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So today I hooked up with 3 guys. Not bad for a married man. My wife is a heavy sleeper so I was looking online for a guy early this morning like 1:00 a.m. . I found a guy that I had played with before, Young, black, poz, bareback. He invited me to his place 15 minutes away and we had quite a rough and raw session. It ended with him cuming in my ass and when I cleaned off his cock, he rubbed it all over my face. So I drove home and got home around 3:00 a.m. and the wife was still asleep. Next, on Wednesday mornings my wife goes out with some friends including lunch so I made arrangements to go to my really hot buddy's house. White guy with a 9 inch and thick cock. He fucked me raw for 2 hours straight. He came really deep in me. Then I came home and did some things around the house to make it look like I was working here all day. Then this afternoon I was on an app again and saw a guy I've been talking with wanting to get together with. He says he's dom and likes the top and fuck raw. So I chatted with him again and he invited me over. After I worshiped his cock and edged him, he flipped me over and pounded my ass then he came deep in me. I felt at least 12 pulses of his cock in me loading me up. He said that he shoots huge loads when he's edged. We will definitely get together again soon. Not bad for an older married guy!

Chapter22: Extra Pepperoni? Afterwards Sir suggested we relax some, and order a pizza. Sir ordered a pizza and then got between us, playing with our newly shaved balls and cocks. The pizza boy delivered, and I answered the door naked. The pizza boy wasn't suprised as he knew the motel was a hookup place for both straight and gay guys. He'd seen both many times while delivering and always had a piece of paper with his name and number on it. It said to text him, and remind him what room he met them in. The pizza boy said they didn't have to order extra Pepperoni as there was already plenty in the room! Sir told him to come over and pull his cock out for his tip. Sir put the pizza near the bed, Sir started sucking his 8 inch cock, but rather than having him shoot his load down his mouth, to shoot it on the pizza. The pizza boy came quickly, and dropped a huge load onto the pizza. Sir gave him his BBRTS name, and told him to look him up. Sir also said that if he had any locked pics to unlock them, and if not to add some, both frontal and back. The trio finished their pizza, and Sir was about to put the poz porn back on. He told the boys that he wanted to have a conversation with them first though. He looked at the trick and explained that the biohazard symbol did indeed mean that the person is positive, but doesn't mean they have Aids. He explained that they had HIV that can possibly lead to AIDS if not medicated. Sir continued by saying that guys that are positive could be undetectable which meant they were on meds and couldn't transmit HIV. Sir told us that we had to be careful on who we had sex with. He added that even if we were careful, we could still get HIV. Sir explained that the best way to prevent that was by taking Prep, however that wouldn't prevent STIs. Sir explained that there are many toxic guys out there who like to stealth negative guys that they fuck without either disclosing their status, or lying about it, just adding another guy that they've infected to put another notch on their belt. Sir added that they may even see guys with tick marks around their tats indicating the number they have infected. The trick asked Sir how he knew so much about being poz, and Sir said he was owned when he was their age, and had a rough yet caring Master, like he was, that taught him the ropes just as he was doing for us. The trick asked if Sir had any regrets on being owned, and Sir said yes as his Master issued strict punishment when he didn't follow the rules. Sir said as a Master he is firm, however he would never beat a slave until he bruised them like his Master did. Sir then told them he wanted to show them. It was a video his Master had shown him, and passed along to him. Sir warned us that the video was quite graphic, and if too much for either of us to say, and he'd stop it.

Chapter 24: Sirs Master Part 2. Sirs Master then released him from the cross, only to take advantage of his other side. Once secured to the cross, he was flogged on his back until welts were visible. After that, his Master retrieved a granite paddle and instructed him to count each paddling and ask for another. The first hit was extreme, not where one would expect to begin, but end with, yet his Master hit his ass even harder each time. On the count of 20, his Masters cock was hard and dripping pre cum and he was ready to fuck him hard. His Master wiped the precum from his cock, putting his fingers just out of reach of my Sirs lips. Of course his Master denied him from tasting it, but sucked his own fingers clean. When he finished he said nothing tastes better then highly toxic cum. His Master then shoved his 11 inch cock into him all the way to the base, showing him no mercy. He didn't stop to let my Sir adjust to his cock. He immediately started thrusting, pulling completely out of his ass, and going in deep again. Sirs Master was very verbal and before he shot deep in him told him to take his dirty load, and start his journey to become a dump for others to enjoy, and collect their loads to mix strains creating a super bug like he had.

So this happened a few weeks back, I was out late from work and having to walk home as I missed the last bus. Was walking though a rough place when I met with this big dude, he was clearly checking me out in my work clothes and asked me, “hey you delivering?” He asked (I was wearing my dominos uniform) I grinned and said “no sorry but what do you need and I can get it?” Winking he smirked and asked if I liked extra sausage, it was so corny but he was so built I couldn’t resist and just nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him into a side alleyway. he pushed my shirt up on my head but not off covering my sight and started sucking on my nipples while he undid my belt pulling my trousers and underwear done leaving me naked and blind, he kissed down my body to my cock taking it in sucking me rough and hard. His hands rubbing my body but pulled off when I went to take my shirt off and told me to leave it on, so I did and he went back to sucking me off, his finger finding my hole pushing in hard to his knuckle finger fucking me as he sucked and licked my cock head, I can remember moaning loudly as I came into his mouth, he held my cock in his mouth milking the last drops before he got up pushing me to my knees a cock pressing against my mouth, I didn’t hesitate to take his cock in my mouth and suck it, it felt long and thin maybe 6inches and cut, I sucked him for a time before he pulled out and I heard him move round me and put his wet cock head against my hole and asked me, wanna back out? I just whimpered out a fuck me, and he pushed in deep before I realised the voice came from ahead of me not behind, then I felt a larger cock on my lips pushing in he was rougher and much like the guy I met I realised why I was blinded and was loving it. before long both guys were fucking my holes hard but the guy on my mouth was rougher and stopped a lot I was just gagging on his cock a lot as he left it in my throat. When I felt the wet feel in my ass I knew the unknown guy just came he slapped my butt and left not a word. The original guy pulled my shirt off and put me on my back on a bin before lining his cock with my ass and plunged in hard, I almost screamed from the pain but he kissed me silencing me until I got use to his size. He fucked me hard and didn’t let up until he unloaded in my ass just his cock through his fly. after he told me he would have to order pizza more and left, I went to get dressed and realised my underwear was gone and my shirt was covered in cum and ass juices, so I had to walk home commando and wearing the shirt the smell of my ass and their cum in my nose the whole way home.

Chapter 23: Sirs Master Sirs Master was your old school leather Master. In the video he was wearing a leather harness, a traditional leather Sirs hat, heavily tattooed and smoking a cigar. Sirs Master had amazingly long and thick pierced nipples, obviously from years of training. He wore a leather cock ring around his 11 inch uncut beer can thick cock. His amazing cock also had a zero gage round PA in it. Sirs Master was one of those who enjoyed inflicting pain on others rather than just breeding them. That being said, when he did fuck someone it would always be dry, deep and without fingering or eating their hole first. The video started with Sirs Master securing him to a St Andrew's Cross and torturing his nipples by first attaching nipple claps to him, and screwing them down until Sir was obviously in pain. It only got worse with his Master pulling on them. Once his Master pull the clamps off of him, youbl instantly could tell how painful it was for him. His Master didn't care though, and started slapping his nipples hardly. When Sirs pecs were bright red from being slapped his Master put nipple suckers on them. His Master went a little lower and then tied off his balls with rope. His Master then began to slap and punch his balls, and ended with kneeing them a time or two. Sir then took off the nipple suckers and proceeded to put clothes pins on them, and down his entire body, including on his cock and balls. His Master then retrieved a bull whip, cracking it on the floor. He told my Sir that he needed target practice. His Master intentionly missed several times whipping him on his side where no clothes pins were. His Master was in complete bliss when he got down to Sirs cock and balls. He told Sir he had no use for either his cock or balls as he was made to be a cum dump used only for men's pleasure. Once he was done abusing his balls, his Master retrieved a flogger, and flogged his entire body, until it was a bright red. Honestly I had seen enough seeing my Sir abused like that, but the trick was extremely aroused. Sir noticed and immediately put a cock cage on him so that he couldn't pleasure himself.

You're exactly right. We don't know the facts. I doubt that Grindr is buying the tests and distributing them on its own. It is probably working with a manufacturer who is covering much of the cost. Maybe the manufacturer is doing this as part of a US marketing effort, or the tests haven't received approval outside the US. Or, the program is fully or partially funded with US grant money that has restrictions. And, as you pointed out, international shipment of medical products has its own complications. One can't blame Grindr for not wanting to research and conform to the importation requirements of dozens of countries.

Chapter 21: The Barber of Sexville Sir stopped the video and questioned me about it. I said I'd like to shave the tricks ass and cock. Sir reminded the boys that whatever one wanted, both would receive. I was already pretty smooth, but the trick had a thick bush, and fairly hairy hole. Sir didn't like flossing with pubes, and agreed that he could use a shave. Sir went to retrieve a pair of clippers and a straight edge and shaving cream. He told us to jack each other off, but not to cum. When Sir returned, he told the trick to lay spread eagle on the bed. Sir told me to get off of the bed, but to watch closely. Sir then attached restraints to the tricks legs and arms so as he wouldn't move while being shaved. Sir began with the clippers producing a huge pile of hair. He then lathered up the tricks crotch, warning him not to move. Sir placed a tight rubber cock ring close to the base of the tricks cock and shaved his crotch completely smooth. Sir did not shave his balls, but had plans for them later. He then splashed some after shave on his crotch making him shudder.Sir then released the trick and instructed him to get on his stomach and restrained him again. Sir then told me I was going to shave the tricks ass. He told me to shave his fuzzy buns first, but he would pull them apart so that i could lightly shave his hole. I was a bit nervous, yet excited. Sir told us he had another somewhat dull straight edge, which he retrieved. Sir lightly put shaving cream on the tricks hole, and instructed his boy how to proceed. Sirs boy did an amazing job without even a nick! Sir then instructed his boy to lay spread eagle on his back, and restrained him. Sir told the trick he was going to shave me next. He explained how to do it, starting at his cock and shaving away from it. The trick was hesitant to shave my balls, and Sir said that was OK as he had a waxing kit for that. Sir told me this was going to hurt like hell, and he put a ball gag in my mouth. Sir first put a small amount of waxing paper on my arm, so that I wouldn't be totally suprised when he put in on my balls. I winced some when Sir ripped the paper from my arm. The ball gag wasn't really needed then, but Sir knew it would be for my balls. Sir then put the first piece of waxing paper on my boys balls and told the trick to pull it off quickly and forcefully. I grimaced in pain, as Sir knew i would. Sir placed the paper on my nut sack 3 or 4 more times, and alternated with the trick pulling it off. Once my balls were completely free of hair, Sir instructed the trick to gently start sucking my balls. First one at a time, and then both in his mouth. Sir could tell I was about to cum and told the trick to suck his cock, and take his load down his throat. Sir then told the trick it was time to get his balls waxed. He seemed a bit worried, and Sir asked me how it felt. I said I wasn't going to lie, it hurt like hell, but having them sucked on after made it feel better, and the load he shot after was the biggest strongest load he thought he ever shot. The trick assumed his spread eagle position as I did, and the scene played out exactly as it did with Sir and I. The trick didn't need the ball gag, as apparently he had a high threshold for pain based upon our experience with the nipple clamps, having his foreskin chewed on and taking Sirs cock like a champ. I could see Sirs mind racing, knowing that the trick would be handled roughly the rest of the night!

As Bishop Jacob penetrated my cum filled high school linebacker hole, he graciously asked me, “Michael, will you accept your brothers in Christ in their deepest sin?” He was so kind. Seriously, he hadn’t even pushed the full head of his dick inside me before he asked. I mean, his big muscular body was right there in front of the weightlifting bench I sat on, kneeling. yeah, his mask was still on, which I have to say was super cool. I don’t know where his loincloth was, but that was okay. Bishop Jacob didn’t need to wear a loincloth with us. Like he said, we were son’s of Adam. So of course Bishop Jacob could share his sin with me. With my back against the long bench top, I pulled my thick legs up with my hands, exposing my young dirty hole. “Yes, Bishop. I will take all my brother’s sins,” Bishop Jacob smirked as his more than ample dick thrust up inside my young ass. “Penitent Michael, you are very robust and healthy.” he said with a kind smile. I felt a rush of warmth. This was Bishop Jacob! Man! He was so jacked, so muscular, such an impressive masculine specimen. He was telling ME that I was robust and healthy. Oh man, I was so lucky. I pulled my big legs up further so he could fuck me deeper. I was here to take his sin, and damn… he really had to give me all of it or I was not doing my my job. “Bishop Jacob, please let me take you.” I said eagerly as he thrust into me. “Penitent Michael, my sin is greater than you have seen before. Even greater than Elder Robert. Would you accept such sin? I would not burden you if you cannot bear the weight, “. Bishop Jacob breathed as he pushed into me with his full, heavy manhood. But I was 18, I was ready, I could take the mantle of what the church required. I know my burden was the full weight that Christ bore for mankind. “Yes!! yes!!! I will accept your sin, Bishop Jacob, as Penitent Brian has before me, I will take your burden, may you live relieved.” I cried out. I felt Bishoip Jacob thrust for ten seconds more. “Take it…take the sin. You are annointed in Christ.” He gasped thrusting deeply into me, and I felt a warm fullness. I opened my eyes and saw Brian smiling across from me. I felt so lucky that Bishop Jacob was anointing me personally with his holy fluid. I was interrupted in my holy reverence by his stupid jock commentary. “DUDE, Isn’t this the best!!!!???” Of course, he’d just got fucked by his dad, an elder, AFTER BISHOP JACOB’S HOLY SEED, but I wasn’t going to utter a single complaint. I had to smile too. “I’m annointed.” I said. “Me too! Bishop Jacob annointed me too!” Brian laughed. “Dude, we’re unstoppable!!!!!” Damn, Brian was just incredible. He was so amazing. I know when my team met his at state we would lose, but that was okay. As Brian’s dad put his robe back on I watched Brian reach back and stick a finger in his ass. “Oh man, Mike, I have so much seed inside me. Did you get a lot too?” He asked. I reached down and put a finger inside myself like Brian had done. I was sore down there, but I felt a warm, soupy slop about half a finger in. “Oh yeah.” I agreed, going a little deeper. “Wow. That’s so cool.” Atter the ceremony we were all brought back to the dark, candlelit room where we once again knelt in our jockstraps. I looked around and saw Danny Lopez, and the twins Tim and Frank Dexter. They were smiling, just like Brian and me. “You may not speak of this sacred ceremony to anyone outside of this room.” Bishop Jacob said. “If you are very fortunate, in one week, or two, the Holy Spirit will enter you. You must tell an Elder immediately when you feel it happening.” I prayed that the Holy Spirit would take me. I felt strong. ************ Two weeks later, neither Brian nor I had felt the Holy Spirit. I was so disappointed, because Danny Lopez got the Holy Spirit and Frank Dexter did too. Even now they were in the Temple Sanctum receiving the rites. I was over at Brian’s house commiserating with him about our bad luck. “Dude, what if we never get the Holy Spirit?” I asked him for the fifth time. He looked up from his homework with a scowl. “Mike, bro… just stop worrying about it.” He brushed his long wavy hair back from his face. “Maybe we’re not sinful enough.” I sighed. “Why should the Holy Spirit bother wasting its time on us?” He pointed one of his big fingers at me. “That’s bullshit.” He said in his deep voice. Brian would always utter profanities when he was frustrated. Not me though. Sure, I thought them, which was bad enough, but speaking them out loud was a whole different level. But Brian was way more confident than I was. “Of course we’re not sinful and you know Elder Peter said that is not the way. We are not to seek out sin, that when the Lord has need of us, sin will appear before us and only then can we help the sinners.” I should my head. “But that’s what I mean! All we do is go to school, come home, go to Temple. How are we supposed to take sin from the world if we never see any?” Now that made Brian raise his dark, perfect eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s a problem, isn’t it?” He raked his hair back again and shrugged. “Maybe we could go out and share the word with others, like the Missionaries do.” “But, we’re not supposed to until we become consecrated in the Temple.” I said. “We’re not Missionaries yet.” “Yeah, I know.” My big friend replied. “We gotta do something though, right?” I couldn’t argue with his logic. I just shrugged and nodded. “Meet me after practice tomorrow. Catch the bus to my school, and we’ll walk home. If the Lord provides, we have to listen, right?” He asked. Brian always knew how to work out a problem. I smiled, feeling better. “That’s right, Bri! Okay, let’s do it!” ***************** I was antsy and nervous during practice. I told my parents that I was meeting Brian after school and I’d be home for dinner at 7:00. As we walked through the neighborhood by Brian’s school, we knocked on doors. We didn’t get a single answer. “I guess no one is home from work yet.” I said as we walked up the sidewalk to the 13th house. That was okay. Like Brian said, if we were meant to serve He would show us. Brian rang the door bell and we stood side by side. I tried not to be nervous so I made sure my black tie and white shirt were in place. Brian and I had put on our best clothes to look like the Missionaries that we were trying to be. The door opened and a somewhat muscular man with short brown hair answered. “Oh hell no.” He said and slammed the door shut immediately. “Brian, did you see that?” I asked. “He was naked! And he had tattoos all over.” The man hadn’t worn a single stitch of clothing to answer the door. “Yeah, bro. He’s a sinner for sure. This is it, man. We have to try harder.” Brian said with confidence. He rang the doorbell again. The door jerked back open after a few seconds. The man stood there fully exposed in the open door, scowling. “I don’t have time for your bullshit.” He said. “I’m working. I don’t want to hear about God, or being saved, or the Kingdom of Heaven. Go bug someone else.” He started moving back to shut the door. Inspiration hit me. “We’re here to help. Put us to work.” I said, proud of my cleverness. “Really?” The man smirked, stopping. He leaned his elbow against the door jamb and crossed one ankle over the other. I couldn’t help but notice his penis was hard and wet. “What would you do?” Brian smiled. “Anything you need, really. We’re out in the community to serve.” The man’s smile widened. “Oh anything?” “Yes sir! We’re young and strong. We can do whatever you need us to do.” I replied, attempting to mimic Brian’s confidence. This is what it was all about, reaching the sinners, showing them a better way through our actions when words would not work. The man moved back from the doorway. “Then by all means, come in.” Brian moved first, and I followed. Oh man, this was it, and my stomach was doing flip flops. I knew Brian had to be just as nervous, but you would never be able to tell. We both outsized the man by a good bit, Brian with his huge shoulders at 6’4” and me only slightly smaller at 6’3”, so the man had to be just under 6 foot tall, and about 50 pounds lighter than our meaty 240+ pounds. The man looked to be about 30 years old, and handsome in the way some old men were. We followed the man down a hallway to one of the bedrooms which was very well lit with a few lights that were mounted on stands pointing at a small couch covered in fabric. “Why don’t you two have a seat.” He said, moving over behind a video camera. “Let’s just get some preliminary stuff out of the way. State your names, and your age.” “I’m Mike Robertson, and I just turned 18 two weeks ago.” I said, smiling. “I’m Brian Gallegos, and I just turned 18 three weeks ago.” Brian followed. “And what brings you here today?” The man asked. “We were out in the neighborhood to serve the community for God, sir.” Brian answered, sitting up with a proud forward thrust of his muscular chest. “Well that’s nice.” The man replied conversationally. “And how are you serving the community today?” “We’re here to help you with your work, sir.” I answered. “Yes you are. See, it’s just pure luck that my scheduled model chickened out today. I was going to do some solo content instead and that’s what you caught me in the middle of by knocking on my door. So today, you’ll be my models. Is that okay?” He asked. I looked at Brian. “Models?” He said, shocked. “You want us to be models?” “That’s right. My subscribers love to see pure, wholesome good looking young men like you.” I couldn’t believe our luck. Brian was definitely handsome enough to be a model, and I wasn’t ugly by any stretch. “Is that something you’re willing to do?” The man asked. “For legal purposes, I have to hear you agree explicitly.” “Yes!” Both Brian and I said in unison. “Excellent. Now, what do you two do for work?” He asked. “My viewers would like to get to know you a little bit. I have a feeling you’ll be very popular.” “We don’t have jobs.” Brian answered. “We’re still in school, and after we graduate we’ll get sent on our Mission.” “Are you excited about that?” The man asked. “Wait, still in school?” I nodded. “I go to West Campus High, and Brian goes to Reagan High. We play football, and with schoolwork that doesn’t leave a lot of time for a job.” “And you’re both 18 years old? I have to confirm that. Can you tell me your birthdates?” So Brian and I rattled off our birthdays. “What position do you boys play?” He asked. “We’re both linebackers.” Brian answered. “We play defense.” “Nice, I bet you’re really good. You definitely have the size. Why don’t you stand up and do a flex pose.” the man said as his hand went down to stroke his large penis. I could understand, he was a sinner, that’s what sinners do, they touch themselves. Brian and I stood up, and did a double bicep pose, side by side, which of course pulled our shirts up out of our belted waistbands. “How about you take off your shirts, so we can see who’s bigger?” This was what modeling was all about. I grinned at Brian who seemed just as eager. We took off our shirts and ties and laid them carefully on our bags. “Now, same pose, and smile.” We smiled as the man moved to another camera and the flash went off. “Excellent. You two are naturals. Very photogenic. Usually models need makeup and a lot of coaching. It’s nice to work with two young men that are natural professionals.” My heart sped up and I looked over to Brian. “This could be our big break, Bri!” I said. Brian’s smile fell. “Don’t be prideful Mike. Besides, that’s not why we’re here. If it happens, that’s what the Lord wills. But don’t lose our purpose. We’re here to help this sinner.” He said all of this in a whisper. “Okay, turn to face each other, same pose. Get closer. Closer. Get right up in each other’s face, like two MMA fighters.” The man prompted. Brian was right, he always was. I know what the man was asking for, we’d seen the face-offs they did just after the weigh-ins. I moved forward and leaned against Brian, touching my nose to his, our lips just a half inch apart, staring into his eyes with a serious intent. “Mike, move your elbow out a little, so we can see your faces…yes, like that, perfect. Hold it there.” Brian and I breathed into each others’ face while the man snapped more pictures. “Okay, relax.” He said, moving back over to the video camera. “It’s too bad you don’t have your sports gear.” He said, looking down at the screen. “All I have is my jock and socks in my bag, have to wash them.” I said. “Yeah, me too.” Brian said. “How about we get some shots of that then? I think you’re both more the sports model type.” That made sense. Brian thought so too because he reached down to unzip his bag while I did the same. We stood up with our jocks and looked around. “It’s okay to change here.” The man said, obviously understanding our unspoken question. “there’ll be a lot of footage today that we can’t use, that’s what casting interviews are for.” Brian and I quickly took off our shoes, socks, pants and underwear and started to put on our jocks. “Let’s put your socks on first.” The man directed. “Actually, Mike, why don’t you dress Brian.” So I knelt down on one knee in front of Brian and he handed me his socks. “Brian, shift your weight to your left leg, hip out. Hold your jock in your left hand. I need a grin while you look down at Mike. Flex the muscles on your left leg. Mike, start putting Brian’s sock on and then look up at his face. That’s perfect! You’re doing great. Arch your back a little, a little more…there.” This modeling stuff was really easy. I didn’t even mind Brian’s junk right in my face. That wouldn’t have been professional. I could feel the cold air breezing over my sin hole, and I hoped it being exposed like that wouldn’t ruin the shot. I’m sure the camera could see right up inside my guts. “Now shift over to your right leg, Brian, and place your left foot on Mike’s leg, like you’re a Roman conqueror.” That made Brian’s grin widen. “Brian, can you put your hand under Mike’s chin, like you’re lifting his face up to look at you? Yes, good, hold that pose.” “I’m going to get a close up. Mike, open your lips just slightly while you look at Brian. He’s your hero, okay? He’s proven he’s stronger, and you are completely enthralled.” This guy was good, he knew how to make what would probably be just a stupid picture into true art. So, even though Brian’s penis was an inch from my mouth, I did my best. I made sure to lick my lips a bit so they weren’t dry while I put on my best face of adoration to my hero. That wasn’t hard to do, Brian was absolutely amazing. “Perfect, wow, you two … I’ve never worked with better models.” The man said. “You’ve take a classic pose from a Master like Michaelangelo and made it even better!” “Okay finish getting dressed, then we’ll do some bodybuilding poses.” Brian and I quickly threw on our jocks, and made sure our football socks were pulled up over our calves. After ten minutes of various poses in our jockstraps, some of them with Brian and I play wrestling, the man told us to sit back down on the couch. He should probably get a new couch, there were all sorts of stains on it. “Oh, Brian, I dropped a pen behind the couch there this morning, could you get it for me?” The man asked. “Yeah, sure.” Brian answered immediately, then he turned around and knelt on the couch to climb up and reach over the back. I stopped myself from laughing. His legs were spread out and there was his smooth, hairless sin hole pointing right at everyone. “Just mooning the whole world.” I snickered. The man laughed. “Well, go ahead and moon the whole world too, might as well.” He said. I laughed and mirrored Brian’s position, making sure my cheeks were spread wide open like his. “Why don’t you give Brian a smack on the ass?” The man said. So I did. I looked over at him and grinned. He laughed and smacked me back. “Good, sit back down. Did you find the pen, Brian?” He asked. “It must have rolled under. I couldn’t see it.” Brian said. “I’ll have to get another one. Okay, any questions you want to ask?” The naked man asked. I raised my hand. “Go ahead, Mike.” “You have a lot of tattoos. Did they hurt?” I asked. “Some of them. Most don’t though, it depends on what part of the body.” He answered. I decided to just go ahead. “The one that goes down your stomach to your penis. Did that one hurt?” “The scorpion? Yeah, that one hurt a little. It’s very sensitive down there.” He answered. I liked his honesty. I’d never get a tattoo, they were forbidden. Marking yourself was sinful. “Why a scorpion?” Brian chimed in. The man hesitated. “This tattoo is something you get when you join a very special brotherhood. It’s not for everyone. It symbolizes how the scorpion injects its prey with venom.” That sounded very cultish and sinful. So I just said it. “That sounds cultish and sinful.” The man smiled. “Oh yeah, it’s VERY cultish and sinful.” Brian looked at me and I knew just what he was thinking. “Are you part of that brotherhood?” He asked the man. The man came out from behind the video camera. “Answers require payment. For this answer, you have to touch the scorpion. Both of you.” He walked over beside us and stood there looking down. Brian reached out first and ran his hand down the man’s stomach, then onto his penis, which was a good 8 inches long. He as always more daring than I was. After Brian was done, I reached out. I was surprised that the tattoo wasn’t rough, it felt just like regular skin. I don’t know why I had always thought tattoos would be like tree bark. I slowly felt my way down until my hand covered his now hard penis. But my hands were big enough, of course, at my size, and I could wrap my fist entirely around its girth. I looked up at him to see him smiling. He had nice muscles even if they were all covered with tattoos. “It feels normal.” I said, continuing to run my hand over the entire tattoo from his shaft up to his navel. “I could tell you the secret, but you have to pay first.” He said. I looked over at Brian, who nodded with a serious look. I looked back up. “Okay.” I said. He looked indecisive. “Have either of you had sex before?” I shook my head. Brian spoke up. “No, we are saving ourselves for marriage, for our wives.” “Well, the payment for the secret might be difficult for you. Each of you must take my penis in your mouth all the way down. The scorpion’s tail has to be fully covered by your lips. Can you do that? You don’t have to, and I won’t force you.” “Mike, we have to. This is the sin we were sent here to take.” Brian said from behind me. “It’s not wrong if the Lord sent us here.” Again, I couldn’t argue with Brian’s logic. And if we did it together we’d be helping each other, as well as this sinner. I nodded up to the man. “Okay, you first. You have to let it into your throat.” he grasped my chin in his hand and signaled for me to open up my mouth. I did and felt his warm, thick member push inside. He got about halfway and I gagged, but he held me there. “Easy. Easy. Relax. Relax your jaw.” I had a couple tears rolling down my face from gagging, but I knew I could do this. I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed forward. I was thankful that the man shaved his private parts so I didn’t have to bury my face in his pubes. “Almost there.” He said pulling my head forward. I felt my the tightness in my throat give and the last few inches sunk in all the way as he pressed his abdomen firmly against my nose. I chukked suddenly and pulled off, my thick saliva dripping over my chin. “You did really good. I think you’re right, you were sent here for this purpose. How else could you do something that difficult?” The main praised. I tried not to feel proud, but it did feel like everything about today was meant to happen, and it was not difficult at all, even the casting photo shoot was easy. “Now your turn, big Brian. Remember, both of you have to complete this task, or I can’t tell you the secret.” “I wasn’t going to chicken out.” Brian said. “If Mike can do it, I can.” And Brian put his money where his mouth was..or I guess it was the other way around. Hah. It sure was something watching that pretty big penis stretch out Brian’s lips as it slid in. Brian hadn’t even wiped my spit off of it, so I guess that helped. Brian didn’t gag at all, and the man’s penis sunk all the way to his testicles, looking like a snake crawling inside a hole. And because Brian was a show off, he winked at me and pulled off then went back down a couple more times, all the way from tip to root. He finished with a noisy slurp and a grin. “Told ya, I’m better than you at almost everything.” Yeah, Brian was always right. But I wasn’t jealous, it was true. It was one of the reasons I looked up to him. He got offered a scholarship at A&M a week before I was offered mine. He had more tackles, more sacks, more interceptions, more yards. He was a beast on the field, and off. If I made an A he made an A+. The man looked at Brian with a curious smile. “Well, a promise is a promise. Like the scorpion, I have a venom I inject. Have you heard the story of the Frog and the Scorpion trying to cross the river?” I shook my head. “Well, one day a scorpion was walking around, looking for prey. He was very hungry, and he came to a river. Well, scorpions don’t swim, and he knew he would drown, but there wasn’t anything for him to eat on this side. He had to get across. He noticed a frog sitting in the mud nearby and said ‘Mr Frog, will you take me across the river?’ And the frog said ‘No, you’ll sting me and I’ll become your prey.’ The scorpion shook his head emphatically and said ‘no, I wouldn’t do that. I promise. I just need to get across, then you can go on your way.’ The frog thought about it, and said ‘okay, but please don’t sting me.’ And he let the scorpion climb up on his back and they set out across the river. They had gone halfway when the frog felt a burning stick into his back. ‘Why did you sting me?’ The frog cried. ‘Now I will die and you will drown.’ The scorpion just shrugged and said ‘I know, but it’s my nature.’ And the river carried them both away.” I looked across the man’s still hard and wet penis at Brian, who was looking strangely at the scorpion tattoo. Of course he figured it out before I did. “Your dick is the scorpion’s stinger?” He asked. The man reached out and stroked Brian’s long hair. “Yes, that’s the secret. My cum is a poison that I give to others, especially little frogs like you two. It’s my nature.” Brian looked at me and I saw it in his eyes before he said it. “We are pure, and if that’s what you want, we can take this sin from you.” It felt right, just like the night of our manhood ceremony. “We are supposed to take the sin of the world, from sinners like you so that you can get rid of it and be pure too.” I agreed. The man shook his head. “Is that what you think will happen? I’m not on meds, and have a pretty high viral load. You want my dirty poz cum inside you?” Brian nodded. He always set such a good example for all the rest of us, never shying away from the more difficult tasks, the first to step up. “Say yes, you want my dirty poz cum in your tight jock boy ass.” The man said aggressively. “Yes sir, I want your dirty poz cum in my tight jock boy ass.” Brian repeated with a glazed look in his eyes. Oh man, my best friend was going to do the Lord’s work with everything he had. If this didn’t bring the Holy Spirit to him, I don’t know what would. I saw a bead of clear liquid drop from the slit in the head of the man’s penis when it jumped at Brian’s words. “Mike, why don’t you grab the video camera?” he said. “Brian, lay back on the couch and pull your legs up.” I went to get the camera off it’s tripod and came over to them. By the time I came back over, Brian was leaned back and had his hands hooked behind his knees with his legs spread. His jockstrap pouch seemed to be straining to hold back his big testicles and large penis. Brian had a penis like his dad, super thick and kinda long. “Okay Mike, focus on Brian’s face first, then slowly bring the camera down to his ass.” This was definitely a sin. Wow, we were right in the middle of it, right where we needed to be to do our God given task. “This was a good call, buddy.” I encouraged Brian. “I’m so glad I let you talk me into this.” I saw Brian nod in the viewfinder. “Like I said Mike, you and me, we make a great team.” I pulled in tight on Brian’s dirty hole, where sin went, and where it left. He was hairless and smooth, and his hole was super tight. “Looking good, Bri.” I said. “Good thing I showered after practice.” He joked. “I didn’t know my ass was going to be the star of the show.” I laughed. Then the man moved up between Brian’s cheeks and rubbed his penis up and down Brian’s meaty, muscly crack, leaving behind a slimy trail of the fluid coming from the tip. The man stroked his penis once with tight fingers, forcing more of the liquid out of the tip which he rubbed directly onto Brian’s sin hole. “Man, he’s covering your sin hole with his poison, Bri. Do you feel anything yet?” I asked. “Nothing yet. It might take a bit.” Brian answered calmly. “That’s right, I’m going to fuck your tight little jock hole full of my poison seed, Brian. That’s what you want me to do, right?” “Yes sir. I need it. Give me as much as you can.” Brian’s manly, deep voice sounded so sure and definite. It didn’t sound so sure and definite when the man’s thick penis forced its way into my best friend. He grunted in a not so manly way. “Does it hurt, Bri?” I asked. “Fuck! Fuck yes it hurts!” He growled out through clenched teeth. “It feels like he’s ripping me apart.” “I might be.” The man said in a calm voice. “Do you want me to stop?” “No! Keep going.” Brian managed, trying to catch his breath. “Oooooooohhh, UNGH!” I couldn’t believe Brian was taking the man’s entire penis, but there it was on camera, sliding up my best friend’s stretched hole until you couldn’t see any part of the scorpion’s tail. The man began thrusting slowly, pulling all the way out and shoving it back in again, making Brian whine and moan in pain. “Nice. That feels so nice. Do you like how it feels, Brian?” The man asked. “Ungh, no, it’s awful.” Brian writhed, his head arching back with every deep ramming thrust. “Yeah? But it’s what you wanted, right?” “Yes, yes it’s what I want.” “So you like it when it hurts?” “No. I wish it didn’t, but I can take it.” “Good boy. It shouldn’t hurt so much pretty soon. It usually only hurts at first. Let me slow down.” And the tattooed man went slower, and not as deep every time. Soon, Brian wasn’t grunting with pain, and instead was just moaning a little bit as the man pushed up inside him. “Oh, man, it’s so deep.” he said. “It feels so huge.” “Your hole is so tight, Brian. Such a nice, tight, smooth straight boy jock hole. Do you like girls, Brian?” He asked. It seemed like a weird question. “Yeah. Mmmm. I like girls.” “Do you jack off to girls? Fantasize about them?” Brian’s body had relaxed, and I had pulled the focus out so I could get the man, Brian’s ass, and his body in the shot. Brian’s big meaty pecs were bouncing with each of the man’s deep thrusts. “I don’t touch myself, but I think about girls all the time. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.” Brian answered in a breathy, moaning voice. He sounded so different from the Brian I knew. “You’ve never jacked off?” “No, that would be sinful.” Brian said. “Only when I’m married, and my wife will take care of that need.” “Such a good boy.” The man said. “Well, I’m going to give the good boy his reward. Do you want me to cum inside you, Brian? I need to share my dirty seed with you.” Brian nodded, that fervent glazed look in his eyes. “Yes, yes pump your dirty seed inside me, sir. Don’t stop until you’ve shot all of it.” And I watched the man’s thrusts get faster as he prepared to let his poison semen flow up inside my friend. “Ungh, Mike, focus down on Brian’s ass, quick. I’m gonna cum.” And I did as he asked, making sure to get everything nice and centered just before the man pulled his penis out and a thick glob of white semen spat out onto Brian’s hole, then the man pushed his penis back inside all the way and stroked it in and out. I just knew Brian was pulling out all the dirty sin this man had in thick ropes of heavy poison seed, taking it into himself to purify it. Finally, after almost a minute the man stopped moving. “Okay Mike, stay right there, I’m going to pull out, and we’ll see how much I put in there.” I managed to nod while keeping the camera still. He slowly withdrew his still swollen penis until just the head remained, then it slipped out. Just behind it, Brian’s hole released a small river of the man’s seed, but then Brian clenched down and stopped the flow. The man took the camera from me. “Mike, go sit by Brian. Brian, keep your legs up like that.” So I sat in close to my best friend. He gave me a grin. “I did it, bro.” His handsome face said with a smile. I smiled back. “Mike, some of my cum fell out, could you reach down there and try to get as much of it back inside Brian as you can? He wanted all of it.” That was true. And Brian smiled. So I bent over his spread legs and looked down. By now I was a pro at knowing not to block the camera. So I reached down to the small pool of seed on the couch cushion and tried to scoop it up, getting most of it on my fingers. I brought it to Brian’s hole and tried to gently push it inside. “It’s okay Bro, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You can go in more.” Brian said. So I forced my two fingers into him and twisted them around. Then I pulled them back out and rubbed up the underside of his crack until I had another scoop and I pushed that in. Brian’s hole seemed to stay open a little as I did it, and I could see down inside him. He was pink inside, and deep, but I definitely saw a nice pool of dirty seed down there. “There’s a lot in there Brian.” I told him. He took his hands off his knees, but didn’t lower his legs. He reached up and raked his long hair back, flexing his muscles as he did it. “Reach down in there bro, see if you can get it to go deeper.” he said. I looked up at the man, who nodded. I pushed my two biggest fingers into my best friend and tried to work the seed in deeper, making my bro moan while he flexed his muscles. “Aw man, that actually feels good. It was all achey and sore, but that’s nice, bro.” “I got you, man.” I told him with a smile as I worked. After about 30 seconds, the man said “Okay, wow, you both did an incredible job today. Thanks for coming by.” I noticed the tattooed man had thrown on some baggy shorts and a tank top while I was taking care of Brian’s aches. I guess we were done. I looked at my watch, and it was only 5:15. Brian and I both got dressed again in our school clothes this time, not our church clothes. We wouldn’t be going to any more houses today. Brian turned to the man and held out his hand. “Thank you sir, for letting us share with you today. You’ve done a good thing for your soul.” Brian was always the one who knew the right thing to say. I was just gonna say ‘bye’. “Well, if you want to stop by tomorrow, I might have some friends who need you to help them. Would you want to do that?” The man asked. Brian looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Sir, that would be awesome!” he said. “We can be here at the same time. We’d love to minister to your friends.” As we were walking out the door and down the sidewalk Brian smacked me on the back. “Dude, that was amazing. I felt like I was doing the Lord’s work. This might be my calling.” I smiled. “You think so?” I asked. We just started. I had to admit though, I loved the modeling stuff. “Hey, what do you think he meant by ‘paws’. His ‘dirty paws seed’?” I asked. “No, Mike. Wow, that’s what you thought he was saying.” Brian broke out in a full laugh. “That’s hilarious. No man, his pa’s dirty seed. He’s like us. He probably had a ceremony just like we did, where we took my dad’s seed. His dirty Pa’s cum. Hey, you think his dad knows our dads?” Brian mused. Yeah, Brian was right, always right. I felt even better then. We hadn’t even done anything wrong because the man had probably been in our church at one time. Of course, the tattoos meant he had left, but we could still bring him back Into the fold.

PART 4 His standard email pinged on my screen "Oi Rapehole, its time" my stonach and arse clenched in the usual mix of fear and excitment. I opened the email expecting his usual demand to visit london within a fortnight but this email was different. "Oi Rapehole, its time Premierinn Ballymun, room 401 @ 6pm tonight walk in the room, strip and assume the position - NO TALKING!!! be there or im blocking you forever" HOLY SHIT - He's in Dublin!!!!! Normally I have at least a week to get my head in the right space to turn up and accept my ass-raping. Never with such short notice. I flew into a panic, so many coflicting thoughts flashing throuh my head - I need time to get mentally prepared - whats he doing in Dublin? - how long will it take to get there? - Am I ready for my ass to be raped again? - Its gonna hurt sooooo bad - remember last time!!! - wheres my ass-cleaning kit? - Are you seriously going to turn up at his hotel? - its gonna be so great to see his face again!!! almost on autopilot I began to get ready and by 5pm, to my own surprise, I was in the car heading towards his hotel. I parked in the underground carpark and paused, clutching the steeringwheel tightly like a life preserver trying to get my mind under control. If my arsehole could talk it would have been screaming at me "NO NO NO, PLEASE NOT AGAIN, PLEASE DONT, NO!!!" how could I refuse? what he was about to do was horrific, but the thought of never seeing him again, never having his seed inside me, never having his smiling face looking down at me, wiping tears from my eyes,telling me how proud he was of me and how happy he was to see me- THAT would be worse. this time felt different, previously I had been in my hotel room, ready and waiting. He would turn up (and do what we both needed) but this time I was literally walking towards my ass-raping which somehow made it feel worse (and twice as thrilling) I stopped outside the door - I could see it had been wedged so that I could just push the door open and walk in. My watch buzzed on my wrist to indicate it was 6pm. I've no idea why but a solitary tear ran down my cheek as I pushed the door open Inside was dark. the curtains were all pulled shut and the lights all turned off. the only illumination came from a faint light escaping from the cracks around the bathroom door. I assumed Dan was in there waiting for me. I pulled off my runners, teeshirt and trackies as quickly as I could and knelt on the bed. I grabbed the pillows and placed one under my tummy to help lift my arse up for him. the other one I clutched tightly and covered my face with I expected some warning from the bathroom door opening as he entered the room but clearly this was a deception and he had been in the room watching me from a dark corner. Next thing I knew his hands were on my hips and his dry cock was slammed halfway up my arsehole. I screamed into the pillow and tried to lunge forward away from the red hot agony that was his brutal cock but he had anticipated that and held on tightly. No Doubt my pulling away stopped him from getting ALL his cock inside me which clearly pissed him off as he began to fuck with brutal animalistic thrusts designed solely to cause pain and to tear my ring and insides. not a word had been spoken, the only sounds in the room were my muffled screams and his growling as he thrust deep inside me. I have to admit I was scared. this was the closest we had ever gotten to a real rape. Before there had always been that brief ritual of him spanking my ass and saying things like "this time you wont shit for a month" - words designed to intimidate but which perversely gave me comfort I tried to block out the pain and focus on trying to make his cock feel good so he would cum quicker. Suddenly without warning he grabbed me at the waist pulled me off the bed and threw me on the floor knocking the wind out of me. he fell on top of me and rammed his thick fuck-weapon balls deep up my shitter. i couldnt move or pull away at all and he went deeper than ever before i screamed loudly and he rewarded me with a punch to the back of the head. Dazed I lay there feeling his rock hard cock shredding my insides and distroying my inner ring, praying for him to shoot his dirty seed into me so this inital ordeal might end finally he sped up and I knew my first breeding was iminent. i tried to clench my spasming torn bunghole around his cock to make him feel good. At last I felt him lunge forward and shoot his seed. I am convinced he was so deep that his seed was planted past my inner ring - not good since I was depending on that cum as lube for the other fucks that would follow. He lay on top of me as he caught his breath. I lay underneath him sobbing quietly wondering how bad the damage was this time nothing had yet been spoken. he yanked his cock out of me and stood up. He spoke a single word "clean" I groped in the darkness for his cock which I immediately sucked clean, tasting that intoxicating mixture of his cum, my ass and blood. Finally i pulled off his cock and he turned on the light. There he was, naked with his beautiful sexy hairy body on display, thick cock ssowly softening and his handsome furry face smiling down at me. "great to see you slut. really glad you could make it. I knew you couldnt resist my dirty seed" he lifted me up and hugged me, we climbed up onto the bed and cuddled for 10-15 minutes as he explained he and some colleagues (including Tom) were sent over for a meeting with some engineering company here in Dublin. If things went well then he might be visiting regularly he then informed me that Tom and another of his colleagues would be joining us at 7 and take turns all night filling me with dirty cum. He asked if I was ok with that? I said I didnt think I could handle 3 blokes to which he shrugged and said "you will, one way or another" He then ordered me to clean his sweaty asshole while he relaxed and waiting for his friends to arrive. so now here I am, with my tongue deep inside his sweaty hairy shithole, my poor asshole on fire waiting for 2 other guys to arrive. I walked into this room knowing what would happen and now im waiting for 2 other guys to arrive instead of making a run for it - I cant deny Im still willing

Just another old story I found, not sure who wrote, but wish there was more. ========================================================= Keith stopped dead in his tracks. Two of the beefiest, sexiest bears were ambling down the street and they were causing his lust glands to go into overdrive. Big balls rolled lazily around in their crotches as they strolled along, their jeans snug enough to outline fat sausages, both pointing left. It was the summer of 2005 and a young and innocent Keith was visiting Palm Springs for the first time during Pride. Needless to say, the place was awash in Horny men of all types and ages. And of corse most of them had HIV. Kieth tried not to be so obvious but he was totally overcome with lust and desire, and he just had to see their butts. He was not disappointed. Both were full and firm and plump, like rock hard half moons covered in a layer of butter fat. He watched the up and down jiggle and daydreamed about man muff diving. Would they be hairy or smooth, pale or tanned? He was so lost in his day dream he hardly noticed the bears turn back. Keith snapped out of his daydream when one of the big bears wrapped a meaty paw around the hard on that was stretching Keith's trousers and gave it a squeeze. 'What have we here?' the big bear asked. 'S--So--Sorry.' Keith stammered. He looked around nervously to see if anyone could see what was happening, but the street was empty. 'You've got nothing to be sorry for.' the other bear said. 'That's one mighty fine piece of meat you got there.' Keith smiled and relaxed. 'You think so?' he asked. 'Absolutely.' the guy who had squeezed his cock replied. 'Want to come back to our place and fuck?' The bluntness of the Question floored the teenaged Keith as his cock throbed and leaked some precum. All too soon, Keith skipped along after the two hot studs. The one with the blue eyes was named Max, while the one with the sexy brown eyes went by the name of Cameron. He was now free to drink in the delicious sight of their big, beefy asses bouncing along as they walked in front of him, happy in the knowledge that soon he would be exploring those hot cracks. But Keith got a bit of a shock. As soon as they arrived home the bears led Keith into the garden and gave him a beer. He was sitting there, enjoying his beer, when suddenly they both whipped out their fat cocks and started hosing him down with their steaming piss. His clothes were soaked and he was about to protest when the feelings this new sensations caused started to get to him. The musk of the piss and the heat invaded his mind as he relaxed. He dimly heard Max grunt. “Fuck that’s a lot of hot POZ Piss on him, it looks good. Keith’s cock grew instantly hard when he heard that. He was about to ask if he had heard correctly when another stream of Piss started from the two bears. Like a stag in the rutting season, he lost himself in it and soon He whipped out his own cock and let their warm piss rain down on it as he pulled the heavy foreskin covered hood back. The warmth trickled over his sensitive cock and balls, driving him absolutely wild. Cameron finished first. His fat cock was still hanging out as he started to remove Keith's shoes and socks. Keith helped him get rid of his jeans and sat back down to catch the last of Max's flow. Both the men started to get hard now and Max pulled Keith to his feet and devoured his cock. In one swift movement it was buried to the root. Once more unable to say anything, Keith heard Max grunt. “Theres a good boy, feed your negative boy cock to my husband and your going to make him very happy.” He said as Cameron's fingers now probed Keith's crack, working some lube into his asshole. It was all happening too fast, and yet Keith felt powerless to stop it. He knew that both of them must be POZ now, he had read stories online and had jacked off thinking about it, but it was always just a fantasy. Now with two hot beefy bears next to him, he faced the reality of hot hot a cock infected with HIV was. Part of him wanted to explore they’re big, beautiful, hairy bodies. To sensually and slowly pleasure and be pleasured by them. But another part just wanted to be used by the big guys, wanted to give his body to their Infected dicks and become their toy. Cameron's flared mushroom cap of a cock rubbed against Keith's lubed up pucker and sent a shiver down the horny twink's spine. This was what it was all about, that first feel of an HIV infected cock on his assring. No matter how good dildos and vibrators were, nothing could beat a real live twitching, precum spitting bulging cock. Cameron took his time, rubbing his poison cock against Keith's pulsing asshole, slowly leaking slimy TOXIC discharge for a good five minutes before he began to slide in. Keith cried out in delight and lost his first load down Max's throat. “Theres a good boy, pump out your negative load and get read to take Daddies Pozitive Dick.” Max came off him with a smile. “Mmm yeah, negative cum always tastes so sweet and pure!” He said and licked his lips and watched his lover plow into Keith's sexy bubble butt. Cameron bent the younger man over one of the garden chairs and began to plow the boy much harder. “It is sweet, but he’s not going to be negative too much longer.” He grunted as his hand reached down to Keith's cock and found it was soon hard again so he started to stroke it. “Looks like our boy here is ok with that seeing how hard he is. That making your dick hard? Having an infected dick up your ass?” He said as Keith looked around for Max, hoping for another blow. Instead he saw the other bronze muscle bear lubing his ass. Max then spread a blanket on the picnic table and came and whispered in Cameron's ear. “How about we milk out his last negative load together, lets milk him together, my TOXIC ass and your TOXIC dick.” Max said with an evil grunt. Cameron licked his lips. “Fuck yeah, lets POZ him up together.” Cameron pulled out of Keith's ass and lay down on the table. Keith was at first disappointed to see Max go sit on Cameron's cock. But then Max lay down with his back to Cameron's stomach. 'Come over here neg boy stick your cock in my hole.’ Max told the boy. Keith, able to talk for the first time, was trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. ‘You guys are both really Positive aren’t you? You both have HIV?’ He said, staring at the hole of Max as if hypnotized. ‘Fuck yeah we are.’ Cameron said slowly sliding in and out of his partner in crime. ‘I got infected ten years ago, and then made sure Max joined me. We both been sharing our strain ever since then.’ He said as he grunted. Max, his ass up and enjoying the fuck gave a moan and spoke up as well. ‘Best thing that ever happen to us boy, no more fear or doubt or worries. So come over here and stick your dick in my POZ ass next to his POZ Dick, and lets see if you can join us as a POZ son!” He said as Keith watched, stroking his dick, a tiny voice told him this was a bad idea, that doing something os risky and dangerous was wrong, but before he could stop himself, his cock made the choice for him. Keith approached and gingerly started to slide his cock in alongside Cameron's fat sausage. How the hell could one asshole handle two cocks, Keith wondered. But then the blissful sensation of rubbing up along the length of Cameron's cock while enveloped by Max's hot ass overwhelmed him. His brain shut down. There was no time for idle thoughts now; all he wanted to do was fuck. It was like having a mutual jerk off, blowjob and fuck all at the same time. Keith closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stroked. Each stroke took him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on his strokes, counting them in a desperate attempt not to shoot. The two bears could see him fighting back the well of cum and orgasm building in his balls and in his brains. Suddenly Keith let out a moan and started shivering and he knew it was all over. He bit his lip and emptied his balls while his whole body seemed to convulse in orgasmic ecstasy as Max squeezed his ass. ‘Yeah boy! Empty your load into Daddy Max! Give me all that sweet untainted negative seed and let me milk you of every drop!” The bear grunted and squeezed more. Keith’s cock went limp but it was wedged in place by Cameron's cock. He tried to pull out, but Cameron wrapped an arm around him. ‘Oh no you don’t boy, time for this Daddy Bear to bath your dick in his infected juices!” He said and lunged forward. Keith’s whimpered and squirmed as his tender dick was now squeezed both by the axe and the throbbing cock mashed tightly against his own. Cameron grunted and snorted like a pig in heat as he pumped out surge after surge of his tainted DNA. Keith felt the seed squirting and mixing with his own, feeling as if he would pass out from the sensation. Eventually Camerons orgasm faded as he slowly churned his load up against Keiths. ‘WOO YAH! Nice big load of my INFECTED seed in your guts Max, nice tainted cum to baptist our new boys dick in some fresh POZ Spooge!’ He said as max kept his hole tight, not letting a drop leak out. ‘Fuck yeah, but you both shot your loads, it’s time for me to blast my INFECTED seed, and there’s only one place I wanna feel it go.” He said as he slowly began to get up. As he did, Cameron knowing what his partner had in mind, gently pulled Keith down on the towel, sliding his dripping dick out, but trying to make sure Keith still kept his in side. Soon Max was onto of Keith and looked down at the boy like a Predator ready to devour its Prey. ‘How do you feel boy? Your dick is in a POZ hole, marinating in POZ seed, most guys would be scared and running away, but your dick is already starting to get hard again” Max said, squeezing his ass around the cock still inside him. Keith whimpered and looked up at the bear dominating over him, smelling his stink of sweat and loving it. ‘I, I feel good, I should be scared, but, oh fuck, I want more.’ He said as he laid back on the towel, feeling the grass under it and the warm Pal Spring sun. ‘Thats what I want to hear boy’ Max said as he finally got up, letting the kids dick slid out. As he did, he pushed out a hefty load of the cum inside, letting it cover Keiths cock. Before Keith could think about it, Cameron came up and started stroking it, rubbing all the mixed seed around his cock and balls. Keith knew that half of the seed would be POZ and infected, but he was feeling too good to stop it and Cameron continued to stroke him rubbing the cum around, sliding his finger around Keiths mushroom head to make sure some got inside. As he did so, Max hefted the kids Legs up. ‘Here we go, POZ seed on you dick, and soon POZ seed up your guts boy. This is what you need now and we are going to give it to you!” He said as Max’s fat plump vein covered bear dick began to slowly slide over Keiths ass hole. Max moaned trying to resist the urge to slam in all at once. But he wanted Keith to enjoy and to make sure he felt pleasure from getting POZ dick and POZ cum. Cameron began to help by moving his hands to Keiths nipples and begin to slowly stroke and pull them. A moan quickly followed as the two Muscle bears grinned. ‘Looks like our new boy has his tits wired right to his dick. Going to be fun making him twitch as he takes his new Daddies cock.’ Cameron said, still cum on his hands that he used it on Keith nipples, swirling his fingers around the boys tits. ‘Fuck yeah, work those tits and I’ll work this ass’ Max said as he started to push in. He had spent close to five minutes gently anointing Keiths hole with his TOXIC discharge and had relaxed enough to finally gain entry. The fat tip of his cock pushed in first, Keith whimpered and tried to pull back for an instant as Cameron held him down. The pain passed quickly and soon Keith was moaning as the fat infected cock of the Muscle Bear Max was pushing deeper into his guts. ‘Feeling good boy?’ Said Max as he fucked slowly. ‘Oh fuck yes, ugh, yes Sir.’ ‘Call me Daddy Max’ ‘Yes Daddy Max, it feels so good inside me.’ ‘Yeah boy? You like having infected POZ dick up your boy hole?’ Max said, flexing his dick to make it throb, knowing it was nestled up against the boys prostate. Keith moaned instantly. ‘OH! Yes Daddy Max, I love it! Please fuck me!’ With the words said, Max pushed forward and soon punched his infected bear dick deep into the hunger hole of the now moaning Twink. The hole blossomed open, ready to accept it’s new role as a taker of infected seed. As Max worked his HIV Positive dick into the boys hole. Cameron had moved around and was stroking his own POZ cock back to hardness, slowly pushing it into Keiths face. The boy instinctively began trying to lick and suck on the tip as Cameron continued to pull on Keiths nipples, making him buck and moan. Soon Max was pushing harder inside and with a sudden shiver and gone all the way. ‘There we are, Balls deep, I can’t wait to fill his hole up. I think he has the makings of a beautiful new POZ Son for us. What do you Say Cameron?’ ‘I say I agree, He already has my INFECTED seed swimming down into his dick. Before the day is done I think we really will be making him pregnant. I have wanted a new POZ Son, make a family all joined by my Strain.” Cameron said as Keith let out a huge grunting moan. ‘What do you say boy? Ready to become our new POZ Son?’ Max said, his big hands caressing the trembling teenager. ‘Fuck I Feel so good, I want this, I want to get pozzed!’ Keith shouted as pushed back as far as he could on Max’s big positive cock. The two bears looked at each other and knew the time was right. Max started to fuck faster and wrapped his beefy arms around the boy in a massive tight hug. ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family.’

There’s great consensus in this thread of dislike of seeing Tops pull out to ejaculate. I definitely concur. Increasingly, though, I’m also growing weary of seeing bottoms instantly pushing out the loads dumped into them. It amounts to the same thing - wasting the load for the sake of showing it to the camera. If you want to prove to me that the Top didn’t fake his orgasm, give me a close-up of his face while he’s cumming. Give me a shot of his taint pumping. Let me see the pullout with a drop left on the end of his cock. Let me see the bottom’s hole glistening with cum. Let my mind do the rest. I don’t need to see the bottom empty himself out in a squirt of white, much less an impossible stream of fake cum. It just leaves me disappointed, with the sense of a ruined breeding. Plus, in my mind, it shows a deep disrespect for the Top who pumped the load. When a Top puts his load inside me, it stays where he put it. Out of the thousand+ men who have seeded me, I can count on one hand the number who have asked me to push it out.

When it comes to him...I'm just a warm flashlight! LOL.

Let’s see if he ends up fucking you’re raw and dirty. He knows you’re not gonna get pregnant. I wonder if more straight guys will figure it will be easier to get off in a gay guy than a pussy, especially in those red states.

Follow the money. There’s no such thing as a ‘free’ HIV kit. Someone has to manufacture them, someone has to ship them, someone has to collect them, and someone has to run the lab that tests them, none of those people do their work for free, so someone, somewhere down the line, pays. Because it’s a public health initiative, the one who pays may be the government…which means the taxpayer. Americans pay taxes in order to receive the benefits their government provides for them as citizens. From time to time, their tax dollars also are spent in the aid of other nations, but this is always because the government has determined that the taxpayer will significantly benefit the outcome of that expenditure. As a general rule, Americans, while on the whole generous, are not wild about the idea of paying for things they get nothing out of. Lawmakers in particular like to make a political points off of claims that public money is being spent wastefully helping non-Americans. As a result, those administering the programs must be especially conscious about the way funds are disbursed. If Grindr is operating as a conduit for distribution of HIV kits provided by government agencies or NGOs using federal funding, I guarantee you there are restrictions on sending those kits outside US borders. It has nothing to do with race, ethnicity, nationalism or xenophobia - it has to do with laws that ensure that tax dollars get spent on taxpayers. This analysis is, of course, based on the assumption that Grindr is indeed drawing upon such a governmental program. If so, however, then if Canadians and Mexicans want Grindr to offer equal service to them, it would seem that their first call should be not ti Grindr, but to their government representatives to determine whether those national governments are providing free kits for distribution…and if not, why the hell not.

It may require different governmental approvals to do something like that in those countries. There are legalities involved in shipping medical products internationally. I doubt that Grindr is being racist or even xenophobic. There is probably some logistical or legal reason why the program is currently only in the US. It seems unfair to smear their name with possibly false accusations if all the facts aren't known...

This is almost nonsensical as most bottoms I have fucked do NOT get an erection. Fucking a big-dicked bottom is very difficult as it becomes a sword fight with the possibility of the bottom wanting to 'switch hit' and fuck the top. 😀

What gets me are those who criticize bottoms like me who are critical of bottoms like that and tops who want you to see their butt. Contrary to what someone else said, there are still some of us who have zero interest in versatile sex roles and who still vehemently adhere to “Top” and “Bottom” and absolutely hate the lines being blurred.

It boggles my mind that there's a question of choice here. There is no choice. Swallowing is the choice. Good cocksuckers know to swallow because it's part of the job and their reward for the hard work. I know if you're going down on me and it's good you don't have other options. It's a matter of survival. When I'm forcing your head further down and unload between skull fucking sadistic thrusts, it's a question of how badly you want to breathe. Swallow and take every last drop or drown and swirl out while I finish off anyway? 🧐 🤔 😈

There are multiple reasons why that “saying” (which I have never heard said, ever, until now) cannot be true, but let’s start with plain statistics. The average length of the erect human penis is 5.1 - 5.5 inches. That’s not small-to-average, that’s the average. Polling and anecdotal accounts on this site consistently place the population of bottoms as approximately 66% of this community, with exclusive Tops only making up about 10%, so men who take it up the ass at least part of the time constitute 90% of penis owners across the range of potential sizes. Cocks of 7” or greater are in the 90th percentile of cocks out there, so there can be no meaningful statistical correlation between sexual role preference and penis length. Anecdotally, this forum provides ample accounts of bottoms reporting average to above-average cock size, and even if we assume that a fraction of these accounts are in fact accurate (ahem) the premise is drawn seriously into question. There is no functional reason why there would be any correlation between penis length and receptive role, especially as the male has no actual evolved receptive reproductive function. There is no cause for biological adaptation to occur. Rather, what we see here, I think, is the syllogistic conflation of two psychological constructs: The notion that A) a shorter penis makes a male less of a man, and B) receptive sexual role makes a male less of a man, therefore C) a short cock makes a male a bottom. A) Nellie is an elephant. B) Nellie is pink. Therefore C) Elephants are pink. Horseshit. Elephants aren’t pink, and a short cock doesn’t make a guy a bottom.

Long time lurker here and recently been more of a bottom. Back in september I moved from NY to Fort Lauderdale Florida and started getting more into sex with men regularly. Originally I was not on PREP so always used condoms. This morning I was going for my normal morning bike ride and a grinder buddy hit me up that he was horny before work. We've met once before but it was only for oral sex. He didn't have alot of time so I arrived in my biking gear and stripped naked for him, he's strictly a top so I was ready to take his cock. We started to play and he slipped on a condom and worked his cock into my ass. Someway through the condom must have broken, he noticed and asked if I wanted to put another one on. I figured he was already fucking me bare so might as well continue. He continued to fuck me for like 10 more minutes bare before picking up the pace and pounding me deep before cumming deep inside my ass. This would be my first bare load in my ass in many years. I then continued my bike ride with his cum in my hole and could feel it leaking out occasionally. I guess with him now no more condoms in the future.

So last night i got a text by my old daddy from the group I play with. He said he needs to blow a load before he goes out. I got there and he said he was going out with his friends for dinner. He said they are meeting up in two hours. So he said this will be quick and bend over the sofa arm and drop your pants. I just dropped them to my ankles. He walked over licked my hole and spit on in and pushed his cock in me. Pumped me for about 10 minutes and blew a load. He pulled out and as i was pulling my pants up he gave me a piece of paper and said go to this address fast he is waiting for you. I left and went to the address about 5 minutes away and got to the door and it was one of the guys i play with in the group. He said hurry up get in. I got in he dropped his pants and said get on the floor leggs up. So right at the cloaed front door i laid there. He said look your dripping. Then said great no lube needed as he started to fuck me. My back and head were killing me on the hard floor as he thrusted. 10 minutes later he blew a load and got up. Then he helped me up. I pulled up my pants and he said as he pointed go to the house across the street someone is waiting. I left him and walked across the street and saw another guy from the group standing there. As i approached the door he opened it and said come in. He pulled me in closed the door and pushed me to his couch. He said strip and get on the couch and pull your leggs spread and up.. As i did he was on the phone talking to someone and i heard him say yes he is here and i will be on time for dinner. He went on facetime walked to me to show a closeup of my hole. Heard someone say wow look at the cum.. He said see you soon as he put the phone down. He shoved a hard pillow under my ass push my legges to fit it in and said hold you leggs. He stripped and I saw he was hard as hell.. He bent over me and i was so wet with cum his cock slipped in easy he went in so deep and fast it hurt a little and he pumped so frantically he was so hot Took him almost a 15 minutes or more before he moaned load and fell on top of me. He laid on top of me as I still felt his cock throbbing. Then pulled out and said clean my dick. I sucked it for a little and said ok you can leave. I pulled up my pants and said tell everyone thanks. He laughed a little.. My pants were so wet from the drippings by the time i got home and my car seat had a spot on it.. lol

Got horny and had been let down by a lad that id been chatting to …said he was on his way then just blocked me…honest if all you want is a wank its fine but don’t waste my time Anyhow horny and its getting late …its a Monday night and drizzly cold. Got a message from an older bloke saying he was going to be walking his dog down by the tow path did I want to suck him off …I said sure and went out. Went to the bridge where he said to meet and there’s a fati-sh bald bear dad 40s/50s? no dog though …score lol …he wanders down a little path away from the canal and rubs his cock through his jeans …a hello mate and im on my knees as he gets his fly open and get a face full of uncut wet cock …get it in my mouth and go to town on him …nice tasty 🙂 Ive got my cock out wanking and he’s pulling my head on to his crotch hitting my gag reflex a few times which seems to get him going …couple of thrusts later and he pulls out and asks if he can fuck me …”please” I say as I stand wiping my wet beard …”get over that” and he points at a but of log …so I get bent over and pull down my joggers getting and brace myself….hes behind me rubbing his wet cock on my hole … then gives me the whole length …fucking glad id lubed up …as he fucked me he’s bent over me pull me on to his knob and wanking me…whispering in my ear “dirty fuck you love dads cock don’t ya” …and yeah I fucking did! Hes building up to cumming and gets me shooting my load on the nettles and that must have done it for him as he unloads in me “fucking hell mate needed that” he pulls out and wipes his cock on some tissues …I get my joggers up and there’s a good amount of cum in my pants from where he’d pulled out …nice lol I ask where’s your dog?….”oh in the car walked him already but he gets excited”. Walk back to the tow path and head home

Hell yes please insert your poz cock deed in my ass and pump your seeds deep in me

On Sunday I fucked a truck driver in sleeper part of cab. I had Adam 4 Adam app open in casually looking. I get a message that be in area when saw profile was 72 miles or so away. I will acknowledge wasn't sure if actually meet as app has a tendency of some to bail out or not show up. However did let me know was interested, shared details in they in 50s, and I shared pictures. They let me know where at certain locations. I was to make at a nearby gas station in a city where had area for a semi truck to park. I learned that they arrived at gas station. I then started walking I guess mile or two to gas station. The semi in the color description was parked. I entered the passenger door. After mention here then unzipped screen for sleeper area in cab. Push lock doors button as learned where at and locked doors. Mostly dark, but briefly turned light on. A little awkward for trucker to suck me as ended up standing while he sucked on my cock. Then when hard, I put lube on my cock and entered his ass bareback. A little before enter, then start to fuck. Then picked up the pace. Ended up on the bed, holding the blanket while plowing his ass. I said I to cum. Then ask where can cum. When mentioned want to cum in his ass, he agreed. A intense fuck so didn't last too long. Then blew load in his ass. First a squirt, then ask if more and squirted more cum in his ass. I pulled out. Then I stroked his cock briefly, then made sure had everything like my phone, and exit truck and pushed lock button. Then made walk back to where live. First time fucked in a semi truck cab sleeper area.

After my last encounter getting used blindfolded, I've started to form a mentor/sub type of relationship with him. We still haven't met face to face outside of a sexual context, but we've been texting a lot, especially about my training to become a better faggot. Our next encounter was to also be anonymous, but this time I wasn't told in advance what was going to happen. I was to show up at his place again, strip, blindfold myself, and then await instructions. But this time, he added that I should keep my shoes on. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I was about to find out. This time, we met much later in the evening - 2am. I showed up, stripped, kept my shoes on, blindfolded myself, and called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps, and was told to stand up and bend over, and a vibrating plug was inserted in my ass. My mentor then led me to a car and buckled me in. I nervously asked where we were going, but all he said was, "Trust me, faggot". I admit that this complete surrender of power was an intensely erotic experience for me. I was placing myself in an incredibly vulnerable position, giving up full control, with no clothing, cellphone, or wallet, and being driven in a car to who knows where. After maybe 10-15 minutes, the car stopped, and he got me out of the car. We got out of the car and walked a short distance. It was pretty cold out, maybe 40 degrees, but I was so nervous and horny that I wasn't cold. I was ordered down on my hands and knees, and told to "smile for the camera, faggot". Then the plug was pulled out of my ass and replaced with cock. I felt a building pressure in my prostate - the thrill of being naked outdoors, totally vulnerable and in a compromised position, combined with my mentor's cock slamming into my prostate was enough to send me over the edge and shoot hands free. He laughed when I came, my hole spasming around his cock - "You even cum like a faggot." He came in me pretty soon afterwards, and put the plug back in me to keep his cum inside me "so my fag body could absorb it". He kissed me on the lips and told me I was a good faggot. He put me back in the car and we drove back, still blindfolded. After getting back to his garage, he bent me over, took the plug out of my ass, and felched his load out of my ass. He then snowballed it into my mouth and we made out with his load before I swallowed it. This made me hard again - the smell/taste of cum drives me wild even if I've already cum. He just chuckled and sent me on my way. Since then, we've chatted via text about about next steps in my training. He definitely said I needed deep throat training (my gag reflex is pretty bad), and also talked about making me a free-use faggot. We discussed other mutual interests, including power exchange and degradation - especially in the context of age difference. Turns out we both really like the idea of a younger guy being 'corrupted' by older men. We'd also work on multiple daily breedings (especially figuring out the logistics aspect, since I have roommates and can't host), watersports, and going to bathouses/cruising spots. We also discussed a number of things I hadn't thought about but was intrigued by and would be willing to try, including impact play. I'm very much looking forward to what he has planned for me.

Part 29: Easing Ryan Into It (Part 1) “Wanna fuck my ass?” Jay asked Peter, turning and flaunting his well-used hole. “It’s been a while since I had a neg dick in me.” “We’ll need another crack at him tonight,” Domonic said. “If we don’t poz him soon, people will start to think we can’t convert holes anymore.” “You’ll get my ass,” Peter said. “Plus, I still need to fuck Lewis again. And, I want a shot at Ryan.” “Absolutely, Mr. Flanagan,” Ryan said. “None of that mister stuff tonight, boys,” Peter said. “Only daddy,” Domonic said, looking at Lewis and winking. “Let’s go, Jay,” Peter said, stripping off his clothing. “I’ve never slept with two people from the same family.” “You’ll like me,” Jay said, flashing me a playful smile. “I’m the slutty one in the family.” “Let’s go, but not out here,” he said, looking at all of us. “I want to fuck you on my marital bed. I want your ass hoisted up over my wife’s pillow, your sweat dripping all over our sheets.” “Fucking fill me up,” Jay said, pulling Peter in for a kiss. “I want your huge load so deep inside me that Alan finds it next time he unloads his toxic cum.” Peter looked at me, a huge smile on his face. “I love your brother.” He grabbed Jay’s hand and pulled him down the hall. “There’s lube in every room, guys. Have a good time.” “It’s time to open you up,” Domonic told Lewis, his hands running down the young man’s thin frame. “But you’re going to work for it.” “I’ll work harder than anyone,” Lewis said, climbing off Domonic’s lap. “Let me show you how much I want you inside me.” “So eager,” Domonic said, pulling his shirt off, revealing all his tattoos. “You know what eagerness gets you?” Lewis shook his head, his eyes desperately trying to take in the enormity that was Domonic. “A wrecked hole,” he said, pulling his pants down and revealing his already hard cock, “and a poz future.” “Give it to me,” Lewis said, kneeling down and grabbing Dom’s dick, his tongue running along the shaft, a thick glob of pre-cum dripping down on his naked back and running down to his crack. Already Domonic’s cum knew where it needed to go. “How about you?” I asked Ryan. “Ready for me to fuck you open?” “More ready than you know,” Ryan said. He stood up and stood in front of me, his eyes examining my body. “But first,” he said, leaning forward. His lips met mine and we kissed, a gentle connection in which I could feel both his fear and longing. Never had I known that Ryan Kline had wanted me to fuck him. Then again, I never knew his father wanted me to fuck him either. There was something about a Ryder man that the Kline men couldn’t help but be attracted to. “Can I watch?” Pastor Kline asked. “I have a better idea,” I told him. “Peter has a guest room. Let’s go in there.” “You alright out here?” Ryan asked Lewis who was already swallowing Domonic’s cock as far into his throat as possible. Lewis struggled to look at us, tears in his eyes as he kept half of Domonic’s dick in his mouth. He nodded, giving us a thumbs up. “Don’t worry,” Domonic said, resting a hand on Lewis’s head before gripping the back and guiding more of his cock into the young man’s throat. “I’ll take good care of little Lewis.” “Don’t break him,” I told Domonic, caught between half joking and half warning. I could see in Domonic’s eyes the desire to push Lewis to his breaking point. It was the lust I had seen in my dream months ago. It was the lust I saw when he wanted to unleash himself. Even though we’d done almost everything together, I knew there was a part of Domonic that he had not yet shown me. There was a darker edge to Domonic that wanted to go too far, to break through every boundary, regardless of the consequences. He's already done that, I thought, thinking of every man in the room, knowing all of them were only here because Domonic had seen me and had wanted to corrupt me. He had corrupted us all. Ryan, Pastor Kline, and I entered the small guest room which was next to the room in which Peter and Jay were already fucking. I could hear them moaning, Jay gasping as the bed hit the wall between us. I was happy that Jay was enjoying himself. I was also happy knowing his new status wasn’t thanks to me. Listening to my brother get his ass stretched open and filled with a hyperspermia blast got me hard. I pulled off my shirt, turning to Ryan who did the same. His chest wasn’t hairy, though I could see that he would most likely be hairy soon. Seeing my hairy chest, he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, stopping on my biohazard tattoo. He looked in my eyes and smiled. “I’ve dreamed of this for years,” he said. “You and me both, son,” Pastor Kline said, coming to his side, his shirt off, revealing the similarities between them. I knew Ryan’s dick was closer to my size than his father’s, and I was excited to see it and get fucked by it eventually. For now, I had two generations of Kline men wanting me. Ryan leaned down and kissed my chest, starting on the tattoo and then moving down to my left nipple. He started sucking, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body. “That’s right, son,” Pastor Kline said, resting his hand on his son’s naked back. “Keep sucking. Worship his chest. Worship his poz body.” Ryan continued to suck on my nipple, his father reaching for the other one where he too started sucking. I’d never had two men suck on my nipples before, but I felt my legs starting to quake from the intense pleasure. I fell back onto the bed, both men falling with me. They continued worshiping my body, hands running along my skin, lips kissing me, exploring every aspect of what they craved. I watched them, unable to grasp what I was seeing. Two men, a father and a son, were kissing my body, begging for me to fuck them. Sure, I’d fucked my own brother, but there was something different seeing two men wanting you, needing you to fuck their holes full of poz cum, and knowing they were seen by most as good, innocent men. Little did anyone know that Pastor Kline was such a cumdump. Little did anyone know that his son, Ryan, wanted cock just as much as his father. Little did people know that I had pozzed Pastor Kline and would soon do the same to his son. None of us were what we seemed. Brothers fucked brothers. Fathers fucked sons. Married men cheated on their wives, offering their neg holes to poz men who wanted them only for their bodies and a quick fuck. We were a twisted bunch of men, but I loved them all. My cock ached, begging to be unleashed. “I have an idea,” I told Ryan and Pastor Kline, both stopping in their endeavor to kiss every inch of my hairy body. “Ryan wants me to fuck him. Ryan also wants to fuck you,” I told Pastor Kline. “Why don’t I fuck Ryan while he fucks you?” “You’ll slam him into me,” Pastor Kline said, smiling. “I’d love for you to fuck my son’s ass while he fucks my hole. That’ll really make him ram into me, forcing me open.” “I’ve only fucked Lewis before,” Ryan said, his enthusiasm somewhat diminished. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get fucked and fuck at the same time.” “I think you’ll be able to manage,” Pastor Kline said, resting a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, moving it down toward his ass. “You’re young, strong, and have a cock like a third arm. Plus, you’ve got us here to help you.” “Alright,” Ryan said. “Let’s give it a try.” Pastor Kline was the first to jump off the bed and strip down, though I watched him suddenly back away, turning around from Ryan and me. Ryan continued to strip while I came to Pastor Kline’s side. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I just realized what we’re doing,” he said. “You said you wanted this,” I told him. “You wanted your son to fuck you.” “I know. I do. I just didn’t expect it to happen tonight.” “And I hadn’t expected to see you naked that first night I got back,” I told him. “See how that turned out. Now you’re a poz cumdump craving cock and drinking piss out of coffee mugs.” He smiled. “It’s just… what happens if this goes wrong?” “It won’t,” I told him. “He wants to fuck you.” He looked over my shoulder at Ryan who was now standing naked. “I want him to fuck me, too.” “Then enjoy this,” I told him. “I’ll fuck his cum right out of his balls and into you.” He smiled. “That’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me.” I stripped my pants and underwear off, watching as Ryan and Pastor Kline saw each other naked for the first time. I knew they were both nervous, but the second they saw each other, their dicks started to rise, followed by mine. Was this what everyone else felt when they saw Jay and me together? “Can we compare?” I asked them, motioning them together. We already knew Pastor Kline’s dick was significantly smaller than mine, but seeing his dick next to Ryan’s was comical too. “What happened here?” I asked. “Is Ryan adopted?” “My father’s cock was huge, too,” Pastor Kline said. “I used to try watching him taking a shower just to get a glimpse.” He looked at Ryan and blushed. “Actually, I’ve done the same thing with you, too.” He turned and placed his and Ryan’s cocks next to each other. “No contest,” I said. “Makes me proud,” Pastor Kline said. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Ryan said, staring down at my dick as it grew to almost its full length. Seeing Pastor Kline and Ryan together made me almost as hard as when I saw Domonic’s monster of a cock heading for my ass. “How big are you?” “Eight inches,” I told him. “Domonic is ten.” I saw a panic start to set in. I knew I was huge, but I often forgot since Domonic was so much bigger. “You’re pretty close,” I told him. “I’m not sure I can fit you all in,” Ryan said, a hand reaching back to his ass. “If I can, you can,” Pastor Kline said. “Plus, you’re pretty close to his size.” “Really?” Ryan asked, looking down at his hard cock. “He’s bragged about your size for a while,” I told Ryan. I reached out and squeezed his cock, running a thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum. “You know, even with lube, it goes in better if it’s slicked up a bit.” Ryan looked at his dad, a confused look on his face. “He means sucking his dick,” Pastor Kline explained. Ryan started to kneel, but I grabbed his arm. “Your dad will need your dick to be slicked up, too.” I sat back down on the bed, leaning back. “Ryan, suck my cock while your dad sucks yours.” I patted the bed, helping Ryan lie next to me. Even before he could grab my cock, Pastor Kline had his son’s cock deep down his throat. “Fuck, Dad!” Ryan shouted, almost jumping off the bed. The longer Pastor Kline sucked, the more Ryan relaxed. “Fuck, Dad, that feels great.” “You can learn from your father,” I told him. “He’s the best cocksucker at church.” “The only one,” Ryan said. “Don’t be so sure,” I said. “Closeted men are bursting out of our doors at an alarming rate.” “The more the merrier,” Pastor Kline said, diving back down on his son’s cock. “If you aren’t careful,” I told Pastor Kline, guiding Ryan to my cock, “You’ll have your son’s cum shooting down your throat.” “But it feels so good,” Ryan said, his hand squeezing my cock, my pre-cum dribbling down his hand. “But you’d rather shoot into your dad’s ass,” I told him. “That’s right,” Pastor Kline said, Ryan’s cock slipping out of his mouth, a string of pre-cum dribbling down his chin. “The only thing I’ll swallow is your piss.” “Really?” Ryan asked. “I only want you shooting my could-be-grandkids deep in my ass,” he said, fondling Ryan’s balls. I grabbed Ryan’s chin and turned him toward me. “Better start sucking,” I told him. “Unless you want your hole torn open, you’ll get me good and ready to breed your virgin ass.” Ryan nodded and opened his mouth, taking my cock’s head into his mouth. My head flew back, the feeling a rush. “Fuck,” I moaned. “I love this family.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys, Thanks for waiting. While I know we all want to see everyone fucking each other in every combination possible, it just isn't possible. I'll do my best. Also, thanks for 100,000 views! That blows my mind.

The next day I headed for class, not paying attention the George or Mr. Lewis’s door. I heard his door open but I was long past it. I felt like I had a small new sense of confidence. So I made extra effort to try and avoid any suspicious types. For the next week I managed to avoid talking to anyone around the complex. On the times I’ve seen Mr. Lewis I’d walk past him giving some kind of dismissive greeting. I knew he still had a key to my place so I got in the habit of blocking my door every night. I would occasionally see Rob working around the place. He would give me a nod, and a slight smile. It may not have been much but for him it was a huge change in attitude. Coming back from the gym in the evening, I saw a familiar face. It was Frank. He was wearing shorts and a black tank top with a yellow logo on it with the letters NP on it. “Hey! Tommy right? Nice seeing you! How have things been?” I thought about the times he pissed up my ass and down my throat. I was still relatively new to water sports but by the time I was drinking it from him I was used to it. His was actually rather nice. “Yeah, I’ve been good. Just work school gym. Always busy.” “I can tell. Have you been seeing any of the other guys?” “Not much. I’ve been trying to take a break from that sort of stuff.” “Aw, that’s a shame. I was having a get together today. I was hoping to run into you and see if you’d like to come.” “What kind of get together?” “The kind were we hang out and enjoy ourselves. It’s pretty chill. You’d like it.” I didn’t have anything else planned today so I figured why not? I don’t really do much other than study and work, so this might be a fun change of pace. I looked down to his crotch and though about the offer. I really did enjoy drinking from his tap last time. Maybe I might get the chance again if we have a moment alone. But I wasn’t going to push for that. I may be a developing kinkster but I didn’t have to shamelessly seek it out. He wasn’t Mr. Lewis or George. He may have sampled me in the past but he never came off as extreme. “Sure that sounds like fun. I’ll just go wash up first.” “Nonsense, you’re good as you are. Wanna come up now? The guys haven’t been here long.” “Oh! They’re already here? If you really don’t mind the sweat…” “I more than don’t mind.” Frank grabbed my hand and lifted my arm above my head. He leaned in, gave a quick lick to my armpit then let me go. He licked his lips and smirked at me. “Come, My place is at the other end the the hall from you.” That was new. No one ever licked my pit before. It wasn’t my thing but if he was happy with me the way I was then that makes things more convenient for me. When we got to his place I saw Rob messing with a ceiling light close by. He saw me with Frank and I felt a little guilty. I know he wants me to stop playing with Mr. Lewis and George but Frank seemed okay. Never the less, I told Frank to head in while I had a word with Rob. “Hey Rob.” I tried acting casual but I sorta sounded like a kid who got caught. “Hey kid. Hanging out with Frank?” He seemed indifferent. “Yeah… I know you told me to stop playing around with dangerous guys…” “Frank isn’t dangerous. At least I don’t think he is. Besides you don’t have to do what I say. You can fuck around with who you want.” He kept adjusting the light fixture like he really didn’t care. “Yeah I know…” Rob stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “What do you want from me? My permission?” Was I? I didn’t want to let him down. I’ve been good at holding up his request so far but I really wanted to hear from him that this party I was going to was okay with him and not him just being passive aggressive. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with his typical disposition. “I guess so…” Rob looked at me like I said something funny. He put his tools down then gripped my shoulder firm. “You have my permission to go to Franks party. Happy?” I don’t know how to explain it but him saying that seemed to excite me. I felt a warmth pass through me and I was a little lighter. “Thanks Rob.” He rolled his eyes at me and continued what he was working on. I headed to Frank’s place and went in wondering who might be there. When I entered there was some music playing and drinks spread about. But the guys. The guys there were all in jock straps or harnesses! Wow okay I didn’t expect it to be this kind of party. Now I felt a little over dressed. Even Frank was out of his clothes and was wearing a jockstrap that looked like it came from a gay fetish store. “Hey guys the piss boy is here! I said I’d deliver!” Frank announced to everyone. Piss boy? Me? Oh that’s right! Last time I saw him he said he was going to arrange something like this. I thought I’d get a little more warning first, but I had been avoiding people these past few day. Suddenly I was being surrounded by all types of men in fetish gear. There were buff, guys chubby guys, slim guys. 7 men all together including Frank. “Oh damn! Uh Frank I wasn’t planning on fucking. This may be a bit much too fast.” A couple guys were already taking off my shorts and shirt. “Who said anything about fucking? You’re the party’s urinal. And my friends here have had a lot to drink.” Some of the guys were laughing. Two guys were gently holding my arms and feeling up my shoulders. One scruffy bearish guy was standing in front of me and pulling his cock out. “You say he loves drinking it Frank?” The bear pushed me to my knees. His dick was slapping my lips. “Yeah, he took it from me from both ends before.” Out of my peripheral I could see one guy blowing the other, but the guy doing the sucking wasn’t moving his head, oh right. Frank definitely gathered a bunch of like minded fetishists. The bear in front of me slapping my face to get my attention. “Open up for me! You want this don’t you?” I looked up at him. He was peering down at me looking past his large pecs. They were a chubby muscle. Hairy with perky nipples. Do I want this? I may have liked it from Frank but I wouldn’t call myself a piss pig. “Come on, be a good boy for me. You want to be a good boy right?” He pressed his cock against my lips and tried pushing in. He was attractive but I still just met him and- Oh fuck it! I opened my mouth and took in his cock. The guys around me encouraged me and patted me on the back. “Yeah, that’s it. Ima give you a sweet reward.” Bear guy caressed my face while his cock was in my mouth. He held it there for a moment as he concentrated. “Oh here it comes.” As soon as he said that. His hot yellow torrent started filling my mouth fast. I tried my best to chug it down as fast as I could. It was tangy but not too harsh. I could feel my cock getting hard. Some of it was leaking out of my mouth and running down my chin but the majority of it I managed to keep in. “Fuck he isn’t half bad at it. I’m finishing up here. Who’s up next?” “Easy there, he just got here guys. Give him a moment.” Someone I didn’t know said. I stood up, catching my breath. One guys was rubbing my ass and another leaned in and started kissing me on the mouth. He was a little heavy set. A wrestlers build, probably mid 20s, blond, round baby face. His tongue explored my mouth, I think he wanted to taste the bear man on me. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. So far I thought this party wasn’t so bad. “Okay guys how about this continues in the bathroom. I don’t need the floors getting ruined.” Frank started navigating us to the bathroom. Not everyone could fit obviously but baby face and the guy rubbing my ass were right beside me. They had me step into the shower and I had a pretty good idea why. The guy playing with my ass earlier was more slender and was in the shower with me. I could feel his cock poking my ass. He was slowly humping me while baby face continued making out with me. A couple more guys were in there too, stroking their cocks and watching the show. “I’m gunna unload in him here.” The guy behind me started pushing his cock inside me. It was semi hard but he managed to get it in. Baby face was still kissing me when I felt the warmth spread inside my ass. “Ooh fuck yeah. Look at him taking it.” He was pissing a lot in me. It was good that we were in the shower because there was too much and some of it ran down my legs. “Suck my cock a little, it’s going to piss up in you next.” Baby face guided my head down on his cock. His was about 6 inches, cut. But it was thick. I took it in my mouth and started sucking it all the while the guy behind me was finishing up. I could feel my insides flooded. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to take another guys bladder full. He pulled out and a small spurt of yellow shot out of me. I kept the rest inside while sucking the cock in my mouth. It was now fully hard and the guy took it out. He positioned behind me to stick it in. A much older man was rubbing his cock on my face this time. The blonde wrestler guy behind my shoved his cock inside me. It was thick so it hurt a little. “Oh fuck that’s a tight ass.” He was squeezing my ass cheeks like dough. The older man in front of me started pissing on my head. His golden shower got in my hair and all over my back. I’m sure some of it ran down my ass crack and got on baby face wrestler dude behind me. “I can’t go just yet, I have to savor this guys pussy.” He didn’t piss inside me but he started thrusting. He was fucking my ass while it was full from the other guy. I wasn’t intending on getting fucked but looks like I can’t do anything about it now. Besides, he was cute so I didn’t mind. Older dude was still raining down on me. As my ass was getting fucked and my head getting showered. I began to realize how hot this was. Fuck I guess I am a piss pig as well as a foot pig. It was startling how much I’ve developed kinks recently. A few months ago, fucking and blow jobs was all I would do. The occasional rim job but that was a far out as it went. Even then I still rarely hooked up. Now I’m in the bathroom of a guy I barely know, surrounded by cocks that want to piss in every hole I have. Older guy finished using my face as a urinal, while wrestler dude behind me was fucking the piss up my ass. Frank was sitting on the counter watching, jacking off. I motioned to him to come closer. He got to his feet and pointed his huge long cock at me and I took it in my mouth next. I was looking forward to his. “Aw yeah this is what you wanted hu?” Frank was still hard so it took a moment for him to prime up. Baby face was still going to town on my ass. Then Frank started pissing and I was welcomed with the familiar taste of a well hydrated guy. I enjoyed gulping down his load. My stomach was definitely being tested but I could handle him. Luckily he didn’t piss too much. I think he gave a load to someone earlier. I can taste a bit of ass on him. “That’s awesome man, good job taking my piss. You guys want next?” Frank directed towards a couple replacing him. Two chubby bears with beards and leather harnesses started double teaming my mouth. Their bellies pressed against each other as I got both of their cocks in me. I wasn’t sure if they were going to fuck my mouth or piss in it. I can’t imagine drinking from both of them at the same time. That would be too much all at once. But of course they did intend on unleashing in me. Wrestler baby faced guy was fucking hard and grunting. Piss gushing out of my ass as he pulled out and back in. Piss from the first guy, not him. The two bear chubs, let loose and started pissing in my mouth at the same time, and that’s when baby face buried in deep and came inside me. “Fuck! That’s good!” He grunted. I was now trying to drink from both these guys but it was impossible. I was spilling out my mouth at an incredible rate, I was drinking as fast as I could. I could feel my stomach swelling on it. Then baby face was under me. He was drinking the over flow spilling out my mouth. He met his mouth with my chin catching it all like an expert. I was grateful for the help. I put my hands on his shoulders for support. His shoulders were thick and strong. He grabbed my hands and caressed my fingers. We worked together to finish up the two bear chubs. They had a lot in them and were content with our work. I on the other hand was exhausted. My ass and stomach were filled with piss. I felt bloated and out of breath. “I need a break, this is way too much.” Baby face put an arm around me in the shower and was rubbing my belly. I leaned into him focusing on breathing. “You did a good job dude. That was fucking hot. And I loved your ass.” The other guys were sucking each other and a couple wandered off presumably to fuck. I reached up to turn the shower on to rinse off the mess. Baby face and I relocated to the table in the kitchen where we talked for a while. His name was Dillon. He played college football for some small time university. I didn’t really bother to remember for who. I wasn’t really a sports guy. He wasn’t out to his teammates naturally, so the stress of being a gay dude in sports means he looks to relieve himself though other means, and through a long chain reaction of self discovery, he met Frank and discovered a passion for water sports. “So how did you meet Frank?” Some of the others were doing some sort of sex acts or having conversation like us. A few more guys arrived but I hadn’t paid them much attention. “It’s kinda embarrassing. I was kinda preoccupied with something while nude and he ended up fucking me by surprise.” I recounted the time where i was pinned beneath George’s sloppy cum filled ass. “Wow Frank totally raped your ass? Or was it a roll play thing?” “Mr. Lewis gave me to go ahead! Toilet boy over there belongs to him!” Frank interjected from across the room. He was fucking one of the chubby bears over a coffee table. The chubby bear moaning. “Who’s Mr. Lewis? Your daddy?” Dillon asked, almost teasing. “No he’s just my neighbor. I haven’t played with him in a while. He’s been trying to get me to do a lot of kinky stuff for him and a lot of the times it goes over board.” “How so?” “He’s obsessed with trying to cum in me.” “That’s hot. Why is that a problem?” “He’s poz.” “Ah, and you don’t want to get the bug?” “No.” “Do you love his cock?” “Well, yeah I guess. It’s amazing, and a huge mushroom head.” “Then keep playing with him.” “Hu?” “No need to deprive yourself of a cock that makes you feel good. If you don’t want to get pozzed, there’s plenty of precautions you can take to prevent that and still have fun getting you brains fucked out. You use rubbers?” “No… he prefers bare back.” “Are you on prep?” “No I haven’t gotten around to doing that. And it’s hard to get an appointment with how busy I am.” “Eh, sounds like excuses. Some part of you, even if you’re not aware of it is turned on by the danger of it.” “What? Nah that’s not right.” “You don’t insist on condoms because he likes it raw. You don’t do prep for weak reasons. Nah, there’s a part of you that likes it. Even if that part doesn’t really want to get infected, you definitely love playing with fire.” “Um…” I wasn’t sure of what to say. It’s true that Mr. Lewis has an amazing cock. And every time he fucks me I get so overwhelmed with fear because of the risk. One could even say it was a massive rush. But was I actually liking it on some degree? No, it can’t be. “Hey all I’m saying is, if ya don’t want it, you know how to prevent yourself from getting it. If you do want it. Then you want it. But enough of bug chasing talk. I still have to take a leak, and I’m sure you can handle another load.” Dillon took a red party cup off the table that had a small sip of beer in it left and started pissing in the cup right there. “How long have you done water sports? You seem to be very accustomed to it.” “Not long, like a couple times in the past few months?” We continued to talk as he filled the cup. It looked like an ordinary beer except the beer keg was cute footballer who made this special brew inside him. “And you’re at one of Franks parties? Damn, talk about running before you can walk. Cheers to that.” Dillon handed me the beer-I mean piss cup. It looked good, it was very warm and light, the color of a German Pilsner. I was still kinda full from before but I had room for it, and I was starting to like this guy so that made me want to drinking more. I brought the cup up to my lips and started chugging it down. It did have a slight beer taste to it. Left over from whatever was in there before. Dillon was rubbing himself as I drank. Once I finished I was totally full at this point. I couldn’t drink anymore. Dillon licked my lips. He brought me in for a deeps kiss, shoving his tongue in my mouth. We made out for a while. The party goers getting more rambunctious around us. At some point Dillon said he had to go, but we exchanged numbers to keep in touch. Since the party was getting more orgy than piss play at this point I decided I had enough as well. I started to get ready to leave but I wanted to thank Frank for having me over. I wandered around looking for him, weaving between the bodies fucking and piss drinking. I made my way to the bedroom to see if he was there. It was dark in there, I could barely see. I was going to turn around to leave but someone closed the door. I didn’t know who and my eyes were still adjusting. “Hello?” I asked in the dark. A dim red light turned on. I could see who it was. A buff guy wearing black rubber shorts, gloves, boots, and a black rubber mask covering his entire head. I couldn’t see eye holes and he had a zipper over the mouth. It was a little scary. He said nothing. “Excuse me I was looking for someone.” I reached for the door but he took my hand away from it. He stood in front of the door blocking my exit and slowly walked toward me. I was back against the bed with him almost close enough our bodies could touch. He leaned in and reached for something past me on the bed. It was a curved funnel. He undid the zipper on his mask and attached it to his mouth with a strap. The funnel pointing upward. He got on his knees and put his hands on my hips looking up at me. He was still silent but I figured I knew what he wanted. I guess he wanted me to piss in the funnel. The thought made me realize how much I needed to piss due to how much I drank at the party. It was a weird feeling standing in front of this kneeling stranger who’s face I couldn’t see. I pointed my cock towards the funnel and released. His hands gripped my ass and I herd fast swallowing sounds coming from him. It was the first time anyone ever drank mine before. It felt good to drain it and arousing that it was being swallowed up by a thirst pig. I think I was really loving this kink. The funnel was almost full when I emptied the last of my piss into it. Rubber mask was doing his best to drink it all. I watching the piss disappear in the funnel. Every last bit of it was gone. The guy gasped to catch his breath but kept eye contact with me. Was it eye contact? I guess so since his head was still looking up at me. He rubbed his hands on me more, exploring my body. The rubber gloves feeling slick and smooth on my bare skin. It was a new experience but nice. “Hey thanks dude. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to go.” I motioned to leave but he held my hips. He was still on his knees but didn’t want me to leave. He patted my ass cheeks, almost pleading for something. Oh! “That other guy pissed up my ass earlier. Is that what you want?” He gave an enthusiastic nod, his ass shook back and forth almost like a dog wagging his tail. My eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness and red light. His body was well toned. I couldn’t tell what skin color he had, all I saw was red and heavy shadows. He was a mystery. It was kinda jarring to see such a big dude so submissive to a, well compared to him I was definitely a twink. Maybe a twunk. No one else was in the room. “Okay, if you’re sure.” I turned around and squatted over the funnel, wondering how this would work. Rubber mask put his hands on the back of my thighs close to my ass, acting as a sort of human chair. He was strong and had large biceps so I’m sure he could easily support my weight but I didn’t want to stress him too much. So I made sure only to give him about half of my weight. It didn’t take much for me to release the piss in my ass. I was full and it was practically begging to come out. I tried controlling the flow so I didn’t overwhelm the poor guy. I herd him gulping down again. Wow this was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done. He was drinking it as fast as I was giving it. This man was an expert. I felt his body tremble a bit, he must have been getting tired. “Sorry I’ll let up a bit.” I tried supporting my own weight but he squeezed my thighs and kept me down. He forced me to sit my entire weight down into his hands. “Are you okay?” He patted my thigh with one hand. I guess that meant yes. This guy was determined to serve me. I never met someone so eager in this kind of role before. Then again I never met anyone who was into this kind of role. I felt the last of the gold liquid spill out. I got up off of his arms and watched him go. He swallowed the last of it then took the funnel strap off and zipped his mouth shut. His head tilted to the side a little. I think he was looking at me in gratitude. He bent down, and rubbed his head on my leg. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I patted his head a bit “Uh… good boy?” He moaned and hugged my leg. This is so strange, but it’s also weirdly hot. Is this what having a sub is like? Did others want me to be like this? So many thoughts went through my head as I was petting Rubber mask at my feet. It was kinda cute. Like having a dog. A very fucked up but affectionate dog. Rubber mask looked back up to me, I think awaiting further instruction. I didn’t really know what else to do. Collin may have fucked me (oh right I guess Rubber mask swallowed his cum along with that other guys piss.) but I wasn’t really planning on fucking. “Thanks for the fun time, but I need to go.” He seemed to have no objections, but even if he did I guess he wouldn’t think it proper to express them. He was a power sub after all. Is that a thing? Power sub? Well if it is, Rubber mask is definitely one. “But, if you want I could see you again. I’m just at the end of the hall.” He gave a nod. I don’t think I’d be able to recognize him if he did come around. So I guess I opened myself to another stranger. I was getting bold. I opened the door and the light from the party flooded in. Frank was there standing in front of me looking in the room. “Oh I see you found a friend. How was it? He didn’t do anything too crazy did he?” He seemed pleased with my fooling around in his bedroom. “Rubber mask? Yeah he was um… a very good boy?” “Wow you hear that?” Frank was looking past me to the guy still kneeling. “Looks like your name is Rubber mask now! Ha ha!” “Oh what is his name?” I turned towards him realizing how rude that was to talk about him in third person. “Sorry what is your-“ Frank directed my face towards him. “His name is Rubber mask. You said so yourself. You can’t take it back now.” He then whispered to me. “This is his thing, just humor him.” “Okay. Oh by the way I wanted to thank you for having me over but I’m headed home. The party is getting a bit too wild for me.” “Too wild for you? Hey, if you say so. But yeah it was great having you here. The guys loved you I’m sure.” I grabbed my clothes and gave Rubber mask one last pet on the head, he seemed happy. I got dressed and left the party to their vices. The door closed behind me and the music was muffled. I was finally no longer apart of the piss orgy party. I stood in the hall for a moment. Reality suddenly coming back to me. Jesus Christ what the hell am I becoming? I went home for the night. As I laid in bed my head was swarming what fantasies of so many different guys. Rubber mask, Dillon, Frank, Muscle bear, Mr. Lewis, Rob… what would Rob think of all that? Would he be interested in that sort of thing? I fell asleep dreaming of myself in rubber mask’s position and Rob standing in front of me. I think at some point Rob’s form might have periodically turned into Mr. Lewis for a moment, but mostly it was Rob, filling the funnel.

Brian! You okay?” Was the only thing I could think of as the robed figure pushed what I could only assume was his hard penis inside my ass. Okay… maybe it came out more like ‘UNNMGGGHHHHH, BBBBBBRRRR….GIUUIUUNNNCHHHHGH, FUUUUUUCCCKKKK.’ My face was pressed (not voluntarily) against the bench back. “Relax, Penitent”. The gruff voice said. “Mmmmmm, It hurts……. “ I cried. It was a long whelping cry, after the first raging painful grunting negation. “That’s the punishment. This is the sin. Do you accept the sin of your brother?” The voice asked. A familiar voice. A comforting voice. “Yes. Yes. YES! I ACCEPT YOUR SIN.” I said, gasping. I know it was Brian’s dad. I would take his sin. I wanted his sin. His sin was worth carrying. “All of my sin? Will you take it? Will you bear it?” He said, gruffly. “Yes, sir I will take your sin. Please, Let me carry your sin.” I said as his thick girth stretched my virgin asshole. I would do this for Brian’s dad, as much as it hurt, gladly, no matter what it cost me. As a man, it was my duty to take this sin inside. I would carry it in my dirty bottom until I could rid myself of it. Brian’s dad grunted and thrust inside my unsullied 18 year old hole because my purity let him dispel the concentrated sin he had built up during his life. I could wipe him clean. For me, an 18 year old virgin without sin, I could take the burden. “Please! Give me your sin! I will take it!” I grunted out to him as he painfully broke inside my virgin hole. “My sin is dirty” He cried, and he sounded bereft. “You are pure, and I don’t know if I can make you carry it.” He said, almost crying, still thrusting up inside of me. Our act was a sin in itself, but I know that’s what this ceremony was intended to contain. If we must sin, let us make sure we keep it among those who can bear it, and release it to Christ. Wow. Brian’s dad had a big penis… a big cock.. Oh Lord forgive me, it hurt. It was so big. It tore my virgin hole, and I knew I must be bleeding even as he used my blood as a lubricant to thrust up deep into my most intimate depths, but he would not be denied, and I would not deny him this opportunity to release the sin he carried. And so I relaxed into the pain, the invasion, the indefensible battering of his brutal thick manhood, letting him take me from behind as I remained pinnned on the upright workout bench. My friend Brian was likewise pinned up against his bench, being gifted by Bishop Jacob. Brian’s face was frozen in ecstasy, and I watched while Bishop Jacob’s thick cock rammed into Brian’s meaty ass over and over again. “We’re so lucky.” Brian grunted as Bishop Jacob punched up into his secret man regions. “We can take way more sin than the other dudes, man.” He said. “We’re tough. “Dude, you and me, we can take all of it.” He smiled. God, he was so handsome. He was right. We could handle more than anyone. Bishop Jacob slammed his hand onto Brian’s face and pinned it to the bench back. Brian grinned and licked his lips. Brian’s dad wrapped his hands around my chest. “Michael, let’s get you turned around.” he said, so gently, with love. “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.” I said. For Brian’s dad I would do anything. Honestly, for any of the Elders I would. It was worth it, it was important. “Good boy.” The Elder said. Once I was turned around, Brian’s dad shoved his fat dick back inside me. “Mmmmmmm.” He groaned. “Once Brian’s mom knew, she divorced me.” He said. “That’s not easily done in the church.” As his thick, long cock forced its way into my poor 18 year old virgin hole, I found it difficult to make conversation. Brian’s dad leaned down and put his face to mine. “It’s okay”. He said then leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I felt relief. Elder Robert, Brian’s dad, was a major figure in the church. I needed to be here for him. I could take his sin, his confession, his pain. And part of me said I could be there for him whenever he needed, to erase, to absolve, to relieve, to take the sin he built up. And so I told him, with my big linebacker legs pulled wide and up so he could thrust his thick cock inside me. “I will take it for you. Please. Give it to me.” He looked at me, his eyes nearly filled with tears. “It’s more than you should bear, Michael.” He said, his voice breaking. “It’ is my shame, A sin no one should bear.” As he thrust into me, the sin already complete, I breathed. “I will share your sin. Please.” “You have to understand.” His thrusts were gentle. They were slow, but fully deep. “I’ve tried to keep Brian from the worst of it, but he’s wild.” It was excruciating, he pulled all the way out, then pushed ALL the way back inside, to the balls. Brian’s dad had a HUGE cock. Mostly normal at the head and middle, but shaped like a traffic cone, so the base was thicker than a baked potato. “It’s not for me to bring him into the secret brotherhood. But you can help him.” I grunted and gasped. “Unnngggghhhh” I grunted as he thrusted. My ass was on fire and it hurt so bad. But he needed it so badly that I pulled my legs back to let him push into me as much as he needed to. “Michael, will you let me gift you with my seed?” He was struggling with what he had to do. Why? He had to know I would accept his sin. If he let his seed flow into me, that was why we were here, to allow his sin to dilute to the next generation. “Yes! Let me take your seed. I will take your sin, Sir and take it as many times as you need.” I said. I was not expecting Brian’s dad to kiss me then, but as I felt him giving me his precious seed he forced his mouth upon mine and we shared the deepest kiss of pure emotion I have ever felt. I am sure God himself saw that kiss, and approved. Soon after that, Brian’s dad and Bishop Jacob traded places, and if I was shocked by Brian’s dad fucking his son, it didn’t have a lot of mental room to consider any of that as Bishop Jacob was kind enough to give me four of his sins. And when Bishop Jacob kissed me, I felt like I was floating in the arms of God himself.

**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 IX: Upgrade to POZ I had over 3 hours still before the Chicago flight was boarding…I guess I’m one of those “get to the airport early” people. In fact, that was one of the things my ex and I used to argue about; of course now I look back on that time and chuckle, it was all so innocent. I was totally afraid of catching something and was a complete condom-nazi, even in my monogamous relationship with my ex. How times have changed! Just a couple of years ago I would have no idea that today I’d be happily single, POZ and loving it and gleefully breeding and infecting any chaser who wants my loaded seed. And there have been a few oblivious bottoms-up bottoms at the bathhouse or under a stall in a men’s room who have gotten my gift as well…So I really may be well over 10 pozzings for all I know, but the X only counts with confirmed hits. Hence the flight to Chicago to meet up with my poz son Benny and hopefully his boss InstaKyle. Still content from my security room pozzing of the hot TSA agent Reggie, I made my way for a quick shower and nap in the private lounge area they have here. I paid for entry to the lounge and was ready for some restorative time. I showered at the little personal booth here in the lounge area, my hands rubbing over the biotat that Eric did for me, now pending its first accompanying X now that I just pozzed up Reggie the TSA agent not 1 hour previously…Just rubbing my hands over my poz tat makes my dick stir again, even though I’m dog-tired and my cock has shot three big loads in a few hours. Again, I just know deep down that the pozzing happened, but of course I have to wait for the official confirmation from Reggie and from Harry from the night before…Eric is a stickler for known pozzings before applying an X to signify membership in “The Ten.” As I’m toweling off, my phone buzzed and I had another confirmation, this one from Mitch, the 75-year old neighbor of mine who outsourced the pozzing of his young BF Clark to me. “Thank you Randy! Clark had a bad fuck flu and a poz result this morning on the home test! He is so happy and you’ve made me a happy Daddy as well! You’ll always he his biological Dad ! See you around the neighborhood!” I’m so excited I got another confirmation and Clark is Officially Son #5, even though Mitch is his Daddy. After the shower, and now this good news, I settle into the little bed in the small chamber, hopefully for a couple of hours’ rest before the boarding process. Between the late-night pozzing of Harry and then the early morning dash to LAX, then meeting up with and breeding Reggie, I am pretty exhausted and off to sleep I go right away. Some of the way through the nap, I lapse into a dream, a lucid dream which I have sometimes…in the dream, my pierced POZ cock is getting sucked off expertly but I can’t see who is doing the deed…I just sense a uniform on the guy and a pin with wings and a logo and a name, but I can’t read the name. He speaks in a hazy voice or in my hazy dreamlike state “Can I do this? Is this OK?” But this is a sweet dream nonetheless and my cock rises from its slumber and I feel it throbbing and pulsing. It’s so true that the more poz sex you have, the more you want! Only now in this dream I feel like the mouth on my cock has been replaced by a warm hole, moving up and down on me, I’m moaning and groaning in my sleep and before I know it, I dream another toxic load of my poz seed is impregnating this mancunt into the poz brotherhood. Happily satisfied once again, I drift off into a deeper sleep and in an hour or so, my phone alarm buzzes and I get dressed again, hoping to grab some coffee on the way out of the lounge. Among my clothes which I had thrown on the little chair next to the bed, I see a strange object…It’s a nametag. “Calvin” Was it always here, left by someone before me? Or was my lucid dream of fucking and seeding some manhole really *not* a dream? I have no time to ponder this, and I finish dressing, grab some coffee and head out of the lounge for the gate. The flight is boarding in 15 minutes and I sit myself down waiting for my group to be called. The gate attendants are busy with papers and answering questions: “We board shortly, ma’am” “Yes, I can switch your seat, sir” – that kind of thing. Just then, the female gate attendant looks up and greets the approaching flight crew: ‘Hey, Judy,” “Hi Bill,” “Good morning, Theresa,” and “Oh, hey Calvin.” I shot up in my seat to see who Calvin is – and was not disappointed; his hot body straining against his tight uniform, his brown hair and three-day stubble framing his face, setting off his green eyes. He’s about 25 if he’s a day. ‘Can’t be, I think to myself, could it? Calvin greets the desk attendant “Hi, Marie, I needed that nap in the lounge – just what the doctor ordered! Only I can’t find my nametag now!” I look down in my hand, which is still holding the “Calvin” name tag and walk over to him at the desk where he’s chatting with his co-worker. “You looking for this,? I ask, holding out the gold nametag. His beautiful, smiling face suddenly went all sorts of pale, and he leaned into me and said “am I in trouble now with you?” “Why would you assume that,” I responded. He sheepishly looked at me, saying ‘I did ask you if it was OK but I think you were maybe still a little sleepy and I wondered if you had heard me. I don’t want you to think I would do that if you hadn’t consented.” “Well, did I consent?” I asked, playing with him a bit. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say. “My friend Reggie described you to me and told me what you did for him. He was so happy about it, I had to see for myself. I saw you in the lounge and you hadn’t locked your cubicle door.” “You wanted this,” I asked, pointing to the lower part of my T-shirt but really pointing to the poz biotat below it. “Desperately…been trying for years.” “I’m glad to be of service,” I whispered. “Now, you can’t get loaded up by anyone else until you get the fuck flu…and with my strain, you’ll get it. Rest assured, I *have* just pozzed you, I’ve got a 100% conversion rate, even after just 1 fuck.” Here’s my phone number, handing a slip of paper to him. Text me when you get your results with a pic of the test.” “Thank you, Sir,” Calvin said, a couple of tears streaming down his face. “I have to get onboard now, but I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” With that, he turned and walked past the gate attendant, saying something quickly to her, and then he was gone up the jetway. A couple of moments later, I hear my name called to the desk. Calvin got me upgraded to 1st class! ~90 minutes later~ I’m ensconced in my lie-back 1st class seat, the very helpful and friendly Calvin, my poz load already at work on his bloodstream, changing his DNA and bringing him into the poz brotherhood, has been supplying me with champagne the whole time. Calvin texts me an address of a hotel with the message “Shame we can’t do an encore here on the plane when I’m working, but this is where I’ll be tonight, a few of us flight attendants who want the same thing will be there as well.” Immediately, I text my poz son #2 Benny, who I’m going to meet at O’Hare… “You up for some toxic gift-giving with me tonight, boy?”

Chapter V I still had the weekend to myself before Victor returned. Plus, Jeff wasn't scheduled to work til Monday. An idea sparked in me to make a new video starring Jeff for Victor to watch when he's back. Finally he'll see that we are starting to get traction in serving our god. I was awake and standing by the bed, observing Jeff and how huge his physique was. Fucking a man his size took a bit of an adjustment but his ass was definitely worth it. I can picture big mature daddies with similar stature fucking Jeff, breeding him and encouraging him to be like them. From what he told me, Jeff usually fucks guys younger than him and bottomed occasionally. Hopefully the last 12 hours have nudged him to explore more of his deviant and submissive side. It's rare that you find a big jock like Jeff offering his ass to you. Fucking guys like Jeff leaves you accomplished, as if you've climbed a mountain. Here he was dozing, not know what I had in store for him.. I logged into bbrt and submitted a party for Jeff. Title reads: Fit muscular hunk offering his ass to be bred by mature bears and daddies. No under 30. When Jeff woke up, I set aside some toiletries for him to freshen up and I told him that there will be a surprise for him tonight. I pointed to the video camera hinting him what was about to come. His face lit up and he told himself that he would take the day to prepare himself. "Don't forget this" I handed him a pipe and a bag of T. In the toiletry bag there was also a douche and a used jock that Victor kept in his armoire. It was the largest I could find. Victor had fucked a married man who wore it ages ago. It smelt strong and was crusty from the dried cum it had. Bike was written on the band. Jeff gave it a deep huff before putting it on, with a snap it fit him perfectly. A big ass like that needs to be framed properly. I started to take pictures of him in different positions to add into the listing. By 4 pm, there were about 13 confirmed guests that I selected. Their age ranged from 39 to 56, being at least 200 lbs and 6'0 tall. These men looked rugged, discreet and knew what raunch meant. Talking to each of them, I had an idea of what's in store for Jeff. Only about 5 of them were poz and even then, only one was off meds and had a low VL. The only thing Jeff did during the day was T and watching Victor's porn stash. He was fixated and clearly new to T. Setting up the cameras took some time. Jeff was going to be fucked in the TV room and at each corner, a tripod was hung. This would give Jeff a 360 degree view of himself, with every angle of him being fucked fully recorded in 1080p. Instead of a sling, I decided on a fuck bench instead. It would make it less dizzy for Jeff and easier for him to smoke the T that he is slowly being hooked on. By 7, Jeff had freshen up and was in the dirty jock, wearing a pair of high knee socks and a tight tank top. He looked like a gymrat ready to get bred. At 9, the first guest arrived and by 9.30, everyone was present. The men were huge and almost twice my size. Most were wearing the standard shirt and cargo pants ensemble, with half of them wearing a cap to hide their face. Thankfully everyone was friendly and as Jeff stepped into the fuck bench being strapped at each limb. I clicked record and left the guests to their discretion. Some of them slowly took off their shirt and some also had their own glass pipe being ready to lit. The only rule that was placed was that no pulling out would be allowed, and that they should feel free to treat Jeff like the bitch he is, with bleeding being the limit. To make it even more sensual, I proposed Jeff to put on a blindfold. "Great idea man." Damn, he has been tweaking non stop now. I then placed myself in the main armchair and uttered "Have fun boys." Immediately, one of the biggest guests stepped forward and began to undress. A line formed naturally and the first man dived himself into Jeff's ass, releasing moans that I've never heard before coming out of him. Murmurs of "nice... and yeah.." were heard from the guests and I could see how excited Jeff was from the smile he had. Being unable to see who's rimming him, Jeff was insatiable for a fuck. The man then slapped his well endowed cock on Jeff's as and with only his spit as lube, he pushed himself into him, causing tremors within Jeff and screams of pleasure that had a hint of pain. The man was huge and Jeff really was trying his best to accommodate his first cock. After a while, Jeff began to moan. Finally he found the spot. I started to walk up to Jeff and fed him some T. Kneeling myself close to him, I asked how was he feeling. "Fucking amazing, man. It's recording right? Oh shit this is going to be so fucking cool." "Yeah babe, it is. Every second. You getting railed by these strangers, taking their cum. You like this right?" "I fucking love it dude" I returned to the chair and lit myself a hit. The first guy finally came in after about 10 minutes, telling Jeff that his load is deep in his guts now. Jeff thanked the man he couldn't see and shouted NEXT. Each of the guest had their way in fucking him. Being tied on the bench gave Jeff little freedom to move but it also made him focus more on his ass muscle, which he could now control by the way his hole was blooming. It was also impressive how Jeff was able to hold most of the loads being bred into him. Only after the 7th dad that bred him was he unable to contain the cum much longer. A trail started to leak. Luckily, these men were pigs at heart. They lapped it up and fed to Jeff as an extra snack. Not a drop of cum was wasted. The whole gangbang lasted for about 4 hours. The average fuck was about 20 minutes and by 2 AM, some of the guys had already left. Some took second or third rounds. All in all, Jeff probably was bred about 23 times when you count the moan of orgasm there was. Each of the men did a fantastic job. Finally, not being able to hold it much longer, Jeff squirted the cum in him as he panted, relieving himself. He did very well and I was looking forward to how the video will turn out. When everyone had left, I stood in front of Jeff and took the blindfold off. I looked down at him and told him that I was going to leave him there til Victor returns. Jeff's only request was to be given a hit every now and then. Man, he really does remind me of myself when I first discovered my pig side with Victor.. Sunday morning came and I heard the door open. I was still in bed. After a while, I noticed that Victor hasn't come up yet. I went down and to no one's surprise, I find him ramming Jeff. Better than what I expected. "Who's this slutty jock, love?" "That's Jeff. New to this. Just like me. Already bred with our strain twice and could be our next offer. How was Maine?" "That's nice to hear. He'll fit in well. I knew you had good taste. Maine was good. Had some lobsters." Victor was casually telling me this as he pounded Jeff who was now moaning and unable to turn his head to see who he was being fucked by. "Do you know who I am, Jeff?" Victor questioned. "No. But don't stop. Fuck." "Haha he really is a bit like you Drew." I'll always be amazed at how consistent Victor's pace was when he fucks. The slaps he gave to Jeff and the way he was gripping his back was an art form. "You already received Drew's load, now here's the original load, you want this seed bitch?" "Yes, poz me please." Victor recoiled onto Jeff's back and yelped in his orgasm, gripping his arm and ensuring that he positioned his cock directly into Jeff. "Fuck, your ass is gripping my cock so good." He now knew what kind of champ Jeff was in being a bottom. His cock was literally being jerked off by Jeff's ass contraction. Even pulling out took some time as his ass had gripped onto Victor's cock for too long. Victor sighed and gave a slap on his ass, congratulating him as he approached me to give a Welcome back kiss. "You really have outdone yourself, you know?" I tried to not blush and decided that it was time release Jeff. Standing up wasn't so easy but in time, he oriented himself back to normal. We told Jeff that in a week, he will come back during the full moon for the proper ritual fuck. Confused, Jeff didn't fully comprehend what he was agreeing to. To make it simple, I told him that if he wants more T and experience what he had experienced in the past 3 days, then he must submit to the deity that we worship. But he has to be willing in surrendering himself to the faith. Going back was not an option. He wouldn't have to work anymore and he would be able to live with us. After going through the details, Jeff was sold. "Anything to get out of that life. I've seen what's out there now.." Victor and I were both pleased with his decision and bid him farewell with a check of $5000. "A way to show our trust and your loyalty"

Chapter III From the mirror, I saw myself moaning with every thrust from the dildos that Victor was inserting into me. The substance that was rubbed into my hole made me took all of the dildos like a champ. Victor was impressed at how little I resisted. "It's as if you were made for it. Amazing." The sensation that I felt from every kind of dildos there were was indescribable. The difference in the girth and width made my hole more adaptable and flexible. My hole really was being trained to take dick. I don't think I could ever thank Victor more. With every kind of dildo that I took, a buttplug was put in for a while before I take the next dildo. This lasted almost an hour. We were both sweating and moaning yeahs incessantly, nodding at each other as if we were actually animals, incapable of speech. I can tell my hole had been dilated and changed forever. The size of the buttplugs I've taken surprised Victor as I had no qualms in holding it. "You know Drew, I think I have actually found the one. You. Everything is in the right place at this moment, you see." The luminance of the candles and the heavy weight of the air in the room heightened my senses to devote my full attention to Victor. "I have to tell you, I worship Dionysus, and you would be the perfect offering. We can do so much more to please him.." I didn't have to digest anything he said, the look he gave me and the energy I felt made sense to me. I understood what our purpose was. My only fear was what was going to happen to me. "How do we please him? What will I come to be?" By now, our voice sounded distorted and deep, even our inflection was now different. "All he asks is your loyalty, your dedication. Worship him with me and we will be invincible." The last buttplug was now pulled out swiftly and I screamed while Victor is now on top of me, our faces not even an inch apart. My ass was leaking with the lube that he used, tainted red from what I guess was my blood. His hands were again caressing my shoulder, with him kissing every part of me, asking if I am ready to surrender myself, and if I was ready to be the first person to receive his gift. "You see Drew, this gift I have for you will bring us closer to Him, it will allow us to bring more worshippers and set us free." I could now feel his hard cock pointing onto my hole. We were still sweating and lube wasn't necessary anymore. "Once you receive the gift, you and I will find more of our kind and together we'll surrender to pleasure and only pleasure..." His cock was still grinding on me and I can now feel my nipples being clamped as I tried to reach for Victor's kiss. "Will you happily receive the gift?" "Yes, I desire the gift." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!" "No... but you will certainly be once I breed you with my potent seed." I didn't care at that point. I knew he was poz the minute I saw his dogtag. At the bar, I didn't plan on going to Victor's place but he was magnetic. I truly believed that the fates had arranged me to surrender myself to not just Victor but to Dionysus. As an offering, I would amplify Victor's energy and together we will gain true pleasure from our dedication to Him.. "Fuck me now Victor and give me the gift. I'm ready to give myself to Him and join you." "Oh Drew, you and I are already in unison...it's the offering now that must commence. Here it is!!!" It was sharp but perfect. The pain was short but the pleasure I felt from his cock was extraordinary. We were in a ritual, worshipping and participating in a form of bacchanalia. The strokes I felt in my hole, with his potent cock in me was sending me to overdrive. It was as if both of us were in a different pane of existence. I could feel us fusing with his seed building up in me. I was already feeling his hot precum that set my insides on fire. We fucked for what felt 2 hours, sans rest. I was also untied halfway so that I could be fucked on the ottoman like a fuck bench. Victor knew how to take his time and my ass was well in adjusting itself to his strokes. We were both in ecstasy. Only moans and yeahs were produced and I could also see the eyes of the ram head lighting up as Victor announced that he was close. "This is the moment Drew, it's time I offer you to our new God for us to achieve what we were fated to do. Tell Him that you willfully give yourself up to extend his worship. Tell Him." I looked up to the ram and proclaimed myself to Dionysus and that the gift I will receive is sacred. I accept the seed of debauchery that is poz and toxic to free myself. In worshipping you we seek pleasure and only pleasure. I repeat and saw the eyes of the ram glowing again and my pupils too were now dilated and fully black. I then heard Victor releasing a moan that sounded cryptic and harmonious, as his sharp fingers scratch my back to regain himself. His head was now behind mine.. "This is the gift you are getting, my seed that will now foster and grow our worshippers. You are the carrier and together we will conquer all." My insides were truly on fire as his toxic cum was igniting and absorbing itself to the cuts. There was a wave of pleasure and satisfaction that came after. For the first time in bout 6 hours, I was able to think clearly. Even with the windows closed, there was a breeze of air that swept the room that ended the candles. The ram no longer looked bigger and the room was silent. Victor was still in me as he panted. I told him to not let me go and we continued to spoon on the bed til the sun came up. With his cock still in me and his hands supporting my ass, Victor scooped some of the cum that was leaking out of me to feed me and asked... "How do you feel?" "Hopeful." "Me too.." My life from that day was never the same as I found a form of faith that gave me a true purpose. No longer do I find myself in the office or doing average things. Victor opened my eyes to a world where there is a higher goal. One that is unashamed and is pure lust. It was what we were fated to do. Since then, Victor and I became partners, with plans to form a group that worships the true god of pleasure, bonded by Victor's potent seed. 6 months after our first fuck, Victor informed me that it was time to scout for new worshippers as he could sense the energy was starting to wane. We needed a new offer and I now have the privilege to pick who would be in the position that I was in. Where else would a good prospect be if not the gym? I would survey the place at anytime of the day to find someone who would be capable.. Funnily enough, a trainer named Jeff, who resembled a modern Viking walked up to me one day asking if I would be interested in an offer for a 1-on-1 training session since I've been there for 2 years. At first, I wouldn't think of Jeff to be gay, but opening Grindr, I stand corrected. Profile; 32, 6'3, Safe Only, NSA. His pictures were average, it didn't do justice if you were to see him in person. Now the best part? Sexual Position: Versatile. Since my new faith, I told myself that in expanding our mission I will top. And what do you know, Jeff seemed like the perfect candidate to be carrying our strain. Seeing him in the changing room once in that white baseball jock only reaffirmed my mission to get him. If only he knew what was coming...

Isn’t it liberating to just go for it, take it raw…no turning back now…you’re going to be hooked for bareback all the time. It not only feels better feeling skin on skin, but taking seed and submitting to a top. I just love that feeling every time I get bred.

I had been at the local gay pub here in Brisbane in wickham terrace, if you know you know. I had been heavily drinking due to a recent breakup, was feeling very unloved and needy at the time. I was living with a good mate, we had an amazing apartment, cheap, in the heart of the city and close to the SOP and gay drinking spot. So hookups was easily arranged, my housemate and I were pretty open and never stopped each other from having fun. This particular weekend however he had family and friends staying over and having a party. Not wanting to be a burdon I took myself to the watering hole and got my self stupidly drunk. Half way through the drinking fest I decided to head back home and grab my other pack of ciggeretes rather than wasting money on another pack. Walking up the street more so stumbling I stop to catch my breath. At 29 years old I was a stocky guy, medium hairy, small cut cock big nuts, was more a bottom and generally wearing a jockstrap 99.99 % of the time these days. Stopping near a empty car parking lot I hear someone say “come over” standing still as I try to determine if I actually heard someone or it was my imagination. “Yeah you mate, come here” the gruff voice spoke again. Without any concern for my own safety I walk into the not so well lit carpark and as I turn I see a scruffy hairy guy on the concrete garden wall staring at me. Looking at him I instantly could tell he was homeless, had his bag beside him, dirty clothes, scruffy beard and I could smell piss, stale cum and booze on him. “Got a smoke mate?” He looks at me as I fumble and go to get my last cig for him, I move closer and as I am about to hand it to him, he reaches out and starts rubbing my crotch as he grins at me. Smiling at him, he goes for my zipper and pulls it down as he unbuttons me and drops my jeans, he moves forward and pulls my jockstrap to the side as he places his mouth around my soft cock as it starts to hardon. Moaning I let him suck me as I rub my hand through his greasy hair as I start humping his mouth as he sucks harder. Grunting as I feel him tug at my nuts almost blowing my load I can feel my precum leaking hard. Looking down he is unzipping himself and pulls out this thick hard at least 8 inches uncut and very hairy prick. He stops sucking as he leans back and strokes his cock. Without thinking I get down on my knees and can smell his ripe cheesy cock right away. I get my mouth on his cock and start licking under his foreskin as he grunts as he takes the cigerette I dropped beside him and lights up. Sucking on his overhang of skin as I clean his greasy cock, grunting as I feel him swell and thicken. I start bobbing up and down getting him harder. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for but I was starting to feel my drunk buzz wear off and became more aware of what I was doing and could be begging for trouble. As if he was aware he produced a bottle of cheap vodka and told me to drink, pulling off his meaty cock I took the bottle and took a swig grimicing at the harsh cheap sting the alcohol hitting back of my throat. “Take another hit” he grins as he strokes my hard little cock. Taking another swig, followed by another as he takes the bottle from me, I feel that buzz kicking back in as he moves me into a position on my knees over the brick wall. Feeling him behind me I giggle as I feel his thick cock between my chubby arse cheeks. “Do you have a rubber” I moan, he grunts and says sure, I hear him behind me as he opens a package and hear that familiar rubbber snap as he moves his cock back between my cheeks, I reach behind me to check and feel the rubber over his cock “I got it on pig fucking hell” he grunts, I place my hand back on the wall for stablity. I hear him spit on his cock as it hits my tight hole. He pushes as I grunt “Shuttup or we will get caught, stupid fuck” he harshly whispers at me as I put my hand over my mouth as he forces himself in me, straining I can feel the pop as his engorged head slides inside my tight hole. Not been fucked for a few months really bought tears to my eyes as he pushed in more, forcing his cock inch by inch as I start to shake. “Fuckkkk stop please your too big” I whimper softly. Knowing he heard me but chose to ignore my pitiful plea as he grabbed my hips and shoved in harder slamming deep in me as his nuts hit mine. He grunt and starts fucking, not getting any chance to accept his thickness, he pounds away at my hole. The grunting turning me on. He fucks harder and faster, biting down on my hand as I whine and grunt with each thrust that he gives me. I feel him slam deep and shudder as he is cumming, sweat dripping off him onto me all I can smell is his sweaty scent. He pulls out and rips the rubber off and throws it into the darkness. He sits back breathing heavily as he clicks his fingers and points to his cock I get down and take him back in my mouth, tasting his strong thick cum as I feel his cock head throb and more cum leaks out as I greedily suck it from his cock and swallow it… Tasting metalic too but definite can taste myself on his cock thinking it strange as he was rubbered up. Tapping me on the head telling me to stop he sighs as I release his cock. “Thanks needed that” he grins at me. “Anytime” I stay there on my knees still half naked hoping his was gunna finish me off, but he grabbed his pants and pulled on the cord and did himself up as he finished the smoke, asking me if I had any more and told him I was on my way back to get another pack and go back to drinking. Telling me he was spending the night here and to go get him some and he would see about fucking me again if I was interested. Thinking about it, and it cudda been the alcohol or just the sheer need of wanting to be wanted even if just my hole to get off. I said he could crash in my secure parking, I had my own car park space that was secure from the rest of parking with its own pull down door so was private. Without a response he grabbed his back and said lead the way, pulling my pants up I take him up the road and lead him down the car park entrance as I put my code in as the door opens he follows me closly. Walking down the concrete hallway I get to my door and open the roller door as he walks inside and I mention I have a cot set up at the back I usually come down here to get away from the housemate and have my own space, toys and lube my laptop is there with porn on it. Grinning at me he drops his bag and starts to get naked as he gets to his underwear and looks at me and asks if I want another fucking, grinning I start to strip and get down on all fours over the cot as I feel him behind me rubbing my hole. He mentions he hasn’t any more rubbers and I don’t have any he says “I could just fuck you raw, I promise I wont cum in you” my head in two places as I simply nod and confirm “you wont cum in me??” Nodding he spits on his cock and I notice it slides in easier this time, I feel very wet all of a sudden, grunting as he slides in deep hearing him sigh as he starts fucking me in a steady rythem, “Once I cum it takes me a while to cum again” hr groans as he keeps fucking, I push back as I enjoy the senstion of letting him fuck me raw, the thought of him raw turning me on. He continually spits on his cock and keeps me lubed up. We mustve been fucking for at least 30 mins and at about that mark I feel him shudder as he slides in deep and takes a minute. “Are you ok?” I mention as I feel his cock throb in me as he moans softly. “Yeah pig just catching my breath” he starts fucking again, I feel very wet and can feel something dripping down my hole down my legs, putting it down to spit and sweat I push back, another 15 mins later he stops and sighs again as he calls me a dirty pig as his cock throbs, telling me to be still or he will cum… few minutes later he starts fucking again this time harder and rougher making me whimper as he snarls at me. “Dirty fucking faggot taking my nasty homeless cock, I wanna blow my load in ya guts pigs, where do you want my nasty fucking homeless load you faggot?” He growls. Thinking he is roleplaying I push back and beg him to cum, “fuck me harder, fuck this faggot, blow your load all over my hole or my face” grunting as I feel his speed pick up. “Beg me to dump it in you pig” hr grunts as he spits on my face. Confused and starting to feel my hole tense up shooting pains down my legs “please, don’t cum in me… cum on my face or down my throat” whimpering “Yeah you want my load in ya don’t ya faggot” he grunts as he slams deeper “No, not in me please” I whimper as I try to pull forward Hearing him growl as he slams forward and strains as I feel his cock throb in me yet again as he growls “yeahhhhh take my nasty homeless load faggot fuckkk yeahhhhhhhh” he cooes. He lets go of me as he pulls out, I turn around shocked he looks at me and says “fuck that was hot” he grins. “You said you wouldn’t cum in me” I say shakily as I go to stand up. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you felt so good and I just lost control, how about you go up grab the smokes and come back and have a drink and get more aqauntied with my cock pig” he smiles Looking at him, he looked ok, so I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up, leaving him in the garage I go up the elevator to my floor, opening up to loud music and a few people I didn’t know. There were a few of the bears from the bar I had been drinking at. Smiling at me as I return the smiles and nod my head as I beeline it towards my room, grabbing a drink along the way and quenching my parched throat to the sweet nector of the drink. Pushing my way into my room as I close the door halfway as I go searching for my stash. Looking around I don’t notice as one of the guys come in. He coughs slightly and says eveing to me as I turn around shocked and startled. Grinning at me I ease as I return the evening and ask him if he is having fun. “I was having fun shame as I was looking for you at the bar but you had disappeared that was over an hour ago, where did you wonder off too, givin ive just seen you come back here now and been here for a while myself” he mentions as he steps closer. “I stopped and got some air and kinda hooked up” I grin as I blush at him. “Hooked up hey…… wouldn’t have been with that homeless guy in the parking lot on the way here would it” he smirks at me, shocked as I blushed harder as he steps up to me and pushes his hand down the back of jeans as he touches my wet arse. “Ohhh and he loaded ya too did he” he grunts as he slips his finger inside me as I reach out and grab his furry arm to steady myself as I whimper “He did, he fucked me a few times but came in me once…. By accident” I whimper as he undoes my belt and button and pulls my zipper down. “Accident… sure…. He probably blew in you more than the once, he is known for that” he grins as he fingers my sloppy hole harder as he manuvures me over the bed on all fours as I hear him unzip himself. “No need for a rubber then if he has already bred ya is there pig? He looks down at me as I look behind and see a fat uncut 7 inch thicker than the homeless cock protruding out his fly. Rubbing his cock over my arse I whimper as he pushes forward he reaches down and places his hand over my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward hard as his cock lodges and splits me open. Muffled screaming into his hand it didn’t take long for my arse to stretch and the pain gave way to pleasure as he started fucking me. Grunting and gruffing as he sweated over me pushing his cock deeper inside me. The door opened and in walked another guy I remembered from the bar, he closed the door and locked it behind me as he sauntered over to the bed and unzipped himself as he crawled up onto the bed and presented me with his 6 inch fat thick cock cock hairy half way up his cock a thick bush at the base and so sweaty he pushes his cock on my lips as I open and he rams his cock in me. They start talking to each other so casual as if I werent there being dicked by em on my bed with a group of people right outside the door. “You heading out after this to the next party Chav?” The guy behind me fucking me spoke to the one down my throat. “Yeah, gunna see Dave and the others and decide what to do from there, prob head to the Den and loose another load if I feel up for it, by the way your doing him raw? The guy down my throat spoke back. “Yeah doing him raw, you know Baz the homeless guy he has already dumped a load, well prob a few knowing him, so no need for rubbers now who knows what he has right” the guy fucking me replies as he picks up and starts fucking hard, feeling his heavy nuts slap mine as I listen to the conversation and break out in a cold sweat worrying myself. “Awwww yeah im gunna nut in him, you can fuck him after im done bud” as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back on his cock as he lodges himself in me, feeling his throbbing cock at my 2nd entrance pumping his batter inside me. My muffled groans as I gag on the guys cock as I feel the guys load pump inside my guts. He withdraws as he walks around to the side of the bed as the guy pulls out my mouth and moves behind me. I get the cum coated cock shoved in my mouth as he tells me to clean him up as his mate slides easily into my cum coated arse. “Fuck he is wet, I bet the guy blew a few loads in him now your load fuck it feels good. Not gunna last long will add my nasty load and we can bail” the guy who had just face fucked me and now pumping away at my arse. I suck the guys cock cleaning his greasy cum covered prick as he sneers at me. “Yeah you dirty fuck, guess there really isnt a need to wear rubbers anymore, you let a homeless guy fuck you you pig who knows what the fuck he has” he leers at me as I shudder as I feel his mate grinding harder at my arse as he starts groaning feeling him push harder into me as he unloads. The cock slides out my mouth and my arse at the same time, groaning as I collapse on the bed panting. Watching them pull their pants up and ignore me as they leave the room talking about their next plans for the night. The door quietly half closes. Its only a few minutes and this fat chubby older guy would have been about 55 yrs old comes in and closes and locks the door as he looks at me, im half dozing so I smile and mumble something not even trying to cover up. He grabs a cup that was on my night table something alcoholic as he passes it to me and tells me to drink it all. Happily gulping down the mixture as I feel him move behind me. “They did you raw?” He asks as his thick finger slightly grazes my cummy tender hole, shuddering as I nod. “Its been so long since ive fucked raw, not many let me these days” he almost whispers as I watch him with his other hand move his zipper down as he slides his fingers inside his zipper and starts playing with himself. Without speaking I spread my legs and stay face down, the alcohol kicking back in as my head spins. I hear him drop his pants as he gets on top and I feel his thick cock force inside me as I gasp. “Fuck yeah you pig, let daddy inside you. Naughty faggot son letting those men breed you, you know they aint clean right. Your chute filled with nasty dirty seed and now letting daddy knock you up with his bugged cock” he growls as he grinds his hips and starts hitting that spot as I grown and push my arse back to meet his thrusts. Grunting on top of me, he gives me a good few minutes of solid fucking. Suddenly he moans a really deep gutteral groan and I can feel his cock throbbing as he unloads. Once done he pulls out and pulls his pants back on as he walks around my side I see the tattoo just above his pubic bone as he tucks his shirt in of a bio hazard symbol with a scorpian over the symbol. He pats my head and tells me Im a good pig for letting him nut in me but I shouldve gotten him to rubber up, however he is grateful I didn’t. Smiling at me he takes his leave. Looking at the clock, I realise ive been up here for almost an hour and taken 3 raw loads and almost forgot about the homelss guy. I reach for my clothes as I dress myself groaning as I feel the cum leak out of me. I grab the smokes and slip out of my unit to the elevators and back down to the garage. I walk into my unit and I hear talking and walk in on the homeless guy who fucked me and two other hairy scruffy older blocks, sitting there in their sweaty jocks obviosly waiting for me.. One of them speaks “Finally he is here. I get to go first” he states as he looks at me. What Have I gotten myself into? I start trembling……

I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. I picked it up to throw it away, but I looked at it for a moment. Then for some reason I decided to stuff it back in my mouth.

It was late spring Sunday afternoon in 2001, and I had been away with work for almost an entire week. I was tired, and in need of a shower after a long flight when I got back to my apartment, but instead of hitting the shower, I went straight for gay.com. My inbox was empty, and I was about to log off when an instant message popped up - it was Doug. Doug and I had met online about a year ago, and truly hit it off... conversationally, that is. He was a very good looking, if you were into daddy types. He was also a 57, tall, sexy eyes, nice, strong body with a hint of a pot belly, and TOP. I had never been fucked before, but had been fantasizing about it for years, and knew I was a bottom. I was up front and told him I had never been fucked and that I wanted my first time to be with someone special... and raw. His profile was very clear about the fact that he was HIV+ and hated condoms. And that's how it went for over a year: I liked him, and he liked me, but we would just be friends, because he was POZ, I was NEG. I'd always tell him "it's too bad you're poz because..." and I'd finish with something completely stupid, and he'd always say something like "I would never bareback you" because of some BS propriety or political correctness. Somehow though, whenever we chatted online or on the phone, we ended up talking about barebacking and how powerful and intimate it is to be bred with another man's load. But it was. "Hi Kriss!" his message said. For some reason he always spelled it wrong, but for some reason it didn't bother me a bit. "Hi Doug!" we chatted and he asked if I would ever want to meet. "We've been talking for over a year, and I think it'd be nice to finally meet. I really like you Kriss" I declined and said I was tired, and needed a shower, and a bed. That's when he said "I have both. Why not come by just for a drink? Besides it would be nice to finally meet who it is I've been talking to for a year" I caved. I DID like him and had fantasized being fucked by him HUNDREDS of times, but I also knew nothing would happen. He was POZ, after all and I was neg. It was already dark, and what was usually a five minute drive seemed to take 20 minutes due to some mishap on the road. The slow traffic gave me time to think about all the times we had told me how much he loved to be inside a man raw and give him his load, and how he knew I would know what he meant when I met the right man. I was rock hard by the time I had pulled up at his address. He'd told me he would be waiting outside because the buzzer to his apartment was broken. I saw him from far away and couldn't help but think he was every bit as hot as I had made him out to be in my mind, and more. As I walked towards him in the dimly lit parking lot, I saw him smile, and suddenly became very self-conscious at the wet spot my still-hard and leaking cock had made on my jeans. I blushed and looked down sheepishly and he smiled broadly, opened his arms, wrapped his strong arms around me, then lifted my chin to look into my eyes and said "Hi Kriss... we finally meet!" And promptly deeply kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and gently swabbed my own as though to say "I've been expecting you." I threw my arms around his neck, pressed up against him and again became aware of how badly my cock was leaking for this man. The beautiful kiss lasted a while and when he withdrew, he smiled, and slid his hands down my chest to the front of my jeans and said "let's get you out of these sticky jeans and take care of you." The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever; I was weak kneed from the kiss, but also nervous, not knowing was going on. Was this going to be a purely social exchange? Purely sexual? Or a combination of both? I was aching inside because of what I knew I wanted, and finally meeting this amazing daddy-type man, but again, nothing could happen because he was POZ and I was neg. As he closed the door to his apartment behind us we kissed deeply again. This time he was more forceful. His strong hands grabbed my ass as he pushed me against his door and invaded my mouth with his tongue. Outside his kiss was welcoming and friendly. His tongue was now exploring my mouth. I was taken aback but for every degree of nervousness, it seemed there was like measure of blood rushing towards my engorged cock. This man wanted me, and I wanted him. I fell to my knees in front of him and deftly undid his belt buckle and button fly to reveal his majestic daddy cock. It was not yet fully hard but it was rapidly rising under my gaze. As I opened my mouth, I glanced-up at Doug. His eyes ordered me to swallow him whole. As his cockhead disappeared into my gullet, I saw his eyes roll back as I wrapped my lips and tongue around his veiny shaft and slid my head towards him. However, before I reached the root of his shaft, he stopped me and said "let's get more comfortable." We disrobed and I eyed him up and down, seeing a strong chest and round abs, his legs were strong too, and his entire body was, in a way I'd never seen before, very vascular. In a word he was beautiful. He sat me down on his couch and took his spot in front of me and said "Now, I want you to show me how much you like sucking daddy's cock." He slowly pulled my head back onto his now fully hard cock. I obliged and swirled my tongue around every bit of him until he buried his cock deep in my throat. I felt his head pop past my tonsils and the taste of his precum suddenly sprang to life in my mouth, complemented by the manly smell of his bush. As I was about to begin gagging he withdrew again and bent down to kiss me. Harder even then last time he invaded my mouth and throat with his tongue, letting me know he was in charge, and that I wasn't in control of the situation. That was true, but I also knew that I was in control of my actions. We both knew nothing could happen, because after all he was POZ and I was neg. Suddenly, in one motion, I felt his hands lock around my ankles as he pulled me onto my back, and saying "Daddy Douglas likes boy precum," he bore down on my cock again and again. Even as I trembled from the beautiful blowjob I was becoming increasingly nervous. His hands held me pinned, spread-eagle as he stopped sucking my cock and felt his wet lips and tongue slide over my full balls down towards my hole. Even as he stretched my legs apart wider than I knew they could go, his hands slid down my legs towards my ass. Doug looked hungry and determined as his hands pried apart my ass to reveal my virgin hole. I saw in him a weakness for my hole, as though it was something he needed, not wanted. That's when I felt his beard against my cheeks and his wet tongue caress against my hole. I had never experienced being rimmed, but needless to say it didn't take getting used to. I was in ecstasy as he worked ate my virgin ass. My cock heaved and throbbed as his tongue slid further and further into my hole. I was beyond thought - I was in another universe, and couldn't imagine going back to life before that first instant when I felt his fingers join his tongue inside me. I gasped for a brief second of pain, but soon was writhing in pleasure again. Doug resumed my inaugural rim-job as I suddenly realized my legs were lowering. He looked up at me as though wondering what was going on. In truth I didn't really know myself. As though in a trance, I took his hand and lead him directly into his bedroom, not knowing his apartment but somehow sensing that was where we needed to be. I climbed atop his bed on all fours and buried my face in his pillows. I didn't look back, nor did I have to wait to see that Doug was climbing behind me. He knocked my knees apart with his knees, spreading me wide. I felt his hands ever so gently steady my hips as, for the first time, I felt his cock head touch my freshly rimmed hole. That jolted me out of my submissive state as I became overwhelmed with fear. What was I doing? I was neg and Doug was POZ! Sensing my sudden change the gentle hands on my hips became like vise-grips as he folded down onto my back. He grabbed my wrists, and suddenly I realized that I was completely under his control. Doug whispered into my ear "Don't fight this, Kriss" which was exactly what I did. I panicked as I felt the pressure of his thick cock head increase as he bore down on my hole, his body controlling my range of motion, and as he was much bigger and stronger, my resistance was essentially futile. "It's been a year, Kriss" he whispered and licked my ear. His cock continued his advance into my hole ever so slowly. "I know what you want Kriss," he hissed "you're just afraid to come out and say it." "No" I cried, acutely aware his advance into my body wasn't stopping. At this point I could feel his whole head inside me, and my eyes were wide open as tears streamed onto his pillow as I tried in vain to escape my fate. I could only think of him as some kind of poison, something sinister. I betrayed what I had fantasized about so many times. "You know you want it Kriss. You've always wanted it" he whispered in my ear again. "But you're POZ, I'm neg!!" I whimpered, to which he replied "There's no poz and neg here Kriss, only me and you." I suddenly stopped panicking as I felt Doug let go of my wrists slowly and pull his cock head from my nearly open hole. A sudden and unnatural moment of loneliness came over me, then immediately subsided as again I felt his gentle but firm hands on my hips. The sudden emptiness I felt made me gently back onto his cock head which I could feel waiting for me. Slowly he began to push and the hard leaky cock I had when I arrived was back. I felt him push harder and harder until, in an instant, I felt myself relax thought and Doug's waiting POZ cock slid deep inside me. He held my hips, raw cock buried inside my guts for what seemed like hours. I had never felt so complete in my life, and wanted to experience every bit of his vein-laden shaft. I was still nervous but in a new world now as I felt his hips begin to rock back and forth. Finally I felt a man's cock so deep inside my hole, felt it withdraw completely, and plunging right back into me. I could feel Doug's cock plowing into my tightness. "Fuck yeah" I heard him moan as he continued to grind in and out of me. With each stroke, he picked up pace, ramming me with increasing regularity and force. I became more excited as his low-hanging balls began to slap, something I'd heard and seen before in porn, but never actually heard. I began to buck back to meet his thrusts, sweating profusely, just as he was. Suddenly he pushed my neck and face back into the pillow and lay down flat on my back. Panting and barely able to make out words, he said in my ear "Kriss, tell Daddy what you want." "Fuck me.... fuck me.... fuck me... fuck me" I moaned as he pounded ever harder into my now well-tenderized hole. Again he hissed "Tell me what you want, Kriss." "Fuck me harder Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" I moaned over and over. "Tell me Kriss. Tell me you want Daddy's POZ cum. Tell me, Kriss!" he hissed again. "Breed me Daddy!" I moaned "Give me that POZ load!" Doug instantly began mercilessly slamming into me, as I felt his hard poison shaft thicken and tear deeper and deeper into my guts. I hadn't realized it was possible to be so violently entered, yet feel so much like a man."Take... this... POZ... load... Kriss" he growled into my ear through his panting and gasping for breath, and with one final thrust, buried his shaft deep inside me, tightened his grip on me, and, as I felt every muscle in his body lock-up, his cock spasmed, sending rope after rope of his POZ seed into my body. I could feel a warmth inside my ass that felt so erotic and forbidden, my cock instantly began unloading my neg load into the sheets below me, only to finish and be outlasted by Doug's climax that was just beginning to taper off. The warmth I felt inside with the first blasts of cum now became a scalding fire as Daddy's cock again began to slowly piston in and out of my ass. His pulsating cock softened just slightly, making me realize just how tender my hole was, and allowing his cum to start leaking out as he continued to work his load into my guts. He had collapsed on me but I felt safe under his weight. His cock finally sliding out of me, as he drifted to sleep, I felt my hole close up, and trapping my first POZ load inside my body. As we lay together I wondered whether I was just another fuck, or if it meant something more to him. After all, he was POZ... and now, I was also.

Brian’s dad didn’t tell me anything except to show up at an address right after practice. I was trembling from nervousness and too much fear as I opened the door to the house and went inside. I hadn’t showered and changed with the other guys like I usually did, too afraid of being late and what it might mean. What kind of punishment was there going to be? I know I messed up. My parents couldn’t know I had a nudity magazine in my bag, I’d get a whipping and grounded for who knows how long. Worse than that, the disappointment in their eyes because I’d failed them was something that made me fall asleep crying last night. If only I hadn’t brought my older brother’s Penthouse with me to the church retreat so that I could show Brian. Brian was always talking about girls, and pussy, and sex. I remember being very shocked at how direct and straightforward he was about sex, not to mention the dirty words he used. We weren’t supposed to be lustful or profane, Bishop Jacob said it was a sin. Brian didn’t go to my school. He was a senior, like me, and his birthday was just one day earlier than mine, but we were in the same Ward. The church had thrown a double birthday party for us to celebrate our 18th together. We were now men, adults, and for a whole month I felt proud and grown up. Then Brian’s dad caught us with the Penthouse, whispering and huddled close together with a flashlight in the Worship Room down the hall from where we were supposed to be sleeping. I thought he’d be angry and punish us right there, but he didn’t. He leafed through the magazine standing right in front of us sitting on the floor, every now and then uttering a ‘hmmmmm’ or a ‘okay…I see.’ I know he’d never seen one of THOSE magazines before. The elders of the church didn’t sin like we did. Brian’s dad was standing a foot away only in his holy garments and I couldn’t help seeing them push outward as he expressed his disapproval. Bishop Jacob or the elders, mostly the elders, would gather the young men before church every Wednesday night and Sunday morning, to encourage us to empty our hearts of sin. They’d always let us do it individually, knowing it would be embarrassing to speak of those things in the group. I don’t know what the others would say, except Brian, but I used up all my time talking about Rebecca Thompson and how she wore shirts that were too tight for her big breasts, and how that tempted me but that I was resisting temptation every day. Elder Peter would always ask “were you aroused by this?” In a soft voice I would have to reply truthfully “Yes.” “Were you fully aroused, or only slightly?” He would ask. Ashamed, I would answer “Fully, Elder.” “And did you spill your seed?” The answer changed every week. Sometimes I could control myself, but sometimes just fidgeting my legs meant my seed came forth before I could stop it. I would have to describe it to Elder Peter, the urges and the way my dick wouldn’t go down, and how pushing my legs together seemed to help and make it worse at the same time, until I knew my seed was going to squirt out into my pants in class, and he would scowl. And on those occasions Elder Peter would administer my punishment on my bared butt over his lap. Before he let me up, he would make me promise to resist the temptation of Rebecca’s young full breasts, straining the fabric of her blouses and shirts, and that I wouldn’t let my throbbing penis control my thoughts when I squeezed my legs together until I spurted my young seed wastefully, which often meant I became aroused again. Fortunately, my arousal was pressed firmly against Elder Peter’s legs so he didn’t know. Resisting the temptation of sin was so difficult. Sometimes even the warmth of Elder Peter’s muscular leg against my dick threatened to push me into ejaculation again. Sin and temptation was everywhere. God had no idea what nightmare he created. But Elder Peter was not unusual. I received punishment from almost all the Elders for my sins. Brian’s dad was the nicest one. He always said the pain of the punishment was intended to remind me that lusting was sinful, and that I should remember the pain every time I started to think about females and their bodies. He would take the time to rub my sore butt to ease the sting while he spoke to me kindly about how men would only enjoy sexual thoughts with their wives after they were married, and that men must be strong. He would then tell me that he knew I was a good boy who was trying, and that I could come to him if I needed to. He would rub over my back and butt gently and soothingly while he talked softly about how important it was that we don’t lust for women. Of course I would tell Brian what had happened after each occasion. And Brian would tell me about his. Brian was far more daring than I could ever be and sometimes I think he just made stuff up to shock the Elders. “I told Elder Carl that I put peanut butter on my dick and made my dog lick it off. Oh man, he was mad, he swatted me for a half hour. He made me take all my clothes off and straddle the chair backwards so my ass hung off the seat, and he lit into me. Both cheeks, and the middle.” Brian laughed talking about it. “Fuck, dude… I swear he was enjoying it, running his hand over my big meaty cheeks and asshole. I think Elder Carl likes my ass.” Brian was a little bigger than me, but we were both hefty guys. Both linebackers on our respective teams in high school. “You have a huge target, man.” I told him. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t care. Only my dad is big enough to make me feel it when he goes in with a swat. The other Elders are pussies. They think I give a shit if they whack my ass? I can barely feel it. I put that beast out there and let them go to town. And man, they fuckin’ hate it when I talk about cock and pussy. I told Elder David I got a blowjob from Donna Tempano and he beat my ass until he couldn’t breathe. He seriously had to stop because he couldn’t breathe. That was hilarious. I wore his ass out, he didn’t get close to wearing my ass out. Not this ass.” Brian was way cooler than I could ever be. But he could afford to be, his dad was an Elder in the church. He didn’t have anything to lose. So I walked down the dark hallway with trepidation. If Brian said his dad was the only one who could make him feel a punishment, I know I was in for big trouble. Someone waited there at the end of the hallway, but I couldn’t tell who it was. They wore a white robe, and a mask that covered everything but their mouth. “Penitent Michael, have you come to absolve your sins?” He asked. His voice was deep. I didn’t recognize it, but I was surprised. I thought Elder Robert, Brian’s dad would be the one to punish me. “Uh, yes.” I said. “Enter and join the other Penitents.” He said. Other…? Part of me was relieved that I wasn’t the only one, but the other part was dreading that my sins would be revealed to others. I took a deep breath, and straightened my spine to it’s full 6’3” height. I would take my punishment like a man. I pushed my way through the curtained doorway to see a room shrouded in darkness and candlelight. A hand came from the side immediately and stopped me. “You will disrobe.” He said. Another robed figure, with a mask. But the voice sounded familiar even though I couldn’t place it. I hesitated only a couple seconds before stripping off my sweat soaked cutoff tee shirt without arms I wore for practice, and my high cut nylon shorts. I left my jockstrap on for the moment while I kicked off my cleats and pulled my sweaty socks from my size 12 feet. Damn, that felt good getting out of my footgear. I took a moment to flex my long toes. The concrete floor was cold, but felt great. “Join the other Penitents.” The voice said. I hadn’t taken off my jock, but was grateful they didn’t want me to strip it off. That would be weird. I looked around and saw four other guys my age kneeling before a raised dais. There seemed to be a space for me, and walking up I could barely make out Brian’s huge form kneeling in his jockstrap. I scooted in next to him. “Hey Bri.” I whispered. He turned his head just a bit and I caught a grin on his handsome face. “Hey Mike.” Heck, if Brian was here, I’d be fine. I wasn’t nervous anymore. The church had its secret ceremonies. If Brian was here, we’d do this together. I had noticed as I had walked up in the dim light that the other guys were also in jockstraps. Maybe we were going to be inducted into some special sports brotherhood of the church, which was incredibly cool. I’d always thought the church was kind of wimpy even though it was necessary for my everlasting holy soul and my bond with God. I know we heavily supported the cub scouts and Boy Scouts, and were involved in National Parks, State Parks, and many things outdoors and manly…but the central church part was not very tough and rugged. Yeah, sure, there was the part about men being in control and making the decisions…but we had more accountants and lawyers to boast of than firemen and woodsmen. So, a special church brotherhood of sports guys was going to be cool as sh—- well, really cool. “Are we going to be punished?” I whispered quickly while ten white robed figures assembled on the dais in front of us, standing tall and serious with their white masks that covered everything but their mouths and eyes. “Better.” Was all Brian said, smiling. We waited for a half a minute and I tried not to fidget. “You didn’t shower?” Brian asked, obviously catching a whiff of my heady scent after an intense practice. “No time.” I shot back. “I didn’t want to be late. I was last one here as it was.” “Yeah, I can smell the testosterone coming off you, bro.” He snorted. I leaned slightly towards him and inhaled. “You’re one to talk, you smell as bad as me.” He shrugged. “My natural scent. All man.” He turned slightly and winked at me which made me grin. “Men smell like men. Oh fuck.” His words made me dart my eyes to the dais, where a muscular man strode barefoot past the robed and masked figures. He wore a mask too, but otherwise only a small loincloth. “Bishop Jacob.” Brian whispered. “He’s fuckin stacked, bro.” I guess that was news to both of us. Even though he wore the same mask as the others, Bishop Jacob was easy to discern. In services he stretched his clothes near to splitting when we saw him and it was a point of pride for our Ward that he was a competitive bodybuilder, especially among the younger members who were jocks like Brian and I. We loved Bishop Jacob. And I hated when I had to admit my sins to him. But Bishop Jacob never made me feel bad about my sins, he would administer my punishment lightly, with a gentle hand and a gentle voice, and then he would hold me to his chest while he kindly told me that good men did not view women as sex objects, that they were to be honored as the bearers of our children, as vessels of our love and support. And that we should seek to have sex with women only to bear children to honor their purpose under God. That men have baser urges which if they couldn’t control, had less sinful outlets. Bishop Jacob was incredible. I know he was 40 years old, but he had a body I dreamed of having. Linebackers weren’t necessarily stacked and cut. We were big boys, meaty, muscly, thick and driven to plow, like draft horses. Bishop Jacob had a narrow waist, and a thick deep chest, with shoulders piled on like clouds on a mountain. His legs flared out from his loincloth as wide as his waist. Damn, my big old body could never be as tight as his, coach wanted me to eat everything I could. I know Brian was thinking the same thing, even though he wore a size 34 waist a size lower than mine. And Brian’s butt was bigger and beefier than mine, at least I thought so. I had wide and long glutes, where his were probably half as long as mine and narrower which made them bubble out. But Bishop Jacob, when he turned to the left, then the right in his loincloth, his glutes were like boulders on his huge thighs. He was saying something to the robed figures above us, but I couldn’t hear. “Man, Bishop Jacob is a beast!” I said. “Yeah, man.” Brian whispered. “He keeps telling me I can’t do bodybuilding until I’m older, because my young body isn’t done growing yet, but I can’t wait.” “Really? Can we look like him?” I breathed. “He says yes, but it’s a lot of hard training. But we both have scholarships to play, so he says we’re not on the bodybuilding track and should follow the football training because we’ll do better with that. But still…” “Yeah. Girls would go crazy for us if we looked like that…”. I said. “Right, bro?” He shot back. Not like either of us were hurting for girls, but we weren’t going with just any girl, especially if they weren’t with the church. Well, I know Brian had gotten involved with a couple girls that weren’t but he said they weren’t worth it, that his parents messed it all up. Our whispered conversation was interrupted when Bishop Jacob spoke. “Penitents, you are here because each of you have expressed difficulty with sexual needs, and because each of you has now become a man. As young men, many transgressions can be forgiven. The road to becoming a man is difficult and there are many temptations. You five have shown that you cannot manage and control your temptations. The time is past when such youthful temptations can be forgiven.” I was horrified to see that Bishop Jacob looked directly at Brian, and then at me. I just about peed in my jockstrap. I don’t know what I would do if Bishop Jacob was disappointed in me. He held our gaze for a full three seconds. Then he breathed deep, and the shadows from the candlelight played across his defined abdominal muscles, forcing his Adonis belt to thrust out. “BUT!” He said in a loud voice, which made me jerk in fright. “You all can undergo the Ceremony of Manhood, IF YOU CHOOSE, and be born anew as men, to carry the burden that all men carry. The burden is heavy. We carry the burden so that our women, our children, will not have to carry it. Such is the weight we bear. The men before you have carried the burden, as God decreed. In the Garden of Eden, Eve brought sin to Mankind. Because of that Original Sin, it is Man that must bear the weight. When Christ died on the cross, he bore the weight of Mankind’s sin. Can we, as Men, do any less?” The robed and masked figures bowed their heads and clasped their hands in front of their chests. “We cannot escape the punishment for our sins.” The strong, muscular naked body of Bishop Jacob intoned. It appeared like he had oiled himself so that his muscles reflected the scant candlelight, and deepened the shadows where it danced. I thought he looked like a God. I think he shaved his body, which was beautiful, and mesermerizing. “And we will all sin. It is in our nature.” I was entranced. He was right. We would sin, we were made to sin, but it was our duty to defend ourselves from sin. To deny it. “You cannot deny it.” He said. What? “You cannot deny sin… after all, Eve’s act by putting her mouth on the apple and taking a bite, eating from the forbidden fruit condemned us all. The only way you could fight it was to stop Eve from committing the act before she succumbed. Once she introduced sin to Mankind, we carry it forever.” I froze. What? “The consequence of Eve’s act, is that we WILL sin.” Bishop Jacob stopped like he’d dropped a sledgehammer. I…. Was that true? In my case, yes, I sinned every day, every week. I tried to be better, but Rebecca and her tits, her tight jeans over her juicy butt… I had bad thoughts. It was wrong. But was it going to ALWAYS be there? Because of Eve? Because she let sin infect Mankind? Oh No. That was bad. Tears began to fall from my eyes. We were all sunk. How? How could we overcome this? It wasn’t the fault of women, I know they were innocent, and should be cherished. Women weren’t Eve, they didn’t cause this. “Brian, why? What can we do?” I asked him, out loud, crying. I know everyone heard, but this was terrible. I could see tears in all their eyes, they felt just as bad. “Listen to the Elders, Mike.” Brian said, confidently. And it was his confidence that calmed me. Bishop Jacob smiled and spread his arms. He looked beautiful, like the Archangel Michael. “We can accept the sin of our brothers, and thus we take the sin from them and deliver it unto Christ and his infinite forgiveness. And then, when we enfold our women and create new souls, our sons and daughters, their sin is less. We can create our children more pure than we have ever been, with less sin in every generation, until we reach the Kingdom of Heaven. It is the duty of EVERY son of Adam to take what sin he can unto himself so that his seed has less sin than he has borne.” Bishop Jacob was so beautiful, so strong, so righteous. Yes! I put my hand out to grasp Brian’s shoulder. “Amen!” I cried, along with Brian and the other three Penitents. I turned, and saw a mirroring huge smile on my friend. So I said, “Brian, I will take your sin, so that you may be pure.” He smiled back, his big bright white and straight teeth flashing me from his handsome blonde head. “Michael, I will take your sin, so that you may be pure.” He said. Then… “bro.” I laughed. And hugged him tight. “Bro. Of course.” I said into his ear. Things moved fast after that, we were approached by two robed figures. I’d already wondered if there were Elders, but who knows. I think they were, and I hoped they were my Elders, because they were all good, strong, capable men who had guided me since I could remember. Brian and I were led to a small room with two… workout benches? Yeah, the ones that you could raise the back for shoulder presses. I still didn’t know which Elders were escorting us. The robes were really big, and the masks didn’t reveal much. “Sit, facing the back.” One of the men said. His voice sounded familiar. I took one workout bench, Brian took the other. Our jock strapped asses easily extended beyond the ten inch fixed seat pad. I wrapped my arms around the upper cushion and looked over at Brian. He darted his eyes down to my ass and flexed his own ass, sticking it further out. I raised my eyebrows, but mirrored his move. Now both our big, meaty glutes were hanging off the small triangular cushion of the workout bench. I could feel the ambient swirling air kiss my exposed asshole hanging just beyond the seat. Brian relaxed his cheek against the upper cushion, looking at me and not blinking. He seemed to be emotionally relaxed. I was in a mood, so it seemed to me like he was looking at me with love. I felt the same. So I did the same. Eye to eye. “Relax. After this, everything is just you and me, bro.” Brian said mysteriously. I smiled. “You and me.” I said. So stupid. So innocent.

I can't imagine sucking cock and NOT swallowing. Eating cum is the whole point of being a Cocksucker.

Fake ass eating. Like, when an actor obviously dosen't enjoy it, so he licks above, under or around the asshole. Get that tongue in there man!

OMG I cant believe I just got barebacked and loaded for the first time. Just met up with a top daddy and got 2 raw loads fucked into me. FINALLY!! It happened.

@brnbk - quick question. Have you reached out to management of Grindr and asked them why only certain countries are being offered these free kits? I am just curious as to their response, and if they are willing to offer these kits to all their subscribers. I think it's a valid question. You might get them to expand the option to everyone.

To the issue at hand, I don't think there's much of a correlation either. I've fucked tons of bottoms with bigger (i.e. longer) than mine. To me, it's a bit of a turn-on to see a big, long, thick Cock flopping around on his belly, sort of like the gilding of the barebacking lily. That said, I very often hear stuff from bottoms like 'oh gawd that's big', when what they mean to say is my Cock is quite thick. I think Cock-size (length and girth) is more of a biological thing, like having black hair instead of blonde. It's how we use our sexual gear is what makes us different from the "ho-hum" ones. I actually know a bottom of modest size who will tell off another bottom with a long, thick Cock, and gets angry with them for not fucking other bottoms. I think that's inappropriate, and told him so. Just because a "born-to-bottom" guy has formidable equipment between his legs doesn't mean he's required to Top. I seldom reach the hallowed "second ring", but I can really hammer the fuckbutton, and that's what counts, right? In my book, using what you've got to fullest advantage is what's most important.

If anyone wants to check it out, here’s a link to my newtumbl page. It’s only videos of internal cumshots. [think before following links] https://hungrycheeks.newtumbl.com

I agree. I loved to see more seduction, slowly talking someone into getting fucked raw. Or some online chat, then the first meeting. Also, love sex to be verbal and nasty. AND...I HATE it when a Top pulls-out to cum. The first shot or two are the strongest and usually largest. It's a pure waste to shoot that outside a man's hole when he wants as much sperm inside as he can get.

I was standing in the doorway nude. I was covered in piss and cum in front of my landlord He looked at me annoyed. He was a big bear of a man. 6’4 over 350 lbs. He looked like he might have played professional football some years ago. But probably not any more since he’s in his 40s. He had thick muscular arms but soft muscle. Not toned, I could tell through his flannel shirt ripped at the shoulders. He had sort of messy short black hair and facial hair that was too long for stubble but too short for a beard. I was always afraid of him. He looked like he wanted to hurt me. Those cold eyes always had the impression he wasn’t in the mood for whatever complaint I had about the apartment so I kept to myself. Now here I was in probably the least most presentable way I possibly could be. I felt my face burn red. “Move kid! Before someone sees you.” He pushed me aside coming in, closing the door behind him. He stood in the entryway looking around the place, seemingly not paying attention to me. “Get yourself cleaned up and put something on.” He commanded with little patience in his voice. I felt like a kid in trouble so I hurried to my bathroom and bedroom, cleaning myself up with a wet rag and throwing on what little I could find laying around. When I returned to him he was leaning against my couch with his arms crossed. “If the noise was disturbing anyone-“ “Cut the coy act. I know you two were fucking.” Right to the point. He wasn’t someone to waste time on small talk. “Well… yeah I guess. He needed a favor but things got carried away.” “Yeah? He get you bent over his washing machine or under his sink while he plugs your ass? Playing it off as a happy accident?” “How’d did-“ “Everyone knows kid. The dirty old bastard loves to plant his seed in new meat around here.” I was shocked. How did he know? Was Mr. Lewis telling people? “He told you?” “Kid… there isn’t a single male body in this building who hasn’t taken that guys load up their ass.” What he said was insane. Really? Everyone? I know the complex isn’t large, maybe over a dozen units but everyone? There were young and old, and guys with families here. “He said it’s been a while since he’s played with anyone.” I said sheepishly. “Yeah, to him a few days would be considered a while’. He’s always out looking for new ass.” So Mr. Lewis gets around a lot. I guess that makes sense given his forward personality and insatiable libido. But if he had everyone then. “Wait, have you?” He stared at me as if asking wither or not my question was serious. “Dude, you’ve seen his cock? I mean, I’m a top but damn you don’t see big ones like that on everyone.” That was a shock. I couldn’t imagine what that would look like. There had to have been a foots difference in hight between them. This massive bear on his knees getting fucked by such a small portly man like Mr. Lewis. But then again I didn’t think I’d be in that situation myself. “Figured I’d warn you about him when I saw him flashing his dick to you earlier. But that ship has sailed. He’s probably already pozzed ya.” “No. I mean I think he tried to few months ago but I am still clean. I was tested recently.“ “What about today? Clearly he must have been very thorough with you.“ “He didn’t cum in me. He did plenty of other stuff, but I managed to avoid that.“ I rubbed my sore ass thinking about the pounding I received earlier. How close I came to getting another dangerous load shot in me and this time without getting it watered down with piss. “Oh shit really? Well for your sake you should probably keep it that way. The guy doesn’t care who he spreads his bug to.“ “Does that mean you are?“ “Nah, I take prep so it’s not a problem for me. I’m assuming you don’t?“ “I didn’t think it was really necessary too. I actually don’t hook up often at all. Plus I am busy with work and school so finding the time to get on that would be difficult.“ “Well that’s up to you man. Just know that if you continue to fool around with that guy you’re just going to end up poz.” He started walking towards the door, getting ready to leave. I followed him to open it for him. Wanting to be courteous. Before he left however he turned towards me, eyeing me for a bit. Then he reached forward and shoved his hands down my pants in the back and jammed a finger up my ass. “Oh shit! Why are you-“ as soon as I asked that he pulled his hand out and started sucking on his fingertips. “Hm, not bad. I can tell he gave your ass a work out. If you’re horny and you need to get off I can help you with that. But if you continue playing around with that guy I won’t be interested, I’ve heard of some of the shit he’s into. Just don’t let him start kink play with you. I mean I have kinks too but with him it might start simple, but you give him an inch he’ll take a mile with it. And keep the noise down! It’s like a PA announcement every time the old fuck has scored.“ With that he left me on my own. He gave me a lot to think about. And now my embarrassment has reached an all time high knowing the entire building knows what’s been going on. *some time later* It had been a week since Mr. Lewis came to my apartment. I had his clothes he left over kept in a drawer. So far he hadn’t tried sleeping over. I kept wondering what he planned on. We already did so much. If I had to uphold to my promise then I think I could handle whatever he had in mind. Admittedly some nights while I laid in bed horny I would think of some of the things he did to me. Not because I liked it or anything but because it was the only sexual activity I had that was fresh in my mind. Besides… his cock was rather nice. I thought about what the landlord said and his offer to ‘help’ me with my horniness, but I couldn’t muster the courage to ask him. Mr. Lewis had been his usual self when I passed him by. We had exchanged greetings in the hall but that was the extent of it. Except for today. Today when I was getting home he stopped me in the hall. “Hey there Tommy boy. Have a nice day?” He smiled, looking energetic. “Yeah it was fine. Long day. I think I’ll just relax for-“ “Come over my place later. It’ll be good to spend quality time together.” He grinned while rubbing his crotch throw his shorts. “Um I don’t know. Maybe not today?” I couldn’t think of a good reason to give him, not that it would matter to him anyway. “Remember what you said?” He raised an eyebrow at me. I knew at that point he was cashing in what I promised out of desperation. “Yeah okay…. I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.” Later that night I was stalling and delaying. I was afraid of what was going to happen when I went over there. My dick was semi hard but that had to have been out of nervousness. Every part of my rational brain told me to stay away from that guy. But I did swear, so perhaps after this I can truly be done with it. I made the short walk two doors down to his place. For a moment I considered walking on by to the landlord. Perhaps if he was around I- “Come in boy! Come in!” Mr. Lewis opened the door and already had me by the arm. Guiding me to his living room. He was wearing a tank top and sweat shorts. Did this man ever wearing anything else? “So nice to have you here, was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” “We’ll I’m here. Everything okay? You have a nice day?” A stale conversation starter but what else could I say. I don’t know anything about this man other than he was perpetually horny and had a huge dick and very soft feet. Wait, that last one was a weird thing to bring up on a list of things I know about him. “I’m dandy and randy. Especially now that you’re here. Sit with me. I’ll put on some shows.” Mr. Lewis turned on the tv and we sat together watching some generic show about FBI investigators or something. I was surprised this was what he had in mind. After about ten or fifteen minutes Mr. Lewis pulled his tank top off. “Just getting comfy. Don’t want to get too warm. You take yours off too.” He sat there playing with his nipples. His rather large nipples that stuck out a bit. “I’m not hot Sir. I’m okay.” “You said you’d do anything. So when I take something off. You do the same. And don’t call me Sir, makes me feel old.” “Oh okay. I’m sorry. What would you prefer?” I asked taking my shirt off. “Grandpa.” “WHAT?.. uh why?” That didn’t make any sense! “Because it turns me on, obviously. If I had a grandson like you, wooo boy, I’d never leave the bedroom.” I noticed his bulge in his shorts getting larger. “So now, how about you play with my nipple here, give it a pinch” I reached over and grabbed his nipple. It was firm and round. He seemed to like it. His dick bulge was now very prominent. “Good boy.” We played with his nipples while we watch tv for a bit. Mr. Lewis moaning periodically. So far nothing bad. Then he raised his hips and slid his shorts off. His cock sprang up and smacking his belly. “Now you.” I pulled my pants off keeping my underwear on. “No no! I’m naked here so you should be to. Don’t be coy you silly boy.” I got up and took my underwear off as well. Now we were both sitting there nude. My cock was hard. Mr. Lewis played with his cock while we watched TV. Him seemingly not paying mind to us naked there. Then he spread his legs and leaned back playing with his ass. “I have something for ya.” He pulled on something, it was a butt plug he had stuffed up his ass. It was black and long and wobbled. It had a wet coating to it. I wasn’t sure if it was lube or his moist ass. “I want you to suck on it.” He held in in front of me. “What? I can’t do that!” “Sure you can. You promised. Just do as I say and open your mouth.” He grabbed my face and looked at me expecting me to comply. I knew something was going to go down but I didn’t know what. I bit the bullet. I opened my mouth and took the plug from him and stuck it in. It tasted like giving rimjob. Mr. Lewis pushed and pulled the plug in my mouth. Essentially mouth fucking me with it. “That’s it. Taste grandpa’s wet ass.” Once the plug was clean Mr. Lewis pulled it out and gave it a lick and tossed it aside. “Good job Tommy boy. That mouth work of your is something. Got me real horny.” “Thanks Si- uh grandpa.” “Good. Now for the next part of your promise…” Oh god here we go. “What is it?” I was concerned. “I have three options and I want you to make a choice. Feet, piss, or TV.” “You want me to choose? So I can choose any of those? What happens if I choose any of them?” “They’re all self explanatory. No need to overthink it.” “TV. Definitely TV.” Thank goodness. I can avoid the humiliation of his kink play and we can continue the night watching boring cop shows. That’s fine by- “Okay, if you insist. Now then get up on my lap and hover that ass over my cock.” Mr. Lewis leaned back and wiggled his cock straight up. The cock head was flared wide and angry looking. Much wider then his shaft. About the size of a golf ball. “What?! I thought the option was watching TV?!” “It is. You ride my cock while I watch TV!” He chuckled. “But now here comes the other part. I want you to ride my cock. I won’t move my hips, but you have to milk a load out of me. You can pull off right before I cum if you want to. It’s up to you to judge on the timing but you have to make me cum using your ass.” This was crazy. I have to make him cum? With my ass? Could I really avoid getting filled? Sure I have more physical in that position control but, I don’t know. “Is it too late to pick feet?” “Oh? He he he, dirty boy! I think I know just the type of pig you’re going to be. But yes it’s too late. Now chop chop. It ain’t going to milk itself.” This was reckless, I stood up and maneuvered myself so I was standing on my knees on the couch, straddling over Mr. Lewis’s lap. His cock head pointed up towards my hole. I was trembling. Mr. Lewis spit on his hand and rubbed my ass with it. Lubing me up, digging a finger in. “That’s all the help you’re getting from me. Now lower yourself down and get to bouncing.” I did as instructed, i spread my ass and lowered down on his cock, the tip pressing my hole, I gradually lowered more and felt myself slowly getting penetrated. His head was big and took some force to get it in, but when it did it entered with a wet sounding pop. “Ow! It hurts.” “I’m not moving. It’s all you Tommy boy. Work grandpa’s cock up that ass.” I gave it a moment to relax, once it stopped hurting I wiggled my hips down, and got about half the length up in me. I then stared to gently bounce up and down. ”Good boy. Now you just enjoy that cock while I watch my shows.” Mr. Lewis looked past me to the TV. He wasn’t focused on me but his cock was still hard. I kept going up and down, getting a rhythm going. The sliding was getting slicker and smoother so I was able to increase the pace. “Oh.” I started moaning. It was feeling good now that I could control the action. Mr. Lewis was content watching his shows. I could feel my guts molding to his shape. My sphincter gliding up and down his veiny tool. The head exploring my colon. I put my hands on his chest. His pecs were soft and a little hairy. I needed the support to better work my ass. I kept going for long time. Going up and down. Even managing to slide all the way down and up. But getting his entire length up in me going all the way down gave an intense stretching feeling inside, like my ass wasn’t supposed to take this kind of length. “That’s it. Oof, you’re doing a great job.” I could tell his breath was getting labored. If he was getting close I wanted to work fast. I was enjoying his cock up in me but at the same time I needed to focus on what was at stake and my thighs were getting sore. Mr. Lewis was now staring at me, watching my ass going up and down on his cock. “Are you close yet?” “Yeah getting there. Lean over and suck my nipples.” I leaned down and put his perked up nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it while my ass worked on his cock. I was kind nice sucking on it. Mr. Lewis was moaning. “Aah, fuck you’re a naughty boy. Riding your grandpa’s poison cock. Yeah you love that fuck stick demolishing you. You’re so tight, so hot and wet inside.” I kept sucking his nipples and shaking my ass. Ignoring his dirty talk. I could feel his cock swelling, getting that iron hardness it gets when it’s close. I sat up right and bounced faster, sliding on his pole. He was pinching his nipples and breathing hard. My legs were killing me. “Oh fuck, ooh god.” He moaned “Are you gonna cum?” “Close boy, keep going, ooof, I’ll tell ya when it’s coming. You tell me when you’re getting off!” “Okay!” Not sure how much more I could take. Legs hurt, but the cock felt amazing. I wished we could change positions. “Yeah ride that cock! Oh! Yeah these balls are filled with a weeks worth of cum. Keep working it. You’re hungry ass is perfect for my cock!” His body was trembling his eyes squinting. I could tell he was ready. “Yeah boy! Fuck! Oh yeah it’s coming! Fuck my sperm is coming!” “Okay I’m getting off!” I raised my ass sliding up his furious cock. But Mr. Lewis slapped my thighs down causing me to grind my ass down to his hilt. “Not yet! Just a little longer!” “Wait that’s not fair!” I tried getting up but my legs were exhausted and I was struggling. His cock plunging me deep. I bounced on him a bit more trying to raise my ass up. My head was going fuzzy from the intense dicking. “Fuck boy. Grandpa’s gunna cum! It’s gunna shoot up in you! Weeks worth of poz cum!” “Wait no!” As I worked my thighs up against his hands, causing my ass to clench several times. “Yeah that’s it! Squeeze my cock! That hungry ass is gunna drink it!” I kept trying to work my ass up, squeezing his cock in the process. I could feel him getting harder, his meat throbbing with every anal squeeze. “HERE IT COMES! OH FUCK! AH!-“ his face was grimacing as his hips raising as he was ready to blow. I took the opportunity to raise my hips. His hands were still pushing down as my ass slid up his shaft. I could barley slide it up, but then the exiting stopped. “-AAAGH!” His cock head was so big it got stuck on the inside of my ring. I kept pulling and his cock head was pulling back as if it was stuck “AAAAGH, AAAAH! YEAHH!” I jolted up and his head aggressively popped out. I couldn’t raise too far so the tip was still kissing my entrance. Blast after blast of cum sprayed my hole. It felt like getting pressure washed. Mr. Lewis’s flow of cum was hefty. Cum got all over his lap and my ass. I collapsed on the couch sitting in cum. Mr. Lewis sighed and licked up some of his cum. The rest staining the material. “Ah, good game.” “You cheated…” “I never said I wouldn’t slap your thighs. So technically…” I got up, I slowly made my way to the door holding my clothes. My ass a dripping mess. “Well I guess it’s about that time. And you did a good job sunny boy. I guess I can let you go for the night.” Mr. Lewis walked over, his cock still rock hard and covered in cum like a glazed doughnut, still dripping everywhere, the tip seeping a weak flow like a salivating dog. My toes got drops of cum on them as he got close He stopped me from putting my clothes on. Rummaging through my pants pocket. “Just going to take this.” He took one of the apartment keys off my key ring. “Gonna drop by whenever so might as well have access. Oh and walk back naked for me.” I opened the door to the hall. My clothes in my arms. “Don’t forget your kiss goodbye.” As he said that he walked up behind me and put has hands on my shoulders. He thrust his hips forward and plunged his cock in my ass again *squelch* then pulled out *pop*. “Sleep well my little foot pig!”

If it's quiet, quite often it needs one or two guys to 'get things going'. I sometimes use these moments to chat to guys and see if I can get something going instead of joining those that endlessly pace around in vain...

Love this! I'd ask to see her again!

I AM AN EAGER BUGCHASER WHO NEED TO GET BUGFIXED AND POZZED

With any luck. This weekend I'll get the chance to do it again! I cant wait to take more.

There is nothing that can match a raw dick sliding in and out of your hole raw. Now you have 2 ways to go? Go on PrEP or take your chances.

Love this story. Poz Chem sex is the absolute best. I hope when they visit the bathouse there is a ton of AIDS fuckers there. Lots of slamming tina and if you can other hot chems like special K, X and Heroin. I always wanted to be used and turned out my a toxic chemist.