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Last Friday. I had met this guy at a gay dinner party only recently. Older bottom like me. We talked about getting dick when getting older. He said he solved it by organizing "Fuck your Daddy" parties. Said he got plenty of dick that way. Invited me to one. First one was fucking hot. Three bottoms including me. Got plenty of dick (and loads). Last Friday was the second one (for me). Him and me. Another bottom who was suppsed to be there called just before the party started to say he couldn't make it. Fucking hell! It was like so many guys needed to blow a load before Christmas! It was a coming and going of guys. Some just fucked and dumped their load and left, others stayed and hung around to fuck both of us several times before picking one to shoot in. Some fucked only for a few minutes, others took their time nailing me really long. Two+ hours and I had a cock thrusting in my hole most of the time. A few short breaks to have a drink and recover. Lost count of how many men pumped a load in. I know I was leaking a massive amount of cum when the last one left. Fuck!! I have been to sex parties before but not a pump and dump event like this one (except the first one that is). Can't wait for the next one! One younger guy who I had seen the first party was there again. He had really drilled my ass then and had asked for my phone number but never called. Said he would call me. Doubts, but will see.

The moment is now at hand. The body of a young, healthy, and unspoiled body is laying upon the black alter of his Ebony Dominator awaiting his 'sacrifice' to the dark god of sexual pleasure. The Daddy is poised, his Coal Black Breeding tool dribbles its infected seminal fluids against the untainted hole. As he leans forward, The Daddy readies himself and savors this final moment. "Any last words before we begin boy?" There is silence for a moment, and the boy finally speaks. "Please, fuck me daddy, end my life so I can begin a new one." At this, The Daddy swells with pride and knows the boy is truly starting to accept his role and the truth of the act that is about to begin. "So be it, Your life will end tonight, and begin anew." With that, he pushes forward and begins. His contaminated Cock pushes slowly, but unceasingly forward. He does not simply thrust or pound in all at once, but presses with a slow but unyielding force. The boy whimpers and struggles briefly, but The Daddy will not be denied. The Phallus of The Daddy continues its penetration, inch upon tainted inch until at last it is hilted deep within its new home. The Daddy and boy gasp together in delight at the feeling of unification. "I am inside you boy, my member is where it should be, where it will always be, open your body and mind and the ritual will begin." At this, The Daddy pushed forward a final time, before slowly pulling back out, waiting until just the head was inside, and pushing back in yet again. Each time he did so, he noticed the small traces of crimson upon his blackened breeding tool, and was pleased. With each stroke in and out, the speed and thrusts increased. After a few minutes of gentle movements, The Daddy began to fuck deeper and deeper, his long, tainted coal black cock now pistining in and out like a machine. “Good boy, do you like that big raw cock in your new pussy?” The boy nodded and moaned, caught up into the lust of the moment as The Daddy pressed the poopers to his nose and waited for him to breathe deeply yet again. “You are making me very happy boy, my anointed raw cock is going to fuck your ass and transform it from a simple hole, into a womb that shall give birth to my progeny, my seed, the strain that i have carried. Is that what you truly want, boy? Do you want me to turn your ass into a womb for me ? A home for my Seed, my DNA, my viral infused babies knowing what it will do to you?” The Daddy said, doing all that he could to hold off the final moment. “Fuck yes, yes Daddy I do!” was all the boy could get out, so lost in the heat of the moment. “Good boy, Good boy, relax and let it happen. Let this anointed cock spread to you the gift of my loins! Know that you are going to be Impregnated with the gift of my loins, my Unholy Seed, my Tainted Load, Relax and accept becoming full of my infection to be forever changed!" The Daddy says as he puts his hand on the boy's belly and pushes down. "I can feel it boy, I can feel my big raw cock inside of you boy. This is where it's going to put its DEMON SEED, deep in your ass and make it into a fertile womb for my seed, my Essence to grow and mature with my babies.” The boy could feel it deep in his guts as his head was spinning and his heart was pounding in his ears. For so much of the night, he had been taken along with the talk of sex, and power, and 'essence' and sexual rituals. But now as the fucking actually began, he started to feel it was more than just some intense fantasy Role Play. He could indeed feel the change happening. That his hole was getting fucked into something else, something new. Deep inside, he knew that was what he had always wanted. To submit totally and utterly to another, to give up the life he had to be fucked and used and knocked up by a big black cock. To receive its poisonous venom, to be injected with lethal cum and be permanently impregnated with The Daddies virus infected progeny. The pounding into his guts, his prostate, with each moment it grew more intense until he at last felt something burst deep inside. The boy, with a whimpering cry, came unexpectedly, his pure healthy semen spurting across his chest and belly. His cock untouched as his hands locked around the form of The Daddy, the rhythmic muscle spasms of the boys hole enough to push another lesser man into orgasm as well, but The Daddy held his ground. The intensity of the orgasm for the Boy actually hurt as his muscles continued to contract painfully around the cock buried inside his hole. "That's it boy, let it out, and let me in. Know this is a sign of the unification as my essence fills you, my soul corrupts yours, you must expel out your untainted and unworthy semen. Give praise to His Seed, His will, expel all that is you and continue your path to transformation." The Daddy says as he slowed his plunging jabs, able to forestall his own orgasm and prolong his pleasure. He relaxed, letting the convulsive shivers pass, letting the boy's body slump in after-climax exhaustion, before pushing back in and continuing on towards his goal. The boy tried to respond, but felt words could no longer form as he just grunted with the zenith of each deep thrust, feeling it in his belly, knowing if he pressed his own hands hard enough against his stomach, he would surely feel the outline of his new Master’s cock. the thought made his still leaking cock twitch. 'His Master'. The brutal pounding cadence of his new Master continued unabated. The boy felt used, sore, exhausted, but he knew The Daddy was not yet satiated. His fuck would not end untill that moment of transformation and impregnation had taken place. As he fucked the boy, each time he was close to cumming and unleashing his unholy seed, he stopped and would slow down building up the tension again. Years of breeding and passing on his gift had taught him the arts to fucking, breeding, and making the heights of desire last for as logn as he wished it. As he continued, the Boy continued to feel his mind lose itself in the pleasure of the moment, all he could think of was the Daddies ball sack full of hot thick and toxic cum, how rich and concentrated the Daddies potent and poisoned seeds must be. The boy felt as though he were in a trance, his mind losing itself with each passing moment to the growing unification between them. Long before The Daddy would orgasm and infect the boy's physical body, he would have spread his Essence and infected the boy's mind and Soul.

Part 12: New Store I arranged to fuck and suck a few strangers after school on Tuesday and Wednesday. In total over those those two days I swallowed two loads and got filled with three. I liked getting fucked from behind even more than before because everyone who fucked me got a nice view of my ANAL SLUT tattoo. On Wednesday the top I met, a guy who said he always used a condom, saw the Raw Only part and immediately removed his rubber. I loved that he didn't have to ask permission to fill me with his cum. On Thursday I only managed to arrange to meet with one guy for car head. He came in my mouth after only a few minutes. I swallowed his load and found myself left with nothing to do for the next few hours. I got a bottle of soda from a vending machine and decided to go for a walk down the road. The main drag in my hometown was State St and it was mostly a bunch of box stores, strip malls, and chain restaurants. As I was walking in front of one of the storefronts I dropped my soda bottle. I picked it up and continued walking, thinking nothing of it. A few minutes later I was surprised by a voice from behind me. "How you doing kid?" I spun around and noticed a trio of men were walking behind me. "Im alright" I replied meekly. "In a rush?" the guy on the left asked. "Not at the moment" I said. The middle guy explained "We're setting a new store at this mall, works done for the day but we were gonna stick around and have a few beers before we call it a day." "Care to join?" asked the final member of the group. "I guess I could" I replied. I joined the group and followed them into an empty storefront. The windows were covered in a plastic tint that darkened the empty sales floor. The place was clearly in the middle of a renovation. The floors were bare and construction supplies were all around. None of the light fixtures seemed to be working but it was fairly well lit with a series of shop lights that were set up around the space. The guys sat down in one of the more clear areas and I joined them, sitting down on stack of boxes that appear to contain the large tiles that were going to be installed on the floor. One of the guys opened a cooler and started passing the beers around. I took my beer and had a few drinks while the guys joked amongst themselves. The focus of the conversation quickly turned to me. "You do this alot?" one of the workers asked me. "Not really, this is a first for me." "Well, we saw your tattoo and thought following random strangers into a secluded room might be something you're into." "It is" I replied, "it just not something that's happened to me a lot." "Well, stand up and let us have a closed look." I stood up, turned around and pulled up the bavk of my shirt. One of the guys pointed a shop light at me and moved in for a closer look. He pushed me down slightly to get a better look and read. "Anal slut, raw only" The guys all laughed at me. I didn't know any of these men and I was kind of afraid. For all I knew, they could've been a group of homophobes who wanted to rough me up. I relaxed a little when the guy who had read the tattoo backed away and sat down. When I turned around and the three of them were just sitting around drinking their beers. I sat back down a continued to drink my beer while the workers made a few homephobic jokes. Most of their remarks were directed at each other rather than me. As soon I finished my beer, another was headed to me, already open. I sat there quietly, focusing on my beer. Around the time it was about halfway done, one of the guys stood up and walked over to me. He unzipped is pants and pulled his cock out. His uncircumcised cock was semi-errect and I could see his thick bushy public hair at the opening. It didn't stink but I could tell that he'd been working that day. I put it in my mouth and started to suck. The other two watched me blow their buddy for a few minutes. One of them got up just as the cock in my mouth got fully hard. The first guy withdrew his cock from my mouth and clubbed my face with it a few times before lifting me to my feet. He pushed me onto my knees on top of the stack of tiles and pulled my shirt off. I was pushed forward onto my elbows where I found myself face to face with the second guys cock. He was also quite large and quite thick and, like his friend, was covered thick coarse hair. As I started to work his cock with my mouth the first guy pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. He pulled a box out of his pocket and tossed it next to me. I glanced over and noticed that it was an unopened box of condoms. "Wanna guess what these are for?" He said as slapped saliva covered cock against my hole. I was too busy suck his buddy's cock to reply. He pushed his bare cock into my ass and started fucking before he continued, "Condoms are for faggots like him." He pulled my hips slightly in the direction of the third guy. His cock was out too and standing off to the side watching me get splitroased. His cock was out and he was playing with himself as he watched. The two tops were both aggressive as they plowed me from both ends. As they continued to pound the third guy gradually moved closer and closer, jerking off as he did so. After he reached the stack of tile I was on I glanced over to see what he was working with. The third guy was hairy like his friends but his cock was very small, prolly around four inches and not very thick. The guys who were fucking me each pulled out to swap places. As they were moving around the tile stack their friend, who was clearly the bottom they had been planningbon using, pulled my the side and started to cum. I got most of it in my mouth but a sizeable amount was shot across the side of my face. I felt a raw cock slide into my hole as the other top pulled my head up to inspect my cum facial. He turned my head to the side and pressed his cock against my cheek before drawing it upward. He had wiped most of the bottoms cum off my face and big glob of cum was stuck on the head of his cock. I lowered my lips to meet him and slurped the glob off. As soon as I finished swallowing the cum I started to work his cock with my mouth. Even after everthing, ass-to-mouth still managed to make me feel slutty. They fucked me for a few more minutes before filling my mouth and ass with their seed. After I pulled my pants up and put my shirt back on we sat around and had a few more beers. I felt a bit guilty for stealing two tops from the other bottom. However, I did swallow his load and I figured if he really wanted it, he could've offered himself for bareback just as easily as I had. I wondered if he was scared to catch something, I had been scared in the past but didn't really worry anymore. Although maybe I should have since I still wasn't on Prep. When I was ready to leave one of the guys asked when I would be free the next day. I told him the time and agreed to meet with him the next day. To be continued...

It was after midnight and I laid in bed thinking about this past evening. My ass was a little sore but I felt full....no doubt still filled with semen. I fell asleep and slept soundly until about 6AM. When I woke up the room was permeated by the scent of sex, My sheets were stained with fluids from the night before and there was a large pink wet spot where I was lying during the night. My ass was stll wet and I had morning wood that kept growing as I reminisced about the previous evening. I had such mixed emotions about last night. The sex was so hot, so passionate but was I ready to be pozzed. My erection didn't dimmish though and I needed to release again. I squeezed the marinated fluids left in my ass. OMG, the scent of cum and ass juices. I had to taste some and then used the rest to coat my hard dick. I began stroking. thinking about those three dicks inside me. What were the chances my conversion was underway? How toxic was the man who fucked me? Did the two other men hasten the pozzing by abrading my ass walls ? Within a minute I began shooting another huge load. The next few weeks were busy and really had no sex, then one morning I woke up not feeling well. I got up went to work and during the day I could feel I had a fever. When I got home I had a temp of 104, achy and all night woke up with night sweats. It was winter so maybe I just had the flu. I was sick for about 4 days and began to feel better. I rationalized I was OK and didn't think about it. 2 weeks later I decided to test myself and those two lines appeared It was official. I was a bit shocked but after it settled in I was OK. I was liberated. No need to think about it The next week, the second guy that fucked me and was so turned on by the fact that I had poz cum in messaged me on grindr. He mentioned how hot our encounter was and asked if I converted. I told him I did. He was so excited and begged me to fuck him as he was now chasing. We met up that night and now we are fucking frequently......

There it was... posted between the mirrors in the public shower room at the all men's campground: "Help break in my new boy - Site 112 - All night breeding and seeding session - No condoms allowed - 22 year old colllege boy taking all loads with no complaints - Starts at 10 pm until sunrise - Saturday and Sunday night" That was what he did to me. That was how he became my daddy and my owner. My protector and my pimp. There was nothing left to do but now but go back to our campsite #112, with my head down, knowing it was going to happen again tonight. But let me take you back a bit to how it all started, just a few weeks ago. I was 22, and just out of college with my first job in NYC. I was so excited. I could really be 'gay' and experience all the fun things I had been a bit shy to do before and with not living at home and out of college, it could happen! I mean I was an adult with a studio in NJ and taking the path train each day to NYC was a blast. But just a month after graduating, and a week after starting my new job, I stopped after work at a little bar in the village. Now I'm just 22, about 5'8" and 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm a bit skinny but a great smile. and just an average cock. I experimented with blow jobs and hand jobs in college, but nothing more. And at this bar, it was geared more for leather men, and 'real' men. So I went in, ordered a beer and kinda hid in the corner. A man walked up a bit later - He told me his name was Ryan. He was about 40, 6'2 and about 190 pounds. Clearly went to the gym and was nicely fit. As we chatted, I told him my story. I was still a virgin but couldn't wait to now do more that I was living on my own. He told me he was only a top, did that bother me? I said no, of course not. He was kind. Kept ordering me beers. A while later I was a bit buzzed and he suggested we go grab a bite to eat. So we left and just got pizza - no big deal and a few more beers. We ended up at his apartment and of course you know how this goes... but it's not really the story. We got naked and he let me blow him. My god - it was a huge 'man's' cock. Must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick! I could barely get more than the head and a few inches down my throat. I got naked and he fingered me to ecstasy until I was begging him please fuck me... but he said no. He said I was buzzed and let's just go to bed and snuggle. So we did. Naked, snuggled into him, I feel asleep. Saturday morning we talked for hours. I showered, we did a late breakfast, and he showed me a bunch of his favorite places in the city. That evening, after going back to his apartment and feeling around again, but no full on sex, he told me I had to go home. "Why?" I asked, almost pleadingly. "Well, I think I like you and I don't want to rush things. Let's just keep talking and get together again soon".... All week we texted back and forth. He kept asking if I wanted to be his boy. That he would make me happy. What would I do for him to make him happy? I of course was texting back that I couldn't wait to see him again and that I would do anything to make him happy. He said he still wanted to go a bit slow as I was a virgin, and he really wanted me to beg him to take my virginity... that would make him happy. I was so niave. That upcoming weekend - he arranged for us to meet up again. When I arrived back at the little bar I had first met him, I was surprised to see another guy about my age there. Looking back he was a lot like me. About 22, same height and weight. but quiet. head bowed. Ryan said "Hey boy, meet my nephew Mike. Mike is visiting this weekend so I thought I would take him around." I tried to talk to Mike, but he didn't have much to say. Over the course of a few beers that Ryan kept buying, I noticed that every now and then a guy from the bar would walk up to us, talk a bit with Ryan and say something I couldn't hear, and then the guy and Mike would leave to a back room. Mike would come back about a half hour later each time. This went on through out the night. When I asked Ryan whatt was going on, he just smiled and said "Mike is getting to know some of my friends better..." and smiled at me. '"you'll get to know them too". When I asked if we were going back to his place, he said "can't this weekend with Mike here...but let's go to the bathroom". In the bathroom, I was buzzed and horny. Ryan grabbed my crotch as soon as we were in the bathroom, then pulled me close "you said you would do anything to make me happy right boy?" "Yes sir" I responded. and I meant it. Ryan then grabbed my neck, and pushed me down to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big cock -" take it boy. Put it in your mouth and make me smile boy." So there I was, on the floor in a bar bathroom, sucking Ryan's cock, hoping to drain every bit of cum from it... and Ryan kept his hand on the back of my head making sure I was going to get my guts filled with his seed. It didn't take too long with him face fucking me, until I could hear him breathing deeper and faster, telling me "take it boy, take it all boy don't waste a drop" . And suddenly I felt his cock erupt in my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed it all, he pulled me up and whispered - "Good boy... I do like a good boy..... I have to go now and take Mike to another event I promised him to, but do you want to go camping with me next weekend? Just us? Binghamton NY is a fun all gay campground and I would love to take you there and get to know you better". And as I looked up into his eyes, and could still taste his cum in my mouth, I said "of course, that would be fun!" ...

In my experience I feel I was in the drivers seat with my relationship with my dad. I easily assumed a gender role and was very comfortable staying there for my life up to now. I never thought it was wrong but I remember thinking if anyone found out my comfort zone would change. When I was in high school my dad encouraged me to seek out relationships with other gay boys to have a natural relationship with sex. It was fun but the skill level was not like my dad. Our sex was and still is the best sex I have ever had. Unfortunately we do not have sex anymore but I feel my experience with him shaped how I see sex and relationships today.

Have a fucking filthy Christmas!

I recently had the chance to check out one of the gay sex clubs in Brisbane. I went in, purchased a fresh bottle of poppers and went for a wander around. It was pretty quiet, but I noticed a guy standing at the top of the suckatorium, I was on the hunt for cock, so I went in and found his cock. It was only about 4 inch or so, but nice and thick, the kind of thickness that I can’t get in my mouth without thinking how good it will be, inside my ass. I serviced this guy for a few minutes, tasting his delicious pre cum build up. He started to face fuck me through the hole. He pushed his cock in My mouth as far as it could go and shot rope after rope into my mouth. I didn’t want to swallow his cum, I wanted his cum in my hole. I spat his load into my hand and rubbed it in my ass, forcing as much as I could inside me. I’m currently off of prep and just fingered some dudes load inside me. I decided that wasn’t enough for me so I hopped into the sling. It only took a few minutes for another bloke to come in, he fingered my hole and felt the cum I pushed in myself. I took a whiff of my poppers while this guy pulled out his coke can sized cock and pushed into me. Using only the cum in me, as lube. He pumped into me relentlessly, stretching me open and pulling me down the entirety of his incredible cock. I couldn’t contain myself. I shot my load all over myself, just as he held me down on his cock as he pumped his load deep inside my ass. im hoping he was negative, time will tell…

Last night was one of those lucky nights. The sex club wasn’t that busy so my expectations were low. My first walk through I saw this younger slim guy and the next I knew we were in a cabin fucking. I wasn’t planning to cum that fast, but he blocked the exit begging for more dick. I seeded his cunt and made him lick my cock clean. After a break I saw this short blond guy I have fucked before. I love short guys. He sucked my cock and then I spun him around and fucked him where everyone could see us. I love fucking in public. I dropped load #2 in his ass, but the next time I would love to felch it back out. I figured that would be the end of my night but after a break I did 1 more loop. There were 2 guys that were clearly a couple fucking in the corner. It was a total hot husband situation and the bottom slurped on my dick while his bf was pounding his hole. We swapped but my dick is a lot bigger so the top poppered up his bf and I fucked him hard. We swapped fucking and sucking positions until I seeded ass #3 for the night. I can’t wait to do it again tonight.

Cleansed, yet still smelling faintly of the piss, the boy follows The Daddy from the shower and out of the bathroom, they make their way wordlessly down a hall and into a darkened room that the boy could see was lit by only a dim red glow. Inside was The Daddy's bedroom, but it was much more than that. The boy could see it was the place of his worship, the alter of his sex, and the center for the ritual yet to be preformed. The room was decorated the trappings of a true worshiper of the deities of raw uninhibited sex. Stone and bronze statues devoted to pagan idols of Sex and pleasure. Though the Boy could not identify them, they were statues of Pan, Priapus, Eros, and other Gods of sex. Hanging from the walls of the room were more images of eroticisim, new and old. Posters of pagan sex mixed with posters of Tom of Finland, Hun Magazine and other notable icons of gay erotica. And the bed, the bed itself was a true alter of sex in itself. The head bored was a long wooden surface covered in black candles, dildos, sex toys, more pagan idols, and in the very middle, a large pentacle with a noticeable rams held. The boy beheld all of this bathed in the throbbing red light, and was so taken by its majesty, he had almost forgot the presence of The Daddy until the moment his thin boney fingers clasped around his naked shoulders and his body pressed close. "You see boy the altar of your transformation, from within this room our union shall be made complete, you will be forever changed and become reborn with my offspring, my seed, my legacy." The Daddy said, whispering the words with gentle yet headed breath. The boy for his part could hardly wait and was beside himself with barely contained passion. "Of course Daddy, I know this is what I need, what I was meant for. I want to feel it, feel you transform me, feel your energy impregnate me." he said, and The Daddy was proud, he was not yet sure if the Boy was truly starting to believe in the powers that were about to be unleashed, or simply repeating the words he heard. The Daddy knew that right now it wasn’t that important, all that mattered was the Boy was willing to give up his body and soul to become one with a greater power. "Lay upon the bed boy, make yourself comfortable as you will be in this position for some time. Relax your mind and body, gaze upon the idols before you and think of your future.' The Daddy said as he watched the boy dutifully obey. His perfect young and healthy body lay upon the black satin sheets of the black bedding. His perfect smooth ass was thrust upwards, awaiting anything that would come next. The Daddy smiled and took his place. First he leaned in to sample the clean scent of the boy's unspoiled hole. Breathed in the scent, savored it, and began to lick and taste his purity. Tasting the hole of an unspoiled ass was something The Daddy always savored, but this was special, and something far more. He listened to the boy moan, gasp, and whimper as his long, talented tongue worked its magic, pushing deep inside, relaxing, teasing, and tasting of the boy's untainted body. Knowing it was untainted and pure, made the act that was to come naturally all the more stimulating. The Daddy could feel the instrument of the boy's eventual transformation throbbing with hunger between his legs. All in good time he told himself. After almost twenty minutes of talented teasing, The Daddy slides a finger along the Boys now throbbing anus. "Spread your hole for me boy, more so, it is time to open you up in another way, and prepare your body for the next step." He said as the boy, now deeply in heat, quickly pulled his cheeks apart and closed his eyes tightly waiting for the rough fingers of The Daddy against his tender hole. All of a sudden he feels one, then two fingers gently and slowly puncturing up his hole. The boy whimpers and for the first time tries to struggle away from the Grip of his ebony dominator. "Just relax boy. I know it hurts, but you must be strong for me. You need Daddy to impregnate your hole and transform you.” The Daddy says as they grab the hips of the kid and continue to work a third long bony finger inside. The three fingers move gently back and forth in his once pristine and yet now compromised anus. "Open up that hole for your daddy. Let me stretch it and make it ready to receive my seed, my communion. You will accept my black cock and its seed inside you before I'm done with you. In time others will plant their seed as well. Once you have been transformed you will accept so much cock from all who desire it. But no matter how many men may play into you, know that it'll be my powerful black manhood that you will forever crave, it will be my virus that will be a part of you." The Daddy says as the two relax. After 10 - 15 minutes of slow yet incessant fingering, The Daddy pulls his hand away and spreads the smooth cheeks of the boy to inspect. There's a small trickle of crimson running out of the boy's asshole and The Daddy smiles. "You make me proud boy, now, lay upon your back and raise up your legs, I want you looking upon me as it happens, your eyes upon my eyes as we are united." As he says this, and as the boy turns over, The Daddy feels he can wait no longer. His dick is twitching and throbbing looking at hole before him, it is hungry, like a predator about to claim its prey, about to pounce, about to kill. It is a thing that is now almost demonic, as if possessed by darker forces as the moment of communion is at hand. Now at last it is time, The Daddy leans forward and brings his unholy tainted black cock towards its target. The final act of union between them is about to commence.

So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** THE TEN by @Vancrawman Chapter 1: Results The doctor looked up from the papers showing my lab results. He had a serious look on his face as he started reading them, at first all the usual tests – cholesterol levels, Vitamin D levels, and on and on, until he came to the one at which he paused – his index finger marking the spot on the page that he was slowly working up to explaining. “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Randy, but your HIV test is positive,” he finally uttered these words in a sympathetic voice, searching with his eyes for a reaction from me. “OK,” I remarked, that's not totally a surprise, I figured it was bound to happen sooner or later,” was my response, which, while technically true, also totally ignored the fact that I had actively chased the bug for well over a year. (But I wasn't going to tell him that – would he understand bug chasers, anyway?) He was a young, gay doctor who was recommended to me after the older guy had retired. I knew he had grown up way after the sad days of HIV and as he began recounting all the ways for us to manage the infection, I was already forming an alternate plan in my mind – actually, it had always been part of the plan and now the first stage – my pozzing – was accomplished! There was no way I was going to tell him about ‘The Ten.’ Inside, I was so thrilled at this news, but I didn't want to disappoint this young doctor by telling him I wasn't going to be taking his meds – at least not for some time. So, I listened politely, nodding now and then, adding an “OK,” or a “Yes, I see” to the conversation. So, we'll start you right away on Maxalifam, which will lower your viral load down to undetectable levels. I’ll send the Rx to your pharmacy now,” he said, tapping into the laptop to send the medication request. “What is my viral load now, based on the blood test?,” I asked him, anticipating the level of my detectability, and wondering for a split-second if he detected worry or excitement in the way I formed the question. “Well, Randy, post-infection, viral load spikes. Yours right now is of 1.4 million, which means you should refrain from any condomless sex since you're very detectable and could pass on the virus to others, f they’re not on PrEP. But since, as you told me, you forgot your PrEP a few times, and as you know, condoms aren't foolproof, you might want to think about avoiding all sexual encounters until the meds do their thing.” He went on for about 10 more minutes, explaining some finer points of the medication regimen, but my mind was spinning inside: I was detectable, and what’s more, that was a high viral load! I crossed my legs to try to hide the burgeoning hardon under the flimsy paper examination gown, and I struggled again to pay attention to the earnest young doctor. “Any more questions?,” he asked. “I'm here for you at every step of the way. My nurse Keith is also available either by text or through the web portal, for any questions. ‘Oh yeah,” I replied, “I have spoken with Keith before, he’s a great guy.” “He sure is, Randy, and he and I are here for you with whatever you need. I’ll send Keith in now to coordinate your follow-up appointments and next lab tests.” As he went to leave, this young doctor turned back and reassured me “Don’t worry, Randy, we know what we’re dealing with and we’ll have you undetectable soon.” “Thanks, Doc, I’m looking forward to that,” I lied. “Oh, and I’m going to leave you with some brochures and information about the meds and the strategies to avoid passing on the virus to others,” handing over to me several pamphlets, “We will get you through this, Randy.” And with that he was out of the room. I spent the next few minutes trying to curtail my rigid newly-poz cock as it demanded attention. My mind was reeling, I was so excited. First things first, I texted my tattoo artist to tell him the good news. “Hey Eric, I’m coming in for the biohazard tat we spoke about, because guess what?! I finally qualify for it!” “CONGRATS!! , good going, brother! Do you know who did the deed?” 🍾 “Oh yeah, I sure do, and I can’t wait to tell him! He’s gonna be so proud!” With that, the door to the exam room started opening, Keith was turned away from me, wrapping up a conversation with a passing co-worker, so I finished up my text convo with Eric: “In fact, I’m gonna give him the good news right now!” “Great, man, I got time tomorrow afternoon for you to come in for the biohazard tat, and when you do, maybe you can recharge my hole with those fresh bugs, brother!” Your libido’s gonna go through the roof, man, now that you’re no longer shooting blanks!” “Be my honor to recharge you, stud!” I snap a quick pic of my cock and send it over to Eric. “Talk later” Opening the door, Keith, my doctor’s handsome nurse stepped into the room, grinning a broad smile. His lab coat was unbuttoned to reveal a big trouser bulge – he shut the door behind him and leaned into me for a deep passionate kiss. I felt his beard on my face and his burly arms wrapped around me. “I’m so happy you’ve got my strain inside you now, Randy” he whispered in my ear as his hands went straight down between my legs. “We’re connected now in such a natural, honest way!” “I knew those last few fucks and toothbrushings you did to me, Keith, would do the trick!” I’m just so happy and fucking excited thinking about passing on your strain! “Hey, it’s your strain now, too, brother! And now begins your next phase -- Yeah, man you gotta collect your 10 trophies now! I won’t be one of them since I gave it to you, but can you come by later and recharge me with that beautiful high viral load?” “Damn right, my friend, I’ve been waiting for the time I can recharge your hole and return the favor! But what am I gonna do with this now,” I remarked, pointing down to my rigid cock that Keith had so helpfully released from the inadequate covering of the paper gown. It was standing straight up at attention, opaque drops of pre-cum beading up on the head besides my 0g P.A. ring. “I gotta do this fast,” Keith cautioned, and then dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole, and began sucking. I didn’t try to hold out for very long as I was so fired up, and Keith was at work as well. “Let me take that first poz load of yours, Randy!” Toxic poz cum tastes so good! Give me a free sample of the recharge you’re gonna drill into my hole tonight! With that, I exploded into Keith’s mouth with a hot load of newly-toxic cum, and he swallowed it all down. “Mmmm, poz cum is so good! Nothing else like it!,” he exclaims after resurfacing off my cock. He brings his lips up to mine and I taste the poison seed I just created in my infected balls. As he reassembles himself, and I go to get dressed, buttoning up my pants against my still hard tool, Keith says to me “I have to get back to work, Randy, but come by my place at 8:00 tonight for that mutual recharge! Then we can talk about the plans for your Gifting Season. “Oh, you mean, ‘The Ten,” right? Yeah, I’ve already got a few in mind for conversion. We can go over it tonight.” “And Randy,” Keith says as lifts his shirt to reveal his furry hard midsection, you were my tenth, so I gotta get to Eric so he can add the “X” to this,” pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his hot poz cock. With that, he makes a follow-up appointment for me then departs with a wicked smile. I gather my things to leave, and as I walk out of the building to the parking lot, I pass a young guy going in and instantly feel him checking me out, feeling a bit like a hunter looking at his prey, I think to myself how I’d love to infect him with my DNA and get me 10% of the way to my own Roman Numeral X next to the biohazard ink I’m getting tomorrow - Like Keith said, it is MY strain now. On the way to my car, I pass a trash can. I stop to look at the brochures the young doctor gave me, then throw them in the trash. ~TO BE CONTINUED~

A few moments ago, President Biden signed the bill making marriage rights, as well as others, into Federal Law. Alito, Thomas, that vacant long-haired bottle-blond woman, and the drunk can just kiss our collective asses. In French.

Happy XXXXXXXmas you filthy animals! Hope u get the gift you want, it’s the season of giving and receiving. Feel free to send me naughty DMs, who knows what 2023 could bring with the mood I’m in!

So, today my man surprised me. He sat on the piano bench and started having fun. He tentatively played some chords, notes even made sense together. And I started singing, giving him a rhythm... It was F major, D minor, B flat major, and F major again. I taught him the correct order and, it was "just the way you are" a song by Bruno Mars. No skill is needed to have fun!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kAUXLavENjsI I'd beg for it too!

My long held desire has been to be pozzed by a black top. I almost got my wish about a month ago, but after what seemed promising exchanges he decided not to do it. He was toxic and full-blown.

U know the code @jonny4dad, we need to breed! Spread the joy, make it take.

Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) December 2008 I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck. I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm. We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays. Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended. As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa. “Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen. As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste. I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief. With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead. “Fuck.” Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly. “Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning. “Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.” “You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.” “There’s no sign,” I said. “Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.” “I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily. “Is there another bathroom?” I asked. “Only for employees,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it. “Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge. I nodded. “You can still go,” he said. I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.” “Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.” “It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.” “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?” I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply. “I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?” “Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.” He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?” “I’m ready to burst,” I said. He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked. My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it. “Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned. My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.” I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?” “Of course,” I told him. “Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole. My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.” “I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.” “I ONLY top,” I told him. He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.” “I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.” He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.” I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.” “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half. “Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.” “I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body. He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.” “How naughty?” I asked, playing along. “Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.” “How about some of the fathers you saw today?” “A few,” he said. “Me too,” I told him. “You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.” I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.” Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge. “Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.” “You want it?” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?” “I do!” “You want to be my twenty-fifth?” “Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant. “Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.” “Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!” “FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me. “From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.” “I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.” “My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.” I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue. “Happy with my gift?” I asked him. “We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock. I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating. “I’m Nick,” he said. “Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow. “You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.” “Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.” “Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.” “Never,” I told him. ** Four Weeks Later: I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice. “How’s my favorite Santa?” I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass. “The holiday rush is over,” he said. "So, no more Santa?" "Unless you want him back," he told me. "I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me." "Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.” “Ready for another round?” I asked him. “Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.” “What of?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.” I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story. Enjoy.

There is a guy I've been very casually dating for 3 months. Kind of FWB but a little more. He's in his 30s but he thinks it's hot that I hook up with older guys and we have three ways with one of his older friends. We went on a ski trip last week, but the guy I'm dating doesn't really ski so we both just stayed at the condo while his friends were out. We were bored and horny so we tried looking for a 3rd but guys were being flaky. We ended up making out in a hot tub which led to us fucking kinda open on the back deck. I finally sat on him in the living room and rode a load out of him. His friends got back minutes after we got a little cleaned up. We hung out for an hour until we had dinner plans. During dinner I could feel my hole was still a little wet, either from lube or cum. I was still pretty horny. After dinner one my dates friends didn't want to go out to the bars and neither did I. So we walked back, like 10 minute walk, to the condo. During the walk he was telling me some old sex stories of him in that town. It was obvious he was open. When we got back we sat in the living room and watched the local news for a bit.. I think we were both wondering how to make the next move lol. I ended up putting my feet on his lap and soon started rubbing his boner. I was really fucking horny so by that time I pulled his pants down and started sucking him. He had blue briefs on too which were hot so I sucked his boner in his briefs. The whole time he kinda just watched me and didn't do too much.. but it was fun seeing his reaction. Of course I ended up sitting on his dick. He didn't say anything just moaned the whole time I rode him. We did it for a while too, like 20 minutes of just riding him slowly like that. He finally said he needed to stand up, so he got up and I got on my knees, my ass facing away from the couch. He grabbed my hips and fucked me for a minute but honestly I was better at it so I took over and it made him cum pretty fast. I went and laid in bed without cleaning thinking how hot it would be to get fucked again by my date with a load in my ass but fell asleep before he got home 😴 still a hot night.

Laying out with Steve Part 2 previous... An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim...did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came! Steve and I soon fell asleep. What a wonderful nights sleep I had while laying in his bed, the warmth, the occasional caress and being able to rest my hand on that gorgeous cock anytime I wanted, the best. I woke briefly very early in the morning, with that feeling of Steve's leaking cock between my ass cheeks...and my ass being spread open by Steve's hand. I knew he wanted in me again, and I whispered "fuck me baby, please". Steve placed his leaking cock head against my hole and pushed in. My ass was more than ready for him now, with two of loads in me already. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I didn't want to wake you Tim, but I need to cum again, I want you to have my poz cum in you forever". He was fucking me faster now, know it was turning him on to think about spraying his seed in me once again. I reached behind me and placed my fingers along his bare shaft, "yes sir, cum in me, please cum deep in me". That was all it took for Steve to lose control. He pushed in as far as he could and I felt his cock stiffen and pulse inside of me. So many shots of his hot poz cum. we panted for a long time, him rubbing my body and telling me how hot I was and how much he loved fucking me. We were soon falling asleep again, but this time with him still in my ass. I never felt him get out of bed, but when I woke around 8am, Steve was already up, showered and gone. I found a note on the kitchen counter: Tim! What happened last night? I loved every moment of it and so glad the day, and night, went the way it did. I truly hope you are not having second thoughts or regrets today. I would love to talk to you more about last night and how you are feeling today. Please call anytime. I will be back later if you want to stick around, had to run some errands. Steve PS. I am having a pool party next weekend with a few friends, please think about coming, I would love to have you here. I read the note a second time and started to daydream about what had actually happened. From laying out to Steve cumming in me three times. While my head was all over the place with thoughts, my cock was reacting for sure. how could it not. Steve is everything I had fantasized about for so long. I needed to talk to him. I called later that evening and had a great talk with him. We talked about what my options were, but he definitely has his opinion. I absolutely loved his outlook on poz/neg sex (and love). Eventually this moved into very explicit topics, but we tried to stay away from all out masturbating on the phone! After hanging up with Steve I felt better and wasn't going to worry about things right then and there. As I got ready for bed, I logged on to BBRT once again to send Steve a quick note, but he had beaten me to it. I opened the message from Steve that basically said, "my cock is aching to breed you again Tim". That is all it took to send my cock to full hardness! I quickly wrote back, thank you dad, I fucking love your cock, and sent it. I think my choice was becoming clearer to me. I didn't want to stop Steve fucking me, at all. The week went by slowly, more slow than usual it seemed as I had already decided to go to Steve's pool party the coming weekend. Steve asked about it and I finally relented. While the party was intended to be 'clothing optional', I thought I should start in something tiny and a little see through. I chose a male see through thong bikini I found online. I tried it on as soon as it arrived. I put it on in the bathroom so I could see the results. It was incredible, but barely held my cock and balls, especially if I started to get hard. I also wanted to see it on while wearing my black rubber cock ring. I took the bikini off, but had to wait for my cock to settle down before putting on my cock ring. Once on, I modeled the bikini again, fucking nice. I had to wear this to Steve's. Soon enough Saturday arrived, it was a long week at work and without masturbating all week, and talking to Steve several times about party planning and attendees, I was leaking often. My balls were so full. I drove over to Steve's house early to help get ready for the party. I wore the bikini, and cock ring, under some loose shorts and a tshirt. I knocked on Steve's door but was let in within a minute, he must have been waiting. I immediately went to Steve and gave him a big hug, he kissed me and held my ass in his hands. I could feel him getting hard against me, loved that feeling. Steve let me go and had me step back so he could look me up and down. It is then I noticed his soiled shorts and now semi hard cock pushing against the thin fabric. His shorts were wet in several spots from his heavy precum. "Tim you look so good, is that what you are wearing today?". "Nope", I said as I pulled down my shorts to reveal the thong bikini. I did a quick turn around for Steve. "Fuck boy, you look so fucking good". Steve pulled me back to him so his hardening cock, held back by his shorts, was pushing on my bare ass cheeks. I could now feel the wetness of his precum soaked shorts on my ass. "Do we have to wait baby, I need to fuck you so bad", Steve asked. I reached behind me and gripped his big cock, "yes sir, we must wait. Some time today, I will be ass up on your bed waiting!" Steve patted my now hard cock through my bikini and said, "I can't wait". Steve and I hurriedly prepared his house for the party. Steve asked that I be in charge of drinks and refreshments, making sure his guests were taken care of. No problem here. Before the guests were to arrive, Steve said he was going to get changed into swimwear and suggested I should do the same. I followed Steve to his bedroom. Steve held up a small swimsuit for him and started stripping to change. I peeled off my shorts to reveal my suit to him. I looked at Steve and he was standing naked, cock rising as he stared at me again. "Oh Tim, this is going to be a great day". I crossed the room and rubbed his shiny wet cock head with my finger, and brought it to my mouth while looking him in the eyes. "yes it is sir! See you soon" I said as I left the room. Steve and I were finishing up, making sure there were towels and sunscreen at the ready all around the pool, even 'party' boxes with poppers and lube, but no condoms. Steve said condoms weren't necessary for this party. Guests started arriving shortly before the 'official' pool party time. Steve greeted each guest and occasionally would look for me to meet 'so and so'. A couple of occasions I could see why. One such couple was Chad and Bruce, I could tell immediately. Both were older than I, great physical shape, and wearing netting bikini's that left nothing to the imagination. Both Chad and Bruce were packing big cocks, big and soft so I could only imagine how they were when hard. "Tim this is Chad and Bruce, great friends of mine, so take special care of them" Steve said while laughing. I shook both their hands. Chad said, "great to finally meet you Tim, Steve has talked about you a lot". I looked at Steve with a 'concerned' but not really concerned look. Soon enough, most of the guests had arrived. Looking around at the guests I could tell most were older, in Steve's age range, and some younger. There were only a few 'unattached' guys it appeared, but they were involved in great conversations. Some had already taken their shorts, or swimwear off, and were sunning around the pool or in the pool cooling off. I was busy getting drinks for people, but I definitely got to be privy to some close up cock shots or conversations about sex life! It was fantastic. Every once in a while I would get close to Steve and be a part of his world. He would usually put his arm around me and cup my ass in his hands, which I loved. Soon after that I was in the kitchen, by myself, getting another round of margaritas for a trio when Chad appeared in the kitchen and asked if I needed a hand. I turned around and saw him there, see through bikini still in place but I could see it straining now. Chad's eyes were not on mine, but rather at my waist where he was just staring at my ass. "Thank you, that is sweet, but I think have it, but if you wouldn't mind can you get me three limes?". Chad moved to get the limes and put one in each cup. "Thank you for doing this Tim, and it really is great to finally meet you. Steve has chatted you up all week, so finally nice to put a....face, and ass, to the name. You know Tim, Steve has told us everything, about your weekend last week. I think it is fucking great you to finally go together." "um, everything?" I asked. "yes Tim, everything. I know you are neg and my guy got to breed you three times last weekend", Chad said. I could definitely see his cock start to strain hard against the material. Fuck! This man is hot, I mean Steve is my fantasy confirmed, but this man is hot too, and a huge cock to go with it. Just as I was about to ask Chad what he thought Steve popped in the kitchen. "ahhh, so glad you to have a chance to chat and get to know each other" Steve said as he pushed by us. "I just need to get a couple beers and I will be out of your way". I asked if he needed any help and he said "no, I got it baby, hang here with Chad and get to know him". As he said this, Steve patted me on the bare ass and squeezed my cheek. I saw Chad wink at Steve as he left the kitchen. "Yes Tim, hand with me a moment and get to know me" Chad said. "Steve is so very lucky, Bruce and I both think so. To fall for a neg guy and he to be ok with his status, wow! I love it.". Chad then reached down and pulled his bikini to the side letting his big growing cock fall out. He stroked that massive cock once and said "very lucky, damn". I was mesmerized, but needed to get these drinks out. I told Chad, I need to get these drinks out but love to chat in a bit. I proceeded to squeeze by Chad with my bare ass against him. He reached out and pulled me in tight with a bear hug, his big cock above my ass cheeks...smearing his precum all over. "I will be waiting, how about in the living room". Chad said. I quickly distributed the drinks I had, and had someone even say...what is that on his ass, it looks he brushed up against someone and then some laughing! I just smiled as I went back into the house. Chad was not in the kitchen, but I soon found him sitting in the living room, enjoying a cold drink, and cock covered once again. I got my drink and sat on the couch with him, one leg up and facing him opposite on the couch. Chad drew one leg up and re-positioned to face me. "Now, where were we?" he said. His hand had fallen to his bikini and big cock again. "Ah yes, you and Steve enjoying poz/neg sex. Can I ask, how are you feeling about it now?" Chad said while pulling the cloth back to expose his rapidly growing cock. Now it was my turn, my cock was also very hard and now leaking, after a week of sustaining this was bound to happen. "Sure. Of course I was not fully committed to making anything happen with Steve. I have grown so fond of him as a friend, of course lusted after him in my fantasy world, but didn't think it would happen. Then last weekend....wow. I couldn't refuse, he is so hot and I wanted him in me so bad, everything happened so fast, and so naturally." I was day dreaming remembering Steve fucking me hard from behind the first time. "fuck Chad, I haven't cum all week and now I have to relive that" I laughed. Chad was now slowly stroking his cock. "You know he can poz you right?. I mean I would too, given the chance", Chad said while milking a massive ooze of precum from his big cock. "fuck that is hot Chad, does Bruce know you are in here with me?" I asked. "Yes, he is the one that emboldened me to go chat with you" Chad said while laughing. "fuck Chad" I said again. "I don't think Steve would want anything to happen between us". From behind me I heard Steve say, "I wouldn't bet on that boy.". I whipped around to see Steve there. "All I ask is that you get a picture of the deed being done, and no cumming Tim...that is for me", Steve said while gripping his cock. He turned and left Chad and I alone. "Now boy, put that drink down and suck daddy's cock", Chad said while holding his hard cock in his hand. I put my drink down and got on the floor in front of Chad. I milked his oozing cock and swallowed his precum goodness. I sucked on Chad's cock as best I could, stretching my mouth. when I had Chad's cock slick with precum and spit, he told me to get up and bend over....giving my ass to his tongue. Chad tongue fucked my ass for several minutes, leaving me weak kneed and both of us moaning. Finally he leaned back and said "You need to sit on my cock Tim". I turned and straddled Chad, with his big wet dick sliding between my ass cheeks. he said, "I want to give you my poz seed boy". I looked down and now I finally saw it, a bio haz tattoo right above his cock, faint, but it was there. I moaned and reached around to guide him into my wet ass. Chad's cock head was soaking my ring and he was pushing as I pushed out to ease his cock into me. With a final 'pop' his cock head was in me and I was slowly inching down on that big dick. Chad's hands went to my waist and he slowed my decent on his cock until I had him all the way in me. He let me rest there to get used to his size, which I needed. after a minute, Chad pulled me up the length of his cock and slid me back down again. This continued for several minutes until he picked up the pace of him fucking me! "do you like my cock boy?" he said. all I could do was get short words out in moans. "fuck...love...need....your...cum". "you are going to get all of it baby boy, deep in your pussy". he said and pulled me down on his big dick one last time. I could feel him swell bigger and bigger and then I felt the throbbing of his balls pushing that hot poz cum up this is massive cock to my waiting womb. he was breeding me. my second poz man in a week. what the fuck! 🙂 my cock was oozing between us but I wouldn't dare touch my dick as I would explode. in a minute Chad reached around and pulled his still semi hard cock out of my ass and I could feel his load ooze out of me onto his balls. Then I heard the snapping of pictures. I turned to see Bruce there, cock hard, and phone in hand. "Perfect", Bruce said. Chad pulled my ass apart and asked his man, "want in baby?". Bruce tossed his phone and stepped in closer to slide his now hard leaking cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe it. Bruce wasted no time in fucking me fully and hard, and soon yelled out he was cumming! he pushed deep and started cumming, leaning in to whisper, "Steve is so fucking lucky, take my cum deep boy". "give it to me daddy" is all I could muster. After Bruce pulled out, and more cum fell out, I gathered myself and headed to Steve's bathroom to get cleaned up, but before leaving I turned to Chad and Bruce. "thank you!! that was so fucking hot and I loved every bit and ounce of it". I left them kissing and whispering. more to cum....

————————————— The Boy had pledged his life to The Daddy, and The Daddy was pleased. He said nothing for a time, but simply embraced the boy more fully, slowly leaning back into the large couch in the middle of the room. Once relaxed, The Daddy held the boy against his chest. "Then my first order is to simply relax and inhale. Relax your mind, breathe out your stress and fears, and breathe in my scent. Let it become the first step toward your transformation. Let the scent of my body into your soul" The Daddy spoke as the boy obeyed. He wanted desperately to throw himself at the coal black body before him, to engage in the raw primal sex he deeply longed for. Yet, he withheld, reminding himself of the many things they had discussed, what was to be expected. The boy relaxed and breathed and obeyed. Minutes began to tick by, The Daddy caressing the head of the boy as he watched him breath in his scent. Each breath came slower than the one before as the tang of sweat and musk on his body had the desired effect. After several minutes The Daddy could see how the face of the boy had become relaxed, with a glazed and slightly intoxicated look. He smiled and knew it was time. "You are a good boy, and Daddy is pleased, now it is time to please me more. To take the next step. show me that I am more than a would be lover. Worship me, worship the body you desire and embrace our approaching communion." He said as a look of hunger filled his eyes. The boy needed no further prompting as he leaned forward and kissed the Daddies chest and large thumb sized nipples. He lavished his daddy's body with reverent kisses, licking the sweat from his impossibly black and vein covered form. The boy's soft fingers cupped and felt every inch of the Daddies chest with his hands as his face was buried between his daddy's pecs. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of his daddy's intoxicating musk, and he inhaled the scent loving it more with each moment. Eventually, the boy moved over to The Daddy's arms, thin in appearance, they still felt taught and firm with muscle and fitness. The boy began kissing the veiny biceps and licking every surface of the skin as the scent drove him to greater passions. Already his young cock lay erect and leaking precum. The clear fluid dripping down his own balls and legs, ignored for now as he continued his worship of the thin yet stir firm muscles of his ebony Daddy. Deciding to move things along, The Daddy smiles upon his boy and, lifting up his arm, guides the boy's face into his sweaty pits. Here the level of ripe oder reaches a new level, and the boy is soon lost in a new fog of desire. The smell in The Daddy's pits is thick, concentrated in short, yet wiry matted hair. It has an almost oily substance to it as the boy soon finds himself suckeling upon it, hungry for more that The Daddy is eager to give. The Daddy says nothing, but slowly lowers his arm, trapping the boy within. Not fully cutting off his air, yet limiting it enough to know that the boy will soon grow even more intoxicated and subservient. Indeed, it is soon that the boy feels his mind become hazy and fogged. He thinks only of his eventual submission to his Daddy, to worshiping him, to the eventual union that he knows will endanger his young life, yet his desire for the act grows more and more. The minutes tick by as darkness creeps into the edges of the boy's vision, for a moment he fears he may black out before The Daddy at last lets him free. Gasping for air, the boy opens his sweat soaked eyes and looks upon The Daddy, his face proud and full of lust. He leans forward, kissing the boy, tasking his sweat as well as his dominance over his soon to be son. "God Boy, you smell of my sweat, and you are marked with my scent. Your next task is to worship that which you are here for. The tool of your transformation and rebirth." The Daddy says as he gently guides the Boy downwards towards his great ebony phallus. Until now, the Cock was hidden from view by a thin spedo, encrusted with sweat, piss and seed from countless fuckings. Now, The Daddy snaps it off, showing it at last to the boy in all its glory. To the boy who has seen it only in pictures, it is better than he could have imagined. Hanging like a resting yet lethal serpent, the coal black cock throbs with veins that spread outwards into the coarse pubic hair covered crotch of The Daddy. As though his virus infused member was leeching the life from the rest of The Daddies aging body, which in a way it was. The shaft was perhaps only half hard, throbbing yet not fully erect. The head was still fully covered by a long drooping foreskin that slowly leaked the milky toxic discharge of the Daddies precum.

Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

Part 11: Skipping School I slept until noon. I was exhausted and hungry from my two day cock binge. When I got up and went downstairs I ran into another guy. He greated me and introduced himself as Nick's roommate Adam. I made small talk for a bit and eventually decided I could go for an afternoon fuck, although it kinda felt like it was still morning to me. I knocked something of a table and made sure he could see my new tattoo as I bent down to retrieve it. I was a bit disappointed when he didn't make a move. I made a few suggestive comments that he either missed or ignored. I finnally gave up and told him I was getting a cab to take me home and to thank Nick for helping me out. I called a cab and sat with Adam while I waited. I was starting to feel a bit awkward when he asked if I wanted a blowjob while I waited. I was a bit surprised by how forward he was about it. I told him that I preferred to be fucked. "We'll I'm a bottom" he said "so that's not gonna work." "Then I guess I could go for a blowjob" I said He dropped to his knees and began throating my cock. He was pretty good and it definitely helped pass the time as I waited for my driver. As soon as the cab arrived I thanked Adam for the head and slipped out. I asked the driver to bring me to a a box store that was a 10 minute walk from the place where daddy had agreed to pick me up at 3pm. It was around 1:30 when I got dropped off. I picked out some new clothes that fit me better than than the ones Nick had loaned me. After a quick change in the bathroom, I walked to my pickup spot and waited. Daddy picked me up and as usual I sucked his cock on the ride to his house. He parked in the garage and we got out and went to the living room. He poured a pair of drinks we chatted for a bit as we drank. I'd barely had anything to eat over the prior days, just a small snack here and there. As a result the alcohol made me light headed very quickly. Since he had a rule about me fucking other guys without his permission, I decided I didnt want him to see the ANAL SLUT tattoo on my lower back. He poured us each a second drink and directed me to follow him. He then led me upstairs for the first time. The master bedroom was very nicely furnished and quite large. To hide the tattoo, I sat on the edge of the edge of the bed facing him as I undressed and quickly slipped under the covers. He finished undressing and dimmed the lights before walking around and climbing into the bed on the otherside. He was laying on his back with his arms behind his head. I rolled over and put my arm across his him, resting my head on his chest. He lowered one of his arms, resting it on my backside. We stayed in bed, cuddled up together, for about a half hour. I kissed on his chest as I lowered my hand to begin massaging his flaccid cock. As his cock began to grow in my hand I slid further under the covers kissing on his body the whole way down. I continued to stroke his cock as I reached his pelvis. I gave his cock a good lick from the base to the head and repositioned myself between his legs. I began working his cock with my mouth. I thought about how much I gaged the first time he pushed the head into my throat. Now I had no trouble taking the whole thing. I enjoyed the feeling of it pulsing and getting harder in my throat. My blowjob skills had greatly improved and he seemed almost paralyzed as I gave him one of the best sloppy blowjobs I'd ever given. I sucked his cock for over 20 minutes before he finnally grabbed the back of my head and began to take control. He had hold of my hair and was fucking my throat like it was sextoy. He was pushing deeper and faster than I was used to, but I was still managing. He pushed me down all the way and held me in place. He didnt let up until I finnaly gagged a bit. I think he wanted to hear me gag on his cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and started rocking his hips and he slammed his cock in and out of my throat. This was now the hardest throating I'd ever done. I manged another 10 minutes without gagging. I noticed that it seemed like he was getting frustrated. I thought maybe he liked the way it felt when I choked and gagged while he was in my throat. Or maybe he just preferred guys who didn't act like where's. I stopped trying to hold back my gag reflex and began to cough and gag as he fucked my throat. Daddy started to seem like was really enjoying himself. I felt he was getting close to cumming and pulled away. I slid myself up to saddle him and lowered my ass onto his cock. It felt good to ride him and I got lost in the feeling as I bounced on his hard cock. I started to rub my cock and after a few minutes olof grinding, shot my load onto his chest. As I finished cumming he began to moan and flooded my ass with seed. I maintained my position but leaned forward to lick my cum off his body. He stayed hard and I held him inside me while I cleaned up all of the cum I had shot onto his chest. After my dismount, I licked his cock clean and returned to the position we had started from, with my head resting on his chest. We stayed in the bed until it was time for him to bring me back to the meeting spot. He dropped me off and, after a while,m y mom picked me up and brought me home. She did ask where I had been over the weekend. I assume that she figured I stayed with a friend. I think she knew I had been getting into 'trouble.' Although her idea of trouble was minor rule breaking, like having beers with my friends. To be continued...

I was at IML in 2015 and had the pleasure of being At his gangbang.

He is still on BBRT under his porn name and seemingly still in Canada,. He has an Just For Fans Page. [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/RyanCummingsRAW He was not at IML this year. I made the Bad Seed porn Cumming to Chicago with him there and played with him several times after that. A terrific guy. In C to C, his 12 hour gangbang, I was the first guy up him (me rimming him)...and then the last with my dick going into that loaded ass. I gave him the last load of the night, something like Load 54.

Don't really like rough sex but I really do love hard sex, it means a lot to me to have a man really pound my asshole when he is ready to cum, havent seen many that does not try to stick his dick up in my throat from the bottom when he is ready to unload his cum in my ass.

His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

Hey, what's Ryan Cummings up to now? Is he still making porn? I haven't heard anything about him in awhile, I think his Twitter account got suspended." Boo. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/filling-ryan-cummings-bmq-13839540

Fucking hot story. My cock always shoots an heavy load of poz cum while reading a chapter. Please keep writting and let us enjoy more chapters

For me it's never been about a "need to taste someone's cum," but a combination of several things: for me, first it's about receiving penetration from a Man who wants/needs to put His cock in me, me sucking or Him fucking is part of that penetration and expression of lust, next is receiving His orgasm/pleasure into me. When a Man has an orgasm in/because of me it's as if His orgasm becomes mine and that's an orgasm for me. i find it deeply satisfying, i'm not frustrated at all from not having my own orgasm, id much rather receive/share His. Seed/cum is the finale. i don't particularly get anything from the sense of taste when it cums to cum, taste of cum is a neutral experience for me... i do love the scent though. i always end up having His scent on my face and i never wash that off, i love continuing to smell His lust after. Drinking piss from a Mans cock has a lot of similarities for me, and i'm still working on the taste part, i find the taste sort of overwhelming, but all the other elements mentioned above, and then some, make me lust after Him doing that.

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I turn them down, politely of course, and walk away. But it’s not happened that often tbh. BB only for me.

I love a smooth hole. Mine is kept shaved as I just find it more sensual and sensitive and like to be able to see everything when playing 😉

~Thanks for all your kind words, men, I'm glad so many of you liked Chapter I. Here now is Chapter II: The Ten: Chapter II by @Vancrawman **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter II: First Quarry I woke up that morning still super excited and with my cock straining for attention, my mutual recharge fuckfest with Keith did nothing to dampen my horniness. I had heard that once infected, the virus demands to replicate so you get super horned up all the time, but still I resolved to hold off until I got my bio tat later that day at Eric’s studio. I checked my phone and saw several text messages. Apparently, my late night tweet announcing my level-up to POZ status was making the rounds of poz twitter and got back to several of my friends who knew of my quest: “Hey, buddy, great job, congrats! You gonna spread it around now?” “OMG, welcome to the Class of 2022, brother! Go forth and propagate!” “Super excited for you, man! It’s what you wanted and you went out and got it – and had a lot of fun along the way! So PROUD of you!” I also checked twitter and there were a lot of DMs from supposed chasers, but most of them I knew from previous interactions to be kind of flaky. Let’s see, I thought, if my change in status would get some of them to commit. Finally, another text came through – it was from a young twitter bud Caleb who was also on the chase for the upgrade to poz. We sexted back and forth a few times over the years. His profile says he’s 22 and from his pics, he’s got a great ass that has been after toxic loads for a year with no positive result: “I will fly over to you from Miami to get that toxic seed of yours, brother, just say when!” I sent some thank you texts and to Caleb, I got especially hot thinking about bugging up his sweet hole: “You make your plans, boy, and I’ll be glad to get you into the brotherhood if I can. I’m pretty toxic right now, so get on that plane!” Finally, I got out of bed, and got on with my day, not thinking more about Caleb’s text. Chasers make a lot of plans they never go through with…I know, I was a chaser myself. On this day, I planned on only working a half-day and it was all I could do to concentrate even a little on work, but eventually the time came to stop work and get marked as the toxic breeder I now was. I settled into Eric’s chair for the tattoo I had been dreaming of for years, but which I didn’t want to get until it really meant what it represented: A biohazard symbol, stylized a bit with some curves at the end of the tendrils and some shading and coloring in it, and a little blood red drop in the middle – marking me as a poz man ready to share the gift. Eric had greeted me with a warm kiss and long hug. “Congrats, brother!” How do you feel about the upgrade to poz?” “I’m so happy to finally get there, Eric, and you were a big part of breaking down that initial resistance, mate! When I came in here on that hot August day two years ago, and you were stripped down to the waist with that beautiful scorpion pointing downward to your sweet poz stick, it really help me decide to begin the chase! So you’re a big part of why I’m here today, my friend, even if it wasn’t your strain that got me over the line!” “Hey, not for lack of trying, buddy, but now we can recharge each other!” “Looking forward to that, stud” I said, “grabbing my cock in my pants which was by then fully hard. But first, mark me, man, I need to get branded now as a poz gifter!” “Let me get comfortable,” and with that, Eric strips off his shirt to reveal his well-tattooed chest with the beautiful Scorpion pointing down to his thick cock bulging in his jeans. Next to it was “XX,” meaning he was well ahead of me on this particular pozzing path. Ever since I consulted him about tattoo design two years ago, Eric has been telling me about The Ten, as they called themselves, I was desperate to poz up and join their special brotherhood. Each member must be poz-toxic and they each pledge to convert at least 10 willing chasers. Therefore, each X represents 10 guys he’s pozzed. Every time they get 10 confirmed hits, they get another X inked next to their biohazard or scorpion tat. When I first met Eric, he had only one X to mark his progress. “Eric, every time I look at that tat and the XX, I get so fucking turned on!” What must it feel like to have knocked up 20 guys?” I’m so fucking jealous and pissed that I started this so late!” “Hey man, don’t be that way, everyone gets there in their own time. I spent years on meds after I got pozzed, and even then I was so afraid of it I barely had any sex for years, until I got finally realized my destiny. We chasers and gifters all take different paths to the same place…what matters is that we get there.” “And that’s only 20 that I know about! And by the way, I’m nearer to my third X so soon there’ll be an addition right here, “ he says, pointing to an empty spot next to the two XXs. Got a couple of chasers I’ve been exclusively bugging up from the last month waiting on their fuck flu and for positive results, and then I’ll hit 30 if they come out right!” “Now sit back and relax and let’s get this tat on you to mark you for the poz predator you are!” As he worked on the biohazard tattoo now forming on my abdominals, we reminisced about how Eric bred me several times aiming to poz me, and although it ultimately wasn’t his strain that infected me, Eric and I sure had a good time trying; he pozbred me a few times, and when Eric went out of town for awhile, he recommended the hot nurse Keith to try and infect me. I gave him exclusive pozzing rights to my hole and Keith started his gifting sessions, and after some hot fucks over several weeks, some toothbrushing, and lots of toxic Keith seed, I knew it had finally happened 3 weeks later when the fuck flu hit – hard. Coming out of my reverie, I looked down at the progress and I was stunned to see so much of it filled in already, I was only barely aware of the needle inking me, marking me for life as a member of the poz club. He was about 90% done with the tat now…I had been there for 3 hours without realizing how the time was flying. “How was your fuck flu, brother?” Eric inquired. “It was rough for a few days but I was so excited and turned on by it, I knew it was finally happening, I couldn’t stop jerking off. Keith toothbrushed me hard then threw some powerful pozfucks into my hole, so I was so happy and relieved when the fuck flu hit. It’s our Rite of Passage!” “Fuck yeah,” Eric agreed. “Last night, after I left the doctor’s office, I saw some little twink of about 20 years old in the parking lot and all I wanted was to pin him down breed him with my bugs! Every guy I see is a target, my first quarry to join the poz brotherhood. I ended up with Keith doing some mutual recharging, after we had some champagne to toast my upgrade.” “You definitely see the world and the men in it in a different light, my friend,” Eric was finishing up, wiping the bloody area on my abs that now marked me for life and covering it with some moisturizer and clingy plastic film. He took a drop of my blood with his index finger and brought it up to my mouth to taste, then deeply kissed me. “OK, you know the drill with new tats, Randy,” keep it clean and dry and I can touch it up in a couple of weeks. Now get over here and breed my hole with that fresh poz seed!” With that, Eric pulled down his pants, bent over the tattoo chair and exposed his hot hairy hole to me. I knelt down to taste the passage before breeding it,and found some cum in there already. “Yeah, stopped off at the glory holes for a couple of loads this morning. Don’t know if they were toxic or not. I bred a couple holes, too, gave them both a little gift! – they don’t ask, I don’t tell!” At that, I stood up and plunged my hard poz weapon right into Eric’s bugged-up hole. “Yeah, fuck that fresh HIV into my fuckin hole, stud,” Eric encouraged. From all the poz chat while he was branding me as a POZ gifter with his needle, and now fucking Eric’s sweet pre-loaded hole, it didn’t take long for another load of fresh poz seed to burst forth down Eric’s passage. “Recharge me with that poison, stud!” he egged me on as I made my toxic deposit up my friend’s hole. All I could think was how my toxic cum was infiltrating his system, charging him up with my fresh strain, mixing with the bugs already in him to create a new, ever so different version of itself. We stayed like that for a few minutes, making sure every dirty drop of poz was delivered into Eric’s gaping manhole. Finally, we had collected ourselves and got dressed, Eric popped in a small Lucite buttplug to ensure absorption of the prize. It was then that Eric proposed a first victim for my new gifts. “Hey, Randy, I’ve got a guy coming in a few minutes for a tat, he wants just a simple Celtic thing, not any poz tattoo – at least not yet. I think he’d be perfect for conversion, I know from following his twitter that poz turns him on, but I don’t know for sure if he’s a real chaser or if he’s on PrEP…I was gonna try to knock him up but I’ll let you have this one if you want to wait around now for him, take a look at him, and let me know, I can introduce him to you.” And with that perfect timing, the potential first neg hole to get my infectious gift walked through the front door. “Hey, Eric,” he waved over to the tattoo artist. “Justin, meet my buddy Randy…He just got this new tat,” Eric replied, pointing to the wrapped up, but still visible, biohazard tattoo on my stomach. “Wow, I love it! Does that mean what I think it means?” Justin peered inquisitively at my new ink with its blood red center droplet. “Damn right. You want it? It could change your life” “Fuck yeah, I want it, man!” Justin brushed his hand gently over the biohazard. “You on PrEP? Cuz I don’t want to waste the gift if your PrEPPED up,” I cautioned. Justin, who looks about 25, sandy hair and a tight little body in his tank top and shorts, just looks up at me and says “Nope, I stopped PrEP about a month ago, I’m ready to accept my fate. Just tell me when and where, stud, I’ll take what you’ve got.” And with that, my first poz-gifting session was set up for the next night. I stopped at the drugstore on the way home and bought some new toothbrushes.

About a week or so ago, I met a fisting pig for the first time. His hole is unreal, it fits my entire fist as a warmup and hangs half-loose naturally, he'll be fully wrecked by the end of 2023 no doubt. Anyhow, some light foreplay, some anal hooks and plugs, and we move on to fisting. He almost took my double, and swallowed my arm nearly to the elbow. After several hours of pigging out, he was finally exhausted, but I had been locked in chastity for 2 weeks and was horny as fuck. A mix of pheromones, poppers, pot, and sweat made me decide to unlock and fuck his loose cunt. I could fit my entire cock AND balls, and kept slipping out there was so much extra room in that cavernous gape, but I fucked myself silly before slathering his innards with my load and collapsing in a sticky pool of lube, gut juices, cum, and our collective piss and sweat.

Have to admit that I've inhaled deeply to the scent as I've pissed into a unflushed urinal knowing that my piss is mixing with someone else's piss.

I always fantasized about clean rimming a filthy urinal. I did once jerk off, dipping my cock into a blocked urinal after a hot guy pissed into it. 😜

These last 2 chapters are smoking hot. Just wandering when the chems sex returns, but love the pozzing party so far

One thing ... please bear in mind "clean" is considered offensive by many. It infers someone with an infection (especially HIV) is dirty. A better term is "clear" (as in clear of infection), but "neg/negative" is a more accurate term.

I've been hooking up recently with a hot dl guy during my lunch break. Late thirties, nine inch cock, muscular Italian stud. He's working at the dump near my house, and coming over when he finishes at 3pm. I work from home so it's convenient. There's something so hot about a straight dl guy that just want to be serviced. He comes over in his dirty boots and gear, and I immediately drop to my knees and take his dick out to worship. He smells musky and manly, his dick already rock hard. I grab his muscled thighs as I try to deep throat him. I really want to show him how fags suck better dick than women. No kissing. Minimal touching from his end. Meanwhile I kiss his body, lifting up his neon work shirt to reveal his dark haired abs and pecs. He never touches my dick, or even rims my hole. I've learned to prelube myself since he just wants to slide it in. Taking every inch of his cock feels impossible at first, but the second I hit some poppers, he slides in like he's always belonged. Juicy raw cock in my hole, I'm in heaven. I ride him sometimes on the couch or on the bed. Sometimes doggy or standing. Never missionary because he's too straight for that. He ends up usually breeding me within a few minutes. While I love to get pounded, knowing that he has to be home for his wife, I do my best to serve him with speed and efficiency. He pulls up his pants and maybe chats a little with me. But then he's out the door before his wife suspects.

Absolutely, swallow

There have been a very small number of uterus transplantations done worldwide ever, and none implanted in a trans woman. Even then the transplant doesn't put in any ovaries so you don't ovulate, so you cannot get pregnant without implantation of already fertalised eggs. If you're going to write fiction at least try and make it good.

Part 18: Fucking Peter (part 2) I fell forward, my heart racing. What remained of Pastor Kline’s cum was slick between us. I could feel his own heart beating. He broke off his kissing with Peter and looked to me, reaching up a hand and pulling me into another kiss. For a brief moment, I didn’t see Pastor Kline before me. Instead, I saw my father, and as the image became clear, I found my dick shooting out several more jets of cum. “What was that?” Pastor Kline asked, looking down at where my dick was still inside his ass. “For a second, I saw my dad instead of you,” I told him. “Made me cum some more.” Pastor Kline smiled. “Fucking hot. Would love to see the man that created a bull like you.” “Just because I fucked my brother doesn’t mean our dad would want anything to do with this. Trust me, there is no chance.” “Shame,” he said. “I’d love to watch you fuck your dad.” “I’d love to see you fucked by your own son,” I told him. “You and me both.” “Maybe, one day, we’ll both get lucky.” “He’ll be home soon,” he said. “I’ll see what I can do.” “You better,” Dominic said. “He’s friends with Lewis,” Pastor Kline said, looking at Peter who was taking Dominic’s dick better than before. “I caught them jerking off a few years ago when Lewis stayed over one night. They tried to hide it, but I knew what they were doing.” “Seems your son isn’t as innocent as I’d assumed,” I said. “Though, a lot of young men jerk off together.” “Close bond.” “Maybe,” Pastor Kline said, “Peter can get Lewis to somehow invite him over somewhere. He wouldn’t come if he knew I’d be there.” “I’d love to fuck your son’s ass,” Peter groaned, his dick pointed up into the air, precum dribbling down onto his stomach. A large pool was now created, mixing into his treasure trail. “Imagine fucking a father and son.” “I don’t need to imagine,” Dominic said, winking. “Fuck,” Peter said. “Where have you been all my life?” “I think we’ve all been thinking that,” Pastor Kline said. “How much cum do you make?” Dominic asked, picking up his pace? “Around 12 mls,” Peter said. "I measured once." Dominic’s eyes grew wide. “That’s more than double what's normal.” “Tell me about it,” Peter said. “And your bitch wife doesn’t appreciate it,” Dominic said, shaking his head. “She doesn’t know the god she has, but we do.” I pulled myself out of Pastor Kline and went to Dominic’s dresser in which he kept several instruments and toys. I pulled out a butt plug and inserted it into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Pastor,” Dominic said, eyeing the older man. “I’ve got a water bottle in the fridge filled with piss and cum. I want you to drink it all. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded and left. “Son,” Dominic said, eyeing me, “I want you to go into the kitchen and get a bottle with a large mouth. I want to catch Peter’s cum just to see how much this fucker shoots.” I followed Pastor Kline into the kitchen where he was already starting in on the bottle of piss and cum. I watched as he drank, the bits of cum clouding the yellow piss. I didn’t much care for the taste of cold piss, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. Watching him drink down the concoction, I found myself unable to believe that this was the same man I’d been looking up to for years. Now, I was watching him drink another man’s piss and cum while my toxic cum infected his hole. I’d just listened to him fantasize about having his own son fuck him. Never would I have believed Pastor Kline to be this perverted. I looked up to him even more than before. I couldn’t wait for him to be poz. I found the bottle Dominic had wanted and returned to the bedroom, coming to Peter’s side. Even though he hadn’t cum yet, the amount of precum over his stomach made it look as if Peter had already shot at least twice. “Why don’t you try some,” Dominic said, winking at me. I leaned down and started licking the precum off his stomach, some of his hairs sticking into my teeth. With my face pressed against his skin, I could almost feel Dominic’s dick hitting below my lips, a thin layer of muscle and tissue being the only thing keeping us apart. “This feels incredible,” Peter moaned. “This is only the beginning,” Dominic said. “Soon, we’ll have your fuck toy, Lewis, here to infect. After him, we’ll seduce Pastor Kline’s son into joining our ranks. We’ll be running out of recruits.” “I have a few names I can send your way,” Peter said. “Or, at least, a few men in our men’s group I’d love to have an opportunity to fuck.” “I second that,” I said, my mouth full of his precum. There were several men in the church I knew I’d love to have ass up, taking our poz dicks. I imagined what it would be like, looking out over the congregation, knowing I had fucked every man staring back at me, the strain gifted to me by Dominic running through all our veins. “Have you tasted your cum, Peter?” Dominic asked. Peter shook his head. Dominic nodded to me. I moved up to Peter’s mouth and forced it open with my tongue, dumping his precum inside. We stayed locked in this kiss for what felt like forever, swapping the ridiculous amount of precum between us. It tasted sweet and salty, and from Peter’s groans, I could tell that he liked it. Peter tried to say something as we kissed, our interlocking lips making his words muffled. “What?” I asked, releasing him. “I’m gonna cum,” he said. I grabbed the bottle Dominic had told me to get and held it up to Peter’s dick with one hand while my other hand started jerking him off. Peter’s breathing caused his chest to rise up in quick spurts, each breath shallow as his orgasm neared. “I’m cumming,” he moaned. “I’m cumming.” I kept jerking his dick with one hand while holding the bottle with the other. I watched in amazement as he started shooting thick ropes of cum into the bottle. His dick was almost a faucet pouring out his seed, his balls unable to hold the cum anymore. I kept jerking him off, stopping once when I thought he was finished, but he shook his head. “I’m still going,” he said. “Sexy fucker,” Dominic said, his own breathing changing as his orgasm neared. By the time Peter was finished, a quarter of the bottle was filled with his cum. I removed it and closed the lid, holding it up to Dominic. “What the fuck, man?” Dominic said, taking the bottle and eyeing the cum. “This is like four guys worth of cum.” “And I can go again,” Peter said. Dominic looked at me and smiled. “I think we’ve found our star breeder.” Pastor Kline came back into the bedroom, the empty bottle of piss and cum in hand. “I finished,” he said. “Good boy,” Dominic said. “Now, drink Peter’s cum.” Pastor Kline took the bottle from Dominic and opened the lid, swirling the contents around. He lifted it to his mouth and started drinking the cum. "I can't believe what I'm watching," Peter said. "Pastor Kline is drinking my cum like a protein shake." "It is," Dominic said. Halfway through, Pastor Kline took the bottle down, revealing cum around his lips and beads dripping down his chin. He smiled. “Tastes great.” “You see, Peter,” Dominic said, his pace quickening, “We know how to treat a man with your gift. And here’s your reward. A hot load of toxic cum.” His body shuddered as he unloaded in Peter’s ass, fingers digging into his legs, holding on to keep himself from collapsing. Both Dominic and Peter moaned from the waves of pleasure, their voices filling the room, making my cock jump. Dominic looked at Peter and then at me, smiling. “Fuck, that felt good.” I retrieved another butt plug and inserted it as soon as Dominic pulled out his dick. There were traces of blood and cum around his hole, proving once again how hard a lover Dominic was. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Peter said, resting his hands on his stomach. “I can feel your cum inside me.” “Speaking of which,” Dominic said, motioning Pastor Kline to clean of his dick. “Peter, I want to watch you fuck Will full of your manly sized load. Are you up for that?” “Sure am,” Peter said. “Are you?” “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night,” I told him. We switched places, my legs hoisted up in the air. It had been a while since I was fucked, and I missed it. While I liked fucking Pastor Kline, I needed to feel a cock in my ass. Seeing Peter’s hard dick bobbing up and down, I found my whole twitch. “Ready when you are.” Peter lined his dick up with my hole and slowly pushed inside. It was amazing how much I had changed. Where it had been painful and difficult the first time Dominic had fucked me, his dick opening me up, making me bleed, I was now taking Peter’s dick with no problem. There was still a bit of pain, but it felt good, making my cock harden. “I’ve never been this hard,” Peter said. “The plug should be hitting your prostate,” Dominic said, reaching down and pressing it into Peter’s ass. Peter shook, eyes rolling back. “Only a plug and a dick can hit that spot.” “And I need you to hit mine,” I told Peter. “Fill me up with all that cum.” “Yes, sir,” Peter said, slipping his dick all the way in before starting a slow, steady rhythm. “Are you still thirsty?” Dominic asked Pastor Kline who was cleaning his beard, none of Peter’s cum remaining on his face. “Always, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “Kneel.” Pastor Kline went down on his knees, his mouth open as Dominic positioned his cock overhead. A jet of piss shot out, hitting Pastor Kline’s lip at first, spraying him in the face. He quickly recovered and wrapped his lips around Dominic’s cock, his throat moving as he swallowed. “Does piss taste good?” Peter asked, watching as Pastor Kline continued drinking. “I never thought of drinking piss.” “It’s not for everyone,” Dominic said. “But for my men, I expect them to try it at least once. Will drinks it occasionally. Pastor Kline here is a real piss pig. He can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?” Pastor Kline nodded, his mouth still filling up with piss. “Just think,” Dominic said, “Your stomach is full of my piss, my cum, and Peter’s cum. Everything a growing slut needs.” “That’s fucking hot,” Peter said, slamming himself into my ass as he continued watching Pastor Kline’s depravity. “I can’t imagine being able to bounce back so quickly,” I said, watching Peter’s dick sliding in and out of my ass. “I don’t think I’d ever stop fucking.” “It wasn’t easy growing up,” Peter said. “All I wanted to do all the time was jerk off. I did it with a friend once, and he made fun of me because he came only twice and I came five times.” “No one understands a gift when they see one,” Dominic said. “If I were you, I’d look that asshole up and fuck him hard just to prove how impressive you really are.” “Maybe I will,” Peter said. “Or, better yet,” Dominic continued, “Why don’t you imagine you’re fucking him right now. Pretend Will is the guy. Fuck him hard, making him regret ever making fun of you.” Peter looked at me, his face unsure. “Go for it,” I told him, pulling my legs back further, exposing more of my hole. “Make me pay for it.” Peter smiled, then his brow furrowed, whatever hostility he had been holding up for years rising to the surface. I could feel his pace quicken, his thrusts no longer gentle but forceful, as if he was using his dick to hurt me. It felt incredible, his dick almost swelling even larger than before. He was hitting my prostate now, sending waves of pleasure throughout my sweating body. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. “How’s he doing, Son?” Dominic asked. “Incredible,” I moaned. “Give it to him,” Dominic said, standing behind Peter, his hands on his shoulders. He looked me in the eye, the same devious smile from my dream all those weeks ago returning. “Make him pay for it.” Peter slammed into my ass, his balls hitting me hard. I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my skin, rubbing, creating irritation. Clearly he was getting out his anger. “Think of how your wife doesn’t like you fucking her,” Dominic said, kissing Peter’s neck. “How hard to you want fuck that bitch now?” “Harder than she could imagine,” Peter growled. His fingers dug into my skin, sweat dripping down his body. His chest was heaving, Dominic’s hands finding his nipples. “Fuck!” Peter yelled, Dominic’s fingers twisting. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” “Fill his ass” Dominic said, smiling at me. “Fill me up,” I cried, my body shaking from Peter’s thrusts. Peter’s face contorted, mouth open in a silent scream as he shook, ramming his dick as far into my ass as possible. It felt as if someone was shooting a watergun in my hole. The cum wouldn’t stop pouring out of Peter’s cock. His orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Once it subsided, Peter looked at me, a single tear running down his face as he smiled. “I feel alive,” he said, falling forward onto me. He kissed me, his sweat dripping down on me. I looked at Peter as he smiled and found myself smiling bigger than ever before. Seeing him so happy, seeing him feeing fulfilled, flooded my body with an intense warmth. Without realizing it, I started cumming, shooting between our bodies. “Handsfree,” Peter said, laughing. “Yeah,” I said, unable to look away from him. For a single moment I found myself looking at Peter differently. The same intensity I felt with Dominic filled me as I looked at Peter. I wanted him to never leave. All I wanted was for him, Dominic, and myself to stay here forever. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Alright men, I have one more chapter written before I have to get to work and write some more. That means there may be a sunday where we can't cum together for our normal sexual service. However, I am working on a different story that I think might be a one-off. If you thought Dominic was twisted, wait till you meet this guy.

i was honored to breed Ryan a few years ago at one of his L.A. cumdump sessions. I was his 34th load of that trip. It was heavenly mounting up and sliding into that wet hole. I didn't last long cuz it felt so incredible!

Fuck, PigDadd, you out did yourself...you hit a grand slam out of the bitch ass park...a night of ☁️☁️☁️ filled lust😈🐷...more, more, more...wish I were Adam or Kyle!!😛😋

Sounds like a good reason to travel to Toronto for a Sunday afternoon of fun

Flexbtm, nothing very special. After my nephew's wedding, his brother has rented a suite in the hotel to continue the party after the reception. So friends of the groom and bride were invited (among them the bestman) and some cool family members (me). Very late in the night we were all wasted and stoned for many, and sexual tension was growing. Some were sleeping too wasted...among them the bestman. Those of us awake started to dare the others to fuck those sleeping...the bestman was fucked by at least 4 guys. Nobody knew my status so i kept it for myself and added my toxic cum in the bestman' sloppy hole. None of the 4 asked questions about status nor used condoms...all went bareback. I was told he got sick few weeks after the weeding ....hope he was converting.

Good news! We're hooking up again tomorrow and he already told me he's done using condoms to fuck me.

Part 6 After the two days of partying the two grabbed a bite to eat before crashing. Logan woke up not feeling very well. 'The gifter' knew he had done his job knowing that this was most likely the fuck flu. Logan had no clue thinking that he needed a slam to feel better and being one not to disappoint he fixed a slam for his sick boy and administered the slam. The drugs did make Logan feel a little better as he quickly asked to be fucked. 'The gifter' knew he didn't have much time since he had a client to see for 'the boss', but he couldn't resist. He fucked Logan right up until he had to leave. 'The boss' seeing Logan high told 'the gifter' to take Logan with him on his job. For the first time in over a week was dressed and left the house to start working. They reached the party, made their delivery and joined the party. Logan was still a little high as he got on his knees and began sucking random cocks as the party goers began to get high. Slams were fixed for Logan and The gifter'. Before Logan knew what was going on he was higher than before and on all fours getting fucked at burg end and loving it. 'The gifter' was doing his job servicing his clients. Compared to what Logan had been through to this point the night he spent working (if they called it work getting high and fucked) was mild and only lasted one night. In the morning they returned to the house, where Logan tried to eat some food with no luck. Logan had the full blown fuck flu! After Logan recovered from the fuck flu he was properly tagged with a tattoo as property of 'the boss'. He was completely hooked on Tina and had become good at not only preparing a point but at administering as well administering his own slam. On top of everything Logan and The gifter' became very close and spent all their free time together. One night when they were all alone they decided to slam each other at the same time. The only difference was that The gifter' was to get the stronger slam and Logan a milder slam do that he will be able to top. 'The gifter' sucked Logan's cock to it's full harness, threw his legs back and guided Logan's cock inside his hole. They then administered slams to each other right before Logan began fucking him right before the tourniquets were pulled off. 'The gifter' coughed out hard as Logan pounded away. Logan was so used to Tina and slamming the he didn't cough but surly felt a mild rush as he worked to his first orgasm in weeks. With the Tina I his body as he began to feel his balls beginning to boil he knew he wouldn't last that long. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't hold back any longer. Logan began to moan as he reached the point of no return and screamed out as he shot a huge load inside 'the gifter's' ass. 'The gifter' leaned up and kissed Logan thanking him for the recharge. 'The boss' and his followers came into the bedroom. They quickly gave both teens fresh slams sending 'the gifter' into a high he never had experienced before and sending Logan into orbit to join 'the gifter'. They then spent the next few days using the boys.