it for me. Then one of my fuck buddies messaged me a couple hours later. So over to his house I went. He fucked and bred me twice. My hole was sloppy and I was feeling so good. So on my way home I stopped by the bookstore and the lot was full. I got excited. Went in and quickly got followed to a booth by this hot Latin guy. I put some money in, dropped to my knees and started sucking his 8 inch uncut cock. It was delicious. He started rubbing my ass, so down went my pants and I bent over and took that hot uncut dick in me. He fucked me for a good 15 minutes and then hard fucked his load deep in my hole. When he pulled out cum ran down both my legs. I should have been fine but when I walked outof the booth this cute young guy was rubbing his dick and so I dropped to my knees in the booth and he fed me his load. Now it's time to leave... As I was walking out there was this young thick hot guy. I couldn't resist following him around the corner. Followed him into a booth and sucked him off. He was a loud boy, telling me how good I was and screaming as he blew his huge load in my mouth. I am now home jacking off as the cum continues to deep out of my well used ass.

What a sweet invitation.... thank you! 😈 I would rather invite you for a week or so, to make sure you get rid of this bad habit, taking those PrEP pills - they are just running against your natural purpose, being a fucking poz slut, a cum dump for every dirty load in town, a sleazy young whore for any stiff cock. I would lock you up in one of those portable dog kennels, just to make sure that you stop running around, in a hectic search for another dose of PrEP. Fear no more - SLUT! What good is it for, to slide into a fuck-body, knowing I wouldn't even have the chance to knock you up?! I could rather fuck with condoms then - and I never use condoms! Never! But to show, that I'm fair - I would also stop taking my pills for a while. Allowing my gift to expand, to become bigger than life itself. I am such a nice guy, you see? Let my potent and dirty semen rage in your hot little young body. Let me fuck you bare and use no lube, to inflict the biggest possible damage.... erm, I meant to really feel your cunt! Let me use you like the fuck whore you are. Don't worry - After the week is over, you will be free and happy - I will make sure, you stay long enough - so you won't get overwhelmed with fear or doubt. This could be part of a made up story, but it could also be a possible reality for you. It's for you to decide.... S.

I don't think it's so much they get bored, they go where they're wanted. Porn eats up it's actors faster than Hollywood. They have to adapt to make money. Fans only want to see so many "vanilla" scenes before they want more. So actors start out with the mild studios, one on ones, and progress to wilder stuff to keep people interested. Gangbangs, bdsm, extreme fetishes. Eventually they just get used up. It's become worse with the internet and everyone and their grandpa making porn now. I'm not criticizing, I'm part of the problem. Right now I love Dakota Lovell and enjoy his vanilla scenes, but I dearly want to see him get gangbanged, or hardcore bdsm, or piss, or becoming a totally depraved sex pig in any capacity. But eventually I would get tired of that and move on to the next twink beginning his journey into the depths of depravity. But then again, the journey is half the fun!

Wednesday night a friend from HS hit me up he’s back in town and has a little get together setup abs asked me to come through. He moved to FL our senior year and haven’t seen him since which is about 6 years now. We did mess around a little back then but that was long ago now he had a gf. So showed up to the party and he opened the door. He was taller than me now stil lean and he was looking real sexy I almost forgot to say was up. Got in there was a few people we ate some good food got drunk asf went late into the night people started leaving but I was drunk drunk and he said I can sleep it off at his place. I got in his bedroom and legit passed out. Woke up the next morning and he was sleeping on the bed next to me shirtless. He had a real lean sexy body on him. I was feeling hung over but his body definitely got me wondering if he’s gotten bigger and sexier down below. I pulled the covers off and his sexy dick was laid out on his lower abs. I got hella horny instantly. We had messed before but I really wanted him. I touched his dick and he didn’t react. I reached over and got a hold of it. Slowly started stroking it. I felt his dick starting to get harder. A moment later I was holding a thick 10 inch monster in my hand. He was still a sleep or at least pretending to be. I leaned over and gave his dick a lick. There was no reaction so I began sucking the head. Slowly repositioned myself and began to slide his dick deeper into my throat. At this point I was surprised he was not awake. With his dick nice and wet I decided to climb on top and straddle him. I put his dick against my hole and pushed down on it. His thick dick piped through my hole. I felt his hands grab my hips and he thrusted his entire dick inside me in one push. I looked at him his eyes wide open and grinning. He said he knew I would end up on his dick just like back in the day. He started pumping his raw dick inside me. I was matching his strokes and we were fucking deep and hard. I couldn’t help but moan out his name. I asked him what about his girl? He said his girl not here to say anything about it. Flipped me on my back and started breeding my pussy making it talk. He making me leak precum all over my abs. He said my pussy was even better than before. Told him his dick is huge and made to breed my hole. I wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him to cum inside me. He started to fuck me hard and fast until he rammed his dick in my guts and began to unload with a loud moan. He collapsed on top of me with his dick still inside me. After a min he got up slid his dick out and told me to go get some water or something with him cause we fucking at least 3 more times that day. And we did fuck 3 more times.

Part 2 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. Robert swam up behind Jacob in the pool. The event was clothing optional. "Hi. I'm Robert." Jacob turned around. In front of him stood a 6'1" tall, 52y/o 340lbs Chub bear, with salt and pepper hair on his chest. Between his legs was a 8" uncut cock that was on it's own, just enough to make most sluts beg for it. Robert had something special though. He had a PA as well. "H-h-hi. I'm Jacob." He sputtered. "You are cute. Maybe I'll see you around later." Robert said before he swam off to the other end of the pool. "I hope so daddy." Jacob stood there in disbelief that his chub bear daddy god would say high to him. The disbelief changed to shock as he watched Robert swim up behind Jeremiah, wrap his arms around him, and give him a belly to back bearhug. Jeremiah had no idea who was behind him, but he didn't care. He was just glad that someone wanted to hug him. Jacob on the other hand was kind of pissed. Why was Robert hugging Jeremiah, and why didn't he get a hug like that? Jacob didn't realize that the seed of jealousy was all part of Robert's plan to make sure that Jacob got a Christmas gift that he could never return. Jacob was 5'9, 310lbs, and smooth. Most guys that like chubs would love Jacob but he was really only into other chubs like Jeremiah was. Hence why he always viewed Jeremiah has competition at events. Later that night, Jeremiah is in the play area. Up in the sling, lube packet on his belly. Hoping for another chub that was at least vers, if not a top, would come in and make him feel hot and bothered. Jacob walked in, saw Jeremiah, scoffed, and went and sat down on a bench. While Jacob was looking at the porn on the tv, Robert snuck in the room. He hid along the walls in the shadows. Enough light that you could see someone was there, but not who. Jacob walked over to Jeremiah, who is still in the sling and rubbed his belly. It startled Jeremiah, as he knew darn well Jacob wasn't the kind to like another chub bottom, plus all the stuff Jacob had said to him in the past made this especially out of place. Jeremiah didn't have to wait long to see what Jacob was up to. Jacob grabbed the lube, and then yanked on Jeremiah's balls. "You've been in the sling long enough, get out." Jeremiah, in pain, and not wanting to fight with Jacob decided to get out and inform someone about what had just happened. Robert had another idea though. He snuck back out in the shadows and waited for Jeremiah to exit the room. When Jeremiah made it outside, Robert stopped him. He could see the tears in Jeremiah's eyes. This year had been really hard on him. Finding out he was poz almost ended him, and now this shit with Jacob was pushing him to his limit once again. Robert took his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's ok. He's not going to hurt you anymore. You've been thru so much this year. Take a deep breath and let me deal with him, ok? Just head to the hot tub, and wait there, I'll be there in a bit. We will talk more there. Don't worry about Jacob, ok? I'll deal with him." Robert says as he pulled Jeremiah in for a hug. "Um, ok." Jeremiah said to Robert. He didn't really know who Robert was, but he was super sweet, and the piercing blue eyes, didn't hurt either. Jeremiah got his towel and started to head to the hot tub. Once he was out of sight, Robert put the "Closed for Cleaning" sign up for the playroom. He was about to make sure that Jacob had a night he would never forget....

Part 1 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. "Positive?! What do you mean POSITIVE??!!" screamed Jacob, at the doctor. "Well, that's what the test says. I know this is hard to hear, but it's not a death sentence anymore." The doctor tried to comfort Jacob, but all those years of teasing guys, chasing the bug, while on Prep, and telling people he wasn't on prep, finally caught up with him. Where it started Jacob has always been one of those guys that liked being in a relationship when it was convenient for him. At bear and chub events, he would be a total slut for any chubby or chubby bear guy that would breed him. There was a chub4chub that would go to those events that Jacob didn't care for. He viewed Jeremiah as competition for the chubby daddies that like to top. Jeremiah was 5'7, brown hair, blue eyes, and bounced between 320-360lbs. He has a 5.5-6"c cock. If Jeremiah got back down to his high school weight, it would probably be closer to 7"c cock. Jacob new that Jeremiah would have loved to have fucked him, since Jeremiah is Vers, but all Jacob ever did was tease Jeremiah. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, the one thing he never thought would have happened, happened. He got pozzed. He found out when he went to the doctor to start the process of getting on prep. Jeremiah thought that it was just going to be normal blood test, but the bitchy fairy of fate had other plans. (Side Note: The story of how Jeremiah got pozzed will be a separate story) Jacob on the other hand, had been negative, and taking prep. He went to several events and actually lied and cheated on his partner. They broke up because Jacob couldn't figure out what he actually wanted. Did he want a BF or just a BF in name only? It was a pattern that had repeated itself over and over. Different boyfriend, same outcome. This time it caught up with him. Jacob had run out of prep before his last adventure at a chub event. He didn't think anything would happen at the event. He was wrong though. In the shadows was chub daddy that was just his type, freshly pozzed and a super high viral load, and he had plans for payback for the way Jacob had treated 5 other people that Robert knew, including how Jacob had treated Jeremiah too. cont..... (sorry for the short part 1. Part 2 will be longer, and uncut >:})

Lets get some talk about "after breeding" activity. I get off on felching cum filled hole when it's overflowing with seed loads. The taste and aroma of pigsex and hole juices, piss and cum is so fucking hot. Love to share the loads with the bottom I just fucked.

Staying in Fort Lauderdale before and after a cruise (at the Worthington all three nights). Looking to breed and get bred. Bonus points for neg chasers but open to all.

CH. 2 "Nico is a Cheating Whore" *** Omar tightened his embrace around Nico as they laid on the sofa together in the living room of Omar's apartment. "You know how much I love you, right?," Omar asked softly. "Of course, babe," Nico replied, clasping his hands more tightly around his boyfriend's muscled biceps. Nico closed his eyes as Omar's warmth enveloped him. Nico felt Omar's load soaking into his sore hole as they both lay together naked in their post-sex haze. There was a special kind of sting to the feeling of a man's cum soaking into his roughed-up hole that Nico just adored. He held tightly to Omar's arms. "Omar, I'm so glad I found you." "Me, too, babe." Omar planted a kiss on Nico's cheek, lingering just a beat longer than usual before pulling his lips away. It was such a sweet salve to Omar's aggressive sexual hunger that he could be so attentive and endearing in this way. The two continued laying there until Omar's phone lit up. He picked it up from the coffee table. "Luciano says they're getting ready to leave," Omar said, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Nico sat up. "Okay. I'll go shower." "Alright, but no aborting my offspring in there. I'm not done with you tonight." Nico laughed, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. "Of course not, daddy." Nico clenched his hole a little tighter just to be sure Omar's load stayed inside him as he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Omar's older step-brother Luciano was coming with his wife Elena to meet Nico for the first time. Months of Omar's endless bragging to Luciano made the occasion feel well overdue even though their relationship was still only six months old. Omar had been looking forward to having his step-brother finally meet Nico. Omar got up, headed into the kitchen, and lit the stove. * * * "You almost done in there?" Omar shouted through the open bathroom door. "Luciano just texted. They're looking for parking right now." Nico shut off the shower and stepped out, hearing the urgency in Omar's voice without actually being able to make out his words over the sound of the bathroom fan. His eyes darted around the bathroom. "Where are your clean towels?," Nico belted. "Shit," Omar muttered to himself, then shouted in reply, "We just used the last clean one after I fucked you." "Well, can you at least hand me that one? All of your cum ended up inside me anyway." "Okay, babe. One second. I need to turn down the stove before the food burns." Omar bolted over to the kitchen just as the sound of footsteps gathered outside the apartment door. The doorbell rang. Omar dashed over to his bedroom, grabbed the towel, and hustled it over to Nico. Omar turned around to open the front door, leaving the bathroom door ajar in his wake. "Hey, Omar!!," Luciano nearly shouted. "Lucho!," Omar replied, cracking a large smile. Lucho was Omar's nickname for his eldest and only step-brother Luciano. Luciano threw his arms open and wrapped them around Omar's broad shoulders. "Come on in, you two!," Omar glowed, as he patted Luciano in return and gave his wife Elena a kiss on the cheek, asking, ¿Elena, cómo estás? "How's my little brother?," Luciano asked, smiling widely as the two entered and removed their coats. Nico, meanwhile, found himself in a bit of a bind. He was stranded on the opposite side of the apartment from where he left his clothes at the foot of Omar's bed. He stood dripping in nothing but a post-sex towel behind a half-closed bathroom door with his boyfriend's family standing between Nico's clothes and his naked body. He decided to hang tight behind the door until he could get Omar's attention. "Let me go grab you guys a drink," Omar offered as he headed back into the kitchen, barely hearing whatever it was that Elena started saying to Luciano. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick," said Luciano. Nico panicked as the door swung open, but Luciano's eyes were glued to his phone screen as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, sorry!," Nico blurted, not knowing what to say in such a situation. "Oh shit! You scared me," Luciano responded as he quickly looked up and thrust his phone quickly into his pocket. "I'm so sorry! I was just showering before you all arrived and didn't realize that I had left my clothes on the other side of the apartment until you came in." "Well, this is an awkward way to meet!," Luciano laughed as he unbuttoned his pants and turned around to face the toilet. "So I take it you're this Nico I've been hearing so much about?" Nico could hardly believe Luciano was striking up a conversation as he was about to take a piss with Nico just behind him. The sound of Luciano's piss plunging into the toilet gave Nico the impression that Luciano was draining a mighty cock, but with Luciano's back to Nico, the goods were out of sight. "Excuse me for just one minute," Luciano said, putting his member away and zipping up his pants. Nico found it curious that Luciano would excuse himself so late in the process. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Luciano. It's so good to finally meet you." He extended Nico the same hand that he had just used to shake his cock dry. Nico, more steadily than seemed suited to his state of astonishment, extended his hand in return, hoping some remnant of the scent of Luciano's manhood might rub off. "I'm Nico." They shook. Nico balled up his hand as he withdrew it. Nico's cock began to stir under his towel. He wondered if Omar knew Luciano was meeting Nico like this. "I was trying to avoid walking out there looking like this when I heard you all arrive," Nico offered. "I forgot my clothes in Omar's room, so I was stranded in here." "You sure you want to change? What, this outfit doesn't suit you?" Luciano winked and gave Nico a slap on the shoulder before turning to the sink to wash his hands. "I'm just messin' with you! Hey, I'll go grab you your clothes and bring 'em over." Nico felt anxious. How was Luciano so relaxed like this? What would Luciano's wife think when she saw Nico step out of the bathroom after her husband? Nico closed the door behind Luciano and immediately unballed his fist. He lifted his opened palm up to his nose and inhaled slowly. Nico's cock began to stir under the towel as his nipples hardened. The thought of having Omar's step-brother's cock smell on his hand was making his heart pound and his thrashed hole pucker. Luciano returned with the clothes and knocked on the door. Nico cracked the door open expecting to be handed his clothes only for Luciano to push his way in, closing the door behind him. Is this just how things go with this guy?, Nico thought. An excitement stirred in Nico's belly as he wondered whether Luciano was merely playing naive. Nico took a second look at Luciano's figure. He looked to be a couple inches taller than Omar, and while his shoulders and upper back were not nearly as developed as his younger step-brother's, Luciano's pecs could leave an Olympic athlete jealous. Luciano's nipples pressed through the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you," Nico said, smiling for the first time since their bathroom exchange began. The way Luciano was standing looked as though he was settling in, rather than just dropping the clothes off. "You know that I can smell my little brother's cum inside your pussy, right?," Luciano said. Nico's heart skipped a bit. The mouth on this guy, he thought. Luciano walked right up to Nico's face and leaned into one ear, suddenly dropping his gregarious affect: "Now why are you trying so hard to make me cheat on my wife, boy?" Nico felt anxious and aroused in equal measure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Omar, but the more he thought about the succession of boundaries that Luciano, the bolder Nico felt about taking the risk. Luciano lifted his thumb and index finger to his lips and wet them with his tongue all the while never breaking eye contact with Nico. Luciano reached over and gently pinched the very tip of Nico's left nipple, clenching it between his fingers with the kind of precision of a chef applying the finest detail to an exquisite feast. Nico exhaled deeply. His hyper-sensitive nipples made his inner whore rage with lust. His heart was pounding. The whole situation felt so wrong, and yet he longed for it. Craved it. Applying a subtle pressure, Luciano twisted his fingers around Nico's nipple, somehow never once brushing his areolae. The skill it demonstrated was so apparent that Nico imagined a long and storied sexual history stood behind it. This wasn't just play: it was craft. Holy fuck, he thought, as if gazing into an abyss that he barely understood. Nico's cocked throbbed, lifting open the towel. "Looks like my little brother's new boy understands what's about to happen," Luciano said, a little louder than seemed prudent. His expressions were more serious now. That charismatic smile that had been beaming at Nico in the mirror earlier had now given way to an unsettlingly intense focus. Nico's sore hole pulsed. His ass crack started to feel slick, and those two tiny points of contact on his nipple left his body feeling electrified. He needed to feel a man's raw cock sliding inside him fast. "Won't they hear us?," Nico whispered. His erect cock head came into contact with Luciano's left thigh, just above his knee. The texture of his jeans against Nico's cock head felt momentarily divine. "Of course they will," Luciano whispered back. The butterflies in Nico's stomach were almost overwhelming. His nervous system was lit up like a carnival at night. Nico was in heat, and his hole -- cum-slick from Omar's cock onslaught earlier -- wanted to swallow whatever beast was lurking in Luciano's pants. Nico reached down and unbuttoned Luciano, revealing a dark bush of spiraling black hair and the thick veiny base of Luciano's dick shaft. No underwear, Nico thought as he considered whether this meant Luciano had arrived for tonight prepared to devour something more than just dinner. Nico gently pulled down at the base of the open fly, cupped his right hand, and slid it smoothly underneath the back side of Luciano's warm ball sack. With deliberateness and care, Nico lifted Luciano's snaking, eight-inch, uncut python of a cock and his bulging ball sack out of their denim confines. Luciano was engorged but not yet fully hard. A sticky swell of precum was dripping from the opening in his foreskin. Nico removed his hand from behind Luciano's nuts and reached back behind himself, lifting his hips on the right side to let him reach his hole. Luciano watched Nico's near-useless towel drop away, revealing a pair of cum gutters as defined as Luciano's surging pecs. Nico pressed his index and middle finger into his hole, parting his pussy lips. He swirled his two fingers around in his cum-soaked anal cavity. Omar's seed felt runny and almost hot as some of it began to trickle out of Nico's hole and down into his cupped palm. Careful not to let any more cum out than he could keep in his hand, Nico carefully pulled his fingers out of his hole, and gently carried his cupped hand with a small lake of Omar's DNA around to Luciano's rising manhood. Nico turned his hand over slowly, drizzling Omar's cum up and down the length of Luciano's dick shaft. Nico's left hand spread the liquid cum-glazing evenly over all sides of Luciano's now fully erect meat club as the smell of semen filled the bathroom. The expression on Luciano's face looked like an admixture of shock, anger, and fascination. "My little brother found himself quite the little piggy this time," said Luciano. Nico's ears perked up at the "this time." "You want to fuck your brother's cum back into me?," Nico offered almost matter-of-factly as he turned around and arched his lower back, presenting his pale, gravity-defying meat bubbles to Luciano's voracious gaze. With nothing but his cum-shiny manhood exposed, Luciano moved in on Nico's fully naked body. Luciano's fully engorged cock head, which reeked of Omar's sperm, was now peaking out from his foreskin. He pressed his cock head against Nico's slippery, moist hole. Luciano's head easily parted Nico's cum-fragrant outer hole. Luciano slowly tucked his pelvis to press his veiny 8-incher deeper into Nico's silky warm insides, bending his knees to get himself fully underneath the little slut's fuckchute. Nico gasped briefly as felt the pressure of Luciano's raw cock against Nico's ass walls steadily get more intense. On top of the sheer force of this new raw dick penetrating him, Nico's hole still felt tender from the ravaging he'd received from Omar. "You neg, cutie?," Luciano asked sweetly. "Yes," Nico replied, trying to keep his focus on the intense pressure Luciano's cock was creating as he pushed into Nico still deeper until finally bottoming out inside Nico. Nico let out a brief moan that was louder than intended. "You on prep then?," Luciano continued. "No," Nico replied, trying to control his breathing as Luciano started pressing a little harder against the back of Nico's rectum, sending increasingly intense shockwaves through his tightly closed second hole. "Good boy," Luciano whispered approvingly, as he began churning his step-brother's DNA inside Nico's chute. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered as he tried relaxing his tender hole, wondering when it would adjust to the punishingly large raw dick in him. A small amount of cum trickled out of Nico and down Luciano's dick shaft. Luciano felt the trickle of his step-brother's cum trickling down his nuts as it turned cool. "There's nothing I love more than sliding my cock into a fuckchute that my little brother has already nutted in. Fuck that's a wet hole." Luciano pulled out and slammed his cock into Nico's sore rectum, demanding that his still-hesitant second hole yield to the full length of his fuck tool. "Aaaaah!," Nico let out as he felt Luciano's cock ply his second hole fully open. Concerns about keeping quiet suddenly became just a memory. Luciano pulled Nico's hips forcefully onto him, holding that second hole open for a moment as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm. "Holy fuck!," Luciano grunted as his nuts began pulsing and his sperm was sent flooding deep into Nico's guts. Luciano shuddered, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued unloading in Nico's used pussy, which was now fully slathered in a mix of family cum. Nico felt a deep, guttural excitement as he thought about how slutty he had been to let Omar's 41 year-old step-brother fuck an unprotected load into Nico's pre-loaded hole while Nico's jealous, protective boyfriend Omar was made to listen to it all in his own apartment. Luciano's orgasm reached its end. Nico felt thoroughly full, even as Luciano slowly began withdrawing his raw monster from the young jock's cum-soaked insides. God, it hurts even as he pulls out, Nico thought, though still he somehow relished the sting he felt as Luciano's cock easily slid past the fleshy walls of Nico's silky rectal cavity. "God," Luciano's interjection broke the post-sex quiet that suddenly made the whir of the bathroom fan more pronounced. "It's going to be fun putting you in the stable at this year's family reunion," Luciano said as he caught his breath. Nico felt his stomach flip. "Family reunion?"

Great to see another story from you carlton3053! I can already tell it's going to be another HOT one!! Looking forward to more. Thanks man!!

The information you provide us is a bit limited for us to attempt more that broad, generalized suggestions, based on assumptions we would have to make as we fill in the blanks of what we don’t know about you, your brother, and how you both actually think and feel in this situation and context. Granted, much of that you don’t know yourself, which is why you’re facing the conundrum - your obstacle to making a decision about what to do seems at least in part rooted in a lack of information. You tell us that you can’t stop “thinking about” your twin brother, but you’re never explicitly clear about what the nature of that thinking is. Later posts hint that there is a sexual attraction component, but you never say outright that you find yourself wanting to be sexual with him. Is this the case? You say you have a boyfriend with whom you have sex but you “don’t think it worked” - this suggests that you entered into a relationship with your boyfriend only for the purpose of making him a surrogate for your brother (this does not bode well for the relationship, but that’s a separate problem). You are unclear whether your distress about your unresolved feelings toward your brother is the result of feeling that they’re wrong and you don’t want to feel them, or they’re not wrong and you’re frustrated that you can’t fulfill them. Without clarity on which destination you want to reach, we cannot point to a path. Your therapist, by your account, believes that fulfilling those feelings of attraction is not in your interest, whatever the case. Given that result from a professional observer of your case, we must consider that the best information on which to consider any reply we might offer. A diabetic with a craving for chocolate cake knows he should not eat the cake - his doctor has told him so. His doctor tells him to keep his kitchen clear of any sugary desserts that might tempt him. Yet on the man’s kitchen counter is a covered glass cake plate containing a large 20-layer Death By Chocolate ganache torte that his brother brought back from the bakery. It’s killing him slowly ever time he walks through the kitchen and looks at the thing, untouchable underneath the glass. All he would have to do would be lift the cover and dig in for what he imagines is a slice of heaven itself - on the other hand, his sugar would spike, and his brother might get mad at him. What to do? The first, and most obvious, thing to do is put the damn cake somewhere that you’re not forced to think about it every time you pass through the kitchen. The second thing to do would be for the man to have a frank conversation with his brother to explain that because of his diabetes, having sweets lying around is a hardship, and would he consider limiting the food that comes into the house, or at least storing the sweets in a locked cupboard. If the brother then protests that such accommodations are too much to ask, the man should then explain that, for his own well-being and not for any ill feeling toward his brother, he must consider living elsewhere. This is, of course, a slight silly metaphor for the problem - although personally I would fucking make love to a 20-layer chocolate ganache torte if I found one in my kitchen - but the point is that you’re not making this any easier by keeping the object of your obsession within reach. You already know what the difference feels like - you lived apart in a different town for a year before coming back. You felt sad, you say, but you don’t say whether being apart relieved any of the day-to-day pressure of thinking about him. You also give no context for your return to living with him other than that you were both sad. If, as you say, he was sad because he thought you were angry with him, then he was sad for no good reason, and you could have changed that over time. He wouldn’t have been sad indefinitely. That wouldn’t have been sufficient reason to return. It seems more likely that your own sadness at not being near the object of your obsession is what caused you to abandon your therapist’s advice and return to your original unworkable situation. Indeed, it is difficult to see a way to make this situation workable in conventional relationship terms due to the complicating factors that you’re dealing not only with family, and not only with a close sibling, but with an actual twin of yourself. I have known a set of twins all my life, who are such close friends of the family that we consider them family. They have always been so very alike that their dissimilarities seemed magnified. This always emphasized to me twins aren’t copies, they’re distinct individuals. You know your brother likely better than anyone else on Earth. Because of your many similarities, you have a unique insight into the things that shape his thoughts and actions. Think hard. As much as is possible, pull yourself out of your own mind and step into your brother’s, taking in everything that you know about him. Forget about how you feel - how does he probably feel? How is he likely to react if you were to bare your heart to him and tell him everything you’re keeping bottled? You, more than anyone else, more than any psychologist, hold that answer. The way I see it, there is only one way you can reveal your heart and mind to your brother, and that is this: You tell him all of it as an explanation of why you cannot live with him. And plan to leave. This will result in one of two outcomes - either he will not reciprocate your feelings, in which case you will be able to leave without any misunderstanding this time; or he will reciprocate them and you attempt to seek some sort of mutual resolution to those feelings. (This outcome will almost certainly sabotage your relationship with your current boyfriend - indeed, both may, but unless you are able to exercise the mental discipline to divorce yourself from your obsession once and for all, that relationship will always be at risk, and its value dubious.) I wish you grace.

I don’t think bottoms should ever refuse a top. I was bred last week by a guy I was not attracted to at all but he wanted it so I offered it up. At the end of the day is bottoms are just a receptacle for a man’s seed.

A therapist is the person you should discuss this with. Here on BZ, you are going to get a lot of "oh man that's hot, you should totally put the moves on him" crappy advice. Others will tell you that you need to get over that. Some will be quietly disgusted but won't say anything because they don't want to appear negative. The reality is, you need to figure out what it is that's driving this, and that's something you're unlikely to figure out without a trained therapist who can work this out with you. Sorry to be blunt, but this is the sort of thing for which there are no shortcuts, as you've already discovered.

I agree with all ten, but I would note that I *suspect* there are large numbers of people out there who would flat-out disagree with the first point - that what they do affects others. Or at the very least, large numbers of people view that as "a problem for the others" - that is, it's incumbent on those who are worried about infection to do whatever it takes, including, if necessary, staying home 100% of the time in isolation, rather than expecting other people to alter their actions in any way. I think that's the key divide right now, between those who feel a sense of responsibility to the community at large and its weakest members to take reasonable precautions, and those who feel any limitations on what they can do are an intolerable restriction on their freedom.

We should, should we? No. That’s not written anywhere. There’s no set of rules that qualifies a “good”, “true”, or “real” slut or cumdump that says he has to take every fucking piece of abuse thrown at him. Anyone who actually practices that has such basement-level self-respect that it really would benefit from therapy. Note that I was taking their cocks, repeatedly, in both holes, ass-to-mouth, roughly, until even they needed a breather. Only when they indicated that they didn’t consider me human enough to let me collect myself after their use did I decide to walk away. Anyone who will allow himself to be used to the point of injury is either a masochist or a fool, and I am neither. And you would, you say… but have you? Have you, personally, taken serial fucking over a picnic table by a group of men uninterested in your wellbeing? If not, don’t be so quick to swear what you would do. Reality can kick fantasy in the balls.

Ah yes end of the year gang bang starts in one hour and last until????????? All I know is I have 6 boy's coming over 4 that are locked in chastity and begging to be used as sub pig's. the other 2 will leave here locked in chastity as well as full of cum. this should be fun. Not to mention all the top's that will be here. Fun nasty pig party to end the year.

Part 26 - The Curator & The Prince Alex woke to the sound of Artem bringing him coffee and putting it on the table beside his bed, observing royal protocol then jumping on the bed sitting next to him and chatting. Today was the last of the formal conference meetings which meant the day after they could go off agenda and have less formal talks bringing any ideas to the table. Being asked to give the key note speech that afternoon Alex was prepared as best he could be, the idea was daunting at first yet now he knew each and everyone of the partners he was less scared of it. He only had to remember not to look at Felipe as this would put him off. After lunch and speaking with crystal clarity and confidence then receiving a standing ovation when he finished, they praised his contribution to the charity which was now flourishing even more with his royal patronage. Liam watched from the side utterly overwhelmed and impressed by Alex, his casual but royal approach was outstanding without the stuffiness of the occasion where the partners appeared relaxed and clearly loved being able to talk with him quite openly. Alex had learnt so much about the charity and the work it does in the communities. Liam didn't go unnoticed either, always at the side protecting the prince he was becoming a regular attendee at events and the partners always took care of him taking time to talk and make sure he was involved being such an integral part of having a royal patron. A few patrons were disappointed that Artem was given time off to explore London, they knew Artem was the key to the prince's diary and kept in with him in case they wanted Alex to attend any events. Felipe walked over to Alex "Your highness" he said bowing his head gracefully. "Mr Morales" Alex replied shaking his hand. "Wonderful speech" Felipe informed Alex, "I have a premier at the end of January in LA" he said. Alex grinned "And what of it?" he asked, "You want me to attend?". Felipe nodded "I Would love you to attend at least one of them" he replied. Alex smiled "Send me the dates and I will get Artem to block the time out" he said. "Gracias" Felipe replied, "The studio will pay for you and a guest to attend". Alex nodded "Thank you, it will need to be four people, Liam and Artem will need to fly with me". "Of course, it is not a problem" Felipe replied bowing his head. They carried on chatting for a few minutes whilst Alex began thinking about who, if anyone he would take to LA. He was definitely bubbling with excitement at the thought of going to LA and when he told Liam he shook his head knowing how hard his work would be. The rest of his afternoon was taken up with Lady Trasilion and was very clear to Alex and Liam that the artist was very typical of a young modern impressionist artist, casual with no formal dress sense and expected the same at his gallery showings. She revealed they had been working on Asa to join the charity and be involved in some capacity but he had yet to give a proper answer. Alex invited Lady Trasilion to the royal suite for a drink before they were due to attend and she arrived at 6pm nodding her approval of how Alex and Liam were dressed in jeans and shirt. Alex showed Liam a picture of the artist revealing a 26 year slim guy with brown shoulder length hair that was part curly and wavy, a stubble half beard was the best way to describe what was growing on his face. The piercing blue eyes and a very handsome looking man which caused Liam to smirk looking at Alex and wondering if this was the type of man who could sweep his prince off his feet. Rushing around in the art gallery where Max was making final adjustments with Asa, the artist. Asa allowed Max to get away with a lot since he had a thing for Max and always flirted openly with him but could never make any progress since Max was strictly business as far as Asa was concerned. He liked the flirting and gave as good back when they were alone, from this they had become good friends and the reality was Asa trusted Max implicitly about his decisions. It had been several months since they had seen each other and Asa found that Max was slightly different since his holiday with the guys. "You still single then Max?" Asa asked adjusting another painting. Max slapped his hand out of the way and readjusted it "Yes, had my heart stolen on holiday". Asa stopped and looked at him "Is that why you seem different, by who?" he asked curiously. Max brushed it off "Some guy I met in Mauritius" he replied contemplating, "Doesn't matter". "Come on Max, someone got to you?" Asa asked, "What happened did Gareth the gorilla put them off?". Max chuckled "No Gareth did not put him off" he replied, "In fact he turned Gareth down for sex". "Shit no way!" Asa replied laughing, "So he must have been really keen on you?" he now asked. Max shrugged "I think so, but we forgot to exchange numbers so I will never know" he said sadly. "Worst night of my life" Asa suddenly said moving to next picture, "Sex with Gareth". Max smirked "I still can not believe you went there" he replied pricing the painting then chuckled. Asa shook his head "Wanted to try what it was about, he was way to demanding for my liking". "And you are not?" Max replied laughing knowing Asa only to well on the man front. Max looked at him "And you, have you found anyone or still sleeping around?" he asked. "Waiting for you Max" Asa replied laughing and handing him a price tag, "So who is coming?". "Usual list of our collectors and we publicised the showing so who knows" Max replied. Asa nodded "I know Lady Trasilion is coming, she is still trying to get me on that charity". Max chuckled "I guess she doesn't take no for an answer, maybe you should do it, good publicity for your career". "I guess" Asa replied, "I want to paint you naked" he said making Max laugh. "I know you do, maybe, one day, perhaps" Max replied without commitment. The WhiteGuards gallery owner checked Max and Asa were ready and at 7pm the doors were opened and people began wandering in. Gareth and Louis appeared along with Max's parents all of whom were very avid supporters of Max in his career as well as Asa. It didn't take long for the gallery to be bustling with guests drinking wine and eating canapes as they wondered through the expansive rooms of the gallery. Admiring the works and beginning to snap pieces up quickly, despite the artist still relatively unknown he had a flair for imagination and seducing the viewer in, the erotica in gallery 4 sold out within thirty minutes completely astounding Asa. Outside the gallery the headlights of the limousine slowly approached the building. "Here we are" Margarite said as the chauffeur pulled up in front of the brightly lit gallery. Liam hurried out and opened the door for Alex bowing his head in protocol "Your highness". "Keep close Liam" Alex said looking a little apprehensive at this unofficial engagement. The gallery owner rushed out of the door "Lady Trasilion how lovely to see you again" David said. "Thank you David, I have two guests with me hope that is alright" she replied. "Of course" David replied shaking hands with Liam, "Welcome to WhiteGuards gallery" he said. He move towards Alex then stumbled "Oh my!" he said looking shocked "Your royal highness". David bowed his head "Pleased to meet you David" Alex said offering his hand. "This is such an honour for us your highness" David said shaking his hand gently. "David" Lady Trasilion spoke interrupting him, "Less royalness please" she said. "Yes of course" David replied, "Please follow me". Alex followed behind Lady Trasilion and in front of Liam and were taken over to a waiter who offered them a glass of wine, David pointed out that Asa was in gallery 3 mingling around. Alex insisted Lady Trasilion went to meet the artist whilst he and Liam casually walked around looking at the pieces of art hanging on the walls. It wasn't long before Liam had Alex laughing since he knew nothing about art except for the portrait paintings hanging in the palace. Liam leaned in to Alex "Complex, disentanglement of the artists imagination" he said confidently. Alex looked at him "You are full of crap sometimes" he replied as they both giggled. "Actually it is not bad" Liam suddenly said, "Contemporary art I guess". "Hmm... looks like a painting by a person who chooses to paint like a child or is a child" Alex said. Liam chuckled "That is very demeaning" he said smirking. "Isn't meant to be, it is what I see" Alex said studying the painting in more details. "Accurate interpretation" David said standing behind them, "He painted that when he was six". Alex looked a little horrified realising he was heard "I didn't mean anything". David smiled "Actually you are the only person who has ever interpreted it correctly". Alex nodded looking back at it "So how much is it?" he asked almost to scared to ask. "Not for sale your... sir" David replied, "It is in the artists private collection". "Gallery 2 is where you find some of his recent works" David suggested guiding them through. Alex looked at his book "And gallery 4, you know the err..." he glanced down at his book again. "Ah yes the erotica artwork" David chuckled, "All sold out but still available for viewing". "Thank you" Alex replied following him through the crowds. "Take your time, the curator is in there if you have any questions and the artist is around" David said leaving them. Alex and Liam took there time looking at each piece of work which was certainly better than the first piece they saw as they moved along from painting to painting. Both of them had no idea what they were looking at and constantly referred to the catalogue that provided an insight in to the artist depiction. Despite them both not having a clue they were enjoying themselves as this was something completely different for them both. The paintings were very good and they could see a pattern in how each piece was painted that clearly defined the artists work and brushstrokes that came evident with each painting. Liam went back to the first painting in the gallery and Alex stood in front of number six called Silver Lake, it actually captured something in Alex's eye and imagination, his head was cocked to one side whilst he studied it in more detail whilst Liam moved on to the next one. Max moved through the gallery and saw the back of a guy dressed in jeans and shirt who seemed to be spending a lot of time studying Silver Lake, in fact this was Max's favourite painting as well. He walked over to the young man. "Silver Lake" Max said, "Asa painted this when he was in Italy last year staying at Lake Como". "One of my favourite paintings that captures a very serene moment in time" Max added. It took a moment for the words to sink in then the voice that he recognised but couldn't place immediately, then the flashback to laying on the beach staring in to the nervous eyes of the person who sole his heart, remembering the time and place. Then sitting on the balcony overlooking the ocean enjoying a casual dinner with butterflies whenever he looked him in the eye. A wave of nausea ran over him like never before that was hard to determine if it was excitement or dread. Alex bit down on his lip almost afraid to turn in case it wasn't who he hoped would be standing there, slowly he shuffled his feet turning to face him. "Max!" Alex said softly feeling a surge of warmth and excitement coursing through his body. Max smiled and then looked at him for a moment completely stunned "Alex!" he exclaimed staring at him. There was a weird silence between then "What are you doing here?" Max asked going all flustered. "Sort of working, what are you doing here?" Alex asked in return unsure what to say. Max looked around "I work here" he replied then stared opened mouth at Alex. "It really is you!" Alex said softly, "I thought I would never see you again Max". "I can't believe it, that you are standing here in front of me" Max now said boiling over with love. "Max, Max, calm down" Alex said grabbing his arms, "It really is you" he said almost crying with emotion. Max pulled Alex forward hugging him tightly "Alex!" he said in anguish holding him tighter. In a contrasted moment where forgot where and who he was he kissed Max who happily returned hugging and holding on to Alex like he was about to disappear again. Liam looked over and panicked having lost sight of Alex, quickly he focused in and realised that someone had hold of his prince. Automation mode engaged seeing those arms hugging almost forcing the prince in his arms. Liam flew across the gallery floor in protection mode. Weather friend or foe it didn't matter, touching the prince like this was just not done and put him at great risk. With force he separated Max pulling Alex behind him, he didn't clock on that it was Max since his primary focus was the safety of the prince. "Your highness are you okay?" Liam asked looking at him whilst holding Max at arms length. The colour in Alex's face drained fearing what was going to happen "I am fine Liam it is Max!". "What?" Liam said in shock then looking at Max. He was looking at them both weirdly. "Your highness?" Max questioned glancing from one to the other and taking a few steps back, "Is this some joke?". Alex freaked seeing the look "Max please let me explain" he said pleading and moving forward. "Is he joking?" Max asked staring at Alex and holding his hand up trying to figure them both out. Alex stepped forward "Max" Alex said calmly, "Please let me explain this" he pleaded. "What did he mean by your highness?" Max asked looking confused and like he didn't know Alex at all now. Max shook his head "No, no, no. This can't be right" he said taking another step back. Alex stepped forward "Your highness" Liam said holding Alex's arm. "Stop calling me that!" Alex said getting angry with a tear rolling down his face in anguish. Max walked backwards away from Alex "Max please!" Alex pleaded again but Max ran from the gallery. "Get away from me!" Max exclaimed loudly storming off. Gareth picked up a glass of wine for Max then saw him rushing out the door and standing on the pavement like he didn't know where to run, a scared and lost child that paced up and down. Gareth put the glasses back and quickly he ran outside calling Max who had a very upset look on his face. "What happened?" Gareth asked grabbing hold of Max, "You look like you have seen a ghost". Max stared at him still in shock "Al... Alex is here" he finally managed to say. "What inside?" Gareth now asked looking taken back at his nodding, "So what's the problem?". "I don't know" Max said, "I mean it is him" he sniffed, "I mean not him" he made no sense. Max stared at Gareth "I knew there was something mysterious about him" he added. "Max!" Alex called coming out the door, "Please let me explain" he said rushing over. "Explain what?" Max asked looking at him, "How you played me, took me for a fool that you could play with?". Liam quick as ever was hot on Alex's heels "You don't need to explain yourself" he said to Alex. Asa then appeared wondering if the party was now outside "Max are we partying out here now?" he joked. Liam looked at Asa who looked at him then Alex "Oh my god!" Asa said looking at Alex in surprise. Gareth was still perplexed "Someone tell me what is going on here?" he asked. Asa knew exactly who Alex was and bowed "Your highness, I apologise for my outburst" he said. "What?" Gareth said sounding more confused scratching his head. Alex though was looking at Max "Gareth" Liam said getting his attention, "This is Prince Alexander". Gareth stared for a moment then laughed "Okay whose joke is this?" he asked finding it amusing. Asa turned to him "Gareth this is His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia" he said. Gareth looked stumped "I am Prince Alexander's protection officer" Liam added. "And neither of you thought to tell Max this in Mauritius?" Gareth now asked looking annoyed. Max shook his head "Fair play to both of you. You really did a number on me!" he said to Alex. "Max" Alex pleaded, "I wanted to tell you Max, only it just never seemed right" he explained. "Right?" Max questioned still pacing around, "You steal my heart then probably laughed about it". "No!" Alex replied standing in front of him, "That was the real me you got know" he said. Max stared at him "I can't deal with this right now" he said shaking mostly from shock. Max walked a few steps then turned "I mean, who fucking hell are you?" he asked then walked off. Max walked back in to the gallery promptly downing a glass of wine before disappearing in to the crowd. His head was conflicted and all over the place, he knew he would not be able to think this through properly. Gareth looked at Alex and Liam shaking his head then walked back in to the gallery leaving Asa, Liam and Alex standing on the pavement. Liam put his arm around Alex and called for the car. "Can you let Lady Trasilion know we will send the car back for her" Liam informed Asa. "No wait, please don't go, I mean crap royalty at my viewing" Asa said excited. Alex shook his head "We should leave Asa I am sorry for ruining this evening". Asa stopped "You are the one he fell head over heels for!" he said putting the pieces together. Alex looked at him "You know about me then?" he asked. "God yes!" Asa replied, "Max has been completely weird since his return from holiday". Alex glanced through the gallery window "Please stay as my guests" Asa pleaded. Alex looked at Liam "Can we stay a bit longer, I have to try and speak to Max" he said nervously. "No your highness, it is best to leave Max for the moment" Asa said making sure Alex understood. "Trust me when Max gets in his head you have no chance getting through to him" Asa advised. "Come have a drink with me" Asa said inviting them back in, "Dam you are hot" he said to Liam. Liam dazzled him with a smile "Prince here ain't bad looking either" Asa added winking at Alex. Alex smiled finding Asa funny, flirty in very down to earth way "Pretty hot yourself" he said. Asa laughed "Your highness please retain what dignity you have left " Liam warned grinning. Asa handed them both a drink "So you here with Lady Trasilion then?" he asked. "Yes" Alex replied, "I am here on charity work with her" he said thanking him for the wine. "Oh yeah I know you are the patron, she badgers me enough" Asa replied forgetting his manners. Alex smiled "So you know why we are here then?" he asked. Asa nodded, "You involved as well?" he asked Liam. "A little" Alex replied for Liam, "Got involved by default as he is always hanging around". "Your highness is everything okay?" Lady Trasilion asked making her way over to him. "Yes Margarite, well sort of" Alex replied clearly trying to see if Max had appeared. "I see you have met the aspiring artist who owes me an answer" Margarite noted. Asa laughed "You win Lady T" he said putting his arm around Alex, "I will join". Liam shuffled forward and quickly removed Asa's arm "Hands off the prince please" he said. "Sorry I ain't much good in the presence of royalty" Asa said apologising profusely. "Man I would love to get you in bed" Asa said to Liam chuckling and admiring his body. Liam smirked shaking his head "I would break you like a twig" he said patting his shoulder. Asa shook his head "Dam now you have made my knob hard touching me" he said getting lost in Liam's looks. "Asa" Alex spoke, "Silver Lake painting I want to buy it please" he said. Asa turned to him and smiled "Nope, my gift to you" he said holding his hand up stopping Alex from protesting. "Thank you Asa" Alex said genuinely, "But I want to gift it to Max he likes it". "Well I have a duplicate in my studio if you want one as well" Asa offered. Alex nodded "Yes I would, but let me pay for it Asa" he said this time holding his hand up. "No your highness. But you could let me paint your portrait" Asa said winking at Alex, "Naked". Liam stepped in "Chill out Liam" Alex said, "He will be like this until he knows you" he said. Alex tapped his chin "Okay you paint my portrait for my birthday but not naked!" he replied making Asa smile. Liam relaxed a little bit changing his attitude towards Asa knowing that if his prince said that it was good enough for him his judgement could be trusted, the next hour was spent chatting away with Asa whilst Alex constantly scanned the room for Max. Lady Trasilion got wind of what was distracting the prince from Asa who was savvy enough to know when two people had a connection that needed fixing and a plan was put in place with Liam's help before the evening ended. The car arrived and Alex departed with Liam and Lady Trasilion, he had one last look to see if Max was around, his heart was breaking and he knew he would have to come back and find him. He wasn't going to let Max go a second time without a fight, whatever it took. Max was distraught and finding it hard to think on his feet, clearly distracted and unsure what to make of the revelation that unfolded. He knew deep down that what he felt for Alex was so different from anything else and seeing him again only enforced that, but the revelation of who he really was just wouldn't go away. He felt stupid, played, deceived. In fact anything he could think of was how he felt right now. Max walked through to gallery two and glanced over at the Silver Lake painting then realised it had a sold sticker on it, which didn't help matters as he was hoping to buy it and was working on his parents to buy it for him for Christmas. His parents came over noticing the distracted look on Max's face using the excuse he was slightly stressed at how busy it was, hiding his true feelings and anger that was boiling in his body. Alex walked in to the royal suite and Artem came out of his room to attend, immediately he spotted something was not right with Alex and Liam who was following with a worried look on his face. Liam indicated for Artem to go back to his room whilst he followed the prince in to his bedroom. The way he walked showed a very deflated person and Liam closed the door and put his arms around Alex who immediately had a melt down. Alex felt unable to hide or control his emotions any more, the whole evening had been a complete disaster as far as he was concerned and right now he needed his stable rock in the form of Liam. Artem ordered hot chocolate and brought the mugs in to the bedroom, the sight almost making his heart break. Liam sat on the window seat with Alex resting his head on his lap whilst Liam stroked him. Liam looked up and smiled mouthing the word Max to him and Artem knew their paths must have somehow crossed this evening. "Is he alright?" Artem asked quietly handing a mug of chocolate to Liam. "Thanks" Liam replied and nodded, "It didn't go well" he simply said. "That is an understatement!" Alex said lifting himself to a seated position his eyes now red. "Your hurting?" Liam asked softly, Alex nodded holding on tighter to Liam. Liam kissed him on the forehead and undid Alex's shirt "I told you we would be here for you". "What a mess!" Alex said down beaten and accepting the mug offered by Artem. Artem sat next to Alex and rubbed his knee whilst they drank their hot chocolate in silence. Artem took the mugs and left Liam and Alex alone. "I just want to go to bed" Alex said standing up, "I need to forget all about him it is a lost cause". Liam stood "I am not leaving you alone tonight" he said beginning to undress Alex. "You don't need to do this" Alex said moving his shoulders so Liam could take the shirt off. Liam looked at him "It was my slip of the tongue Alex" he admitted making it clear. Alex shook his head "No Liam, you were doing your job" he said correcting him. Alex half smiled wiping his eyes "Why is everything so complicated Liam?" he asked. Liam folded Alex's clothes "Maybe Max is the right person for you Alex" he said kindly. Alex shook his head "It is my title, people just can't accept it. Maybe I should..." he started. "No!" Liam said putting his hands on Alex's shoulder "You are a prince by birth and right". Alex looked at him "Stand tall Alex, you are who you are and you are a magnificent prince and person" Liam added. "What did you mean by Max is the right person?" Alex asked pulling himself together. "He freaked out, shows he truly didn't know who you are" Liam explained, "We need to work on him". Liam picked Alex up carrying him to bed allowing Alex to fall in to his arms, it wasn't long before Alex moved and wiped his eyes still upset about the whole evening. Liam refusing to let go of him stroked his back slowly until the prince began breathing steadily as he fell asleep. Liam laid there wondering why the hell Max had behaved so weirdly, it was not as if Alex had ever lied to him so maybe it was shock at finding out that he had fallen in love with a prince. The following day was no better and he was off his game in the meetings a little, he couldn't help noticing the discreet conversations going on between Margarite and Liam. Frankly Alex wanted to go home and didn't care what was going on, he only had one more day to get through and was glad to be back at the hotel where he could shut the existence of Max outside the doors. Settling down to a quiet dinner with Liam and Artem in the suite, Alex picked himself up as usual and started to enjoy himself being in their company, Liam slightly nervous and worrying about tonight and the secret plan they had hatched with the gallery owner, it was going to be one massive gamble. Something had to be done to bring Max to his senses and they needed to be alone together and discover for themselves if it was all or nothing for the prince and curator.

I'd read lots of porn magazines, and letters describing gang bangs have long been my favorite topic. It wasn't until I've got into college that I found a girl willing to indulge my fantasies. Darla and I have had quite a few bangs, as a result we've learned a lot of stuff that most people do not know about. For instance, first, in planning a gang bang you must choose your participants very carefully. At our first couple of bangs we had a number of participants who Darla later labeled fuckless wonders. Or guys who cum once and leave. As your readers probably know, a gang bang doesn't get really good until everybody has cum at least twice. Second, some degree of bi-sexuality is inevitable. All it takes is one guy willing to experiment, and everyone will be doing it. Don't panic just gently remind them why they're there! Third, guys must remember that their pleasure is not the only measure at issue: the women need to be involved. In a good gang bang the women are the focus. If they're not having fun they might decide no one else should have any fun. Fourth, don't allow the guys to curse and disrespect the women, just because the women are willing to be banged does not mean they're whores. Unless, of course, a given women wants to be so labeled. There's no denying that some people, male and female, find the notion of being in the sex trade to be a major cum-on. Fifth: don't organize a bang for the wrong reason; sixth, you call it a gang bang and the attendees don't get to cum, the host is responsible. These last three I learned just recently, when I organized a bang for the football team for the wrong reason. You could say it put a whole new light on gang bangs for me. The guys arrived slobberingly drunk, and only got worse. They started cursing Darla before she was even undressed, and then the first three guys were fuckless wonders. 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I let a couple of guys suck me off, and I'd jerked a couple of guys off but that was it. I'd fucked Darla's ass quite a bit, so knew I like that but never really even thought about a guy's butt. So I wasn't what you'd call exactly excited about being fucked, or anything like that, and I told the guys as much loud and clear. They informed me I had best shut up and take it, or they'd stomp my ass and fuck me anyway! I realized I was screwed no matter what, and knew the stomping they'd give me would only make it harder to keep it quiet, so I shut the fuck up, just hoping they'd give it up and go away. Then the conversation turned to what they wanted to do first. Without too much debate they decided to start with blow jobs. I admit I hoped most of them would be fuckless wonders, but being pissed off they had made up their minds to get their moneys worth. Not that they had payed for anything. I had been worried I wouldn't be able to make myself do it. In fact I almost vomited when the first one shot his load down my throat. Shockingly I got harder and harder as they crowded around me jerking their cocks, and waiting for my mouth. As the ordeal continued I found listening to them calling me a cum-drinking-little-fairy and a fucking-cock-sucking-homo. I was about half-way through the team when they bent me over the back of my couch. Before I realized what was happening, I had a big black linebacker ball's deep in my ass. The pain of that first penetration was intense. I screamed like the virgin I was, and my hard-on wilted like lettuce in the sun, even tho' it kept dribbling precum. About five or six guys later I was moaning and dribbled my first load onto my couch cushions. The next two hours felt like one long ass fucking. I came once or twice more even tho' my cock remained limp. One of the guys, probably the one who got the rest of them to fuck me, sucked off my limp, flaccid cock, just as the last guy finished fuckin' my ass. 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And I must admit he's right about that! Darla has done everything she can to please me, even going so far as to arrange a gang bang for me. Some of our old regulars came over and fucked me silly. Hell, even the Doc came.

I was on my way back from Toledo from a dental cleaning when I stopped off to get gasoline for my car in Napoleon at one of the 3 truck stops there - Napoleon being about midway between Toledo and Defiance (where I live). I was dressed in a pair of skin-tight joggers that are very slinky to the touch with a pair of very opaque black tights underneath, a skin-tight slinky black undershirt and a very soft black sweatshirt. I was at the pumps getting gas in my car when this trucker - well built, about 6"3 maybe, bald/shaved head, salt-n-pepper goatee and moustache (hair very short) came up behind me and said something like "a little bit chilly tonight to be wearing something so skin-tight and revealing, huh?" I just smiled at him. I guess it caught his attention because then he stopped, looked back at me, watched me for a moment and then came back to me. He said something like "Hope you weren't put off by that. I just find you very interesting is all." Again I smiled, then thanked him and said, "you're quite intriguing yourself" as I remember my eyes scanning him up and down - a bit out of fear but also a bit out of curiosity. He again started to walk away as I was now in the final moments of topping off my tank. He asked me then if my tank was finally full and I said, "Yeah, pretty close." That's when he came back one last time and got in close, caressing my ass almost accidentally but for sure on purpose when he whispered "I'd love to fill your tank tonight." His hand this time was rather deliberate in caressing the crack of my ass and sliding around to feel where my cock was now semi-aroused. Then he said, "and I see you'd like that too." That's when I whispered .... "Yes!" He directed me to where his truck was parked and how to go hide my car nearby so as not to be too conspicuous as to what was about to take place. He told me to then go to the passenger side and climb into his cab. So I did all that and found him waiting there with his coat off and shirt half unbuttoned. He reached behind me, locked the passenger door and then things just went crazy. We slipped behind the curtain of his sleeper and began to attack one another like hungry animals. I kissed him like I was madly in love or something, and he returned each one with ones of his own also so eager to have me. We stripped off one another's shirts and he began sucking on my nipples as I was kissing the top of his head. Then he pushed my head down onto his and I began to worship his hairy chest, sucking and licking his nipples and caressing his semi-tight abs. I kicked my tennis shoes off as we grabbed me around the waist and puled me in close. I threw my arms around him and we just kissed for like 5 minutes long as I felt his cock rising in his jeans and he felt mine rise to full length in my skin tight pants. Finally he lifted me up and placed me on his sleeping bunk and took down his pants as I did the same, revealing my black tights. He said something like "oh fuck yeah I hit the muther fucking jackpot. My mouth went right away to his cock and began to make it change from semi-hard to fully erect. He just kept rubbing my back encouraging me to suck on him with one hand while the other caressed my nylon covered ass. His one hand then toyed with my nipples and got me even more aroused. He finally sat on the sleeper and pulled me close as we kissed again - him fully sitting and me on my knees. He was stroking his cock as we kissed and mouthing between kisses how hot I was, how sexy I was, how he wanted me so much. He kept teasing my nipples more and I began to moan and rock back and forth as if someone was fucking my ass from behind. He asked me if I liked his cock. Asked me if I needed it. Asked me if I was eager to fuck. I kept answering "yes" to everything. He kept then telling me he was so ready to fuck me, so ready to breed me. I kept, again, saying yes. I could feel one hand behind me fingering at my hole through the silky nylon. I kept backing my ass into his finger as if to encourage him to open my nylon tights up and begin drilling me. Then he said it again, "I want to breed you" to which I begged him to do it. he reached down between the mattress and found a very small pocket knife, carefully slit open a small hole and put the knife back down, kissing me and telling me he was now almost ready. "Show me how much you need it." So I began to worship his chest again, kissing all that beautiful short chest hair and licking his tattoo over his heart, caressing his cock and telling him I needed this. He pushed me back a bit, a little rough, and kissed me harder as he began to caress my cock through the nylon material and finger my ass while kissing me. He kept taking precum from my cock and fingering my hole with it as we kissed. I got down on my knees and began to suck him and get him nice and wet and even more hard. He kept telling me over and over to suck him, suck his cock, and I did. The more I sucked him, the bigger it got. I'd guess when I started he was maybe 5 inches or a little less, but for sure by the time I'd been on my knees for the 5 or 10 minutes he had to be about 7 inches. He kept asking me if I wanted his cock up my ass and I'd nod as I kept sucking, moaning the word "yes" as I went. I just kept caressing my own through my tights and feeling myself edging closer to cumming, but I held back. He put me up then on the bed and got down on his knees, telling me to spread my legs wide and show my hole off. He pulled out a lubricated condom and slipped a finger into it and began to massage my hole, then inserted two fingers, then three and finally four. He was kissing at my cock through my tights and watching as I moaned and gyrated to his playful fingering. "Yeah four fingers. You're ready." So he put me back on all fours and slipped the condom onto his cock and began to enter me. I moaned rather loudly as the head got inside of the opening and I remember him saying "Yeah there it goes." He had me against the back of the cab, his hands wrapped around the back of my neck and his full weight pushing the rest of him into me. He then had me move so I was more fully on the sleeping mattress and he had a better angle at pumping into me. He said something like "How's it feel to have a real man fuck you?" I just said, "Oh gawd I love it! Fuck me more. Fuck me." And he did for another few minutes before he was digging his hands hard into my shoulder blade area and really pumping me. I had grabbed for one of his pillows and began to hold onto it tight as he fucked me and bite into it moaning loudly to the feel of him hard-fucking me. "Oh yeah baby you have a nice fuckhole! So tight. So firm. But I'm ready to breed you and make you my pussy," he said now as his hands were at my hips really slamming his cock into me. Then I felt him pull out and I saw the condom get tossed near where my head was. "Time to breed," he said as he slipped back into me and took a firm hold on me - one hand pressing into the small of my back and the other up near my left shoulder. He was gyrating and slamming his dick into me now, really grinding into me. He'd moved both hands back up near the base of my neck and collarbone area and was keeping me so controlled. I was now fully biting into the pillow and almost screaming out in ecstasy as he pounded my ass hard, feeling like he was trying to drive my head through the side wall of the sleeper cab. "Oh yeah baby you're a fine fuck! Every now and again he'd get in close and kiss my neck as he'd whisper about how good I was, then go back to pounding me again. I'd have to say that lasted for a good 15 minutes, 10 minutes without the condom. He finally came hard and we kissed a bit more before he got off me, out of me and got dressed. I had two orgasms inside those tights from his fucking. He gave me his number and said he'd make sure to give me an hour's notice next time he would be stopping for the evening in Napoleon to see if I could be his "bedtime fuck toy."

A couple of hours ago, a 22-year-old guy came to my hotel room. I smoked him first, then fucked me as I lay on my back with my legs raised high in the air. After that we changed our pose. I knelt on my knees on the edge of the bed and he continued to fuck me standing on his feet behind me and then a photo was taken which I am attaching to the post. After quite a long fuck, he loaded his cum into my asshole. He took a semi soft dick out of my asshole and I kept smoking it for him, soon it was hard again and he fucked me again, this time as I knelt on the armchair. It was pleasant to feel strong penetrations into the asshole well lubricated with sperm from the first ejaculation. After 10 minutes of fucking I took his dick in my mouth again and continued to smoke and jerk it off alternately, until I felt the hot jets of his young cum in my mouth. I swallowed and licked every last drop.

Part 3 - Uncle Knows Best On Christmas morning, I woke up to a knock on the door and a failed attempt at twisting its locked doorknob. I was intertwined with Noah in his bed. “Noah dear, it’s almost 11,” Melissa called impatiently. “Your aunt Lisa and uncle Reid are here. It’s time for presents. Don’t make me get your father to unlock this door.” I nudged Noah awake and pointed at the door. “I’ll be out soon,” Noah grumbled. “Bring Judd too. I think he’s still asleep.” Her footsteps lost sound as she walked away. Noah rubbed his eyes and looked at me with joy. He kissed me. I put my hand around his mouth and climbed on top of him. I was rock hard with morning wood, so I jammed its full length up his ass and pounded. He held back screams as I thrusted swiftly against his prostate. I knew we had to make an appearance soon, so I didn’t delay my climax. I spilled another load into him. “Fuck! Good fuck toy!” I pulled out to look at his gaping sloppy hole. “I wanna take you home and let all my friends use you. I wanna whore you out in Los Angeles, get that pussy overflowing with toxic cum.” Noah looked at me with glee. “I want all that toxic cum.” He still didn’t know what ‘toxic’ meant. I went and slipped into my jeans and winter sweater. Noah put on a shirt and thin light blue gym shorts without underwear underneath. His ass was prominent, and I could see a wet spot in the back as my charged cum dripped out of his hole. Noah and I slapped on our Christmas joy demeanor and ran into the living room. “There’s my boy!” Uncle Reid exclaimed at the sight of Noah. Reid was an attractive, tall man with salt and pepper hair in his late 30s. He had been married to Aunt Lisa for two years. According to his older sister Melissa, he had been the black sheep of the family and a party boy bachelor in New York City throughout his 20s and early 30s. His marriage with Lisa had come out of nowhere. “Come sit on my lap. You’re so big now!” Noah sat his wet pussy down on his uncle’s jean leg. “It’s been too long Uncle Reid!” “Happy belated birthday Noah! I can tell you’re all grown up now.” Reid looked at me with knowing eyes. We introduced ourselves, and I sensed a profound lack of chemistry between Lisa and Reid. We proceeded to open presents and eat breakfast pastries. Noah finally got up off of Reid’s lap to open the last box, a big present from his uncle. The wet spot on Noah’s shorts was prominent and a wet spot on Reid’s jeans had started to form. The present was a flying drone. “Noah, why don’t we go to a park to test out your drone? Judd, you should come along.” The three of us piled into Reid’s car, narrowly escaping others who contemplated joining. As Reid started to drive, he began to chuckle. “You two look a bit tired. Up late?” Noah looked down guiltily in the backseat. I could tell Reid knew, so there was no point in hiding. “Up all night.” “I could tell. So much cum leaking out of my nephew’s wet pussy.” “Yea, I gave him seven loads, including one this morning.” “Fuck yea. I’m jealous. We’re going to my motel room. I want a taste.” He looked in the rearview mirror at Noah. “I’ve been waiting for you to turn 18, and, when you finally do, you give your sweet pussy to a complete stranger. You’re even more of a cumslut than I hoped.” Noah looked shocked. “You’re gay Uncle Reid?” “Duh!” “What about Lisa?” “Lisa is asexual and doesn’t even live with me in New York. I only married her to get Melissa off my back about finding the right woman. Your mom was relentless with setting me up on dates when I visited home. Lisa had to deal with the same bullshit from her family.” We parked at the motel and made our way to Reid’s room. Eyes followed Noah’s wet gym shorts as the stain was obvious and had the beautiful aroma of semen. Once in the room, Reid lifted Noah, tossed him on the bed, and ripped off his shorts. His face dove into Noah’s leaking boypussy and began devouring. I stripped and sat in front of Noah’s face offering him my tool. Noah was overwhelmed with all the attention; I could feel his racing pulse as my cock invaded his throat. Reid lapped up my semen and began fingering his nephew’s loose pussy to draw more toxic semen out and into his mouth. “Judd, your cum tastes amazing.” I pondered how Uncle Reid would react to me pozzing his nephew but figured he would see my biohazard tattoo. No need to hide it. “Toxic cum tastes the best.” Reid slapped his nephew’s asscheeks around his face and looked up. “You impregnated my nephew?” He licked cum off his lips. I nodded and smiled. “Seven toxic servings of my DNA marinating in this fucking slut.” I grabbed Noah’s head and thrusted my cock in his throat with force. “Fuck. I’m so fucking jealous. You took his virginity and you get to be his maker.” He pulled off his shirt to reveal a biohazard tattoo on his pec. “I’m his uncle. That was my job.” “Who knows? Maybe my seeds didn’t convert him. Still got a chance to be his uncle maker.” Noah was diligently throating my cock, but his ears perked at ‘convert.’ As he was starting to connect the dots, his uncle whipped out his pierced 8-inch cock and place it at his boyhole. Noah flinched at the cold of the metal, but continued sucking. Reid grabbed Noah by the hair, pulled him up, and held his body against his own. “You ready to become the toxic cumdump you were always meant to be, Noah?” “Yea,” Noah panted. “You know what toxic means, right?” Noah shook his head. “It means you’re going to have my HIV in your cells. You already have Judd’s HIV. You’ll definitely have more toxic tops filling your delightful boyhole.” Noah’s jaw dropped at the news. He got HIV on his first fuck, and now his uncle was hellbent on giving him more. I wondered if he considered fighting his fate. If he did, it was short-lived, because he collapsed onto this elbows and pressed his ass to his uncle’s groin. “Give me your HIV, Uncle Reid. I want to be your toxic cumdump.” Reid wasted no time, jamming the full length of his pierced cock into his nephew’s hole. Noah squealed. I jacked off and enjoyed the show. Reid jackhammered. “I saved up my load for 10 days to give you the best birthday and Christmas gift. Tell me where you want it boy.” Noah was breathing hard, lost in the pain his uncle was inflicting on his rectum. Reid pulled Noah by the hair, slapped him hard and dropped him back to the bed. “Where do you want me to cum boy?” “Cum inside me,” Noah screamed. “You want me to poz you?” “Please uncle, poz me! Cum inside me!” Noah shrieked loudly. Reid grunted and slammed his cock to the hilt, busting his 10-day HIV-positive load deep inside Noah. Noah squirted on the bed. Reid collapsed on Noah. I got to my knees and shoved my engorged tool into Reid’s mouth. “Swallow my fresh load, you sick fuck.” Noah began to weep, overcome with emotion as his sex high wore off. Reid stayed on top of him, running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll be OK. You’ll find this was the most rewarding gift you’ll ever get. You can be free. No worries, no inhibitions.” A loud knock on the door cut through the emotion. I hopped off the bed, strode over to door and opened it completely naked.

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN AT THE SAME SEX PARTY IN A BAR THAT I WAS......BUT HEY.....THOSE POZ SEX VENUES ARE ALL OVER THE LARGE URBAN CITIES OF THE WORLD AND ONE IS MUCH LIKE THE OTHERS.....FULL OF SWEATY HARNESSED CUMDUMPS, PIGS, PUPS, PISS PIGS, BEARS, CUBS, MUSCLED MEN.......EVERYONE SMELLING OF TESOSTERONE AND LEAKING ASS JUICES FROM HUNGRY CLEANED OUT BUT WELL FUCKED KUNTS (FOR THE MOST PART CLEANED). THE SMELL OF LEATHER, RUBBER, POPPERS, CUMLOADS, RIPE ASS AND RIPE ARM PITS, PISS FILLS THE AIR. FOR A FURRY TOPMAN LIKE ME IT'S AN INSTANT HARDON AS SOON AS I WALK IN THE ENTRANCE.....THE SMELL OF PIGSEX LUST! SO MANY HUNGRY KUNTS TO OPENLY FUCK IN FRONT OF THE CROWD....SO MANY DICK SUCKERS LICKING THEIR LIPS AS THEY CRUISE THE GROWING BULGE OF MY DICK. DARK AREAS IN THE BACK AND FAR CORNERS ATTRACT MY ATTENTION WITH THE MOANS OF POZ MEN FUCKING CHASERS OVERFLOWING WITH FUCKSLOP. ARMS DEEP INSIDE HUNGRY MANKUNTS MOANING FOR DEEPER FISTS. I AM DOWN ON MY KNEES AT A WELL FUCKED HOLE SLURPING BACK THE GUT WARMED LOADS THAT TRICKLE OUT OF HIS SWOLLEN KUNT LIPS. I PASS A MOUTHFULL OF THE FUCKSLOP TO ONE OF THE PIGS STANDING AROUND JERKING AND HE IMMEDIATELY BLOWS HIS LOAD ALL OVER THE BACKSIDE OF THE PIG I JUST FELCHED. THE PIG MOANS AND BEGS FOR ME TO LICK UP THE SPENT CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS AND PASS IT TO HIS MOUTH. I START AT HIS GAPED KUNT FIRST AND SUCK BACK A HUGE FLOW OF GUT WARMED FUCKSLOP AND HIS ASS JUICES. THIS AND THE CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS I LET DRIBBLE FROM MY MOUTH INTO THE CUMPIG'S MOUTH. HE'S FUCKIN' BESIDE HIMSELF WITH CUM LUST AND I WHISPER IN HIS EAR AFTER WE'VE TONGUED TOGETHER THE FUCKSLOP FROM HIS ASS, THAT I WANT TO POZ FUCK HIM.....HE'S SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A SEX CRAZED ANIMAL AND YELLS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS...."FUCK ME SIR.....FUCK ME....I WANT YOUR TOXIC SEED IN ME." AS I SLIDE IN MY HARD POZ DICK A GROWING CROWD OF PIGS FORMS.... ALL JERKING AND PLAYING WITH THEIR OWN OR OTHER'S DICKS. THIS IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR.....THE PENT UP EXCITEMENT OF POZ FUCKING A CUM OBSESSED DUMP AND I KNOW THAT WHEN I FINISH WITH HIM THAT THERE'S LOTS OF OTHERS TO FUCK. TIME IN PIGSEX HEAVEN WELL SPENT!

🌳Taking Root: Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 The distinct sound that could be heard through the woods was a constant thud, heavy with force that echoed in the dark to a consistent rhythm until as one approached you could hear the panting of the jogger. Robert gazed forward with athletic determination with those forceful strides on the ground as his eyes darted left and right along the dark morning path, feeling the drive he normally did every morning. As the college sophomore encouraged his body to jog forward through the peaceful scenery he checked his watch and took note of the time. Once again he was ahead of schedule so with a slight sense of self criticism he slowed his pace; knowing that one of his favorite parts of the woods was coming up. The strikes on the ground from the joggers feet slowed to a more quiet pace and Robert’s slowing gasps filled the volume around him. Robert pulled his arms above his head to help his heart flow; his arm wiping away the sweat from his brown hair with the cold morning air chilled his skin. He slowly walked along the path, slowly rotating in a casual manner and confirmed no one else was around. He spotted the offshoot path which was flowered with orchids nearby. Robert was a bit more quick to turn his head up and down the path: ensuring one last time no one was around before he reached down and grabbed most of the orchids and slipped past the tree line to his secluded spot. Robert was a bit amazed how many more orchids had appeared to build up along the entrance path than the week before. He had found this spot a month ago when he noticed the first few orchids and it was like nature’s indication to mark an area off for him. He placed the flowers he had snatched in a pile behind the trees as he didn’t want anyone else to possibly find this spot while he exploited it’s lush private environment. And again Robert felt a ping of excitement as it seemed that the enclosure had grown more lush; the path not possibly viewable through the branches, grass and shrubbery. A grin emerged as Robert reached into his jogging shorts and felt his shaft start to firm up in his hand. The young man’s heart rate kept consistent but his heart beat started to exert a more forceful pulse as Robert started falling into that lusting focus. His other hand slowly reached up his shirt to tweak his nipple to send a slight jolt throughout his body to further encourage a quick arousal and he knew he didn’t have that much time to risk. He gazed back once more towards the entrance before he finally abandoned his sense of decency to further expose himself to make it quick. Robert yanked down his jogging shorts exposing his ass cheeks to the cold morning air which brought on even more excitement in Robert’s mind not having been this exposed before. His shaft engorged quickly as he firmly gripped his cock to encourage blood flow to fill his shaft fully. Robert closed his eyes, focused on trying to make this a quick jerk off and rushed the experience for fear of being exposed to this much. To his shock, this further cloaked Adam’s presence as the grounds keeper grinned with a corrupted smile in the dark. “You know, it’s very possible that maybe those orchids had a purpose for others and not just you young man.” The sharp disruption of sound immediately overwhelmed Robert and he froze in the dark. It took an immense amount of will to slowly open his eyes and he almost nearly screamed in shock as he saw right before him not a mere five feet in the secluded area an older gentleman leaning up against a tree, the glow from his tobacco pipe lightly illustrating his face in the dark. “I-I-” Robert stumbled as he panicked, not realizing that his shorts had become entangled with the shrubbery behind him and he gasped as he fell. The panicking young man landed hard on the ground and frantically tried to kick the shrubbery off, but eerily they were fully enmeshed even through the fabric and he was forced to kick them off and rapidly tried to get up. He turned to head back towards the path but felt a tug on his shirt yank him back and he fell yet again on the ground. On his back the air was knocked out of him and he coughed before a strong hand covered his mouth and he nearly screamed as fear fully overwhelmed him. He was exposed waist down, to a stranger in the woods, and yet what shocked him even more was the stranger gestured to his groin and they could both see that Robert was still fully erect. “You need to calm down, bud.” Adam grunted as his hand firmly stayed placed over Robert’s lips. “The only thing you’ve done wrong so far is ruin the Orchid’s that mark this area…what makes you think this spot is entirely for you?” Robert could feel the mature hand that had a lingering earthy scent loosen it’s grip but not fully release it’s captor to where he could talk. “I’m so sorry, I’ll never do this again. I didn’t mean to destroy the flowers, I just didn’t want to shock anyone else that might come here- The glow of Adam’s pipe increased as he took a puff before he removed his hand and blew a cloud in Robert’s face. The smoke overwhelmed the young man and he was prompted to try to cough but it just numbed his panicking senses in an anomalous way. He suddenly felt Adam’s other hand firmly grab the younger man’s shaft to let the combination of smoke and sensation fuse into Robert’s consciousness. “The only one that appears to be shocked is you bud. Need to figure out not to be so selfish and realize that the park is for everyone’s enjoyment.” Robert’s eyes gazed out as his head fell back onto the grass and he felt his cock start to leak in it’s massage. His heartbeat slowed to a more erotic beat as lust and curiosity started to seep into control over the shock and fear. But those still had a grasp initially as the young man suddenly tried to snap into reality. “No no, please, we shouldn’t. We could get caught-” Again the older gentleman took a puff from his pipe but this time fully kissing Robert and filling his lungs. Robert’s consciousness finally was void as the substances overwhelmed his sense of precaution and the young man started to kiss back. The smoke triggered endorphins and primal sensations almost with a numbing effect; urging Robert to enjoy this sudden bliss exclusively. Little did he know that these inhibitions, while entirely natural, were not at all common. Adam’s boldness grew vigorously malicious with intent. He grabbed Robert’s hand closest between them and brought it to his own groin, revealing that he’d had his shaft out his overalls the entire time and was surprised when Robert instead of stroking it leaned forward to enjoy a taste. An eager tongue slid under the shaft before lips enclosed it and a satisfying groan escaped the man’s throat. He succulently indulged in this primal urge and Adam got in a more comfortable stance letting go of Robert’s shaft as the young man slowly stroked himself. The groundskeeper grinned with ardent joy with Robert’s newly discovered desire as his cock firmed up fully in the young man’s mouth and started to secrete a natural but not quite ordinary fertile seed. Robert could taste the precum start to seep out of the stranger’s shaft and shudders erupted out of the young man as it tasted like sweet, earthy sap. He rolled his eyes, sucking more intensely to indulge in this taste and soon it encouraged a steady flow while his throat grew more accustomed to the length; passing deep into his throat but the exceptional seed had numbed his throat to avoid gag reflex. “Tastes pretty damn delicious doesn’t it, bud?” Adam chuckled and he could see the jogger falling into a heavier daze as he guzzled the hypnagogic jiz. Robert felt spontaneous shivers and trembles ripple throughout his body. He had even abandoned his own shaft with the sweet taste too good to resist fully enjoying it. The effects of which were starting to corrupt Robert’s sensations even further and without a second thought he would disregard any normal doubts. “I think you’d really get a thrill climbing my tree trunk huh bud?” The jogger sheepishly grinned, almost in a foggy state as the sap continued to numb his inhibitions and mental precautions. He slowly rolled over as Adam got up and sat on the ground, his fertile shaft fully stemming a strong erection high as tainted precum drooled a slick natural flow in what little starlight shined through the shrouded area. Without any second thought or hesitation, Robert mindlessly in a slight catatonic state straddled his new found fuck friend before impaling himself rather easily onto Adam’s shaft as if by instinct. The altered cum served well in copious amounts as a slick substance until the friction started to stick to the inside lining of the younger man’s ass. As he humped, Robert found it slightly difficult to fully pull off more and more so; initially displeased with a near dunce whine. It wasn’t long before Robert was cooing before shrieking a sharp gasp clutching the nearby ground. He felt Adam’s shaft grow thicker in girth at the base to seal his hole tight. Once the shaft had engorged in width it started to pulse and grow in length; snaking deeper within the jogger than any other man could possibly go. Drool slowly streamed past the catatonic lips with Robert almost fully under the numbing effects from Adam’s mutated pre-cum penetrating deep within him and the discharged substance spreading out before coating his insides and saturating the muscle tissues harshly and invasively. The tobacco pipe glowed deep red, eerily bringing detail to a devilish grin in the dark that normally would have creeped Robert into terror but any precautionary inhibition was absent with the toxins and viral strain pouring into his blood flow and starting to mutate his cells. “Hehe, got an eager sprout now don’t we?” Adam firmly grabbed onto the new converts waist as he focused the shaft to grow further to the most he could muster. He could feel his dick sliding ever further deep into the core of the young man’s body. He could feel his slick toxic precum coat the insides with an increasing fluid slickness that started to make him shudder. He had thought to just get off by encouraging a mutual jackoff with the frequent jogger. But when he saw Robert disrespecting nature’s growing abundance which was encouraging this act; he knew he had to inspire the miscreant to better understand the vegetation. How it encouraged him to be a bit frisky and transparent in exposure. How it celebrated in essence the bliss he was about to feel as Adam gasped; feeling his nuts pull up and start pumping toxic mutated cum down the length of his shaft. “Here’s your fuck seed up your cunt! Can’t wait to see what fruits you’ll help bear with other visitors!” Adam called out feeling his orgasm echo down his shaft and unloading into the young convert. He had wondered what the effects of his cum would be since he had suffered from a freak accident with an experimental fertilizer “donated” from a company close to the city board members. Despite his criticisms on how it was delivered, he found himself directly exposed and was hospitalized from the immediate toxic effects. But after recovering he started to notice a sensational “bond” with the plants in the woods….and it seemed to echo even moreso when he realized he’d run out of his HIV meds and his viral load increased through his system. “Ah well, What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I’m not likely to hear criticism out of you sprout.” Adam reflected looking up at his new convert. Robert looked down in a blissful state and grin, slowly his eyes turning green and casting a mirrored glow as his body succumbed quickly to the sensations of the mutated virus. Adam slowly rubbed the young man’s cheek, feeling his shaft slowly die down to where he could start to slip out. As he leaned forward, he kissed Robert deeply and felt a resembling tingle in tasting the saliva in his mouth before numbing but only briefly as he was immune of course. Robert stood up, toxic fertile cum dripping out of his hole in his easier going oaf state. He looked at the shorts he’d worn coming in and stood a bit dumbfounded wondering what he was supposed to do with them as they were tangled and practically ruined in the thorns that had snatched them. “Well, you took a long enough break jogging, if you catch up maybe you can run home quickly to avoid seeing another jogger this morning….or hopefully spot another jogger so they can try that hole out too. Just remember not to damage mother nature’s markers for these “discreet” areas to get fucked in your hunger for fun.” Robert didn’t look back at Adam as he simply started jogging back to the opening he’d come through earlier while it seemed to reactively part ways for him. Once again the glowing red embers reflected a mischievous grin on Adam’s face as he slowly rubbed his half hard cock. “Glad he takes to nature so fast!”

Never done a gloryhole in London. I find the idea of paying to enter a venue for gloryhole sex is a turnoff personally when the idea is to be truly anon, not just anon to the bottom. Much prefer bottoms to do blindfolded fuck and go door on latch for anon breeding. Especially the true take any loads cumdumps (willing to take fat, old, any race, poz etc).

Well on the outside world it would be "oh man that's [banned word] burn in hell eternae". Actually I was seeing a psychologist and he was a very good professional (he was my fourth shot). He didn't imply that I'm [banned word] (like the others) and he made me trust him. But beyond that.. he told me to step away from him and so I did, I changed town for a year. Then my bro thought I was angry wtih him and he was sad. I was sad. Then I had sex, I had boyfriends. But.. About what's driving me to thiis.. That was a year's sessions. We concluded that its basis is that we're twins, more close than we should be. He said it's not a sexual thing, but it's a desperate love that is so intense that it's looking for a way to release that's pressure and that could turn sexually or in any other way. So I'm really not looking for an advice "suck him and watch if he cums". But I just dont know.

Britladx Christmas breed I had a message from one of my regulars needing to dump a load in me. ‘I need your slutty hole to unload in’, was the message. This fit 30 year old has a boyfriend but enjoys a cheating breed every now and then. My job is to be available and willing to take his load when he needs it. As usual I was hooded, in the harness and jock and with my FUCK BOTTOM football socks on. He let himself in and quickly had his tongue in my hole for a good rimming. He licked, gobbled and slurped for ages before standing up to slide his solid throbbing dick into my wet cunt. He always love to watch and take his time. It suits me and am usually treated to some hot verbal abuse. ‘You dirty fucking whore’, ‘fucking dirty cumdump’ were 2 he used as he worked on my hole. He pushed me face down into the bed as he gave me some full on hard thrusts of that lush dick of his. I have no idea who is bf is but I love that I am being used rather than him to get off in. After a good fucking his tongue was back in my hole again, licking his own precum out. All the time he was wanking his dick. I could tell he was getting close, as he knelt behind me wanking with the tip inside me. It was incredibly horny knowing he’d used me totally to pleasure himself with. He pushed his way in as he groaned, ‘I need to dump this load in you’. And he did. I could feel him squirting his cum load into me, every last pumped drop! Wow, I had been totally used to get off in, a fucking perfect breed. He tagged me, BRITLADX CAME IN THIS DUMP’ and left, heading back to bf a whole load lighter!

I’ll post full details tomorrow, but was in Chicago for 5 days and took 12 loads. Was a great time!!!! Out of alL the apps Sniffies for the win!!!! Plus steamworks. And If the sexy black man with the beer can thick duck sees this wish we could breed everyday 🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷

Glory holes at Entourage in Las Vegas. Took 3 loads up my ass, 2 down my throat, and left 2 in a couple asses. Sucked the first guy for a little bit.. then turned around and he fucked me good. Probably one of the best gloryhole fucks I have had. He left a huge load that was dripping out of my ass and down my leg. He took his cock out and not even 15 seconds later another cock was deep in me. He didn't last long at all.

Took two anon loads last night. The first time me was with this slim tall and ripped Mexican guy I met at the gym. I kept checking him out the whole time and I finally talked to him when he came over to workout next to me. He wore a tie dye cut off who you could see his pics abs and cut no problem from the side and I just couldn’t stop staring. Told helm his body is fucking amazing and he said it gets better. I asked him what he meant and he just looked down at his sweats. I laughed and I bet it does and his girl is the luckiest chick in town. He grinned and said no girl around but I might get lucky. I told him to stop messing around and just teasing me. He said he’s not he hasn’t busted in two days and he would love to breed. I told him he can knock me up right now if he wanted. He said let’s go to the massage room and get lucky. He went first and then I followed we closed the door and he pulled his dick out and I started to suck him he got boned after a few min of deep thrusting his 10 inch dick. He said he’s about to ram me so keep quiet. Spat on his dick and on my ass while I laid on my back on the table. He got between my legs and pushed his dick in me sliding inch after inch inside me. Started fucking faster and faster adding more spit. He has pounding me and I was trying to keep quiet. I reached down to feel his hot sexy abs while he was balls deep digging me out. He told me he was going to cum and I told him to bust in me every last drop. She grabbed my shoulders and slammed his dick deep in me and began to shoot rope after rope in me I moaned as he moaned. I laid on the table as he got dressed and said catch u around slut. And left the room. I got dressed and left few min later. on my way back hole I stopped by Walmart and needed to piss. I walked into the bathroom there was a black leaning with his back to the wall by the stalls sagging pants black jacket durag and PSD boxers on with his hand on his bulge and he was on his phone. We made eye contact when I walked in and I took a second to check him out slim dude about 6’2. I went over to piss and he walked over and he asked if I was RawRider19 and I was like nah but I do love big raw dick in me. He said he’s been waiting for over an hour for that guy but seems like a no show . So I asked him to show me his abs and that dick and I might let him fuck. So he opens up his jacket had some slim ripped body on him and had a nice 9 dick too. We went to the handicap stall. I sucked that dick and let him fuck me bent over and then against the wall. He pumped my ass could definitely hear him clapping my cheeks. After some time he pulled me in on his dick and started busting inside me no warning or anything but I could feel his hot dick jumping inside me as he came. He let out a long soft moan and said that my pussy was so fucking wet it was perfect. Told him it was still full from the previous guy that bred me. He said it was fucking good and I’m a great slut. Told him his dick felt amazing and loved taking his seed. He walked out in a way better mood than he was when I walked in. I took two big load in me home that night and kept them in me all night.

Sounds excellent. Which rest stop?

I'm selective about who I rim and felch, but agree it is HOT and gets me rock hard every time. (Hole must look, smell, taste clean except for the cum) I actually crossed the line and fell in love with felching several years ago when Hubby and I went our separate ways for an evening of sexual fun with our favorite fuck buddies. We fucked with our respective pals (plus a couple of strangers for me!) from about 8 pm on Saturday night to well past midnight. About 3 am he texted to say he was heading home, just as my final bbc sperm donor of the night was leaving. Hubby came in and we discussed our evenings. I'd been fucked by 5 men, and was holding 8 loads in my ass. He had fucked 2 younger men and then bent over for one of them -- taking 2 loads himself (which was very unusual back then!) Super horny from imagining him taking dick and nut, I asked if I could taste his cummy hole in the rim chair -- he was 'IN' and I slid underneath to quickly see his ass puffy hole leaking drops of cum. I licked, then sucked and ate his delicious hole for a good while. When I ran out of cum he pushed more out and at the end I was fishing deeper with my finger to try and get as much as possible. I slid up under him aligning my hard dick with his open hole and he bounced up and down on my dick, fucking himself in the rim chair until I added his 3rd load of the night --which of course I tasted that and then he asked to switch it up. I knew I had a ton of cum in my hole, but he said he wanted it (another first!)-- I suggested he seal his lips on my hole and suck to keep it from spraying out all over his face (lol) -- which he agreed was a good idea -- wow did it feel naughty, hot and amazing -- he said it tasted like a cum milkshake and that he just needed to add some extra cream before we called it a night (and he did -- I slept with his cum inside me that night). Since then, I've met a handful of top men that love eating 'man pussy' and felching their own or stranger cum from my hole - it is the exception, not the rule, however (maybe 5%), but it is always hot when I encounter such a top unicorn! Lately, I've noticed an increase in men wanting flooded, lose holes before they will meet up -- unfortunately, so far, this has not led to an increase in ass eating for felching behavior... but fingers crossed!

the usual parks, carpark (open and over cars), beach (nude and non-nude). Crazier ones: boss's desk, brokendown lift, storecupboard, behind till (customers around), back of cinema/library, graveyard (daylight)

Part 14 I was sitting at the table the next morning as mom was finishing up breakfast. I watched her wondering if she had any clue about my dad fucking another woman. As I was pondering this, my dad walked into the kitchen and gave my mom a big smootch on the cheek. "Morning dear." He said as he patted her on the butt. "Morning hun." She replied, patting him on his cheek. My parents have always been affectionate to each other and seemed to have a strong marriage, so it confused me even more that my dad was cheating on her. But then like Colt pointed out, who the hell was I to judge? After all, I could still feel a slight ache in my ass from Colt fucking me. "Well look what our son has on his neck, Doris." Laughed my dad. "Get lucky this weekend sport? That's my boy!" I was mortified because I had completely forgotten about the massive hickey Colt had left on my neck. My hand went up to instinctively cover it. "Now Bill, you know I don't approve of that." Said my mom. "I think it's trashy." "Oh come on." My dad replied. "Boys will be boys." "Besides," continued my mom, "with as much time as he spends with Colt, I don't even see where he has time for girls." "Maybe they found a slutty cheerleader and double teamed her." Joked my dad. "Stop it right now!" My mom demanded. "I will not stand for this kind of talk! And you're embarrassing the boy. Look, he's blushing." "Oh come on. He knows I'm just joking, don't you son?" It was true. I was blushing. But not just from the conversation. The sex talk made me think about eating my dad's cum last night, and I was getting hard. "It's ok mom." I said as I wolfed down my food. "Dad's just teasing me. But I gotta shower before I'm late." I said as I jumped up from the table. I ran upstairs and turned the shower on before checking myself in the mirror. Damn, Colt had left a huge deep purple hickey. I thought about trying to cover it up with some of mom's makeup, but realized it would be a futile effort. I would just have to deal with it. I quickly showered and headed out the door. I saw Colt almost immediately at school. He was wearing one of his thermal tops that he wore when we went hunting. I have to admit, I loved seeing him in it. The white fabric clinged to his body and accentuated every one of his muscles. "Guess I'll have to wear these for a few days." He laughed. "Well, that's what you get for being such a nasty slut!" I whispered to him. "Yea, I guess so. See ya later." He waved as he ran off to first period. The rest of the week flew by with Colt and I hooking up as much as we could. We just couldn't get enough of each other. We even managed to find an unused supply closet where could fuck each other during school. And I'll tell ya, there is nothing quite like the feeling of sitting by Colt in Trig with a freshly fucked hole full of his cum. And we both had started wearing butt plugs to keep in each other's loads during class. I would casually gyrate my ass on my seat and feel it pushing against my prostate causing my dick to leak. Life was good. Friday night found us heading back into the city for one of Colt's shows. Unbeknownst to me, it was about to become my official debut. He had snuck our football gear into a duffle bag in the back of the truck. I didn't question what was in it as I assumed it was the sex toys we had purchased. We casually hit the pipe back and forth as we traveled down the highway and were already nicely spun when we arrived at Dante's and Carlos'. "I gotta surprise for you." Colt said as he tossed the bag on the bed. "Tonight, you're going to star in your first movie." "What the fuck Colt!" I asked, shocked. "I don't know man. I don't think I can do that." "Come on baby." He said, pulling me into him and kissing me, using his seductive, persuasive voice that he knew could get me to do anything he wanted. "Do it for me. Do it for your big daddy. It'll be so hot." "But what if someone finds out?" I asked with genuine concern. "No one will find out baby." He purred. "I promise. Do you think I would have done everything I have if I was worried about someone finding out? Now here, hit this." He said as he handed me the pipe. As I hit it, he unbuckled my pants and pushed them down. "Colt, I......." My voice trailed off as I was getting lost in the T and Colt's power over me. "Shhhhhh baby." He hushed me as he pulled my shirt over my head. In no time flat he had me completely naked. "Now baby, let's get you dressed up. My mind was in a fog of drugs and lust as Colt put on my football gear. The full uniform. Pads, cleats, jock, pants, helmet, the works. Then I sat on the bed as I watched Colt strip and gear up. "You guys ready?" Asked Carlos. "Yea, were ready." Answered Colt. "Then let's begin." Said Dante. "Oh man this is going to be hot!" Carlos started filming as I watched Colt tie off my arm, swab me, and stick the needle in. After he pushed the plunger and I layed back coughing, he did the same to himself. Then he slowly removed my helmet, then his own. He stared deeply into my eyes as he leaned in and started kissing me, tenderly. We made out for a few minutes before he slowly pushed me back and unlaced my pants. Fishing my hard cock out of my jockstrap, he began slowly sucking my cock. He licked it all over before eventually deep troating it. I groaned as he worked his magic on me. After sucking me for a while, Colt stood up and untied his pants, pulling out his big cock. "Let's see what kind of mouth you got, faggot." He growled as he grabbed the back of my head pulling me into him. I instinctively opened my mouth and took him in. "Oh yeah." He moaned. "Suck my cock you cocksucking fag." He ordered me. I lost myself in the moment and really went to town on his dick. "Oh yeah, straight football boy." Colt laughed. "You ain't no straight boy. Straight boys don't suck cock like that. You're a fucking queer!" "Yes sir." I mumbled with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Say it fag. Say your a cocksucking faggot queer!" He ordered me. Pulling me off of his cock by my hair, he shouted at me. "SAY IT!" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "I'm a cocksucking faggot queer!" "That's right you are!" He said as he spit on my face. Then he grabbed the back of my head again and rammed his huge dick all the way down my throat, holding me tight against his pubes until I ran out of air and started flailing my arms. Then he pulled out and I gasped for air as I spit up phlegm and it ran down my chin. He grabbed my hair and started to throat fuck me. And it wasn't a gentle throat fuck either, he was brutally slamming into me over and over as I choked and gagged. Eventually, he pulled himself from my throat, picked me up and threw me face down on the bed. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and smacked my bare ass a few times. "Let's see if your faggot pussy is as good as your cocksucking mouth!" He barked as he mounted me. He wrapped one of his python biceps around my neck, choking me. Then, with only spit covering his cock, he rammed it into me in one hard thrust. "Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!" I screamed as my eyes filled with tears. Even though I had taken his cock many times, this was different. This was straight up rape. Dante handed Colt a popper soaked rag which he held over my nose and mouth. Soon the chemicals started doing their job and my hole loosened up a bit. But that didn't slow Colt down at all. He fucked me as hard as he could as tears flowed from my eyes. "Say you like big cock up your faggot hole, bitch. Say you love having your pussy ass queer hole raped like a little bitch. SAY IT YOU STUPID CUNT!" He shouted. "Yes Sir." I sputtered through my tears as he continued to choke me. "I love having cock up my queer hole! I love having my pussy faggot hole raped by your big cock!" "Beg me to rape you harder, faggot! DO IT! Beg for my cum in your worthless cunt!" "Please Sir!" I begged through my tears and pain. "Please rape my worthless cunt harder! Cum in my ass Sir! Cum in my worthless faggot ass!" I don't know how it was possible, but Colt managed to rape me even harder! He pounded me over and over while I continued to sob. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colt began to huff and puff before announcing, "I'm cumming bitch! I'm cumming in your faggot queer ass!" With that he buried himself in me and held still. I could feel his cock swell and throb as he pumped his cum deep inside me. And to my shock and surprise, my own cock that only until now I realized had been hard the whole time, started shooting off, soaking my jock and the bed beneath me. Colt collapsed on my back as the last of his load slowly dribbled out of his cock and into my brutalized hole. He rolled off me, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, let's not let the bitch get comfortable, get up here Carlos!" He instructed the Mexican. "Let's get this cunt naked!" They stripped me of my uniform and laughed when they discovered I had shot my load from my raping. And the next thing I knew, Carlos had me on my hands and knees and he was ramming his fat Mexican cock into me. I started to moan as his was fuck wasn't as brutal as Colt's and was much more pleasurable. Colt just smiled as he patted me on the head like a dog. "That's a good boy." He praised me. "That's a good little faggot slut." I felt a deep sense of pride that I was making Colt happy. After Carlos had added his load into me, Dante moved in. I watched as he coated his dick in a coating of crystals. I anticipated the oncoming feeling of the burn with a mixture of fear and longing. My pussy was aching, but I somehow wanted it to ache more. And I wasn't disappointed. Dante sunk his big black snake into me and I hissed and moaned as my body shook from the intense burn. I instantly wrapped my arms and legs around Dante and started begging him to fuck me. "Fuck me stud! Fuck my slutty faggot pussy!" I begged him. "Give it to me. I'm a faggot bitch hole to use and fuck! Oh God, FUCK ME!" Dante started fucking me deep and hard, and I just begged for more. "I'm tired of listening to this faggots mouth." I heard Colt say as he climbed by my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, causing my mouth to fall open. He had a straight shot right down my throat, and he took full advantage of it, burying his bone all the way down my gullet. He wrapped his hands around my throat so he could feel his big cock stretch my throat out and stroke his cock at the same time. After Dante shot his load deep inside me to join the other two, Colt returned to my ass, giving me another brutal fuck. By the end of the night I had taken 6 loads in my hungry pussy. The final shot for the camera was a close up of my red, ravaged hole as I pushed my rosebud out and it dripped cum. We decided to spend the night at Dante's and Carlos' that night in the spare room. We were still wired and horny as Colt climbed between my legs. "I got one more in me baby. Come on, let daddy in." I didn't even try to refuse as I spread my legs. This time, Colt was gentle and loving and he made love to me. "I'm so proud of you baby." He moaned into my ear as he sawed in and out of my pussy. "You did so good tonight. You made daddy very happy. Daddy loves his slutty little meth whore. I love you so much." "I love you too daddy. I always want to please you. I always want to make you happy." "You do baby, you do." He moaned as he started cumming in me. Of course, my own cock shot off at the same time.

Ok friends, fans, and fellow sick fucks. Here, finally, is the next two chapters. I locked up my cock, plugged up my hole with the vibrating one and said no release till they were done. What I really need is a strict dominant Top to keep me on line! Punish me if I don't, and reward me with a nice cock (or two or three) breeding me when I finish one. Hey, we all need incentive! So enjoy! I'm off to blow a well deserved load! Hope you all do too! Part 8 Earl and John had big smiles on their faces as they approached the bed. They started feeling up Colt's big sweaty muscle body. Their hands roamed every inch of him, from his bull like shoulders and massive biceps to his flat pecs and defined 8 pack abs. Colt just moaned and writhed as the men worshiped his teenage jock body and pinched his hard, pink nips. "He flying?" John asked me. "Like a kite!" I grinned as I sat in a chair and watched the men enjoy my whores hot bod. "Niiiiice." He said as they rolled Colt over. "God DAMN look at that glorious ass!" He exclaimed as Colt instinctively arched his back and thrust his big round white ass into the air like a well trained hungry slut. "I'm gonna love tearing that up!" "It's all yours!" I groaned as I stroked my hard cock. "Don't show the whore any mercy!" "Music to my ears!" Earl groaned as he and John started rummaging through our newly purchased items. Soon they had Colt tied face down with a ball gag in his mouth, arms stretched wide, and his legs hanging off the end of the bed with his ankles spread wide and tied. They had put his cowboy boots back on him as well as his bandana and plopped his black hat on top of his sweaty brown curls. "That's what I like to see." Earl grinned. "A hot, helpless cowboy ready for abuse!" And FUCK did he look hot! Precum dripped down my cock as I took pics of my studly cowboy whore. Then John pulled out the fat plug from Colt's hole. I walked around so I could see his gaping pussy. And boy did it gape! It was a bright red rosebud and cum was leaking out of it. John knelt down and licked up the cum that was running over Colt's balls. Then he planted his mouth on the open hole and voraciously ate out Colt's cum tunnel. Colt moaned and writhed as John sucked out as much cum as he could. As he was doing this, Earl pulled out the electro box we purchased, at his advice, as well as a large metal plug and a urethral sound. After coating the sound with a lubricant, he pulled a still feeding John off of Colt's hole and inserted the 10 inch flexible sound right into Colt's piss hole of his still caged cock. Colt let out a long groan as he experienced this new sensation of his prostate being probed from the inside. Then Earl took the crystal coated plug and shoved it into the open hole before him eliciting whines from Colt as his sensitive tissues burned anew. Just as Earl finished hooking up the box, there was another knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw four men, all dressed in full leather. I recognized Tony, and let them in. Tony introduce me to his partner Lance, an older guy, skinny and hairy like Tony, and their friends, Lee and Al. They were the youngest of the group, probably in their 30's, and both were heavy set guys with lots of tattoos. "Just in time boys." Announced Earl. "The fun is just about to start!" All six men pulled out cigars and lit them up as Earl started manipulating the buttons on the box. I stroked my cock as I watched Colt's body as he began to twitch and jerk while Earl administered various shock and jolts. Colt moaned and groaned while his cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. Then Al pulled Colt's big leather belt out of his shorts and brought down a hard, solid strike right across Colt's rock hard ass as Earl delivered a powerful jolt to his cock and ass at the same time. Colt screamed into the gag as his entire body went ridged and his eyes bugged out. Fresh sweat broke out all over his body as every muscle on his body trembled from the electric shock coursing through him. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, Earl dialed it down and Colt's body collapsed as he panted heavily. Two of the men blew cigar smoke into his face while they all laughed and rubbed his wet body. Colt looked at me through his tear stained, fucked up eyes, but I just smiled as I held some poppers under his nose. Then Earl began the light manipulation again and soon Colt was moaning as his cock continued to leak. Then Al raised the belt and struck Colt across his shoulders as hard as he could as Earl hit the box heavy again. More gagged screams came from Colt's mouth as every muscle again went taught and pulled on his bonds. This time Earl held it for a couple of seconds longer before powering down again, causing Colt to collapse and breath hard as more cigar smoke was blown into his face. This went on for a solid hour with Earl increasing the time on the powerful jolts longer and longer until they reached about 20 seconds which must have seemed like an eternity to poor Colt. Finally, after Colt's back and ass were covered with angry red welts, John took a vibrator and started rubbing the head of Colt's cock through the cage while Earl worked his magic with the electro box. Two of the guys reached under his chest and started twisting and pinching his nips. In no time at all, Colt moans turned to whines as he undulated his ass and John increased the vibrations on his cockhead. In just a matter of minutes, Colt was yelling into the gag as tears flowed out of his eyes. Then, his caged cock erupted in a huge explosion of watery cum. Colt sobbed into the gag as more and more cum flowed out of him. The men just laughed and cheered as the teenage cowboy experienced an orgasm that was more painful than pleasurable. Colt continued to sob as the last of his clear cum leaked out of his aching dick. I was so turned on by his torment that I couldn't help myself. I ripped the plug out of his ass and rammed my hard cock into him. I had never felt Colt's ass to be so hot and loose. It felt like it was on fire and my dick could barely feel his anal walls. I unloaded into him instantly, pumping my big load into his mushy guts as his sobs continued. I don't know what was hotter, his wrecked out cunt, or the fact that this big bad stud was crying as I came in him. The men untied him, and he didn't even move. Then they rolled him over and pushed his big legs back. They wrapped his elbows under his knees and attached his wrist restraints together so his ass was splayed open and defenseless. My fresh load of cum oozed out of him and Earl just scooped it up and pushed it back inside him before shoving a huge shard of T into the hole beneath him and slamming his big cock into my man. I sat back and hit the pipe as I watched all six men take their turns on Colt's cumdump hole. I watched as all six men, strangers, deposit their seed into the teenage cowboy whore beneath them. And I smiled, knowing this was where Colt belonged.

It was pretty good before I got pozzed. I was two years into a homosexual affair. Life was good in my double life. My wife did not know I was having a homosexual affair with a friend from work. We were both chasing and knew the risks. My boyfriend fucked me at a holiday party and soon after that I got sick and I started my seroconversion . He was sick a few weeks before the party. We both seroconverted for the holidays. Life changed then and there. My marriage ended with divorce for cheating on her with men. I now have to come out as a gay male to friends and family. Both were hard to do. Friends would ask how long have you been gay. I didn’t know you were gay all this time. Do you like being gay now. Are you afraid of catching HIV or AIDS since you are gay now. I told them I’ve been gay for two years now, yes I’ve been gay all this time. Yes I love being gay now. No I’m not afraid of catching HIV or AIDS , because I have HIV now from my boyfriend. We both have HIV , he got it and gave it to me. It went back to pretty good. When I came out as gay!

Hop in the Delorean, folks, we're going back in time...... Chapter three - Sam & Roger, Part 1 It was a beautiful sunny Saturday. I had a weekend entirely free, no plans at all this weekend, so was looking forward to getting my slut game on and getting as much cock and loads as I could over the weekend. I mean, why not, right? Indulgence itself is the most powerful drug. Not just in sex or drugs, either. Any high. Even a Bacon cheeseburger or a new pair of shoes. Buying that vinyl album you've wanted for a while, or a flash car. Fuck, even a bag of marshmallows. Etcetera, etcetera.... Cool. Watch the porn, smoke the pot, wear the nice cologne. Indulge. Now. You only live once. This has been my life for a while, actually. I'm a fuckin' rock star. A movie god. Total celeb. Party animal, a fuckin' RIOT. I have had the occasional relationship and more domestic/vanilla lifestyle brush me by at different times, but no longer than maybe 10-11 months at a time. It usually gets to a breaking point sooner or later. I don't think monogamy is really my bag, nor the house and white picket fence thing. I'd rather travel around, trying out all the different sights, sounds, flavors etc. So, after my breakfast and a good strong coffee, I douched and showered, had a quick shave etc... checked myself out in the mirror 😉.... heh..... and set out on my way to the sauna to begin my crusing binge. On arrival, went to the gloryholes they have there and just waited for someone to shove their cock through from the other side. I sucked off a couple of guys and decided to head to the area where the private rooms were and cruise the halls. I love sucking cock, but I needed to get fucked and loaded. Badly. I hooked up with a cute Asian guy, he was a pretty good kisser, and we got right into some nipple play, then I bent over on the bed and he rimmed me for a while. God, his tongue was just fuckin magic. Got me nice and warmed up, and I was moaning gently, begging him to fuck me. He shoved in raw, pretty much straight away, all the way in, balls deep, and kind of knocked the air out of me at first. He had a nice sized cock as well, about 6 x 5 inches, and was uncut with a fairly loose foreskin. As he didn't really worry about lube, he was sporadically slowing down and pulling out, mid-stroke spitting on my hole and his shaft to add a bit of moisture, but I could also feel the foreskin moving in my chute. It gave me a kind of goosebump/pleasurable shudder feeling. He asked if I wanted him to pull out to come, and I began to beg him for his load inside me, repeating over and over "Oh, God, please cum in me, baby.... breed me..... please breed my fuckin ass".... He quickened his pace after about 10 minutes, while we were fuckin doggy style, and also got more and more forceful, which felt amazing. I couldn't help myself "fuck yeah, fuck me hard, wreck my hole, baby". He seemed to tense up all of a sudden, and just kind of froze, then I felt his orgasm, his throbbing cock inside me twitching around violently and his cock spewed a nice load up my guts, coating my fudge tunnel. I could feel his body rock and spasm with the force of his orgasm, too, and it turned me on like crazy, knowing I had helped him have such an intense orgasm. Feeling temporarily sated, I headed to the showers, then went to the steam room for a few minutes to chill out, then hopped in the spa bath they had there. Then this absolute GOD of a man walked past me, and turned his head just slightly towards me, making eye contact for a brief moment and giving me the slightest smile and a little wink. Fuuuuuuuck he was super confident, and so sexy. My cock throbbed at the attention. I'm sure I blushed slightly, too, the slightest hot flash coming over me. Holy. Fuck. I haven't felt THIS horny just from a guy giving me a look in a while. I quickly got out of the tub, I had to track this guy down in the place, before someone else stole my chance..... I headed back towards the main lounge and looked around. No sign of him. Ok. Check the steam room. Empty. Fuck. Next, the gloryholes and maze. A few guys lingering about and in different stages of play, but he wasn't there either. Damn. Have I missed out? My heart started sinking slightly, but I wasn't gonna give up just yet. Went to the lockers. Not there. Went to the corridors between the rooms. No sign. I was getting desperate now. Last possible place. Darkroom at the back. Surely. SURELY. Please...... I crossed my fingers, and made my way over.

Love getting sucked with guys watching. Was a real buzz at a porn cinema, group of guys stood around watching, wanking their cocks while a slut was on his knees and with my cock deep in his throat. Knowing more eyes or on the real action instead of the porn playing on screen. Leaving slut boy with a face full of cum and all the wankers wanting to taste it while i do up my jeans and leave.

My first time at 18 was bb and did it for a couple of years. Then had a long break from man to man fun. When I started again, I played safe but it didn’t feel good so tried bb and not going back to condoms. Bare feels so much better.

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

Part 4 “Well boy, looks like it’s me and you now.” I feel Hambone’s boot kick me in the side hard enough to knock me over, and my hat off my head. “I need my boots cleaned boy.” As I’m laying there, in the puddle of piss, I look up at him “Fuck you!” “Now that’s not friendly of you, and here I thought we’d be friends.” He kicks me again. I see Jack getting out of his chair, and approach us smiling. “He giving you lip?” “Nothing I can’t handle.” Hambone replies. “We’ll let the boots go for now but you will be begging me to clean them before I’m done with you.” He grins, I see the tobacco stains on his teeth, and I’m sure he has a wad in his mouth, the others are laughing around us. “Still has some fight in him after all.” one of them says. “Not for long” Hambone says as he reaches down grabs me by the ear and pulls me to my knees. OH that fucking hurts so bad, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, so I bite my lip to keep from yelling. “Well” he says. When I don’t respond he grabs my head with both hands and jerks it upward. “Time to suck my cock what you waiting for?” I open my mouth, and he jabs two fingers in my mouth with one hand, while holding my head back with the other. “Don’t you dare bite.” He says. “Think your mouth is going to need a little stretching before I can fit” he puts 2 more fingers in my mouth and opens his hand stretching my mouth till I think its going to tear I want to scream, but find I can’t, and I feel like gagging. He pulls his hand out of my mouth and backhands me. I feel the blood trickling down my nose, and taste it in my mouth. “You don’t back talk to me again, understand?” I murmur “Yes, boss” Good, now open your mouth wide and keep your eyes looking at me. Hold it open till I say you can close it.” I do as he says. He spits in my mouth. It stings the open wounds inside my mouth, and I taste snuff, and beer. It’s an odd flavor to me, another man’s spit, I’ve shared mine before with guys, but never them me. He takes out a can of Copenhagen, “Do you dip boy?” I nod yes. “Good” , he pulls his wad out of his mouth and puts it between my lips and gum with his fingers. Then puts a fresh wad in his mouth. I feel like I’m going to choke and vomit at the same time as the juice runs down the back of my throat. The snuff makes me a bit light-headed. “Now suck my cock.” I start by licking the head, “I want it sucked not licked“, and he pulls my head onto his cock. He keeps pulling as it forces my mouth to stretch, it hurts so much, I feel tears running down my cheeks. “Oh, yeah, I love the way that feels, now a little more.” “AH!” It’s everything I can do to keep from throwing up. My head is spinning. I realize it’s only the head in my mouth as he slowly uses me. I hear Jack “WOW.” Through the tears in my eyes, I can see him standing there pulling his own hard cock. I hear the moans from Hambone, and think to myself, I know how that feels myself. He pulls out. “Oh, that was, I almost came, but wouldn’t want to deprive you of ridding on this bone.” “You can close your mouth now.” “Now stand, and turn around.” he commands me. It’s not easy, I stumble some, and Jack catches me. He makes sure I turn around to face him. I realize he’s handing something to Hambone, but can’t see “You’ll fucking love this” Hambone says, and I feel fingers at my hole, pushing in. Jack, holds me from front as I lift trying to get my ass away from the probing fingers. I feel them go in. “Oh, fuck” I say as he moves them in and pulls them completely out then shoves them back in again. My hole is burning, and the fingers make it feel so full. Between the snuff and whatever Hambone’s doing to me, I’m losing my sense of control over my own body, so I close my eyes to concentrate. In only a few short minutes of his fingers stuffing me, I find the pain is subsiding, and I’m trying hard not to moan. But my breathing is short and deep. “I think he’s ready” I hear Jack say, as he pushes my arms over my back. Hambone laughs. “You Ready for my cock boy?” “Yeah, you want it don’t you?” I feel a slap on my ass, “Do you want it?” As the fingers come out of my hole again, I answer him, “yes boss.” I feel him grab my arms and tie something around my wrists. Jack holds my jaw tightly, and makes me look at his face, and into his green eyes. “I think you should ask him for it nicely, don’t you?” “Well?” I feel another slap on my ass, and Hambone’s cock just rubbing against my hole. “Tell him how badly you want it boy.” Jack says as he tightens his grip making it even hard to actually speak. “Please fuck me Hambone.” I say. “ Why should I?” he asks. “you spurned me a few minutes ago, all I wanted was my boots licked.” He’s still rubbing my hole, teasing me ,it feels so good. “What will you do for me?” Hambone asks. “Please fuck me, I’ll do anything you want, please.” I can’t believe I said that. “Even lick my boots clean?” “Yes boss, yes, even that, just please fuck me now.” I feel the head start to slide in It hurts. “Please stop Please no more“, I beg. “Just like a bitch can’t make up their mind.” Hambone says, as he rams the hole length into my ass. I feel like I’m splitting, and going to pass out. “See that’s not so bad is it” as he starts rocking slowly, not giving me time to catch my breath or adjust to the sensations going thru my body. He picks up speed, as Jack holds me for him to pull out and ram it in again, and again. I feel his balls slapping against mine. Jacks own cock is still jutting out of his pants so I bend down and try to suck it to distract myself. It doesn’t work. I’m panting like a dog. I hear Jack, “ Just like a dog in heat, Fuck he wants more of my cock too.”, as he pushes my head back onto his cock. He makes me suck it. In a few minutes the pain gives way, and I start moaning. He stops and pulls out. My hole is quivering it’s so empty without his cock inside me. Jack lets me off of his cock. “Bring him over here.” I hear Hambone say. I look and he’s on the couch pulling his boots off, he has my hat. Jack holds me by my tied arms, tightly and brings me to the couch. Hambone has his pants off, he puts my hat back on my head, and pulls his shirt over his head. He’s naked. He has a decent body, many tattoos, and several scars. His chest is hairy. He lays down on the coffee table. “I want to watch him ride“. He says “Mount up cowboy.” “Lets see you make the 8 seconds.” He snickers Jack helps me get my legs over the table, and positions me over Hambone’s huge cock. The other guys circle around us to watch. They are passing another joint around. I see Magnum still using his camera. I lower myself slowly, just bending my knees enough. “Yeah, impale yourself on that thing for us.” I hear George say. Magnum moves so he can watch over Hambones head as I slowly take the whole cock in my ass. I feel so ashamed of myself, but I do want him back in me, I crave it. I feel a sting as his cock re-enters my hole. I keep going down on it, until I can’t go any further. I push myself back up. “FUCK!” He exclaims. “No woman ever took that much of me.” “Keep going bitch.” I have to arch my back to keep my balance as I go back down. Hambone hits my chest real hard with his fist. “Yeah, you like that cock don’t you Bitch.” “Tearing your own pussy up on my dick for me.” I hear Bill, “Look at how hard he is, definitely likes it.” “Fuck yourself on my pole dude, yeah do it.” Show me that you want it.” Hambone says. He grabs my hips, and starts thrusting deep inside of me. “I’m going to make you mine Bitch.” “Going to plant my seed in your ass.” As his thrusts get harder into me. I feel my own cock betraying me, I get that feeling deep in my balls. And I shoot my load all over his chest, and face. But he keeps going. I am trembling , I can’t hardly stand it. My moans are getting louder. AH SHIT! HERE IT COMES BOY!” and I feel his cock erupt it’s hot load deep within my bowels. He stays hard for a little while longer, just pumping in and out. Until finally he slides out of my hole. I feel his cum running down the side of my legs. Jack unties my hands and helps me off, and onto the floor. I feel so dirty and just kind of curl up in a ball beside the couch. The last thing I hear before I shut down, is Hambone, “Someone throw me a towel, so I can wipe the blood off.” I’m no longer aware of what’s going on around me. It’s not until I hear Magnum telling the other guys, he’ll take care of me, they can leave that I start coming back to the world. It’s daylight outside. Before I realize it he’s sitting there beside me. “You ok there?” What a damn fool question to ask, I think to myself. “I need to get you in the shower.” I feel him lifting me up and walking me but am numb to it, like I’m not really even there. “You’re one of us now.” “I know you hate me at the moment.” he says. He doesn’t know hate, when I recover I’m going to kill each of them in the most gruesome way, I think to myself, maybe skin them like a deer. “And no you aren’t going to kill me. We both know that.” “By the way, I dumped the bitch, and yes I am bi.” I’m barely aware he is talking to me. “If it weren’t for you I would have never known nobody liked her.” What do I care, I think. As he sits me in the shower and turns on the water. I suddenly realize he’s getting undressed. He does have a fine body. “That video will definitely sell, it was such a great idea.” He’s standing there facing me naked. “And of course we’ll blot the faces out, so you don’t have to worry about that. Is he some kind of nut I think to myself. “I have a confession to make.” he says lifting me back up when he gets in the shower with me. “ I did know about you being a guard.” “I know tonight didn’t go exactly like expected, but…” I interrupt in a whisper as I lean against the wall and he starts soaping down my body, “expected?” Well when I first met you I liked you, then when I saw you friended the bar, I checked you out online.” Checked me out, I think, not wanting to speak for the pain in my mouth and jaw. As I feel his hand soaping off my cock, and balls. It’s making me hard. “Let’s turn you around.” I see blood running down the drain mixed with the soap. I am starting to feel the stinging of my body as I turn slowly and the soap hit’s the abrasions on my skin. He soaps up my ass, “Ouch” I yell. “Sorry, but they really tore you up good.” “I probably should have stopped it, but then.” “Should have stopped it, yes” I say in a hushed tone. I feel his hands on my back, he’s being so gentle. The feeling of his hands caressing up and down my bruised and battered body is sending a mix of pleasure and pain throughout me. I can’t concentrate on being coherent. “I check everyone out as well as possible before we invite them to join.” The statement just barely registers from how good he’s making me feel. I‘m almost able to forget the pain, almost.. “And you are right everything is archived online.” “What?” I respond, through the pain in my mouth, not sure I heard him right the first time. “That was some hot story.” he says. “ Story?” I manage to say. “Yeah the one you wrote.” “I figured it was really a fantasy for you, especially when you bought me the beer tonight and used those exact words.” “my story?” “my story” , I whisper to myself. As he rinses me off. I feel the spray of the water, It’s funny how water can make pain go away sometimes. He helps me out of the shower. I notice we are both hard. Magnum grabs a towel and starts drying my body off, he says “I want you to know, I am going to be your sponsor for the next four months.” “my story.” I whisper again to myself, not yet grasping the words. “Nobody but us here tonight know what happened.” “But, I’ll have to explain the,” “shh” he says as he reaches my cock, he takes it in his mouth and sucks it. “AHHHH” “You already did.” he says. “It was a great idea too. Especially considering honesty is one of your faults.” He snickers. “I already posted that you had a couple of bad spills last night trying to ride., like you wrote in the story.” He helps me to his bed. I’m walking a bit bow legged, and every step is a reminder of the state of my body. I lay down on the bed on my back. “I even put in the part about you staying with me for a few days while you recovered. Which you will need from what we gave you anyway.” He climbs up between my legs and starts sucking my cock. Damn that feels so good, I think. I try to move to put my hand on his head, but am just so worn out, I lay there, breathing . He works his way up my body, kissing the bruises, and to my mouth ,and speaks “ So I thought..” This time I do raise my hand and grab the back of his head. “Shut up” I say as I pull his mouth to mine and we kiss. He pulls back up and laughs, then straddles my chest, and puts his cock to my mouth teasing me. I lift my head enough to suck it. Magnum reaches back, “Damn, you are so hard.” He says as he plays with my cock. He pulls his out of my mouth and aligns his hole with my cock, with his back facing me. I watch as my cock disappears up his hole. I feel how hot his insides are, his ass is so tight, and cute. He has a tattoo running up his back, but I really am more enthralled watching my cock as it disappears inside him. He start moving up and down on me, it only takes him a few strokes before I shoot my load in him. Damn, I’ve never cum so soon before. We roll over with my hard cock still planted inside his hole. I drift off to sleep with my arms wrapped around him holding him close to me.