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Kevin was a little nervous as he took the elevator up to Mike's apartment. His buddy had messaged him the day before about a last-minute surprise party he was throwing for a friend, and really thought Kevin would have fun. He said there would be about 15 guests, mostly guys in their 50s and 60s, so Kevin would definitely be the youngest guy there. He had just turned 28 the month before. That appealed to Kevin, who was really into older men. He hadn't been to a play party in awhile. But since he wouldn't know anyone except Mike, he was uneasy about what to expect. Mike opened the door and greeted him with a big smile. "Kevin, you made it!" he said, throwing his arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. The party was already underway, with loud music playing and about a dozen men standing around drinking and talking. It was definitely an older crowd, with most of the men having grey beards and wearing leather vests and pants. Most of them were bears, which was Kevin's favorite type of man. Mike handed Kevin a drink and walked him around, introducing him to the other guests. Kevin attracted a lot of flirting, with guys saying how cute he was and hoping he was a bottom, which made Kevin laugh. He certainly was a bottom, he told them, which made each of them even more flirty. "Oh, I want your ass first!" said a man named John, slapping Kevin's butt for emphasis. About a half hour passed and the party was really getting started. Most of the guests had taken off their shirts, and some were down to their jocks. The liquor was flowing and some of the men were doing cocaine and ecstasy. Some of the men had drifted into Mike's bedroom, where he had a sling set up next to his bed. "Come on, Kev," said Mike, waving toward the bedroom. Kevin followed and saw that the sling was already in use, with two bears fucking loudly. Other guys had paired off and were kissing and groping each other. There was a pile of leather clothing in the corner. By this time, Kevin was getting pretty drunk. As soon as he entered the bedroom, guys began coming over and fondling him. He took off his shirt and immediately felt a pair of hands on his chest, pinching his nipples. All the attention gave Kevin a big boner, which several men commented on. Now there was about five men surrounding Kevin, groping his ass and crotch through his jeans, kissing him. He was the center of attention, and liked it. He didn't stop one of the men from undoing his jeans, and in a few minutes Kevin was totally bare assed. One of the bears was on his knees, sucking Kevin's cock. By now, everyone had entered the bedroom and was either watching Kevin or grabbing his ass, cock or balls. The two bears had finished fucking each other, so the sling was available. Almost before he knew it, Kevin was in the sling, his feet up in the straps, men surrounding him and tugging at his big erection. It all seemed like a hazy dream to Kevin. He had been drinking a lot and had lost his inhibitions. He hadn't expected to be getting all this attention, but was loving every bit of it. One off the men was kissing him roughly, probing his mouth with his tongue. Kevin closed his eyes when another man began licking his hole and fingering him. John, the guy he had first talked to, thrust a container of poppers under Kevin's nose. Kevin opened his eyes and saw a 60ish bear rubbing a cock against his hole. The man wasn't wearing a condom and Kevin thought about saying something, but by now the guy had already penetrated him and Kevin thought, "Fuck it." Everyone was watching him getting fucked now. Kevin was in complete sensory overload, his stiff cock leaking precum, which one of the men was licking up. Hands were pinching his nipples, mouths were sucking his toes. The smell of poppers was overpowering. Sweating, naked men were shouting and cheering over the throbbing music. The bear fucking him yelled, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" He pulled out and shot his load over Kevin's ass. As the semen dripped down over Kevin's hole, another bear took his place and slurped up the cum, then came over and let it slide off his tongue into Kevin's waiting mouth. In the back of his drunken mind, Kevin regretted that he hadn't told the bear to wear a condom. But at the same time the idea of getting fucked bareback was exciting. Kevin even felt a little sorry that the guy hadn't shot his load into his hole instead of pulling out. Seconds later, another cock was inside Kevin's ass. It didn't take long before the guy was shouting that he was going to cum. This time, he stayed inside and spurted his semen deep inside Kevin's ass. The other men cheered and a little smile crossed Kevin's face. The next hour was a blur as one man after another took turns fucking Kevin. A guy named Jack pumped his load into Kevin's rectum, then walked around the sling and offered his sloppy cock for Kevin to suck. He opened wide and cleaned off the still-hard cock. Every guy who fucked Kevin after Jack did the same, with Kevin eagerly licking the cum still clinging to their dicks. He noticed that the jizz was now taking on a pink tinge, but he was too far gone to care. About a dozen guys had dumped their cum into Kevin's ass when John took his place in front of the sling. As John aimed his cock at Kevin's hole, he noticed a tattoo just above John's crotch. It was a biohazard symbol. Up until now, Kevin had just assumed that the men fucking him were HIV negative, but now there was no denying that he was about to be fucked by a poz man. Before he could think about protesting, John's massive erection was inside his sloppy hole. Kevin swayed back and forth in the sling as John rammed into him over and over again. Kevin noticed that his own cock was rock-hard and dripping as the thought of being pozzed drove him wild. Kevin waited anxiously for John's poz load to enter him. "Oh FUCK!" shouted John as he released his load deep inside Kevin. A second later, a thick rope of cum spurted from Kevin's own cock. He had never cum hands-free before, but the idea that John's HIV was entering his body was a huge turn-on for him. John brought his wet cock over to Kevin, who eagerly engulfed it in his mouth. Kevin recognized the metallic taste of blood mixed in with the semen as he cleaned John's cock. It was one of the most exciting moments of his life. Mike was the last man to fuck Kevin, who noticed that his friend also had the biohazard tattoo over his crotch. Mike's cum quickly joined the dozen other loads already inside Kevin's rectum. "You love having my poz babies inside you, don't you?" he grinned at Kevin. Exhausted but happy, the men lounged around Mike's apartment. Kevin was laying on the bed cuddling with John, cum oozing from his hole tinged with Kevin's blood. He had never felt better in his life, imagining the poz seed invading his body. The thought of being pozzed gave him another hard-on. "Mike, you told me this was a surprise party for a friend," Kevin asked. "Did he ever show up?" "Of course, silly! You were the friend. It's not just a surprise party, it's a conversion party and you're the guest of honor! Every guy who fucked you tonight has HIV, and most of us have detectable viral loads. Welcome to the club, Kev!" For a second, Kevin didn't know what to say. But he recalled a conversation he'd had with Mike a week ago, talking about pozzing and how it kind of turned him on to think about getting bred. Mike must have thought that Kevin was into the idea of becoming positive, and Kevin had to admit to himself that he was. "Of course, you can still do something about it, " Mike added. "Start on PEP tomorrow and it'll head off any infection. You have a couple days to decide." Kevin thought about it that night, but decided against taking PEP. He admitted to himself that he had fantasized about getting pozzed for a long time. He wanted to join the poz fraternity and never again have to worry about condoms or getting infected. It was a relief and exciting to finally be part of the tribe. A couple weeks later, Kevin tested positive for HIV. A month later, Mike invited him to another surprise party, and this time it was Kevin standing in front of the sling, injecting his poz seed into an eager young negative hole. Kevin was happy in his new life as an HIV-positive gift giver. He finally felt at home.

She put the towel on the sofa after wiping him, ignoring Jim’s blushes as she went off into the kitchen. Timmy disappeared upstairs and Peter went and sat on the floor between the grandad’s legs. Jim turned and sat on the towel, sweat pouring down his naked body. He was so excited, but so embarrassed to be sat there, naked, with his former pupil’s sperm in his rectum and his mother having wiped his dripping arsehole. Timmy’s grandfather grinned at him and stroked Peter’s hair. “Are you ok, Jim?” He said. Jim nodded and couldn’t help looking at Peter’s naked body. “Feels good to take that first poz load, eh? I bet our Timmy’s knocked you up so you’re one of the family now.” He pointed at Jim’s tiny cock which was erect between his fat thighs. “I can see you’re excited, alright. But that little cock’s no good to anybody. Come here and suck my cock.” Peter grinned and moved to one side. Jim couldn’t believe he was doing this, especially in front of his old pupil. But he moved and knelt between grandads thighs as he spread them and leant back in the chair. His cock was large, dripping with precum with some ugly looking warts under the mushroom head. Peter grasped it and pointed it at Jim’s mouth. “ Suck it, Sir” He said. Jim was shaking with lust and shame, but he bent his head, opened his mouth and took the old man’s cock in his mouth. It tasted smooth and salty. It felt so degrading to be kneeling with a man’s dirty cock in his mouth yet he began to suck and lick it as he’d been told. “Ahh, yes!” Said Grandad, very nice.” Timmy’s mother came back and stood with hands on hips watching Jim’s head bobbing up and down on Grandad’s cock. “Go and find your clothes, Peter” She said. “Time you was getting home.” Peter got to his feet and smiled at her. She patted his bare bottom as he passed her “No playing with Timmy upstairs, either!” He laughed and ran upstairs. Grandad lifted Jim’s mouth off his cock, got heavily to his feet and pulled Jim onto the armchair. Jim blushed as he knelt on the chair, his arsehole exposed to them both. “So what are you planning for dinner?” he asked. As he spoke he reached for the filthy tube of lube on the table and rubbed some into Jim’s arse. “Oh, I dunno,” She said, watching as Grandad positioned his cock against the glistening hole. “I thought we might have some pasta.” Grandad slid his cock home until his flabby belly was resting on Jim’s upraised backside. “Oh..ohh...oh my,” Jim gasped. This cock was so much fatter than Timmy’s and he just sagged into the chair as he was impaled. “Th..that’ll..be nice..”Gasped the old man as he began to slide in and out of Jim’s bottom. Timmy’s mother grinned at him and ruffled Jim’s thinning hair. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds and go and get on with it then, shall I?” “Ahhh..” sighed Grandad. “This is lovely….ooh...off you go then. I’m just gonna make sure Jim here is well pregnant before he goes and then I’ll come and help out with the cooking!” Timmy’s mother laughed and left the two old men to fuck. Grandad leaned over and whispered in Jim’s ear “You like my fat, old cock up you don’t you Jim?” Jim could only nod. His rectum felt full and stretched by the thrusting cock inside it and he shifted his knees wider to open wider to accommodate it. Grandad felt the movement, went deeper and felt his orgasm rising. “Oh yeah, “ He whispered. “A little pig, aren’t you? Do you want my dirty, poz cum in you?” Jim was crushed beneath the fat, sweating body, impaled on the stiff cock. He knew what was going to happen. Timmy’s sperm was toxic, and now he was about to take another dirty load. He was sure to get pregnant from this old man….and yet...and yet… he had never been so excited in his life. “Oh God!” He gasped. “ Please...please don’t stop!” Grandad laughed and kissed the back of Jim’s neck. “Then here it comes!” He gasped and shuddered and his cock throbbed and throbbed as he spurted deep in Jim’s rectum. Jim could only lay there, sobbing with excitement as he felt the old man cum in him, knowing he was being pozzed even as he reached beneath his belly to wank himself until his tiny cock spurted all over the seat cushion. Grandad belched and stood back. His cock flopped out leaving Jim feeling empty and dripping. The old man noticed the pool of spunk on the chair and tutted. “Here,” He said, passing Jim a towel. “Better clean that up and wipe your arse. She gets cross if we stain the furniture!”

So, it turns out I was a vital part of the team! Dane explained it to me one night in his room after he had fucked me raw and then bred me like I was his girl. “We work hard, with practice and class and everything, there’s no time for girls and dating. But look at us Hayseed, we’re studs, we were meant to fuck, and how can we do that without girls? “Me?” I asked, his cum draining out my hole, what they call my cunt or pussy. That was what I was to them, a team pussy. He nodded, “Team slut is vital to our success, without him we would be all wired up, needing to fuck something, and unfocused.” He shoved two fingers into my leaking hole, and I gasped, “But this, this jock cunt…it gives us a release…it brings up closer together. Don’t you want that?” I nodded, biting my bottom lip as he tickled my pussy with his fingers. “You are so hot,” he said, nibbling on my neck as he fingered me. I moved my head, surrendering to his molestation. In the past week, I learned how much I loved to have my body touched. I had denied myself these sensations for so long that I was desperate to make up for lost time. There was a knock on the door, “Hey Dane, you got the slut?” He laughed, “Yeah come in.” Trevor walked in; he was a dark-haired stud with a body that looked like it was built for water polo. Big, solid, lean, just hot as fuck. “You guys busy?” Dane moved me until my ass was pointing at him, “I just dumped a load into him, don’t even need lube.” Trevor pulled his clothes off and mounted me from behind. I shivered as I felt his cock push into my abused hole…within seconds he had me moaning like the whore I had become. The rest of the weekend was pretty much a lot of that. I got drunk for the first time, they had me stripped to just my briefs and I stumbled from dorm room to dorm room, where the guys stood at their doors, cocks waiting to be sucked. It ended with Dane fucking me in the middle of the hall, my legs spread as the team jerked off over me. I must have passed out because the next thing I know I am in my bed and my cell is going off. Groaning I reached over and picked it up, “Yeah?” “Lucas?” My eyes flew open as I heard my dad’s voice, “Dad!” I said sitting up way too fast. “Why are you home?” I sat there confused for a moment, I understood all the words in the sentence but it made no sense… “Um, sleeping?” “Aren’t you supposed to be in church?” FUCK! I completely forgot it was Sunday… “Oh, yes sir, I wasn’t feeling well…” I gave a cough, “So I stayed home rather than infecting innocent people.” There was silence for what felt like an hour, “You haven’t called your mom in over a week, you’re missing church and I bet you haven’t read your bible since you got there. I didn’t send you to college to forget The Lord.” Fuck fuck fuck… “I’m sorry sir, with practice and everything it has been overwhelming. I will make an effort…” “No, we’re past that point,” he snapped, “I am flying out this weekend, I am going to see this new life of yours with my own eyes. And if I see you have strayed off the path, you’re coming home with me. No discussion, no argument. So, either be sure your ducks are in a row or pack your stuff now.” I opened my mouth to argue but he hung up. “Fuck,” was all I could say. Monday morning at practice I told Dane as he made me suck his cock on my hands and knees in the locker room. “So, your dad is coming to what? Do a room check?” I shook my head and came off his cock, “He is going to want to see everything. The team, practice, he wants to know what I’ve been doing.” He grabbed the back of my head and shoved it back down on his cock, “Well you’ve been doing your duties…but I guess we can’t just say that.” I shook my head as I licked his shaft. Matty walked in and laughed, “Looks like slut is starting earlier,” he said, his hand moving over my smooth ass, “I got time to fuck him?” Dane said nothing and then looked over at Matty as if he hadn’t even noticed him walk in, “What? No, we have a problem. Hayseed’s dad is coming to check on him and if he doesn’t like what he sees he’s pulling him from the team.” “What!” Matty cried, “But we are tearing it up!” “I know, and…we can’t lose one of our best players,” he ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt a thrill move through me as he complimented me, “I mean I guess we just pretend while he is here but that doesn’t stop him from pulling this shit again.” Matty nodded, “We need a solution to the problem, not the symptom.” “Well, brainiac, you have an idea?” Dane asked the surfer. “No, but I know someone who might.” A couple of minutes and a load swallowed later Matty was Facetiming with a super cute high school kid in a dark blue blazer and tie. He was at some fancy private school with people walking around behind him, “Matty! What’s up?” “Hey Gray,” he said, “This is Dane and Buck, they’re on my water polo team and we have a problem.” Gray looked up both up and down and a small smile crossed his face, “Nice problem to have, what’s the problem?” Matty explained it to the kid and when he was done, he sat there, musing it over. “So, what do we do?” Matty asked him. “Your instincts are right, if you just pretend every time Buck doesn’t call or do whatever he can show up and you’ll have to do it all over again. You need to neutralize him in one shot.” “Neutralize? This is my dad we’re talking about!” I spat. Gray smiled, “Relax Wilbur, it’s a term of engagement, I’m not talking about killing your dad. I’m talking about changing his point of view once and for all.” “How?” Dane asked, realizing Gray seemed to be much smarter than a normal high school kid. “Ok, well Buck here was a virgin, Christian closet case, right? Never been touched, sex-starved, the basics.” Both Matty and Dane nodded. “So let me ask the obvious question, Buck, why are you an only child?” They all looked at me and I felt my face grow red, “Um, it’s personal…” Gray sighed, “Do you want help or not?” I nodded. “Answer the question.” “I…I heard my mom explain to one of my aunts that…that he hurt her.” Dane looked shocked, “He hit her?” “Nonono!” I said waving my hands, “I mean…” “He means his cock is too big,” Gray finished for me, and I nodded. Matty looked at the phone, “How could you guess that?” “Look at his speedo, it’s barely hanging on. I know I got mine from my dad, I assumed he did the same. So, we’ve seen this before at the school, you have a perfectly fine student, but the dad is weird with the whole serve-and-obey vibe we have. So, we look into what makes the dad tick and hit them on their weak side.” Dane sounded upset, “How does that help us?” “Cause you already have the weak side.” We all just stared at him confused. Sighing he shook his head, “Look, the kid was a big dicked, undersexed monster being held back by his aggressive religion, right?” We all nodded. “What is there to make us believe the dad isn’t exactly the same? Would he jerk off?” he asked me. “Oh, hell no, that’s a sin against everything he taught me. Every time you masturbate you burn a piece of your soul.” Gray laughed, “Well then I’m a god damned demon,” he looked at Matty, “Throw a team party, a nice one. No girls, just a get-together…I’m gonna send you a packet, stir it into some punch, and wait.” “What is it?” I asked him. “Here we call it icebreaker, we use them at new parent meetings to loosen up the uptight ones. They come in all upstanding citizens; they all leave foaming-at-the-mouth perverts. Make sure he drinks a cup and then watch, when you can see him wavering…make a move. He will be more than receptive.” “You want them to mess with my dad?” I asked, stricken. “You want him off your back? You want him to understand that sex is ok, and he needs to unclench?” I nodded. “Then let these guys plow your dad for a couple of hours until he is screaming for more. I assure you, he will never bug you about it again.” “Thanks, Gray, how’s Archie?” He smiled, “Good, he graduated from Obey and is out in Florida right now doing missionary work on some TikTok boys. And by recruiting, I mean riding them like naughty ponies until they apply to Eden.” Matty laughed, “Send me videos! Tell him I miss him.” “Will do, good luck!” and he hung up. Dane looked at us both, “So a party huh?” I nodded weakly, were they really going to fuck my dad? He flew in on Thursday, so he could watch our match on Saturday. Matty and I picked him up in his car. I made the surfer drive nicer than when he had brought me in. My dad looked at Matty’s car and made a face but said nothing. He sat in the backseat as we drove him to his hotel. “How was the flight?” I asked him, turning around in my seat. “Turn around and sit down!” he snapped, “I don’t trust these godless heathens to drive properly.” I turned around and sat down, Matty covering his laughing with a hand. We got him to the hotel in silence and he told me I was staying with him tonight. “You aren’t leaving my sight until this weekend is over.” I said bye to Matty and carried his luggage up to the room. We checked in, and when we got to the room he began to unpack while I sat on the other bed, not sure what to do. “I don’t have any pajamas,” I said, hoping I could slip away to my dorm for a while. “Sleep in your underwear,” he said gruffly, “You’re not nine.” Man, he was in a mood. “So, you want me to order us some food?” “From room service? I’m not paying through the ass for a cold hamburger!” “No from Ubereats! I can have it delivered,” I said holding my phone up. He looked at it like it was an alien creature, “You know what I like,” he said grabbing some clothes and walking into the bathroom and slamming the door. I ordered us some pizza and drinks and then called Dane. “Hayseed, how’s daddy?” “In a mood, is everything set up?” “Yeah, Matty got the Eden shit, we’ll mix up a bowl for the party and have some brownies on hand just in case.” “He is really pissed,” I said looking at the bathroom, “I think his mind is already made up.” “Then it’s up to us to change it, don’t worry bud, Matty swears this Gray kid knows his shit.” “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.” A few minutes later my dad walked out in just a pair of briefs as he dried his hair. He was in great shape for his age, in fact, he was in great shape for any age. He had played football in college and working on the farm had kept him in shape all this time, but what stood out the most was his bulge. The kid was right, I did get my big dick from him. He was completely soft, and it strained at the thin, white cotton material as if it wanted to break free. I forced myself to look away as I realized it was turning me on, this was not the time or place. I saw we still had almost an hour for the pizza, so I grabbed fresh towels and went to rinse the sweat off of me. LA was burning up today and a shower sounded nice. I stripped and rinsed, wishing I was back at the dorm. As a team slut if I was in the shower and anyone wanted to get served then they’d just come into my stall and start fucking me. It was a nice tradition; one I wish someone would take advantage of right now. I could do this, one night without sex, just get through it and hope the party fixes things. We ate and went to sleep, both of us reading our bible and praying before turning off the lights. I tossed and turned, I loved college and I loved playing water polo, if my dad just yanked me out of school, I had no idea what I would do. I couldn’t just go back to nowhere and pretend to be the guy I used to be. I was about to drift off when my dad snored and mumbled something in his sleep. I looked over and saw he had kicked his covers off…so he was lying in his briefs on the mattress, legs spread as he dreamed. There was a little light coming through the window so I could see the massive bulge from his hard cock, and I was shocked. I knew I had a big dick but fuck me. My parents were in their senior year in high school when they had me, so my dad wasn’t even 40 yet and looked good. He had darker hair and a bigger build, nice abs but not very defined. He had a man’s body, not a gym body and it was super attractive. But that bulge made it all just too much. I sat there and just stared, wanting to see it so bad I could scream. My own dick was throbbing, and I got up and ran to the bathroom so I could jerk off before he woke up and caught me staring. One hand was a blur on my cock as I jerked off, the other over my mouth to prevent my moans from being heard. My load was massive, images of my dad’s cock flashing before my eyes. It felt so dirty, but as with everything I had done the past few weeks, felt so fucking good. I ate the load off my hand and cleaned up, making sure everything was in place before going back to bed. The next morning I was shaken awake, so we could pray. Thankfully he had dressed as we went to our knees and gave thanks to Jesus for another glorious day. I closed my eyes and went through the motion, I still believed in God, but this bible bullshit was lost on me now. God made me this way, he made sex pleasurable…my dad just needed to be shown that. We had breakfast and then went to practice. The team had been told my dad was shadowing me, so everyone was on their best behavior. It was funny seeing these guys who had fucked me raw the last month saying yes Mr. Maxwell, no Mr. Maxwell, can I get you a water Mr. Maxwell? If he only knew. The gig was almost up when Robert, one of the defensive men, walked by and tapped my speedo for luck, as everyone had since I joined the team. I froze and looked to see if my dad saw it. He had and shook his head but didn’t seem upset, “Nice to know there is still grabassing in the locker room.” Whew, that was close. We made a show of it, being super focused all through practice. No goofing around, no trash talk, just us being the finest athletes we could be in hopes of impressing him. Afterward in the locker room, Dane explained to my dad, that we usually met at one of the frat houses for a social and to go over this weekend’s match and he was welcome to join us. “How many girls are going to help you go over the match?” he asked sarcastically. “Oh, no sir, no girls, just the team.” My dad seemed suspicious but said he would tag along, nonetheless. Dane was a legacy for one of the bigger jock frats on campus, he had pulled a few strings to make sure the house was empty on a Thursday night. We pulled up to the house and my dad frowned, “This looks like a party place.” I kinda lost it, “Well we are in college dad, after we have done our homework and played our meet, we’re allowed to have a party.” He looked at me like I had grown a second head, “You drink at these parties?” I thought back to the other night when I got fucked up on edibles and poppers and ended up being double-teamed in the hot tub…but I don’t think that was what he was asking. “No sir, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like the gathering.” He frowned as we got out of the car, there was no winning with this man. When we walked in I almost burst out laughing as I heard classical music being played over the speakers. They were overdoing it and then there was what they were doing now. The guys were all in buttoned-up shirts, standing around talking, it was hands down the best role-play I had ever seen. If I had been fucked by every single one of these guys mercilessly, I would have thought they were normal, upstanding boys. “Lucas!” Dane said seeing us walk in. I think it was the first time he ever used my real name, “You guys made it!” he said walking over to us. “Here, I made this for you.” He handed me a red solo cup filled with a red punch, which my dad took from me instantly, “What’s this? Booze?” Dane’s eyes got wide, “No sir, just some supplements for post-workout.” My dad raised an eyebrow at him, “Likely story, so what if I drink it?” Dane just shrugged his shoulders. “Supplements…” my dad murmured as he downed the cup in one gulp. We all stared as he rolled the liquid around in his tongue before swallowing. “Well, didn’t taste like alcohol.” “It wasn’t sir, I promise,” Dane assured him. My dad held the cup up, “Well then, fill it up again.” Dane smiled and took the cup from him, “Yes sir!” Matty came over as my dad followed Dane and his drink, “I told him that would work,” he said once my dad was out of hearing. “What’s in the punch?” Matty shrugged, “No idea but Gray assured is it would work.” I watched as Dane handed my dad another cup and he drank it down quickly. “Here”, he said handing me another cup, “This punch is safe, that way it doesn’t look like you’re avoiding it.” I took a sip and it was punch but it had an aftertaste, I watched my dad as Dane and him talked as he poured a third cup. “How long does it take?” “Like I know? Gray said just give it time,” he said sipping his from his own cup. We all watched my dad as we drank. Slowly he began to change, becoming more relaxed, more at ease until he finally burst out laughing, shocking all of us. “You guys cannot tell me you actually enjoy this music?” he asked, his face flushed. “What’s your poison?” Dane asked. “Got any George Strait?” Dane changed the playlist and country music came blasting from the speakers. “There you go!” my dad said, his forehead damp with sweat. “Why is it so hot in here?” “Well shoot Mr. Maxwell,” Dane said reaching over and undoing the first button of my dad’s shirt, “It’s just us guys, get comfortable.” My dad let him undo his shirt and then took it off, leaving him in just a wifebeater. “Come sit down,” Dane said, guiding him to a couch, “Don’t forget your drink.” My dad grabbed his cup and finished it as Dane sat him down, “Guys, come on, let’s not leave Mr. Maxwell out there on his own.” He took his shirt off and the rest of the team followed. I took mine off, damn it was hot in here, did we have the heater on? “Come on bud,” Matty said, guiding me to the couch, “Can I get another cup for you Buck?” He dumped me on the other end of the couch, and someone handed me a cup, “Drink up,” they said. I nodded and downed it, the fruity taste was sweet and seemed to just make me more thirsty. “How you liking LA so far sir?” Dane asked my dad, who seemed to be staring at the bottom of his cup. “What? Oh, I hate it, den of sinners…” he mumbled as someone took his cup and handed him another. “Do you not have air conditioning?” he asked. Dane nodded, “Yeah we just turned it on. Here take your boots off, relax.” He pulled my dad’s boots off, taking his socks as well. I kicked my shoes off as well, I pulled my undershirt off, and wiped my chest off as Matty handed me another cup. “Thanks,” I said, sucking it down greedily. “Look, your son seems to have the right idea,” Dane said, pointing to me. My dad looked over at me with unfocused eyes, looking right through me for a moment. “Here,” he said pulling at my dad’s wife beater, “It’ll make you feel better.” “Not proper to be half naked…” he mumbled as he let Dane strip him. He fell back onto the couch, eyes closed as he panted. “Damn,” Dane said, his hands moving over my dad’s chest, “Hell of a chest Mr. Maxwell.” I just stared as his hands roamed over the meaty pecs. My dad grumbled at first but when Dane plucked a nipple he gasped and gave a small, little whine that made my cock jump. “Your son has a nice set of tits too,” he said, twisting both now, making my dad’s head thrashed from side to side as he moaned. “So sexy,” Matty said, grabbing my nipples. The shock made me moan loudly as I felt him straddle my waist and start to play with my body. I wanted to tell him no, that my dad was right there but his fingers were making me feel so good that when he leaned down and kissed me I kissed him back, not caring who saw what. Dane leaned in and whispered in my dad’s ear, “Looks like it’s a party now…” and turned my dad’s face to the side, his gaze falling on me and Matty. “Lucas?” he said distantly as he watched me make out with the surf stud. “Your boy is hot,” Dane whispered, licking the outside of my dad’s ear, making him shudder, “Just like his daddy…” Dane’s tongue slipped into his ear and my dad’s eyes closed as he let out a groan. Dane moved his head to the side and began to nibble on his neck, making my dad whimper with each bite. Matty and I stopped kissing as I watched Dane grab my dad’s face and turn it back, leaning down and kissing him. At first, my dad was motionless, no doubt his mind in shock as he felt another man’s mouth on his…Dane began to twist his nipples and my dad slowly began to kiss him back, his hands moving up and pulling Dane down into an embrace. I just stared open-mouthed, watching my born-again Christian dad make out with Dane inches from me. I felt something press against my face, I turned and saw Matty’s cock inches from my mouth. He smiled and pushed it in. The fear of my dad sitting right next to me was overridden by the conditioning of the last month of accepting any cock given to me. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled him down on top of me, his thick cock filling my mouth completely as I lavished all my attention on it. I could feel his hands moving through my hair, the shudders his body made when I swirled my tongue around his head…I loved making these guys crazy with lust. I heard Dane’s voice, “Look at your boy suck on that cock…” My dad’s voice cracked, “Buck…no…” but there was no emotion behind it. I glanced over and saw he was just watching me, eyes locked on me servicing the cock in my mouth. “Look how talented he is,” Dane said but my dad shook his head. “Not right…sinful…” “If it’s so sinful,” Dane asked, “Why are you so hard watching it?” He grabbed the bulge in my dad’s pants, and I saw his eyes flutter as he let out a hearty groan and his head fell back. Dane’s hands undid my dad’s belt in a flash, “Lift your hips, sir,” he said, and fuck all if my dad didn’t do just that, obediently lifting up as Dane pulled the slacks off, leaving my dad in only his white briefs. His bugle was obscene as it clearly showed his cock snaking to the left as he watched me suck Matty off. He was clearly dazed as his hand moved over his cock and he began to rub it through the thin cotton. He was touching himself watching me suck someone off! Dane moved his hand over my dad’s bulge, and I saw my dad shudder as he allowed the other hand to take over, “So hot right? Look at him take that…” My dad was just staring, he nodded slowly as Dane gripped his cock through the briefs, “You see everything we taught your boy…he has such skills…you wanna see?” Another slow nod as Dane kept stroking him. “Matty, you’re done,” Dane said, and the surfer climbed off my chest, his cock slipping out of my mouth. Dane locked eyes with me and made kissy sounds like you would to a dog, “Come here boy…crawl…” My dad locked eyes with mine as I crawled across the couch on all fours. As I got closer, I saw him hold his breath, as if he was not believing what was happening. Once I got close Dane grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down, “Get the bone! Good boy…get that bone!” He pressed my face against my dad’s cock, and I moaned as I began to mouth the cock that brought me into the world like the whore I was. He was so big! I heard him gasp as he whimpered, “Buck?” “Get in there!” Dane ordered and I began to slather the briefs with my spit, exposing the thick veins of his cock through the thin material. I moaned as I began to work the meat over, my dad just looking down, his hands by his chest as if afraid to touch me. “You feel your boy’s mouth? Feel that on your cock?” Dane asked. My dad nodded, open-mouthed, “Pull your underwear off…feed him the real thing.” My dad shook his head, just watching me, Dane grabbed a hunk of my hair and pulled my face up. I knew what he wanted. “Please Daddy…let me suck your dick.” Slowly my dad’s hands went to his waistband, never looking away from me. He slowly pulled them off, his cock springing free, slapping up against his stomach as he slipped them off. I reached out and grabbed it by the base and he whimpered again. “Tell him what you want sir…tell your boy what you want him to do…” His hands hovered over my head as he just stared through me…and finally, I felt him grip my head, “Suck your daddy’s cock,” My dad said, pushing me down on it. My tongue rolled around his head, and he moaned as he shoved me down harder, choking me with his massive cock. His hips came off the couch as he thrust up, face fucking me like I was just some slut he picked up. I heard cheering from the guys along with different lights coming on as they filmed us with their phones. I didn’t care and my dad didn’t either, we were too caught up in whatever this was, he was panting my name as he stabbed his cock into my mouth, “Take it Buck…fucking take it…” Hearing my dad’s voice just made me insane. I was making my daddy feel good and I wanted more. Tears welled in my eyes as he forced more and more of his cock down my throat, I was gagging from the monster, but I didn’t back off. I wanted to make my daddy feel good, I needed to… My head was pulled off and I was thrown to the other side of the couch onto my back. Matty spread my legs and started to eat me out aggressively. “Fuck!” I moaned as I felt his tongue force its way into my ass. Dane grabbed my dad’s head and forced him to stare, “Look, watch as my boy eats Buck’s pussy.” “Buck…has a pussy?” he asked, confused, watching me writhe like a whore under Matty’s tongue. “Oh yeah, your son has the tastiest pussy on campus…” Dane kept saying, “He spreads his legs for all of us…we’re all addicted to it. Your son is the best slut…” “Buck is a slut?” my dad asked, not looking away. “The best slut…” Dane whispered. Matty kept my legs spread as he violated my hole, I looked over and saw my daddy practically drooling watching me get eaten out, he was slowly stroking his own cock, I don’t even think he was aware of it. Watching me on my back was turning him on something bad. “You wanna see him get fucked?” Dane asked him. My dad slowly nodded. “Light him up, Matty.” Matty sat up and wiped his mouth and smiled, “You ready cunt?” I looked up and nodded and he wasted no time. His thick cock thrust into me, and I moaned as I felt him split me open. He held my legs wide as he slammed into me like a man possessed. My mind was fuzzy as I lay there and enjoyed the feeling of my cunt being tickled… “See? Look how well he takes that cock…” Dane said, reminding me my dad was watching this. I looked over and Dane had taken hold of my dad’s cock and was stroking it for him, I could see my dad’s eyes roll back as he let the jock service him as he watched his son get plowed. I watched as Dane pushed my dad back onto the couch, slowly moving his hand up and down that thick shaft, until my dad was leaning all the way back, legs open. Dane held the cock by its base and began to lick at the head, causing my dad to moan out loud. I watched in fascination as Dane slathered his tongue all over my dad’s cock, making the normally stoic man curse under his breath as he felt the college jock lap at his balls, making him shake. My dad was so out if he didn’t notice that Dane was going lower and lower…beneath his balls, to his taint…until my dad’s legs were up in the air and his ass cheeks were being spread. “Wait,” my dad said, suddenly waking up, “No…what are you…” Dane looked up, “Hit him.” One of the guys came up behind my dad plugged one nostril and placed a bottle of poppers under the other. “Deep breath…” My dad inhaled, confused as to what was going on, the bottle was switched. “One more…” He did as ordered, and he made a face from the smell… “Oh god…” he said, his head falling back, and I could tell the fumes had hit him. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Dane smiled, “Better…” and began to eat him out. My dad mumbled as his head rolled to one side, drool rolling down his chin as another hit of poppers was forced into him. Dane kept ravishing my dad’s virgin hole, sending all new sensations through his body…wearing down his resistance one lick at a time. By the time the poppers had worn off my dad was whimpering as Dane speared into him over and over. Dane pulled back, “Hold your legs open slut.” I lost it as I saw my dad grab his own knees and spread his legs wide as the guys cheered, their phones held high. Dane went back to work, and I watched my dad push his ass back into the jock’s face. “You like watching your daddy get eaten out?” Matty asked as he slammed into my cunt. I moaned and nodded. “Hey, Dane…where do you think Buck here got his hungry pussy from?” Dane pulled off my dad’s ass, “That’s a great question…I wonder if it’s genetic. We should do some science…” Dane put two fingers to my dad’s mouth, “Get 'em wet whore…” My dad opened his mouth and licked the fingers, sucking on them as the guys cheered again. Dane slipped them out and moved them between his legs, “Experiment one, does Mr. Maxwell have a cunt button?” My dad gasped as Dane slid two fingers into his ass, tickling him in places he never dreamed a guy would touch. “Oh…no…” my dad moaned as Dane went further in, “Unclean…a sin…” And then his eyes shot open as his hips came off the couch, “FUCK!” “Found it,” Dane chuckled, and the guys cheered again as they filmed him. “Oh…oh!” my dad cried as Dane stabbed his bitch button over and over, making my dad’s cock leak as he held on for dear life. “Yeah, you like that slut? You like me fingering your cunt?” Dane asked. My dad’s head thrashed side to side as he kept sobbing from the violation, but it was obvious from his cock that he was loving every second. “Come on old man…tell me…you like me tickling your pussy?” my dad bit his bottom lip and Dane shoved three fingers in, “ANSWER!” “OH FUCK! Oh god…finger my cunt…harder…more…” my dad babbled, hearing the hunger in his voice made my cock twitch. “You want more?” Dane asked, still jabbing that spot, my dad nodded, sweat falling down his face, “Well how can I turn that down?” Dane slipped his fingers out and grabbed my dad’s ankles, spreading his legs like a wishbone. He looked over at one of the guys, “You getting this?” the guy nodded as Dane plunged his cock into my dad’s virgin hole. “SHIT!” my dad screams as he feels Dane’s huge cock take his cherry. “Oh yeah, it’s genetic, this is a tight ass pussy…come on slut…take that cock,” he said pulling his dick out halfway before slamming it home again. My dad let out a plaintive moan as he felt his ass cherry harvested for the first time. Straight, father, husband, born again, all of these things began to melt away as Dane’s cock slammed into his cunt button over and over…his grip on reality slowly melting. One of the guys put the poppers back under his nose and my dad inhaled willingly, his eyes rolling back as the effect hit him. Dane was ruthless, slamming into the man hard and swift, berating him the whole time. “Come on you fucking whore, think you’re better than us? Think you can come here and judge…how’s your pussy feeling daddy? You like that? You want more? Harder?” “M-more…” my dad stammered, his toes curling as Dane fucked him within an inch of his life. “You gonna fuck with us again? You gonna judge Buck?” He shook his head, tongue hanging out as he sobbed from being fucked. “Look at you two,” Dane said, moving my dad’s head in my direction so we could watch each other get fucked, “Two sluts in a pod…” I held my hand out and my dad took it, our faces wincing as we were fucked again and again and again… “What, you thought your dad would be a tough nut to crack? The tougher they seem, the bigger pussy they are, ain’t that right, Mr. Maxwell?” My dad nodded as Dane tore his hole up. We kept moaning as our cunts were assaulted…I felt my balls begin to tingle and I cried out, “I’m close…oh fuck…” My dad squeezed my hand, “Cum for me boy…let me see your load.” I felt Matty’s cock hit me right there…my whole body shook… “DADDY!” I screamed as my cock unloaded all over my chest and abs, spraying cum everywhere. My legs shook as my ass clamped down on Matty’s thick, surfer cock, pushing him over the edge. “Fucking take my load you fucking whore…” he raged as I felt my cunt flood with his load. Dane pulled his cock out of my dad’s ass and grabbed my dad’s head, pushing it down onto my body, “Clean your boy…” he raged, getting my dad on all fours as he thrust into him again. My dad’s face was over my stomach now as he panted from being plowed, Dane looked at me and nodded and I slowly pushed his head down…and I felt him licking my load off of me greedily. “Fucking, slutty, whore…” Dane raged, hands on my dad’s hips as he hit him harder and harder, making my dad cry out in ecstasy, “Fucking take my load…” My dad’s eyes bulged as he felt Dane shoot his load into his ass, you could see the deep shock in his face before the pleasure took hold. I saw his body begin to shake as he came hands-free, dropping his load under him on the couch. My dad collapsed in my lap as Dane pulled out of him. He looked down at the stunned man and smiled, “Next!” One of the guys pushed Dane out of the way and spread my dad’s legs, shoving his cock into his used cunt, making my dad moan. It was going to be a long night. That Monday my dad went home alone. He had spent the weekend being fucked constantly by the entire team…save me. I didn’t fuck him, though I could have, instead, I got plowed alongside him each night, the most we did was kiss as we were fucked. Monday, with his things packed, he turned to look at me. “So…you’re staying?” I nodded. He smiled, “I can’t blame you,” he held his arms open and I walked over and he hugged me, “I love you Buck, and if you’re happy…then be happy.” He leaned in and kissed me, our tongues meeting as his hands roamed all over my body. “When you come home for Christmas…we might have to go on a fishing trip. Just you and me.” I smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded and cupped my cock, “I think we both know what we want…” I nodded and felt my face grow red, “Will you fuck me, daddy?” He nodded and kissed me again…forever changing our relationship.

Chapter 1 – Part 3: Intermission Hi, I’m Gabriel. Erik, this young fellow this story is about, doesn’t know what I’m about to tell you now. So if you know Erik, don’t tell him. I’m the one who returned his phone back to the hotel. Of course, I made sure to copy the sim card before I returned, so I have a twin and knows everything that he posts in social media, texts that he sends and receives, and so on. This young Norwegian was good business for me. Those Polish skinheads paid good money to fuck him. They told me that they were poz. I told them he was a virgin, and I wanted 2000 euros for him. Well, Erik couldn’t pay me for sex, so that was my little revenge. From the texts between Erik and his doctor I found out that he tested himself for std’s when he came home, and his doctor probably gave him a PEP booster, so he’s not poz. Unfortunately he will probably also most likely be on PrEP from now on as his doctor must have explained to him what it was. But I’ll find my ways. I’m not done with him yet. I have a copy of his phone, so I’ll know where he’ll travel next. By the way, Martin, his ex-boyfriend is a cute one. Maybe I could manipulate him some way or other also?

“One last time” I said, holding Bailey’s shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?” “For the last time, yes!” he said, smiling back at me. “Let’s go get me pozzed.” My dick hardened hearing him say that, not least because the idea of finally topping him had come into my mind a couple of days before. I had decided that, at some point that night, there was going to come a moment when I would plough my cock into his hole, and relish in fucking my boyfriend through all the poz loads he would be filled with by then. He did not know I planned to do this, probably assuming I would be getting fucked round the clock as well, but this was something I wanted to do more than anything at this point. Maybe the prospect of becoming toxic was making me into less of a bottom and thus a potential gifter myself? Who knows, but I knew that night I would find an opportunity to flip things with Bailey for a change. We were heading for Omar’s place again, this time with Bailey driving us there in his old banger of a car. Our host was apparently feeling not only ready but also eager to have some fun again, after Jeff had slipped away around the same time Bailey and I were finally talking about everything the morning after my gangbang. A month had since passed, and it seemed that Omar had decided that he did not have to deny himself distracting fun while grieving his partner. A month had also been long enough for Bailey to convince me that he was serious about wanting to join me on this journey, and if anything the fact that I had somehow still not converted was only making him more eager as he thought about us both getting turned together. I have to confess that this was also doing it for me, despite my slight frustration at my body’s apparent ability to repel that which I was seeking. We pulled up at the house after a couple of wrong turns en route, and then sat in silence with the engine off for a little bit. Bailey was facing straight out the front window, and seemed to have disappeared into himself. “It’s OK if you don’t want to do this now that we’re here” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush, if you even want to do this at all.” “No, no, it’s not that” he said, turning to face me. “I just suddenly thought about the other guys back at the house, and what this could all mean.” “Yeah” I said. “I’ve thought about that too.” “Did you come up with anything?” he asked. “Well” I started, “things are already different because of you and me. I reckon there might be something between Tom and Marcus now as well, and something is also up with Sean and Josh. Everything’s changing as it is, so we’ll just have to deal with it in amongst all that.” “So you’ve seen that too?” Bailey said, smiling. “I mean, Tom and Marc are like the worst-kept secret going, but I was also wondering about Sean and J.“ “I’m starting to wonder if any of us will end up with a woman” I said, chuckling. “Do you reckon any of them would be into this?” he asked. “Never say never” I replied with a wink, before opening the door and getting out. We walked up to the house, but the front door opened before we could even ring the bell. Omar greeted me with a hug, and then did the same to Bailey even though they’d never met. He then showed us into the living room, and much like last time we settled in to drink, smoke and chat with everyone else for a bit. I could tell Bailey was nervous, but he got more comfortable as he answered questions about himself, talked about how our relationship was going, and also spilled the beans on some of the more notable orgies at the house as well as his own exploits with older men. The men lapped it up and I could sense the heat increasing in the room, meaning we would soon be out in the playroom getting down to business. While Bailey was distracted telling one particular story about a bukkake evening I quietly confided in Harry and Sid about my desire to fuck my boyfriend, and they agreed to make sure I was given the opportunity whenever I wanted during the course of the night. When we moved into the playroom, Bailey and I were both stripped down and then re-dressed in leather gear. Bailey looked so fucking hot in the collar, cuffs, harness and boots they put him in, and I could tell he liked the similar garb that I was now wearing. Omar steered him over to the sling and got him settled and cuffed in, and then I joined him over there standing at his side. I watched Omar get him loosened up before sliding in his poz dick, before a hand on my back encouraged me to bend forward so my face was next to my boyfriend’s. I was still able to watch his expression as he knowingly got fucked with a toxic cock for the first time, while enjoying the feel of another making its way into me. I never looked back to see who was fucking me, instead focusing on Bailey and occasionally kissing him without causing too much interruption of Omar’s own view of the gorgeous stud he was ploughing. We both got fucked and bred several times in those positions, before Harry appeared opposite me and indicated that the time had come. I straightened up, then made my way round to stand between Bailey’s legs. I gently stroked around his hole with my finger, before stepping up closer and placing my hands on the chains. Only then did I make eye contact with him, and in that moment I knew beyond all doubt that I was in love with him. His eyes had a pleading quality, and it was clear he wanted this as much as I did. I stepped in closer and leaned forward so that I could kiss his stomach, and as I did so a couple of the guys unhooked Bailey’s wrists from the sling chains. We both shuffled a little until we were face to face, and he threw his arms round my back and pulled me in for a long and deep kiss. “Please” he whispered, as our lips moved apart. I smiled at him, and then stood up straight, used one of my hands to help catch his hole with my cock, and pushed in. I’m not honestly sure either of us was really aware of there being several other men around us at any point. Our eyes were locked on each other’s continuously, as I took on the role of top for the very first time ever in our relationship. In reality, that night was also the first time I had ever seen Bailey bottom, though I of course knew by then that he had been giving it up to a large number of older men. But we had stuck to our normal roles since getting together, even with everything out in the open at home, and only there in that moment in Omar’s playroom were things changing. We did not say a word, nor did we need to, as we both just seemed to understand that this was going to be a regular part of our lives hereafter. This was going to be the x-factor that separated the platonic from the romantic when it came to sex. Yeah, we loved each other and would now happily say so, but for over a year there had already been fucking, kissing and cuddling. Bailey giving himself to me was what stood things apart from how they had been before, and we were never going back. Funnily enough, every time I took him that night, whether he was in the sling, strapped to the bench or cross, or wherever it was he was being used before my opportunity came again, it was a private moment. Literally speaking these fucks were obviously not private given the audience we had, but our intense connection made the rest of the room drop away every time. Of course, there was a lot more to the night than Bailey and I moving to a new level in our evolving relationship. I had somehow not converted so there was an urgency and frustration behind the power-fucks these old men were giving me, whilst Bailey was being treated as the guest of honour this time and was thus living out some of what I had experienced before. The major difference was that there were few other things going on, with the men focusing their energies and cum supplies almost exclusively on the two of us. Bailey’s hole was basically never empty, and mine only got a break when it was time for me to top him again. Not that either of us were complaining: I was obviously a cock-hungry cumdump, and it turned out the man I loved could be too. I think I enjoyed it most when we were in it together in some way, whether that be in a 69 while both getting ploughed, side-by-side on all fours while able to look at each other, or any number of other positions around the room where we could still be connected while both being fucked and bred by toxic cock after toxic cock. Strangely enough, there was not a lot of poz talk going on that night, I guess because everyone knew what was happening, and no-one seemed to need to be turned on any more than they already were. Perhaps there had been some viagra and energy drinks, as the men lasted all night this time. Dawn was breaking before things wound down, by which point all hope of keeping count of how many poz loads Bailey and I had each taken had been lost. Our sore and gaping holes were evidence enough that we had been well-bred, and as each guy shook our hands or patted us on the back, their tattoos and other aspects of their appearance made it clear that no-one had been shooting blanks. “That was amazing” Bailey said to me, as we held each other under the hot shower in Omar’s guest bathroom. “It was” I said. “Seeing you give yourself up like that was incredible.” “Seeing and feeling you top me was the best part” he said. “For me too” I said, before pulling away a little to be able to look into his face as the water was deflected by the back of my head. “I love you” I said, for the very first time. I felt him start to tremble slightly, and so I leaned in and planted my lips on his. We kissed for quite some time, before eventually pulling apart, staring into each other’s eyes for a while, and then finally getting on with washing each other. We said nothing more as we finished up, got out and dried ourselves, and then re-dressed and headed back downstairs. Omar saw us out, and we headed for the car. A week later we both started to feel unwell, and we were soon fully taken over by the fuck flu. The other guys took really good care of us while doing their best not to catch it themselves, unaware that this was not that kind of flu. Eventually we were better, and on top of doing what we both needed in order to get caught up on what we missed in lectures, we also headed to a clinic in town and got tested. Bailey was so turned on by the fact that we had converted together that we ended up fucking like rabbits for several days afterwards, not concerning ourselves with the decisions we would eventually have to take about meds, honesty with the guys, and all that. However, Bailey’s experiments with a sharpie, some designs off the internet and some bits of tracing paper stuck onto different parts of his skin suggested to me that he actually wanted to be open about his status, and that turned me on even more. His hole got several workouts when he stuck a mock biohazard tramp-stamp on his lower back, and I think we both knew he would soon have some actual ink there one way or another. A month after our positive tests, we headed back to Omar’s for what he called our Recharge Party. Harry texted me about it and said they only occasionally did it, and basically the plan was for us to be guests of honour again so that we could top up our systems with more of their gifts. However, the evening would be a bit more of a free-for-all, with Bailey and I both encouraged to top the men or each other if we so wished, and as had been the case at my solo gangbang, they would all be having fun with each other too. This sounded like a lot of fun, particularly as Bailey and I had been feigning monogamy back at the house to avoid any issues, so we eagerly drove back over on the chosen Friday night. We were both a lot more relaxed as we were just there to have fun with a nice group of men, some of whom I was starting to think of as friends, and we were well into some bottles of champagne prior to events beginning when the doorbell rang. Omar went to answer it, and when he returned with someone else in tow, Bailey and I got the shock of our lives. “Sam!” I exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Bailey asked, looking a little panicked. “I, er, followed you to see where you guys go” Sam said, still slightly hiding behind Omar. “Can I join your party?” Bailey and I turned and looked at one another, our mouths agape. But then, as I was about to come up with some sort of lie to tell Sam, I saw a glint form in my boyfriend’s eye. He closed his mouth into a wicked grin, and I knew that there would be no lies tonight. Sam had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den, and the night had taken a whole new turn… To be continued

This story is fiction, and should be read as such. Parts of the story loosely evolve around some of my own experiences, but mostly is purely my own fantasy. I never experienced anything against my free will, drugged nor exploited against my will or knowledge. That is fantasy to spice up the story. Not even my age in the story is right. If you don’t agree to the theme, including drugs and pozzing, and how the story evolves, you should not read this story. Chapter 1: Berlin “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands were tied and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. How did this happen? How did I get here? I tried to gather my thoughts, but I felt disoriented and my memory was fuzzy. I was 18 the first time I went to Berlin, fresh out of high school. Actually it was the first time I ever went anywhere abroad without my parents and sister. I was supposed to travel with my boyfriend for two years, but he had broken up with me a couple of weeks earlier. Even if he didn’t want to come, I never told my parents. I don’t think they would have agreed with me traveling by myself anyway. You know, being their only boy and mommy’s little cornerstone and all. No experience from the big and dangerous world. My dad had offered to take me to the airport that morning, but I told him that I would go with Martin, my boyfriend. I never told my parents that we’ve broken up. His uncle was going to drive us. Another lie. I took the train. By myself. To cut the story short, I made it to Berlin. Didn’t have any clue how to get to my pre-booked hotel, that is, the one that Martin had booked for us. I just took a cab. Turned out the hotel was in Schöneberg, which turned out to be the main gay district of Berlin. Actually seeing all the pride flags all over gave me a hard on. When I checked in at the hotel, it was just around noon, and I had no idea what to do, so I signed up for a hop-on-hop-off bus tour, so at least I could say I’ve seen the city. After dinner I wanted to go to a gay bar, as I’ve never been to one before. The first place I walked by with a pride flag on it was Connection Club, but it didn’t seem to open until later. Right next to it was a fetish store. I stopped to look for a moment, but all the fetish stuff they were selling didn’t really interest me, and I really wanted to visit a gay bar for the first time. Prinzknecht right next to it seemed to be open. I stepped inside, and it was actually quite crowded. I went to the counter, where the bartender asked me something in German, which I didn’t understand. Being only 18 I wasn’t much experienced in bars in general either, so I kinda stottered “A beer?” Even forgot the “please”. Noticing my insecurity, and not quite knowing what kind of beer, he just handed me a lager. I paid him and started looking for a place to sit down. I found one spot by the window. I noticed a lot of the men in there staring at me. I was too scared to talk to any of them. That beer probably went down too fast. I ordered another one. Two beers later, still haven’t said a word to anybody. Just noticing that the other guys stared at me from top to bottom. I asked the bartender where the toilet was, and he pointed to the back of the room. I had to pass an awful lot of men to get there. Their eyes were following my every step and movement. I emptied my bladder at the pissoir. Men from the bar walked by me, tried to make eye contact. They continued through an opening in the back of the bathroom and down some stairs. What was there, I thought. The curiosity got the better of me, and I followed. Men were standing in dark corners, like they were waiting for something. I walked into a dark room. It was pit dark as my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. Someone took my hand a led it towards his crotch. I felt his cock. Another bearded leather guy put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. I moaned, most out of the surprise being groped by strange men. I felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. When a hand moved inside my jeans, and a finger tried to force itself inside my asshole, I panicked. I pulled away, and found my way back to the stairs. I ran back upstairs, moved quickly through the bathroom and the bar and back onto the street. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That’s when I met Gabriel. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the hot looking latino. I was about to tell him about my unwanted attention in the basement at the Prinzknecht, but decided not to. For an experienced gay guy this was probably exactly what he would have been expecting in a dark room behind the gay bar. I had read many gay stories and seen videos posted on the internet. Those videos had also turned me on, but never having experienced anything like this, and being all by myself in a gay bar for the first time, it scared me not being in control. So I just told Gabriel that I wanted to get away from two guys who had tried to rob me, and had been chasing me around a couple of blocks. A lie, and Gabriel probably knew it. He could have seen me coming out of Prinzknecht. He was friendly and didn’t show that he didn’t believe my story. He told me that he was originally from Portugal, but that he lived in Berlin. We chatted for a while. He was easy to talk to, and I probably told him way more about myself than I should have. Even about the break up with my boyfriend. He asked me if I was on PrEP, but when I didn’t seem know what that was, he just said “Not important” and blew it off. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. I didn’t hesitate, and said yes. It was when I entered his apartment he told me that he charged 200 euros for an hour, or 400 for the whole night. “What? You’re an escort?” I asked, being shocked. He had been flirting with me, but I hadn’t expected him to be a prostitute. Being inexperienced, I hadn’t seen the signs. “I don’t have that kind of money,” which was true, being a student at home. I expected Gabriel to be mad at me, but he was calm. Instead he suggested that we went to bar, and continue our conversation. I should have refused and go back to my hotel, but in a strange way I liked Gabriel, so I agreed to his suggestion. We went to bar called Bull. There were not many people there, even at 11 p.m. What I found out later was that Bull didn’t get full until the other bars closed, but I didn’t know that then. Gabriel said he wanted to buy me a drink, and asked me what I wanted. After what had happened on my first day so far, I wanted to be sober and stay in control, so no other surprises would occur. “A coke,” I said. Gabriel stood up and went to the bar. When he was there he talked to a couple of skinheads that he obviously knew. He brought me the coke, said he was sorry, but there was something he had to take care of, but added he would be right back, and went back to the two skinheads. They went into the backroom and were gone for a couple of minutes. After a few minutes he came back to me, and I noticed that he had a big pile of what seemed like 50 euro bills that he put in his pocket. He sat down, and asked me if everything was fine. “Sure,” I said. I didn’t take too much notice of the money he had been given, as I already knew he was an escort, so I guess it was payment for some sexual services. As I was taking sips of my drink, Gabriel was asking me about myself. Before I knew it, my mind was getting fuzzy and I had a hard time focusing on everything around me. That’s when I saw the two skinheads joining us at the table. And that’s when I realized that I had been drugged and that Gabriel had sold me to the skinheads. That’s the last thing I remembered, and now we’re back to where the story started…

Hey all- Finally settled after my move, what do we think- time to get back to the boys? I do think they have voracious sexual appetites that need tending to so bets not leave them waiting too much longer...

Take control and fill me.... Msg Me @cruisingsubpig

5. Some faggots were born to serve. Some need a little nudge, sometimes a massive nudge, for them to embrace the how pathetic they have always been deep down. Especially the ones who walk through life like they own every fucking place they enter. This was one of my favorite conquests. Let’s call him “Ian.” Ian was flying first class, seat 1A, on one of my flights to London. I’ve seen the type: businessman, probably in finance or banking, fitted clothing, expensive-looking haircut, and fit. One of those who thinks and believes that “he has it all.” Fucking loser. He was demanding and annoying as hell, constantly requesting assistance. More bourbon. More water. No not still, the sparking. This glass is dirty. More bourbon. More ice. This stupid fucker was getting on my fucking nerves, but as a veteran flight attendant, I knew better than to cause a scene. I did everything he asked and with a smile too. At first, the starter pack forced smile. But increasingly more flirty and sexual as the flight went on. I noticed his gaze started to linger and transform from cocky to horny the more bourbons he had in him. I’m hot as hell. Being 6’3” gets me far already, but add to that a model face and ripped body, I know I can pull any ass I want. All I do is walk back and forth for my job. When I’m at these fancy hotels the airline puts me up in, I work out and fuck. What else is there to do? Listen, I know some of you faggots reading this may feel sorry for me. Oh no, isn’t it so lonely? Aww is it hard not being able to put down roots? Don’t you want a partner? You concerned faggots should channel that concern to my wallet and Venmo me instead. I fucking love my life. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you the story of how I knew this was my forever life. To fly all over, spreading my poz seed. No roots. No permanent home. No lover. One boy came close, but I had the best orgasm of my life when I eventually fucked him up like all the other faggots. That was when I knew I love my fucking life. Let me know if you wanna hear that story at some point. You faggots reacting to my other stories got me back. True to form: I love attention and being adored. Back to Ian. I started to flirt with him more. Brushing his hand when I handed him his drinks. Lingering eye contact. At one point I even grabbed my crotch and caught him staring. This drunk faggot was in heat, and I could smell and feel the heat from his hole wrap around my body and dance unashamedly to my nostrils. I knew I had him. I kept scratching my balls or grabbing my crotch. The cabin was dark, but I knew he could see the soft glow of my pale skin move back and forth around my crotch. I was starting to get hard and the outline was visible through my pants, at least to me. His eyes were glued to my crotch. I motioned for him to go to the restroom up front. “Keep it unlocked,” I whispered as he got up and walked by me to the restroom. I went to the back and asked one of the other flight attendants to cover for me for a bit. Stomach issue I tell them. I walk back with the one that said yes and left her to go to the restroom. I opened the door and locked it immediately. This was one of those big restrooms on long international flights. Not the super fancy ones like you can shower or anything. But big enough for at least 3 people, so we had plenty of room. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a big, sloppy kiss. His breath stunk of alcohol. His lips and tongue were frantic. He was drunk, but not sloppy. I felt his ass and gave it a tight squeeze with my right hand, while my left held tightly to his head. I wanted him to feel how much control I had over him. He was locked in place, being molested without his consent. There were no negotiations, no checking in about limits. I did whatever I wanted to his body, and every squeeze of his ass was a reminder of that. My middle finger tracing his hole through his pants indicated that he was going to be my bitch. I pushed him down and pushed his head against my crotch. I moved his head back and forth on my bulge with both my hands. I told the faggot to sniff, and he took a massive whiff. He kept sniffing and opened his mouth to lick my pants. I slapped him. Hard to show him I’m serious, but quietly enough that no one outside could hear. I’m sure it hurt since I held his head with my other hand, so I could ensure just how much force I was hitting him with. He was shock but still horny and drunk. “Don’t get my clothes wet, faggot! I’m still on the clock,” I said. “Ok, got it!” He replied, so eager to be close to me again. I started to unbutton my shirt and reveal my hairy armpits. I told him to worship it. Man did he. He licked. He sniffed. He nestled a himself. He made love to it. He was lost in it. I pulled him off and started to undo his pants. I was forceful and even ripped some seams in the process. I didn’t care. I wanted him to get naked, quickly. Once he caught on that I want him naked, he started to move in sync and got completely nude. I told him to finger himself for me. Play with his vagina. He licked his fingers and started to play with it. He circled it, slowly putting in one finger then two. Then he started to lick a third. Man he’s in heat. I remember thinking, this will be fun for me. Fucking with him will be so easy. I’m going to make him turn into a dumb faggot. Fuck up his life. Everything he’s worked so hard for. The hotshot becoming a failure. My mind was racing of ways to fuck with him and make him go crazy for me. I started to unbuckle my pants, and his eyes lit up. He paused what he was doing and focused on my fingers undoing my pants. I was taking my time. Slow and deliberate. Build his lust. I pulled my pants down finally and told him to come here. When he got close enough, I grabbed his head and pulled it to my throbbing cock, glistening from the pre-cum. He was close but not close enough to reach it, even with his tongue. I told his to smell it. Like before, I moved his head up and down my cock, so he could enjoy the complexity of my crotch. The base is smellier from all the sweat trapped in my pubes. The shaft more subtle. And the head ripe from heat, pre-cum, and natural build up over the day. I let him taste a little, but quickly yanked his head back almost as soon as his tongue made contact with the head. He looked disappointed but he perked up real quick when I told him to turn around. He gladly presented his hole to me. I fisted my cock while staring him down. I moved towards him and stopped when my cock was on his hole. I dragged it up and down his hole. Letting him feel the raw skin-to-skin contact, the grooves of our skins rubbing against each other. I could feel his anticipation through the throbbing of his hole. I spat on his hole a couple times then on my cock. And like before, I dragged my now slick cock on his hole. Now though, it glides. The spit made it slippery and more hectic. The pressure was sporadic, sometimes slipping until reaching a drier spot and then stopping. It added to the anticipation. Where will it stop? Could it glide into his hole? How deep could a glide push my cock? How much of it did he assist with? Did he want? I just know he was having these same thoughts by the hunger in his panting and the winking of his hole, getting slowly more open with every wink. So I took charged and grabbed my dick with more force and moved it directly at his hole. There was a strange silence in the room, within the panting and hums of the lights. There was so much anticipation. I pushed just enough to have started to enter his hole. And I kept it there. His hole winking open larger and larger. He was inviting me in with so much eagerness. But I kept it there. He was confused and would dart his eyes between my eyes and my cock. He was communicating silently what he wanted. Needed. He looked at him and slowly moved my eyes toward my cock. I kept my gaze on my cock. Pay attention. On my cock, a large bead of precum was forming. It was growing slowly until it finally pushed itself off the head. It rolled down, off my cock, and on to his hole. I smirked audibly. I held my cock there for a few more seconds and then stepped back and started to put my clothes on. “This is enough for now. Meet me at hotel bar at the Westin after we land. Wait for me until I show up, however long that may take. I will show up, but I need to my time to prep. So if he wants to feel my cock, he needs to be a good bitch and wait for me.” I told him. I didn’t bother looking at him. I already knew the response. I tidied up and told him to lock the bathroom immediately after I leave and stay here until the next service meal. I leave. Thoughts? Y’all want more?

Chapter 1 – Part 2: Raped “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands and legs were chained and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. Completely exhausted, whatever they had been given me started to take effect. My body was swimming, I felt something was happening to my ass, and even if it felt like it was miles away, it felt good. I couldn’t tell how many they were, I just heard many voices, but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. It did not sound like English, and it did not sound like German. The next time I came to it was all quiet. It was still dark, but the rag and the blindfold were gone. I tried to get up, but found I couldn’t move my limbs. I was not tied up anymore, but my limbs didn’t work like they were supposed to. I must have dozed off again. Then woke up again. Now when I looked around I noticed the daylight coming through some dirty windows. I looked around and realized I was in some sort of a basement. I lot of questions popped up in my mind. What time was it? How did I get here? How long had I been here? What had happened? Had it all been a dream? I tried to get up, and realized it had not been a dream. My ass was sore and leaking of cum. Lots of it. I was completely naked, and started looking around for my clothes. I didn’t find them. I didn’t find my wallet or phone either. Luckily I hadn’t brought any cards with me, just cash. My cards must still be in my hotel room. How would I get back to my hotel? Where was I? And how would I find my way back without the gps on my phone? I waited until it was dark again, hoping that there would be not so many people in the streets, as I was as naked as I was the day I was born. When it seemed late enough I tried to open the door, and had a look outside. Looked like I was in a building in a construction area. There was a hole in the fence towards the street outside. I looked through the hole and couldn’t see anybody. Seemed to be lucky so far. But where was I, and in what direction should I go? I tried to keep to the darkest parts of the sidewalk, and made it down the first street without anybody spotting me. On the next street there was a car coming behind me. I tried to hide by getting into the shade from a broken street light. A voice asked me if I was alright in German. It was the guy from the car, seemed to be in his mid 30’s. He had rolled down the side window. Eyeing a hope that he might drive me to the hotel, I stepped forward and told him that I had been robbed and was trying to find my way back to the hotel, but I had no idea where I was. He asked me what hotel I was staying at, and I told him. “You’re walking in the wrong direction,” he told me. “I can take you there.” I felt relieved, and started walking towards the car. “But I won’t do it for free,” he continued. “What? But I don’t have any money!” It was a shock. “Don’t worry, I know how we can work this out.” He got out of the car, grabbed my arm, and led me into this completely dark and narrow side street. He held his left hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t scream, while I heard his other hand opening his belt. He then whispered in my ear: “You will not make a sound. If you do, I will leave you here naked. But I will still fuck your nice little ass either way.” He waited for my nod, before he let his hand go from my mouth. My ass was still sore, so it hurt a lot when the guy’s big cock slid in. “Condom, please” I sort of managed to say while I clenched my teeth together in pain. “I told you to shut up,” while he rammed my ass hard. “Besides, doesn’t seem like the other guys cared.” Then added “Whore!” I used all of my energy to stay still and not make a sound, while he fucked me senseless. It hurt, but it felt good as he fucked me faster and harder. I noticed that my own cock was throbbing like crazy under me. “Are you ready for my poz load?” he whispered into my ear. Not that I knew what that was, but before I had the time to reply, he said “Not that it matters anyway, because it’s going in.” Just as he was saying I felt him shaking for a few seconds with his cock deep inside me, and I heard him grunt some. My cock exploded in the same moment. “Good boy,” he said and patted me on my ass. “Now, let’s get you back to your hotel.” Suddenly he was all nice to me, and drove me back to my hotel. He even grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from his back seat, and told me to put it on. Back at the hotel, I told the receptionist that I had been robbed, and that I had lost my room card and everything. He quickly made me a new card, and then told me to wait for a second, and he went to the back office. He came out with a phone in his hand, and asked if it was mine. It was. Somebody had delivered it the day before, and no other guests seemed to have lost their phone. But who knew which hotel I was staying at? While I took the elevator up and walked to my room I tried to think hard. Who knew were I was staying? But obviously, my wallet and my room card, nor my clothes, had not been returned. When I got into my room, I took a shower, went straight to bed and fell asleep. It had been a rough night. When I woke up the next morning I checked my phone, and noticed that there was an open window on my browser. It was for the website xhamster. I noticed two words from the title of the video: poz loads. Wasn’t that what the guy who fucked me just last night had said?

(sorry for the delay) The quiet that descended as most of the guys headed out the door late morning was a godsend, as I sat at the kitchen table with a strong coffee and a very busy head. My mind was incoherently flitting between memories of the gangbang, the emotionally-charged encounter with Jeff, and the complete mess that was everything to do with Bailey. It had taken all of me to exhibit some sense of normality with everyone during the morning after my return, always feeling on edge that someone was going to bring up where I had been the night before. Fortunately everyone was so preoccupied with getting out to various sports venues, and eventually there was peace as almost all of them headed off. All except Bailey, who came into the kitchen freshly showered a few minutes after the place emptied. He pottered around making some breakfast and coffee for himself, before sitting down opposite me. “You OK mate?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just a bit tired.” He started eating and I went back to looking at my phone in a vain attempt to distract myself. “Can I ask you something?” he piped up after a while, causing my stomach to suddenly tie itself in knots. “Sure” I said, turning to look out of the window. “Where is it you go when you’re out all night?” he asked. I sat and stared out the window, my mind running through all sorts of vague ‘just here and there’ or ‘out and about’ answers I could give. But somehow I could not bring myself to dismiss this conversation. “I need a cigarette” I said, before taking a last gulp of my coffee, standing up and heading out into the back garden. As I was fumbling with my lighter in the breeze, Bailey appeared next to me having pulled on someone’s hoodie that had been on a chair. I held the pack out to him, he took one, and once I had got my own lit I helped him do the same. We stood on the patio for a moment, before I went over and sat down on a bench against the wall of the house with him then following suit, both of us staring out over the rather patchy lawn. “I guess we need to talk about some stuff then” he said. “Yeah” I said. “Do you want to go first, or shall I?” he said. “I think I better” I replied. “Once I’m done, we’ll see if you still want to say anything to me at all.” What followed was a semi-chronological, only partially coherent monologue, with me recounting to him my first explorations of sex outside of the house, the escalation in the seediness of what I was after, and the eventual arrival at Harry and Sid’s. I gave him some details of what had gone down the previous night, and then came on to my confusion and internal conflict over him. When I was done, we sat in silence for a while, before he reached for the packet of cigarettes next to me and lit himself another. “So you’re deliberately trying to get pozzed” he said. “I probably already have been” I replied, after lighting up another cigarette myself. “I can’t explain it really, but it just feels like something I need.” “OK” he said. “OK?” I asked, after waiting to see if he was going to say anything more. “Yeah, OK” he said, before turning to me. “Mate, we’ve all assumed you have been out there getting something you don’t get here, and now at least I know what it is.” “Oh” I said. “You mean you guys have talked about me?” “Yeah” he said, with a warm smile. “But in a good way.” I smiled back at him, momentarily feeling at ease before I remembered I had just laid literally everything out bare to Bailey. “But” he said, “before we talk about the other thing, I think it’s only fair if I come clean too.” “About what?” I asked. “Well” he began, “it’s about all the girls I’ve been sleeping with outside the house.” “Yeah?” I asked. “There, um, haven’t been any” he said, turning back to look at the garden. “I, er, well…” “It’s OK” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder. “After what I’ve just revealed, you can tell me anything.” He took a couple of deep draws on the cigarette, and then stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting between us. “We’re not so different” he said. “Because when I’ve said I’ve been out sleeping with girls, I’ve actually been with guys.” “Yeah?” I said. “Older guys” he continued. “I, er, kind of like giving myself to older guys.” “Well, you know I get that” I said. “What do you do with them?” “I fuck them, or they fuck me” he said. “Mostly them fucking me.” “With condoms?” I asked. “No” he said. “Are you on PrEP?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “Have you been tested?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I would never bring something into the house.” “But you’re not taking any precautions” I said. “I told you we weren’t so different” he chuckled. We sat for a moment, with him looking out at the garden while I instead gazed at him from the side. “I love you” he suddenly said. “Like, when you said earlier about your confusion about me, I just wanted you to know that for me it’s easy because I know that I love you.” I was a little too stunned by this sudden declaration to say anything, and we sat motionless and silent for quite a long time. But as I emerged out of my own head I realised his eyes were beginning to dampen, and gut instinct took over. I lifted the ashtray off the seat and put it on the armrest next to me, and then I slid over and put my arm around him. He leant his head against me, and I squeezed him tight as I buried by nose in his hair. “Are you gay?” I quietly asked. “Yes” he said. He then raised up his head and turned to me, and I dove in and planted my lips on his. The kiss was short but intense, before we separated but then rested our foreheads against each other. “Take me with you next time” he whispered. “What?” I replied. “When you go and see those guys again, take me with you” he said. “I want to be part of it with you.” My mind was reeling, as this conversation had been unlike anything I had experienced before. I had come out as a probably-pozzed-already bugchasing cumdump to a man I then professed confused feelings for with some certainty that he would reject me. Now here he was saying he loved me, confessing to being a bit of a cumdump for old men himself, and seeking to join me on this journey. It was a hell of a lot to take in. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You know what it means.” “Yes” he said. “It means we can do it together, and not have to worry.” I decided right then to go with it, and not let my doubts or confusion get in the way. I didn’t know whether I loved Bailey too, but in that moment I knew that I easily could if given time and headspace to sort it all out. What I definitely could do was be someone with a partner, and especially an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous stud who wanted to share in the fun exploits I enjoyed without judgement or concern. I wouldn’t rush into anything to make sure he had time to think it all through, not least because Harry, Sid and the others would no doubt need a few days to get their energy back, but given the risks Bailey had been taking already I suspected that following my lead was going to come naturally to him. Either that, or he was going to have a panic-stricken epiphany, sort himself out, and then get on PrEP. But that could all wait, and for now I decided just to bite the bullet. I pulled him back in tighter and put my lips to his again, and this time we kissed deeply and for a long time. Eventually the heat of it took us over and we headed back inside and up to bed, where for the next few hours while the house was empty, Bailey made love to me repeatedly and without restraint. It was the kind of session where the world shrinks to just the bed and the two of you, connected as though sharing one body, and I don’t think either of us had ever experienced anything like it before. We were so worn out by the end that we did not bother to get up when we heard some of the other guys starting to return, and just allowed ourselves to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. To be continued

I just started on Chapter 2, and here's another message from Gabriel. Chapter 2 – Part 1: Planning the next trip Hi, this is Gabriel again. I had found out from Erik’s messenger that Martin wanted to go to Barcelona next summer. Good thing Erik and his ex are still friends, because Martin wanted him to come along. Perfect. That would give me some months to plan my next move. As it turns out, I have a very close friend in Barcelona, Miguel. He very much looks like an innocent twink, but innocent is far from what I would call him. Even though he can be very charming and convincing when he meets new friends on dating apps, especially when they’re neg, Miguel attends all the private poz parties in Barcelona, and he and his friends are notorious. They are not on meds, and do not hold back on robbing and pozzing innocent neg men on vacation, especially when there’s good money in it. And paying is something I’m willing to do. So I called Miguel, and asked him if he could try and make friends with Martin, and told him his user name on Grindr. I just hope he can stay sober long enough to convince Martin to come over to his place.

"Nasty country boy, kinked out pig dude. Perverted.....". Why can we not find more of these guys to fuck us into paradise. Just what the Dr. ordered.

I am constantly watching porn naked on my sofa and around the house. Everyday, evening and night. 7 days a week. I leak so much pre cum i dont need lube but I am finding it has reduced my physical contact with cock and my hole. I break only to change it up a little and go on Telegram/Zoom. Somedays I'm a ripe pigboi - if only I could have a steady flow of cock in and out to get sucked or to fuck my hole - dump and go.

Agreed, love fuckin a cum filled hole and adding my seed to it.

Pope Leone XIV? All the news reports I've seen show his name as Pope Leo XIV. He's been "in office" a few hours - give him a chance before bashing him.

I wish him well, and it seems like the conclave coalesced around a new Pope in nearly record time. As a New Yorker, I'd hoped for Dolan as he's more charismatic and pragmatic in nature, but having a Pope from the US is a pretty big step for an institution that has almost never gone outside Europe for a choice. For those unaware, the Methodist Church came through a schism that basically split the church into factions that supported full inclusion of LGBTQIA++ persons, and those who took a harder line. And there are a lot fewer Methodist churches as a result (an Aunt's church recently split into a non-denominational aligned with old Methodism). What I hope is that the pendulum doesn't swing so far as to create another schism in the Catholic Church. A number of commentators are suggesting that his views align with Francis who really edged the church toward being more liberal (Catholicism doesn't change quickly or radically, so don't expect married Catholic clergy or gay weddings in our lifetimes), so guess we'll see how it plays out.

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

I love fucking a recently bred hole. The smell of another guy’s spunk inside a hot hole makes my cock rock hard. I love the feeling of another guy’s semen on my cock as I’m fucking the bottom. Then my release and the addition of my copious man cream in the hope that soon, another guy will feel my remnant spunk and add his to that hungry hole!

Love discovering a load up past that deep ring, so when entering you don't realize he's been bred until you muscle in deep and then all of a sudden your cock is very warm and wet as you break the seal. SO makes me wanna fuck so much more and harder, but ya, my cock is gonna displace some of that jizz for sure. But maybe the process of grinding it around in there makes more of that load "soak in" so to speak. Fucking style matters of course - long strokes full in and out - definitely pull more of that load out. Bucking that bottom nice and deep and just muscling in and out of that deep ring, staying in fairly deep the whole time, is way less messy and keeps more of the jizz in. Like a bit of both myself - its really hot to pull out and see your veiny manhood soaked in the other guys load. Definitely gonna make sure I "top him off" before I'm done though. Imagine both loads are on an equal enough playing field.

Thing is,of all the various and sundry STDs out there, HIV is the one thing that makes people who aren’t up to date with the science of HIV/AIDS nervous as cat on Tina. I get that HIV can kill, but there are other stds that aren’t a walk in the park either.

I do that voluntary and it always turns everyone on more and more so with guys that I haven't done that with. I always rim the bottom afterwards and inbetween multiple cocks and breeding

Part 2! Sorry for the long way. Writing is hard! This chapter is a bit of a slow burn but the next chapter will be the climax (lol). I promise it won't take as long as this one did to release. Remember, this is literally one of the first stories I've ever written and I am NOT a profession writer by any means. This story will be littered with typos and bad grammar. Hell, some of it might not make any sense at all! Proofreading is not in my skill set. ----- The day had arrived. I left my parents place in the afternoon and I was on my way to fix this dirty old man’s computer. “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. That’s what I told myself to justify going against my senses and making this risky trip. Somehow the risk made me a little excited and the thrill made my adrenaline pump. Still, I had a sense of unease the whole bus ride leading up to getting dropped off at PapaTop’s apartment building. It was an older, rundown building in a rough part of town. Before I got on the bus he told me to just go into the building and find his apartment when I got here, the door would be unlocked so I could just walk in without knocking. He’d be waiting for me. I rode the elevator up to his floor and exited into the hallway. I followed the signs and eventually found his door. My heart started pounding in my chest and my cock twitched ever so slightly. “In and out.” I whispered to myself as I reached for the door knob. I twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, as it creaked open my nostrils were immediately hit by a pungent odor that knocked me back an inch or two. If I had to guess, it was a mix of cigarettes, body odor, and hot sex. My brain was screaming at me. “Don’t go in there! You’re in danger!” but that thought was quickly replaced by the image of PapaTop’s cock and my body moved forward on its own. I walked through the door, closing it behind me. My eyes widened as the very first thing I saw was Papa sitting on a couch and jerking his cock in the middle of the living room. This was the very first time I’ve seen him in person and he’s just casually stroking his thick meat in front of me. I was stunned at the sight… but intrigued. He was a big, chubby, bear of a man. The best way I could describe PapaTop would be an old, dirty, Santa but replace his joyous spirit with something a bit more… sinister. He had classic male pattern baldness, missing hair on the top of his head. Thick light gray hair covered his whole body and his fur looked damp, he must’ve worked up a sweat while jerking off. He had on a dirty wife beater and some old, dingy, tighty whities bunched up around one of his ankles. Under his huge belly I saw his thick, greased up cock sticking out from his fat pad. His pics didn’t do his cock any justice. He had a huge mushroom head and a thick veiny shaft. He had to have been 7, maybe 8 inches long if you accounted for the extra inch of cock he had hidden in his fat pad. I shuddered at the thought of having to have it anywhere near my ass, that thing could do damage. This would be enough to scare any sane person away but I froze while my brain processed everything I was looking at. I stared for about 15 seconds hoping that he’d stop and acknowledge me. His eyes were closed but surely he heard his door open when I came in. I felt my dick start to harden in my pants, I couldn’t deny that watching him stroke his meat was turning me on but I told myself that I wasn’t getting hard because of PapaTop. My hormones were just out of whack, that’s all… it wasn’t the thought of his huge, shiny, cock slowly slithering towards me… entrapping me… forcing itself into me… that last thought made me snap back to reality. I gave a light cough to get his attention and I saw his eyes open. “That you, boy? Come on in! No need to be shy. I’m just about finished here.” His voice was deep and a bit raspy with a bit of a country twang to it “Come sit.” He sat up straight, pulled his underwear up, and tucked away his cock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.” I said as I walked towards the couch. The closer I got to him, the more I smelled his musk. He chuckled “Sorry boy. I didn’t know exactly when you were coming and for some reason I woke up very horny today…” He paused and looked me up and down lustfully. His cock was still rock hard in his underwear, I thought I saw it twitch once or twice. “... I thought I could rub one out before you got here but looks like I’m going to have to save that load for later. I was getting close too…” I sat down next to him and tried my best not to look at his crotch, the temptation was strong but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, I was just here to help him with his computer after all. “So where’s your computer? What kind of issues did you say you were having?” “Oh, my old laptop is around here somewhere… probably in the bedroom. Might take a bit to look for it. Let’s chat first, no need to rush. This is our first time meeting after all.” This wasn’t going to be as quick as I had hoped. We talked for a while, just boring small talk about our lives. As innocent as the conversation was, I couldn’t help but notice him starting to inch closer towards me on the couch. Every now and then he would slap my shoulder or pat my leg. Each time he did it, I felt his touch lasting a small moment longer, lingering longer than what would be considered normal. I noticed him adjusting his cock through his underwear every few minutes too. Sometimes he seemed like he was just playing with himself. My cock started getting hard because of the touches and I was starting to get a little flustered, becoming red in the face. PapaTop noticed. “Hey boy, you seem nervous. You okay?” I tried to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m just a little shy is all, everything’s fine.” Papa got up from the couch. “Oh! I think I know something that will help you relax a bit. Stay put.” The huge man got up, wafting his scent towards me, it didn’t smell as bad as before. Maybe I was getting used to it. He walked into the kitchen for a minute and came back with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. “A couple of shots always helps relieve any anxiety I have. Drink up!” I wasn’t even the legal age to drink yet and I didn’t want to go home to my parents smelling like booze. I declined the drink but PapaTop insisted. “You’ll be fine, boy. One or two drinks isn’t going to get you drunk. You won’t reek either, I have cologne. This is my good stuff too, rare and expensive.” I gave in and let him pour me a shot. He collapsed onto the couch right next to me, our thighs touching, he put his arm around my shoulders to pull me close. His smell was becoming intoxicating and combined with the warmth of his body, my dick was completely stiff. He held up his shot glass and said “Cheers!” We both took a shot simultaneously. It burned going down and I coughed a little. “Aww boy, not used to the burn?” He went to pat my leg to console me but ended up patting my dick, he felt how rock hard it was and teased me “Someone’s happy!” He let out a big laugh that made his belly shake. I was embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control it.” He poured us another shot “Don’t worry boy, I’ve been rock hard and leaking ever since you arrived, look.” He spread his legs and I saw his dick straining against his underwear with a damp spot where the head was. “See? We’re just men being men, nothing to be ashamed of.” He handed me another shot of whiskey. “Drink this if you want it to go down quicker. Ever heard of whiskey dick? Liquor makes you go soft.” He didn’t sound completely convincing but I wanted the embarrassing boner to go away quickly so I took the shot, it burned just as much as the first. We talked more, I wasn’t as anxious and the conversation was lively, I guess the whiskey was making me a bit more social. We laughed over some of his old hook-ups mishaps from when he was around my age. Papa poured me a couple more shots at one point, he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I gulped them down. My hard-on wasn’t going down, so I thought I needed another drink or two to help anyway. I noticed him being a bit more touchy and flirty over time, he wasn’t as subtle as before playing with cock in front of me. He had his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders, I was pressed up against his side. I almost felt trapped against him, I’m not sure I could break his hold without REALLY trying. Maybe it was just because I was feeling tipsy but it felt nice being cuddled up against someone,it was harmless flirting anyways. It wasn’t like I was going to hook up with someone 3 times my age, especially not someone with HIV. He started rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. I couldn’t deny how good it felt, he had big strong hands and they felt magical. He sensed that I was enjoying his touch so he turned me away from him and really started working my back. His hands reached under my shirt and kneaded my lower back causing me to let out more soft moans. I knew letting him touch me like this was dangerous and could lead to him attempting to seduce me but it felt so good. I lost count on how many shots I took but I was still in my right mind. I still had things under control and I wouldn’t let things go overboard if he tried anything. “Relax and let Papa make you feel good. First let’s get this shirt off” He tugged at my shirt from the bottom, slowly pulling it over my head, and then tossed it on the floor. He suggested we get into a more comfortable position so he re-positioned himself on the couch, sitting sideways and placing me between his legs. He leaned back and had me lean back on top of him. His big furry belly felt so soft against my back, it was almost like reclining back on a super comfortable chair. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass but I still had pants on so it wasn't too awkward. His hands started caressing my chest with one hand while he rubbed my belly with the other. He leaned down a bit and I felt his big beard rub against my neck. He put his mouth up to my ear and in a low voice he whispered directly into my ear. “That’s it boy. Let Papa take care of you.” His hands continued to feel all over my body, every once in a while he would reach down and rub my crotch. Each time he did, my dick jumped. Eventually he undid my belt bucket and unzipped my fly so he could play with my dick through my boxers . “You seem uncomfortable with these jeans on. No need for them anyways, I never wear pants when I’m home. You shouldn’t either, so get them off. Now.” It seemed like more of a command than a suggestion. I wanted to get as comfortable as possible so I pulled them off and tossed them next to my shirt on the floor. I was only in my boxers now. I looked back at Papa and saw him staring at me hungrily while rubbing his dick as it poked out the bottom of his underwear. “Sit.” He commanded. I thought to myself “It’s fine. I have my boxers on. I won’t let it go further than this. Five more minutes max then I’ll fix his computer and get out of here before it gets too late”. I re-positioned myself and got nestled back into Papa’s lap. He wrapped one arm around my upper torso and pulled me back into his chest. This time he locked his legs over each of my legs restricting any movement from me. I was completely trapped, I couldn’t struggle if I wanted to. He started licking my ears and neck while rubbing my belly. It tickled a bit but also caused me to squirm around a bit in pleasure. It was a new sensation for me and it drove me wild. Between belly rubs, he would tease my dick by rubbing and grabbing at it through the thin fabric of my boxers. I started tingling all over. I gathered my composure enough to say “Stop! It’s too much! I need a break.” But I felt his grasp get tighter around my body and he doubled down on his efforts to make me squirm. He started licking, kissing, and tonguing my ear viciously, ignoring my pleads for him to stop. “I’m not done with you yet, boy. Just enjoy this.” His hand drifted down into the waistband of my boxers, pulling my dick out. He started playing with it, stroking the shaft slowly and cupping my balls. Instinctively, I wanted to get away but Papa held me tight, I couldn’t escape. I was completely at his mercy but it felt so fucking good. He spit into his hand and started working the head of my dick. I was starting to moan loud, my eyes rolled back, and my brain started getting foggy. I just closed my eyes and let Papa take control. Every once in a while he would whisper in my ear various things like “Yeah boy, just relax.” Don’t worry, I got you.” “Feels good, doesn't it?” Most times I only responded with a soft whimper or moan. After a while I felt something slimy against my skin, it was his cock throbbing against my bare asscheeks. I didn’t even notice that my boxers were halfway down my legs until this point, he must’ve slid them down when I wasn’t paying attention. He started humping me slowly and I felt my asscheeks getting sleek with precum, a lot of it. “Sorry boy, my dick is leaking like crazy. Your hot little body is getting me all worked up, plus I didn’t get to cum earlier because you interrupted me.” My head was still in the clouds. I was just about paralyzed from the sensory overload, whiskey, and his firm restraint of my body that had me locked in place while he took advantage. Every once in a while I would feel him thrust hard against me, causing my ass to bounce on his crotch. Every couple of thrust I felt his dick slip between my lubed up cheeks, prodding at my hole and getting it sleek too. He teased my hole with his mushroom head. “Oh fuck boy. My dirty cock seems to have found a new cave to explore.” Each prod against my virgin hole made my body jolt from the foreign feeling but something felt good about it at the same time so I didn’t protest. His natural lube caused my pucker to slowly part each time his thick head kissed it with a poke. I thought to myself that it's not like he can just stick his cock up my ass. I’m too tight and he’s too thick. That’s when I felt him adjust his cock so it was pressed right against my hole. “Relax boy. Just relax.” He started making out with my neck again. Kissing it, tonguing it, licking all around. I instantly melted into his body, inadvertently causing my ass to sink down around the head of cock slowly. As soon as I felt his head halfway into my ring, I snapped back to my senses and tried to pull my ass up from his cock but he tightened the grasp he had on me, preventing me from moving an inch. I struggled as much as I could. “I said relax boy!” He barked and at same time he bucked his hips forward causing the head of his cock to slide even further into the ring of my hole. “Your ass feels amazing on my cock, stay still while I enjoy this. You will too.” I felt my hole stretching as he started pushing deeper into me, this was a new feeling for me and I couldn’t tell if I liked it. It burned as his head slowly slid further and further in. One more push and his head would be completely in me but I couldn’t say I was a virgin anymore. I didn’t want to lose it to this dirty old man. “Hey! You said you’d behave!” I grabbed the arm he had wrapped around my torso and started to pry myself from his grasp. He made one last push to penetrate me but I used all of my strength to sit up and pull away. It felt like his head might’ve gone in all the way with that final push but I couldn’t really tell. My hole snapped back tight but it felt wet and sore. I felt slightly violated. I was on my knees as I moved to the other side of the couch, away from Papa’s grasp. I looked back and saw a trail of thick precum leading from my hole to the tip of his bright purple mushroom head. “Sorry, boy. I’m a bit tipsy from the shots and your hole just felt so warm and inviting. I couldn’t help myself. Let’s blame it on the whiskey.” Made sense to me, I was starting to feel the booze too and I knew that it could make you do weird things sometimes. I pulled my boxers back up to cover my exposed dick and ass. Papa stood up and tucked his dick back into his underwear. He took a huge swig from the whiskey bottle and swallowed it down with ease. “Hey, there’s only a shot left in this bottle. How about we finish it off and head to the bedroom so you can look at my laptop, it's getting late and you’ve still got work to do, boy.” Before I could even answer, he had the bottle up to my lips and started tipping it into my mouth. I didn’t want to spill any of it on myself so I gulped it down. It seemed like way more than just a shot and my stomach churned a bit as the liquid burned my insides as it went down. “Good boy!” Papa got up and held his hand out so he could help me up. It was a bit of my struggle, my legs felt a little wobbly and it was difficult to keep my balance. I was drunker than I had realized. “Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” I asked as I scanned the floor for my clothes. He grabbed my shoulders and led me forward. I stumbled with each step, not realizing how drunk I actually was. We walked towards his bedroom door. “No need boy… they’ll just get in the way.” We entered the dimly lit bedroom. The musky sex smell that I had become accustomed to was even stronger here. I really felt like I was in danger as soon as I stepped in, I was in the belly of the beast but the booze gave me a false sense of control. I thought to myself “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. Papa closed the door behind him and I heard the click of a lock. I was officially in Papa’s trap.

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him? Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me. Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends? My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with. After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this? I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down. “Are you OK son?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.” “You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.” “No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.” “So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.” I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop. “You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.” “I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?” “That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.” “Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.” “But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.” “But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.” “Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.” “I suppose” I said. “Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.” “But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?” “Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.” We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up. “I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.” He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time. I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump. All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me. “Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.” “You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.” “I hope so” I said, grinning. With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep. To be continued

My thick cock has a very pronounced helmet head. I was told, years ago, that evolution made it that way so if it fucked a hole with cum in it, it pulled the existing cum out--so that my cum had more of a chance to be the cum to impregnate. Of course, in my case, I love to churn it out -- and push it right back in with my tongue to keep the hole as slick as possible.

Part 5 - Overlooking Hyde Park Conrad returned to the greenhouse and found Jack sat attending some new Hibiscus seedlings, he walked still in shock of what he had seen but went around things as normal calling it a day by 4pm. He couldn't shake how unnerved he was and the last thing he needed tonight was going out, promising Charlie they would have dinner out by way of an apology for the fight. Jack watched him leave and seeing the change in him that afternoon he was concerned that something happened, he headed up to the manor to ask if Simon saw anything that would explain the strange behaviour from Conrad. Simon had no idea and in his usual way of ignorance is bliss he didn't dwell on it anymore taking Jack up to bed for some late afternoon release. Charlie ordered the food and fetched the drinks sitting back down at the booth that they had managed to corner in the gastro pub. It was fairly busy for a Sunday evening with most of the patrons sitting in the beer garden enjoying the summer sunshine. Conrad was happy and in his element being out with Charlie, it made a change the two of them finding some time to talk things over before Charlie went back to naval training in the morning. "Does it still hurt" Charlie asked nodding at the fading bruise above Conrad's eye. "No" Conrad replied a little distracted "it will be gone in a day or so" he said. Charlie nodded "I guess mum and dad were right, 20 years before we had a bust up". Conrad looked at him "Did you say anything to them?" he asked knowing he didn't have to explain about what. "Of course I didn't" Charlie replied looking at Conrad "did you hear off Max?" he now asked. "Yes he sent me Harry's number" Conrad replied looking at his glass "the thing is I saw him today". Charlie grinned at his brother "And what happened?" he asked leaning forward. "Nothing he was at the manor at Simon's party" Conrad said adding "the Arab guy was there as well". "Bloody hell" Charlie blurted out then lowered his voice "You didn't talk to Harry then?". "No" Conrad replied "and I don't know if I will ever talk to him" he said taking a sip of beer. Charlie sat back assessing his brother "Do you fancy of him or not?" he asked quite casually. Conrad chuckled and looked at Charlie "Sort of" he sighed "part of me seems attracted to him" he replied. "I knew it" Charlie said leaning forward "you had a hardon when we played around before Simon turned up". Conrad blushed "Ew I don't fancy you" he said trying to be serious and stifling his giggling. "Yes you do" Charlie said with confidence "like having sex with yourself" he said grinning. Conrad laughed shaking his head "Your fucking screwed up Charlie" he replied. "What are you going to do about it, Harry I mean?" Charlie asked putting his glass down on the table. "Nothing, I am going to get my education finished first" Conrad replied "I have to sit that exam now". Charlie nodded "You mean the one you can take from selling your arse?" he said in a hushed tone. "Thanks Charlie!" Conrad exclaimed rolling his eyes "I don't need you keep reminding me what I stupidly did". Charlie chuckled "You know I am ever going to let you forget that Con" he said sitting back very satisfied. "I know, don't worry though I will get something on you hanging around with all those navy boys" Conrad hinted. Charlie laughed "Sharing a bedroom with another guy dressed in uniform" Conrad added "temptation". "Stop it" Charlie said trying to catch his breath from laughing "it is nothing like that" he looked at Conrad "seriously thing about Harry". "What is this fascination with Harry?" Conrad asked exasperated. Charlie grinned at him "For fucks sake Conrad he is in love with you". Charlie was a devious plotter and he was already getting an idea now Conrad had finally admitted that he was more gay than straight. Their food had gone cold by the time they finished eating unable to stop talking. Conrad crawled in to bed tired thinking over his encounter with Harry in London, he slept soundly but in the back of his mind the thought of telling his parents played over. By morning Charlie was packing his car at 7am ready to head off, Conrad grabbed some shorts dressing quickly he ran downstairs to say good bye catching Charlie walking in to pick up his last bag. "Seriously you was going to go without saying good bye" Conrad said reaching the bottom step. "How stupid do you think I am?" Charlie replied walking over to Conrad and hugging him hard. Conrad felt emotional for the first time at one of Charlies departures "When are you coming home again?". "Three weeks time" Charlie replied holding Conrad's face he looked him in the eye "you need to tell them". Conrad nodded "I know" he said "I will do it when I feel ready". Charlie kissed his brother on the lips surprising Conrad "I still love you Con" he said and hugged him again. Conrad fought back the tears holding Charlie tight only letting go when their mother appeared with a bag of food for Charlie to take with his favourites in. Jody could sense something going on between them but put it down to their weird twin thing they always seemed to have. Conrad went upstairs to get showered and dressed then heading out to college for enrolment day on the final course, this was going to be his hardest course and passing the RHS Botany Science exam would open many doors of opportunities for him all over the world. He felt a little stupid and embarrassed paying for the course that day, hoping that the administrator would not ask how he got the money to pay for it. It took him a moment to shake it off and they took payment confirming his place to start the following Monday. The rest of the day Conrad spent tending the flower beds along the road then weeding the flower bed on the little roundabout fondly remembering the days Charlie and he would cycle around it and that fateful day he met Jack. The manor looked eerily quiet compared to the weekend's activities. The week dragged by slowly and Conrad buried his head in the new books he had acquired for the upcoming course. Even he was struggling with parts of it at first, by far it was the hardest and most complex science he had come across. Writing things down to ask Jack about he carried on relentlessly searching bits and pieces on the internet so that he could understand the subject better. He visited the manor a couple of times and spent it in the kitchen garden checking on the progress of the herbs and vegetables with Jack, there was no sight of Simon during the days he visited. Thankful in a way so that he didn't get ahead of himself and asked questions about Harry and Moham being there. No matter what searches he did he couldn't find much on Hibiscus Manor, a place called Hibiscus Drive kept coming up and finally he clicked on the link. Harry looked at the street view on the 3D map and smiled knowing he had found it, he recognised the houses along the road and the wrought iron gates of the manor that he saw from inside it. Panning out he saw the nearest town was Bordon and a few miles from Alton, it certainly was stuck in the Hampshire countryside but he now knew where he saw Conrad working. Putting things together he figured that he must also live around the area, deciding if he saw Max again he would need to ask him outright exactly where Conrad lived. Harry finished his lectures and stayed on in the college library to finish his home study and decide what to do this weekend, he opened his phone and saw one message on his mobile banking app that was several days old. Opening it up he was gobsmacked to see £50k had been deposited in the account. He had literally forgotten about the payment he would get for the weekend but never expected that much. It brought a smile to his face and thankfully with him getting fed up with hanging out at the gay bar he needn't have worried. He really needed to spend some time looking for jobs in sales and marketing, so far that week he hadn't once been to the bar and he was hoping that the need would never rise again. The problem with Knightsbridge is that it is never hard to spot people who frequent the area since most had their little haunts, today was proving no exception. Harry left the library arranging to meet some friends in Hyde Park. He was watching the fuss going on outside the front of the Mandarin Oriental hotel with the doorman and concierge, two black limousines pulled up outside and the hotel staff stopped pedestrians to allow the VIP's to enter the hotel. Harry stood there waiting not paying much attention and waiting patiently, VIP's and limousines were quite common place at the hotel. Harry looked up to see if things were moving again and the occupant exited the limousine looked in his direction. Stopping himself from shouting out and saying hello Harry watched Moham making eye contact but also ignoring him in one move. Another business man exited the Limousine and Moham let him go in front calling the concierge over speaking to him. All Harry could see was the concierge nod understanding what was being asked and without a further glance Moham disappeared in to the hotel. The other limousine pulled up to the front with more people dressed in suits going in to the hotel and one of the receptionists came hurrying outside handing a key card to the concierge. Harry patiently waited until the car pulled away and started making his way across the front of the hotel putting his phone back in his pocket. Sergio the concierge stood there waiting until Harry got closer and walked up to him. "Good evening Sir" Sergio said stopping Harry who looked at him "your key to suite 920". Harry looked at the piece of plastic "Sorry I think there has been a mistake" he replied. Sergio remained business like "No mistake suite 920 make yourself at home and your gentleman friend will join you in an hour". Harry stood confused for a minute "Oh right" he said with Sergio directing Harry inside the hotel. "I will take you to the suite and you must wait there" Sergio said calling the lift. Harry stepped in to the lift with Sergio his face burning from embarrassment "Its not what it seems" Harry claimed trying to explain himself. Sergio did not look at Harry "Nothing is what it seems" he replied shuffling his feet "our guests discretion is of upmost importance". Harry was anxious and a little nervous standing in the lift going to the ninth floor and following Sergio to the suite, he opened the door and handed the key to Harry explaining there was water in the fridge and to order anything if he was hungry. Before he could say anything Sergio left glancing over his shoulder at Harry smirking. Sending a text to his friends explaining something had come up Harry looked out at the view over Hyde Park, so many times he had passed the front of the hotel and seen the rich and famous coming and going. He walked around the large suite that was immaculately kept, the bedroom off the lounge was decorated in a very Oriental feel with expensive bed linen. Feeling that Moham was going to want his way with him he went to the bathroom cleaned out then went back in to the lounge and put the TV on, he spent most of the time looking out of the window drinking a bottle of water ignoring the TV. He had some idea why he was here but a very real and unexpected twist would happen, at 7.15pm Moham appeared in the suite dressed in his business suite. "Harry" Moham said walking in "I didn't know if you would be here". "Why am I here?" Harry asked sitting back down on the sofa. Moham took his tie and jacket off and undid his shirt "Oh right" Harry said taking his t-shirt off. Moham smiled at him "I am taking you to bed" he said taking his trousers off and watching Harry do the same. "I suppose that is one way of looking at it" Harry replied half giggling. Moham walked towards Harry placing a finger under his chin "No I mean I am taking you to bed" he said. Moham leaned down his tall solid built figure and hairy chest was all man, this was the first time Harry had actually seen him nearly naked apart from him wearing underwear and socks. Harry caught by surprise feeling Moham kissing him and holding his lips against Harry's waiting to be reciprocated, parting his lips he tasted Moham who kissed him deep and lifted him off the ground. Pleasantly surprised and not expecting this he was being carried by Moham to the bedroom, there was none of the business only nature around Moham this evening in fact he appeared to be a totally different person. In truth the more time Moham spent with Harry the more he liked his very casual and youthful attitude, he was upset having lost out on spending the night with Harry at the party. The last time they spent in his limousine a change happened in the way they had sex, it was more unhurried that allowed Moham to relax more and enjoy the drama free experience. Unlike his wife who would only put out when it suited her and was more a duty than intimacy, he was drawn more and more to Harry's smooth body and skin that excited him when they were close. Moham carried Harry to the bed and laid him down gently, their kissing continued and Harry giggled with a mouth full of Moham's tongue feeling the beard scratching and tickling his face. He moaned feeling the full weight of Moham pressing down on his body slipping between his legs. The usual urgency gone and Harry allowed Moham to lay on him rubbing his already erect cock against him. Gently Harry coerced Moham on to his back, teasingly rubbings his hand over the cock hidden under the fabric causing a small damp patch of precum to appear. Harry straddled across resting his arse hard against Moham's cock rubbing back and forth kissing his chest and neck lightly, slowly inching towards his mouth again he was welcomed with a loving kiss. Moham slipped his arms around Harry holding him and caressing his arse through the underwear at first then sensually slipping his hand inside the elastic. Moham moaned in delight feeling the supple and smooth skin driving him wild he kissed Harry harder, both moaning with pleasure. Harry wriggled free of his arms and sank lower down his body kissing the nipples and running his face through the hairy chest that trailed off in a line down his naval. His hand ran over Moham's cock carefully watching his face change in to a broad smile between happiness and erotic pleasure. Harry kissed the exposed skin above the underwear and ran his mouth along the hefty shaft of Moham's cock still hidden in his underwear. He sat up looking down at Moham, the man of many dominant sexual encounters and few words was like putty in his hands at the moment. His thighs were sturdy and thick, lightly covered in black hair, the hefty arms that hid an abundance of muscle and capable of holding him tightly. Harry almost orgasmed just looking and being able to touch him so sensually for once. His fingers slipped inside the band of the underwear gently pulling them down exposing the thick eight inches of dark skinned pleasure that awaited. Harry leaned down and kissed the inside of his thighs watching Moham's back rise and fall his legs trembled at the sensation, he continued kissing around then gently licking along the shaft. A stream of precum oozed out hanging from the tip of Moham's cock tempting and teasing Harry, he licked under then around having a job trying to contain the bouncing cock that had a mind of its own. Harry gave one last lick sinking his mouth around the head and gently caressing it with his lips, Moham moaned louder pushing his hips up. Harry was teasing his cock and Moham was responding, his hand pushed Harry's head further down several times then stopped giving control back over to Harry again. Moham stroked Harry's head with his eyes closed moaning softly, they continued in this position for several minutes. Suddenly Moham leaned forward and pulled Harry up making short work of his underwear and throwing them on the floor 'Enough teasing I need to fuck you Harry' he said kissing Harry hard and positioning him above his cock. Harry spat in his hand and rubbed it against his hole, Moham waiting for Harry to grab his cock was surprised when he leaned forward pushing Moham back down on the bed kissing him. His arse rubbing against Moham's cock slowly pushing it up and letting it seek his hole. Moham wanted to push in so badly and just take him, he held back desperate to see where this was leading. Unable to speak locked in a kiss Harry slowly pushed down and gasped in to Moham's mouth, his hole stretching to accommodate the head penetrating through. He stopped pushing down and gently rocked his arse fucking the head of his cock. Moham slapped Harry's arse and moaned in pleasure still restraining himself from pushing up that was his natural instinct to do. Harry stopped kissing and looked down at Moham 'Is this better than just taking me in the limo?' he asked becoming aware that Moham was staring him in the eye 'Stop asking questions and sex me' Moham replied pulling him back down and kissing him harder than ever. Harry used his arse and continued teasing edging deeper down taking Moham's cock almost all of the way but holding back a little. Controlling sex with Moham was so strange to him and he was loving it, satisfied and enjoying the feel of Moham getting inside gently felt amazing. He started to feel the coarse pubes meeting his arse, the dynamic quickly change when Moham raised his legs pushing the rest of his cock deep inside Harry giving several sharp hard and deep thrusts before relaxing and letting Harry take over again. Raising himself up his hands grabbed on to Moham's thighs 'Oh fuck Moham' Harry moaned leaning back and feeling the full might of Moham's cock inside him. He spent several minutes slowly gyrating his arse watching the pleasure unfold in Moham's expression, his hands roaming across Harry's body and legs. Harry ran his hands up along the hairy chest letting out a massive moan of delight, Moham had taken hold of Harry's cock and was slowly rubbing it and pushing his hips up gently fucking Harry. They made eye contact staring again in to each others eyes that blew Harry's mind. He pushed down hard and felt the pressure release in his balls, closing his eyes his body jolted down and forward ejaculating over Moham's chest. His body shaking trying to rid the orgasm and unable to control himself, his eyes opened feeling Moham's hand on his face gently caressing him, his eyes still locked on Harry. Regaining some composure Harry looked down at the mess he had made coating Moham's chest chair with his cum, pulled forward he was kissing him again. Moham raised his legs and slowly fucked Harry for several more minutes then pushed him back up, Harry sank deep on his cock and moved his hips back and forth to Moham's pleasure. Unsure how it even happened but he was now holding hands tightly with Moham, his cock pushing up every now and then driving Harry to speed up. The continuous slapping sound as his arse met with Moham's groin filled the room, the subtle moans from both of them getting louder and Harry could feel the cock inside him swelling and getting harder. Moham let out a growling moan pushing his hips up harder and Harry ground his arse down, he cried in pleasure feeling the cock erupting in a series of over exaggerated pulses in his arse. Moham held Harry's hands tighter, hips pushing Harry up in the air almost lifting him off the bed and penetrating him to the hilt planting his seed deep inside. Held partly aloft by Moham's hips Harry ground his arse still feeling the pulses from the cock. His legs rose up pushing Harry forward in to his arms, their lips locked together frantically kissing and panting trying to catch their breath. Harry laid on top of Moham in his arms and firmly impaled on his cock, his head resting against Moham's neck. Harry played with Moham's chest hair releasing small pleasurable moans with Moham gently caressing his back. Moham kissed Harry 'Ready for more?' he asked like he was giving Harry a choice, he chuckled and looked him in the eye 'I know you like it more than once' Harry replied. The evening took a second surprise twist, Moham rolled Harry over on to his back still impaled on his cock and hooking Harry's legs around his waist. His arm slipped Harry's neck holding him, he kissed and began to fuck him in a missionary position. Using his thighs to keep Harry's legs up he fucked him gently and slowly taking his time and kissing him. In charge this time Moham didn't fuck excessively hard yet he still gave him a solid pounding before raising his head and looking Harry in the eyes, holding him tightly he shot a second load deep in to him. Moham released Harry from his cock and laid gently down on top kissing him then rolled on to his back, Harry stared up the at the ornately decorated ceiling completely wowed by what he had just experienced with the mysterious Moham. Half expecting that to be it, he was already thinking of getting dressed. "Hungry?" Moham asked running his hand over Harry's body. Harry looked at him "What more?" he asked seeing Moham grin. "Later" he replied "do you want to eat anything food wise?" Moham asked. Harry sat up and looked at him "I can't figure you out sometimes" he said "yes I am hungry". "Good" Moham said reaching over to the phone and ordering two lobster salads. Harry laid back down "Haven't seen you hanging around the bar recently" Moham said hanging the phone up. "No, I need to grow up and get a job" Harry replied rolling on to his stomach. Moham pulled Harry to him and kissed him again "What sort of work?" he asked. Harry ran his hand over Moham's chest feeling his cum in there "I have studied business so sales or marketing". "That's boring" Moham replied stroking Harry's head "sorry I didn't mean to disrespect your choice". Harry laughed "What do you suggest then?" he asked "apart from this" he said. Moham smiled "I don't know and I don't see you doing this as a choice of career". "Am I that bad at it then?" Harry asked grabbing hold of Moham's cock. Moham chuckled and slapped his hand away "No quite the opposite and tonight has proved it". Harry sat up and looked at "Proved what?" he asked unsure what Moham was getting at. "That I would like having sex with you on a more intimate basis" Moham replied. Harry chuckled "There was me thinking you could not get any more mysterious" he said sitting across Moham. Moham smiled up at him "Why don't you work for me as my assistant" he suggested looking seriously at him. "You mean sex toy?" Harry replied stroking his chest "no I need a proper job" he said patting his chest. Moham sat up and kissed Harry "It is a proper job, you manage my diary and travel arrangements" he explained. Harry smiled "Not sure Moham" he said pondering on it "is it not boring just sorting your diary out?" he asked. "It won't just be that" Moham replied "you will travel with me, I have a PA but I need a trusted assistant and adviser". Harry laid back down "Okay does it pay well?" he asked turning his head to look at Moham. "You will get a lot more of this" Moham said waving his cock around and laughing "How is £40k to start with?". Harry looked up at the ceiling "Sure why not" he replied smiling "thank you" he said. Moham smiled "I will give you the address of my office we can meet and discuss next week" he said standing up. Harry looked at him "This is real your not kidding me?" he asked. "No kidding but this part of us must remain very discreet Harry" Moham said looking at him. Harry nodded "So..." he paused "why are doing this for me?" he asked curiously. Moham studied him a moment "I trust you Harry and I like your company" he replied. Harry smiled "Same here and I know I can't get all loved up over you" he chuckled. "There is one thing Harry" Moham said looking at him "you slept with Simon at the party?". "Is that his name, the owner" Harry replied and Moham nodded. "Please get yourself tested, Simon is HIV positive" Moham said looking seriously at him. Harry sat quietly shocked before speaking again "But we used a condom" he said thinking about it. Moahm shook his head "Don't be fooled Harry, Simon is a nice guy but sex with a deviant pleasure for him" he said. Harry looked worried "You mean he would have tried stealthing me?" he asked. Moham nodded "Get tested and get on meds if he did I don't want you falling sick" he warned. "Why?" Harry asked looking at Moham with real concern on his face. Moham smiled "I like having sex with you Harry so you need to stay healthy, especially if you agree to work for me". Harry sat on the bed "And you?" he asked knowing that was a silly question to ask him. "No I am clean Harry" Moham replied "But get yourself sorted out if he has managed to infect you". Harry nodded the smile gone off his face "I will, stealthing me wow that is nasty" he said. Moham touched Harry's face "Just always be discreet about us Harry". "I will" Harry replied nodding "Moham, thank you I mean for this and being able to enjoy sex with you". Moham smiled "Now suck me off" he said flapping his hard dick around in front of Harry. Harry laughed and slipped his mouth around Moham's hard cock again slowly working it in a teasing gently way before receiving a gob full of his cum. It was one thing taking it up the arse but Harry preferred not to swallow and spat it out down the toilet. Moham chuckled and showered whilst Harry sat and watched him until he finished then showered himself, Moham dressed in one the hotels dressing gowns went in to the lounge and directed room service that had arrived with their dinner. Harry turned off the water and started drying himself trying to come to terms with the whole evening, it was becoming apparent that Moham had a soft spot for Harry and that was evident throughout the time they appeared to make love more than just fuck tonight. Moham walked in to the bathroom handing Harry a dressing gown telling him dinner was ready. Sitting down to eat Moham asked Harry a lot of questions and generally chatted to him for quite a long time explaining he would be based out of the corporate office in central London. Moham left the hotel at 11pm and invited Harry to stay the night if he wanted. He would have loved nothing more but his parents were expecting him home and he left the hotel a few steps behind Moham and walking off in a complete discreet manner. He was a little cautious about the offer but had the details of the company and decided to fact check it in the morning before Moham called to arrange the meeting next week. Conrad and Jack spent most of that weekend chatting in the greenhouse, the pair of them checked over all the hibiscus beds along the road to make sure they were flourishing The weekend past so quickly he didn't want it to end but he had college on Monday. Conrad finished his first few days of lectures and Harry was still coming in to his head seeing the face in the helicopter taking off. He had declined going for a drink with the 15 other students on his course who were quite a bit older than him and them trying to figure out how such a young person got accepted on the advanced course. He had a quick phone call with Charlie on his walk back home and spent the evening doing his assignment with Jack's guidance over video call. He thought going back to college would mean him missing Jack a bit but they had set Wednesday evenings aside as their night and this week was the first going out to dinner at the local pub. Charlie though still aired on the side of caution when Conrad rattled on about Jack and kept his mouth shut, he had to learn to trust his brothers judgement and knew they had a very close friendship but nothing sexual as far as he was aware. Harry made his way in to central London and left the tube at Holborn following the directions to Moham's head office. His quick internet search of the company RMJ Equity Ventures lead him to the website where he delved deeper in to the company that seemed to have a multitude of subsidiaries in a variety of fields some very lucrative and others that had been purchased, the assets stripped and sold off. He learnt more about Moham and his real name Raheem Mohammed Jazeer, his own personal wealth was thought to be in the billions having built the company up to its current estimate of £3.6 billion through careful investment and cash reserve. It also surprised him to see his wife was 10 years younger and the 2 children in their teens. There was very little else about Moham, no gossip or scandal just a very shrewd businessman and owner of the company, family man who he knew didn't get the bed time treats or adoration he liked. The address of the building looked pretty modest and decorated in cream and brown colour palette, Harry had to wait in the reception until Moham's personal secretary Elspeth came down to meet him. "Harry Ashley-Cooper" Elspeth asked approaching him looking down her nose. Harry stood up "Yes that is I" he replied offering her his hand. "I am Mr Raheem's personal secretary Ms Phelps" she said in a very unfriendly manner "come along" she said. Harry felt sick to his stomach wondering what was instore for him "Thank you" he replied walking to the lift. "Mr Raheem has not given much detail about you" Elspeth said pressing the button and hurrying him along. Harry felt it was more of a you need to tell me now remark "An assistant to him" he replied being evasive. "To Mr Raheem" Elspeth corrected him "you need to learn to address him correctly or you won't last long". "Of course" Harry replied politely trying to be nice with her and failing spectacularly exiting the lift. "The HR manager is with Mr Raheem sit here until you are called" she said pointing to a sofa. Elspeth sat behind her desk along with two other assistants who all looked up at when he arrived, she quickly snapped her fingers like a school teacher telling them to get back to their work. The area was furnished to be comfortable enough for a short wait and several people came on to the floor dropping things off and leaving again glancing at the nervous Harry. He studied Ms Phelps a little deciding he didn't care for her much, but then she was no different speaking to the other two assistants who said nothing and got on with whatever she gave them to do. Harry watched the two doors opening and a tall dark haired and very attractive man in his early thirties exited closing the door behind him, he walked over to Elspeth's desk, the minute she spoke to him it was like a different person was there, tactful, respecting and polite manner to her tone and indeed when she walked over to Harry she was completely polite. "My Ahsley-Cooper this is Mr Prestley our HR Manager for RMJ Equity" Elspeth said introducing them. Adam shook hands with Harry "Please call me Adam and you are Harry right?" he asked. Harry nodded and smiled "Pleased to meet you Adam" he said watching Elspeth furrow her eyebrows. "Well Harry lets not keep Mr Raheem waiting any longer he is looking forward to meeting you" Adam said. Elspeth moved out of the way letting Harry pass "Adam what job is he interviewing for?" she asked. "Executive Business Assistant to Mr Raheem" Adam replied "Oh and please sort coffee out for three, quickly Elspeth". "Yes of course Mr Prestley" she replied hurrying off. Adam shook his head "This way Harry" Adam said guiding him to the office and looking at him "yeah I know". Harry laughed then stopped abruptly "Sorry know what?" he asked worrying himself. Adam smirked "Dragon lady" he replied "efficient and organised but my god she is a brutal nutcase". "Oh right" Harry replied giggling watching Adam open the door, they walked in closing the door behind them. "Mr Raheem this is Harry Ashely-Cooper here for the Executive Business Assistant position" Adam said. Moham came round from his desk and smiled "Thank you Adam" he said "Harry so glad you came please sit". Harry shook hands on a very professional basis and sat down, it took a few seconds for him to stop remembering their night at the hotel and started to talk about his studies. Adam asking a lot of questions and Moham talking about the job and what is expected and that he would be privy to confidential documents. It went on for over an hour before Harry was asked to leave the office and wait for Adam, he closed the door and sat down on the sofa. Elspeth looking over at him several times. Adam sat back down opposite Moham and looked over the notes he had taken and closed his folder. "Do you trust him?" Adam asked Moham putting the folder down on the empty chair. Moham nodded "Implicitly" he replied looking up at Adam "what do you think, will he cut it?". "I think he will" Adam replied sitting back in his chair watching Moham "well brought up and educated". Moham smiled "You have already made up your mind" Adam said "I will get the paperwork sorted". "Thank you Adam" Moham replied "and put him in the office next to mine" he said. Adam stood and picked his folder up "You sure about the salary Moham?" he asked. Moham nodded "Take him under your wing and mentor him Adam and put him on the management trainee programme". "Thank you I will enjoy mentoring him" Adam replied grinning. Moham checked his email "Keep it in your pocket around him" he said glancing at Adam. Adam stood there "Is he?" he asked waiting and Moham looked up and nodded. "Ah so he is my replacement" Adam chuckled walking towards the door. Moham looked over "Adam, keep an eye on him I think Simon got to him" he said. "Fuck Moham" Adam said with holding the door handle "him as well?". Moham smirked "I keep losing at the auction". Adam grinned at Moham "You know I won't be able to keep my hands off him". He heard Moham laughing closing the door and took Harry to his office to sign all the paperwork and non disclosure agreement, starting salary and start date. It was happening so quickly for Harry and he walked out of the building with Adam securing a well paid job and starting next Monday. Adam had a quiet word with Harry and agreed to meet him on Friday and take him to the clinic to get checked over. He was quietly embarrassed about the whole thing until Adam explained that he was poz and probably by Simon as well 7 years ago. Immediately the two of them formed a bond, it helped that Harry thought Adam was very sexy and wouldn't mind fucking him. Harry woke on Friday morning feeling worse for wear, Adam sat with him texting Moham from the rapid test centre at the clinic. He was prepared for the worst case outcome and was in no surprise when he tested positive for hiv. the doctor explained that the virus was not fully integrated in his body and was why he hadn't been ill to date, he was given a prescription fortunately it was a one a day pill which didn't seem to bad. He took the first one at the clinic and Adam took him for a coffee afterwards to make sure he was okay. "So did Moham ask you to look after me then?" Harry asked. Adam put his coffee down "Yes and I will mentor you at work" he said "Ms Phelps is really pissed off". "Why?" Harry asked "I did nothing to offend her she was just horrible to me". Adam smiled "She has to report in to you". Harry threw his hands up "I haven't even started and people hate me" he said chuckling. "Moham is a hard boss Harry but you will be just fine he likes you" Adam said finishing his coffee. Harry grinned at Adam "I like hard men, actually I am quite hard looking at you" he said. Adam looked at Harry then shook his head smiling "Harry, Harry, Harry, one day" he said chuckling. Harry laughed and leaned closer "You can be my bitch" he said looking at him. Adam looked at his watch "If I wasn't working I would bang the arse off you now and see who is the bitch". They both laughed causing a few people to turn looking at them "Harry promise me you will call if you need to talk" Adam said. Harry nodded "I will, it helps knowing you I can talk to someone if I need to" he said. Moham was not surprised by the news and pleased that Harry was starting meds straight away. He was somewhat annoyed that Simon had done it again to someone he took there. Harry though felt kind of relieved, on the whole he was quite positive about it but still checked in with Adam later that day and over the weekend. He settled in to his new job with Adam as promised mentoring him until he was settled, gradually he took over managing Moham's diary and casting his eye over documents before running through them with Moham. He fitted in well but lacked a passport so he couldn't go on the first business trip and Elspeth lorded it up over Harry rubbing his nose in it when she had the chance. Harry half expected to be bent over the desk in Moham's office frequently but he was astute enough to know that business was business. He made great progress on the management trainee programme and really loved his job. The one thing Harry never got was bored, Moham had such a variety of companies and a complex diary that Elspeth couldn't really manage it effectively. After a month and just before 5pm Harry walked out of his office to do his last task of the day to run through Moham's diary for the following day. Harry went through his appointments and explained he had moved two meetings to the morning putting him on a back to back run of meetings but it freed up his afternoon to catch up on other business. Moham scratched his beard "How did you manage that Harry?" he asked looking surprised. "A little juggling" Harry replied "It means you have meetings all morning..." started saying. "Brilliant" Moham said putting his diary down "you certainly know what your doing". Harry sat there feeling a little proud "Thanks" he said and Moham looked up and smiled. "The 10am to midday meeting I would like you there I think you will learn a great deal" Moham informed him. "Yes sure" Harry replied and Moham handed a folder to him. "Read through this it will get your prepared" Moham said "and your passport has it arrived?" he asked "Should be here next week" Harry replied "am I getting my first business trip?" he asked excitedly. Moham chuckled and smiled "Yes in a few months to do with this meeting tomorrow". Moham smiled watching Harry leave, he had made the right decision with him. Harry saw Adam sat in his office waiting for him, they had bonded so well and went out for dinner two or three times a week at some fancy restaurant courtesy of Moham who sometimes came with them. Harry loved evenings out with Adam who was so easy to talk to and get along with. Sitting there he fancied Adam like crazy but for some reason he again thought of Conrad, he had no idea what he would do if he found him. In his heart he knew he was going to Hibiscus Drive and find Conrad to get an answer one way or another from him. Harry being so busy now always ended up putting it in the back of his mind.

My hole is really tight at first but does open up nicely for a Big Cock.

A fetish is objectifying. if you were ONLY interested in someone because of [whatever] to the exclusion of other traits, including personality, for instance. They're not a person, they're a giant black dildo, in the case you describe. And you might have a whole unique "scene" built around those guys, like race play in this case. Personally, I tend toward Latino guys but I can be attracted to others (and obviously I find some Latino guys unattractive.) I don't consider that a fetish. But if I sought out uncut guys solely because they were uncut, that IS a fetish. But ultimately, it's semantics. I know "fetish" has negative connotations but if you're with someone consensually and you both enjoy it, does it really matter?

For my 26th birthday, I reached out to someone in my area who does edging sessions. His one condition is I have to refrain from cumming for at least a week. I agreed (spoiler: never made it to a full week). By the fourth or fifth day, I was going crazy and was hooking up with guys left and right on Grindr. The dude said no cumming, nothing about having sex. One night, I message this profile I’ve seen in my area but glossed over because he was second of third tier hot, but having fucked most of the first-tier guys that were interested, I was desperate. I went over to his place at 1am and he fucked me in a bed room without furniture. He was a flight attendant and didn’t bother investing in furniture. While the fuck was whatever, I was in major heat and told him all my dark desires of being gang fucked, no loads refused. He asked if I was on Prep and I said no, since I turned 26 and no longer qualified for parent’s insurance. He said that was risky, but if I wanted, he can set up a gang bang for me. My eyes lit up and asked him if he was serious. He said he’s always wanted to set one up and would take care of me. A few days later, he tells me to come over because he wants to dump a load. I rush over and after he fucks me, he tells me he’s found a few guys who are down. I’m so giddy and ask to see the guys he’s messaged. He opens Grindr and shows me, but I noticed that most if not all the dudes either don’t have their status, says poz, or poz undetectable. I ask him why, and he says he’s vetting them to make sure they’re undetectable because it’s safer than guys who have been untested. He is right, so I thank him for being so thoughtful. A couple more days passed, and I’m still in heat. Decided to forgo my edging session and just go full slut bottom mode. Making my rounds with guys from my neighborhood, with multiple repeat sessions. I get a message to meet him at this hotel near the airport. Go to the room and he’s inside. Tells me he has a few guys lined up for me throughout the night. I’m excited since it’s Friday, so there’s the extra fun that comes with the start of the weekend. He tells me to get naked and sniff some poppers. He offers me an edible to get me relaxed. I ask for his cock and thank him for setting this up. He fucks me really hard, harder than normal and tells me to enjoy his cum. He pulls out and feeds me some poppers, and tells me to be a good slut and show him I am slutty enough to live out my fantasies. I take this as a challenge and become determined to impress him. His name is David btw. First guy comes, and he looks very average. Unshaven pubes. A bit of a gut. Lots of untrained body hair. Average cock. Fucks me and calls me putah and maricon, and dumps his load and leaves. David tells me how hot that was, and I need to keep taking it like that. Then two guys come at same time. Seems like they knew each other. They both get undressed and say things like damn this is hot. Both look youngish, maybe mid to late 20s. They take turn fucking my hole and face. David tells them to cum in my hole and the second guy says to take his dirty load. Alarms go off in my head. I knew what that meant. Don’t know why I didn’t confront the guys before they left, but I waited until after and asked David if he was sure they were undetectable. He said yes, but they prolly like verbal poz play. I didn’t think much of it because I also like verbal poz play, which I also told him. He tells me he can instruct the guys who are also into verbal play to lean into it, and I said yes! Two more guys came at different times. They were less hot and really playing the poz verbal. Saying things like how they’ll get me pregnant. How sluts like me love and crave the gift. How I won’t have my boyish looks for long. Second guy made me beg for his poz load. Of course I did. It was so hot. Every time a guy nutted into me, David would feed me poppers, almost like a reward. Then this older daddy came. He had the body of a trucker, and kinda smelled like he had been on the road for a few days unshowered. I was so turned on. This guy was dominant and verbal. Really took his time. He told me that he bet I would still let him but inside me even if he wasn’t undetectable because sluts like me don’t care deep down. I was going along with everything he said until this point. David noticed and came closer to me and fed me some poppers. He told me to answer the hot man fucking me. Tell him what I really wanted. That I didn’t care if they were detectable, in fact I craved it. The poppers were hitting. The trucker dad was fucking me so good. I was feeling so good, when I just said fuck it and said that I would let him still breed me if he was detectable. He laughed and said he knew it. He started fucking harder and as he came, he told me to beg for his poz load. I screamed that I needed it and wanted him to get me pregnant with his poz babies. After he left, David started playing with my nips and told me that was so hot. That I love getting poz cum. He told me to tell him how much I wanted more poz cum. I confessed it was really hot and how I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could always go on Pep after. He kissed me and said good boy. He would start looking for poz guys instead. He went back on his phone and within a few minutes, another guy came. Damn that was fast. I took three more loads that night from three more guys. I begged for their poz loads. David cuddled me and told me I was such a good boy, and asked how my hole was feeling. I told him it was super sore, but I’m glad we did it. He said he was falling for me, and I said I felt similarly. We spent the entire weekend together being really intimate. Then he said he had to go and won’t be back until the following Wednesday. After dropping him off at the airport, I realized the window for Pep had passed. I was a little nervous but didn’t dwell on it. I’m sure David only contacted undetectable guys. I heard from David increasingly less after. He said his work schedule was packed and he won’t get more long breaks for a while. A couple months after that fun hotel night, I got really sick. I told David and he said I’m a dumb bitch. Don’t contact him and go get tested. He told me that my young, innocent face deserved to get wrecked. Enjoy the bug. I was so shocked, but so turned on. I reached out to another fwb in my area and told him to come fuck me right away. FWB is a pig but was hesitant. He’s always had this fantasy of fucking someone while they’re passed out, and I’ve been reluctant. I thought hey, let’s barter. I agreed to let him give me some NyQuil and in exchange, he can do whatever he wants me with any of his friends, no questions asked. But he can’t film it, and loads have to go inside me. He came over. Anyway, David fucked me over, but set me free. He was a psychopath, but I wouldn’t be ok with taking loads with the door open at Steamworks on the regular without care if it wasn’t for him. Fuck you, but also thank you.

Most of my stories are based on chems and fists. I haven’t added any recently but will be getting back into it soon.

Leave Pope Leone XIV alone. He just had to sit on a rim seat and have his balls checked by an assortment of Cardinals.

39 y/o good looking fit guy, cute butt, indestructible, want to be used HARD by a top and/or his buds who really know how to totally take what they want. don't let me get away. make me cry. cnc and real. 5'10 155 can be yours for a weekend if you want.

God damn, this is a great story. I love the slow burn and lines being pushed while the boy is rationalizing as naively as possible. My favorite part was definitely when the bear was digging that cock up into his ass, and he was just about to pop inside. Also, a little bit of “did he or didn't he” with whether or not he achieved full penetration. The copious amounts of toxic pre would have been an issue if he had, what with the descriptions of how much was trailing all over the place upon withdrawal. This really reminds me of how I write my stories, and it’s executed beautifully so far.

Black latino here. If you wanna fuck someone based on their race but not willing to date their kind its fetishization and if you keep bringing up that you're attracted to them because of their race its also fetishization

I’ve not had a cock before, So definitely the first one that opens me up I want it natural, and it’s only right for the first cock that deflowers me to blow its load inside me.

Of course you do 🧐. Little piggy🐖🐖🐖🐖 going off to market & staying there 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. Don't expect me home early🙄🙄🙄.

Thanks for the comments! Huge shoutout to JayGusher and Spermpig, I drew a lot of inspiration for this story from both of them! Hope to finish this with a bang!

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Was married to a woman. I loved to top guy and topped about 90% of the time. When I did bottom, I had top use a condom. Then we separated and I ended up in a same sex relationship. We never used condoms and he was poz... u=u. I went on PrEP when we started having 3sums or breeding parties by the pool on the outdoor sling. Loved to top AND bottom and was pretty much 50/50. I've turned a number of tops (mostly married) from condom to raw fucking. If a guy wants to use a condom these days, I tell him I only fuck raw and I get tested every 3 months as part of my PrEP clinic. Interestingly, not one has asked to see my test results, they are too busy sliding into my hole raw and getting ready to breed. If a bottom asks me to suit up, I tell him I'm happy to use a toy on him or finger/fist him, but I don't fuck with a condom on. A lot of those bottoms pause a few seconds and then take it raw. I'm an avid collector of porn of ALL types. 1000's of movies on a drive in my house. At my house, ALL the porn is ONLY raw and cum filled. Just the way I love it.

Just left... my regular FB. just got back from Mexico, a gay resort. Highly recommend Casa Cupula in Puerto Vallarta. They had a party last Saturday, over 200 naked guys packed into a tiny pool area, plus a play area. And the food in the Zona Romantica is worth the trip all by itself. Street food and restaurants. Still, i go through withdrawal if i don't get my regular FB's cock and nut in me at least 3x a week lol. One of the hottest parts (and there's a lot of those parts) of sex with Him is when He is ready to fuck, He gets this high look in His eyes and says: "Let Me fuck you." i turn over prone and He spreads my ass and i always feel His warm spit drop onto my hole. idk why, but that turns me on so much, doesn't make a sound, i just feel it on my hole before He presses His cock into my hole, which He does with a lot of muscle behind it. Honestly, He's definitely opened my hole over 5 years and it's pretty easy to get into. i think He may have been saving it up, i'm very creamy.

Part Two: Tom's heart raced as he approached the grimy, graffiti-covered building that housed Ty's apartment. In the short time that Tom had known Ty, a few big things in Tom’s life had changed. For instance, up until meeting his new friend Tom considered himself 100% straight. Now? Well, Ty’s big black cock has challenged that notion. Tom had also begun smoking Tina regularly, and since Ty was his dealer, he could get dick and his drugs all at the same time. When Tom went to pick-up from Ty he always seemed to notice the stark contrast between the crumbling cinder blocks of the projects and the prestigious college halls he was used to. As he approached Ty, or “daddy” as he insisted Tom call him, Tom’s palms became slick with anticipation and nerves and as he climbed the stairs to the third floor, the smell of burnt chemicals and stale cigarette smoke grew stronger with each step, a potent reminder of what awaited him. When Ty swung open the door, a cloud of smoke billowed out, thick white smoke filled the narrow hallway as he stepped aside to let the young white college boy in. "What's up, little man? Ready for your medicine?" His dark eyes twinkled mischievously as he eyed Tom's lean muscular build, his gaze lingering on the bulge in Tom’s jeans. Inside the cramped living room, Ty's heavy, muscular body filled the space like a panther in a cage. His bare, tatted up chest heaved as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and Tom couldn't help but feel a thrill of danger and excitement at being in the presence of such a dominant figure. The room was dimly lit, a single bulb overhead, casting deep shadows that danced across Ty's toned biceps and the bulging veins in his neck. The tension grew as Ty handed Tom a glass pipe, the crystals glinting in the dull light. "Take a hit, bro," he instructed, his voice a smooth purr that sent shivers down Tom's spine. The first hit of the tina was harsh, burning the back of Tom's throat and making his eyes water. The second hit brought a rush of euphoria, his body tingling as the drug hit his bloodstream. The third hit was pure bliss, and Tom leaned back, the world swimming around him. As Ty leaned in to take the pipe, his hand snaked around to Tom's crotch, gripping his cock through the denim. "My boy is always so eager when daddy is around," he murmured, a wicked smile playing on his full lips. Holding Tom’s chin in his massive hand he told him "tonight, I got something special for you and I need you to be brave for daddy, can you do that for me?" Just as Tom was processing what Ty meant by that, Tom's eyes grew wide as the door swung open again, and Diego stepped into the room. The tall, muscular Latin man's presence was electrifying, his olive skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark brown eyes that Tom couldn’t look away from. Diego was freeballing in a pair of athletic shorts and the outline of Diego's thick, uncut cock pressed against the mesh of the shorts made Tom's own dick throb uncontrollably, and as Tom continued to stare at the man’s cockprint he considered that this guy might just have the biggest cock he has ever seen. Ty noticed and chuckled, "Don't worry, baby, my boy is hung as a goddamn horse but you’ll be able to take it." With a jerk of his head, Ty told Diego, "Get naked, bro. Let him see what you got." Diego obeyed, his movements fluid and confident. He popped off his tank top and pulled down his shorts to reveal a sculpted physique, the muscles of his chest and abs rippling as he stepped closer to Tom. His cock, his massive thick uncut monster of a cock hung heavy, the tip glistening with precum, and Tom felt his mouth water despite his fear and anxiety around the pure physics of how he could ever take something this big and live to talk about it.. "Look at that," Ty said, his voice low and hungry as he reached one massive hand towards Diego’s cock and grabbed it tight. "You ever had anything that big inside you?" Tom couldn't speak, could only shake his head. Ty's hands moved back to Tom, his grip on Tom’s ass growing tight. Ty reached over and scooped up a dollop of Diego’s precum and rubbed it between his two fingers. With the fingers now coated in a lube of Diego’s precum, Ty grabbed a shard of Tina from his bag and slowly began to press the precum lubed shard into Tom’s helpless hole, eliciting a yelp from Tom that caused Ty to briefly cover his mouth. “Shhhhhh baby boy, don’t be making all that noise with them niggas right outside listening….I know boy it burns but you see my man’s cock? It ain’t even hard yet, and you gonna take it all," he promised, his breath hot in Tom's ear. “You gonna need this boy”. Diego approached, and Tom's eyes remained locked on the monstrous cock swaying before him. Without warning, Ty pushed Tom to his knees, and he found himself face to face with what indeed was the biggest cock Tom had ever seen. The scent of musk and arousal mixed with Diego’s cologne was intoxicating, and his own cock throbbed in time with the racing beat of his heart. He tentatively reached out, wrapping his hand around the shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it, the velvety skin stretching over the iron-hard length. "That's right," Ty encouraged, his hand on the back of Tom's head. "Give my boy Diego some lovin now." Tom's mouth watered as he opened his lips, taking the massive head into his mouth. Tom's mouth continued to water as he began to slowly suck on the heavy head of Diego's cock, feeling it stretch his lips open. The taste was a mix of salty and sweet, the scent of musk and arousal intoxicating him even more than the meth coursing through his veins. Tom looked up and caught Ty shot-gunning a massive cloud into Diego’s mouth and something about seeing these two dominant dangerous alpha studs in that intimate embrace drove Tom wild. Diego's hand came to rest on the back of Tom’s head, guiding him gently but firmly, as if he knew exactly how much Tom could handle. Ty's hand remained on his shoulder, the warmth of his touch reassuring, though the anticipation of what was to come had Tom's stomach in knots. Tom's eyes remained locked on Ty's, seeking approval, as he began to suck in earnest. Diego's cock was so thick and getting thicker, filling his mouth completely, and he had to fight against his gag reflex as he took more and more of it. The head of his own cock was leaking pre-cum onto the worn carpet beneath him, and he knew that Ty could see it. The thrill of being used, of being the plaything for these two powerful men, was like nothing he had ever felt before. "Fuck, baby," Ty whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so good. You know baby, my boy here has never had white ass. You gonna be his first whiteboy.” Diego moaned, hips began to rock gently, his cock sliding deeper into Tom's mouth. “Yeah well, don’t get many white boys coming around here, too scared or something. You don’t gotta be scared bro, I’m big I know I know but I’mma make you feel good, promise.” He continued to moan as Tom took more of him down his throat. “Fuck man, you sucking my cock like a champ, taking it like you hungry for it or somethin”. Tom's eyes watered and he choked slightly, but the feeling of Diego's hands in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him, kept him going. The sounds of his own moaning muffled by the cock in his mouth and the heavy breathing of the two men above him were all Tom could focus on as the world around him faded away. Ty stepped closer, his own cock now hard and pressing against the small of Tom's back. "You like that big Latin cock boy?" he asked, his breath warm against Tom's ear. "You think you can be a brave boy for daddy and take it all?" Tom nodded, unable to form words as he continued to bob his head up and down on Diego's cock. Ty reached around and began to stroke Tom's own erection, his hand rough and calloused, sending bolts of pleasure through his body. The combination of the drugs and the overwhelming sensation of being dominated by these two men had him on the edge. "You want more?" Ty asked, his voice a dark whisper. "You want to feel both of us inside you?" Tom paused, his eyes wide, the desperation and fear clear in his eyes. Ty's hand left Tom’s cock and he felt something cold and slick being spread over his asshole. He gasped as Ty's thumb pushed inside, slowly stretching him open, getting him higher than he’s ever been as Ty was now putting even more of the Tina inside his hole. The burn was exquisite, a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure of Diego's cock filling his mouth. "Look at you," Ty said, his voice a mix of amazement and amusement. "Look at this boy’s hole eat that up. This whiteboy is desperate to get opened up.” Diego's grip on Tom’s head grew stronger, and he felt the man's cock swell even larger in his mouth. He knew what was coming next, and his heart raced in anticipation. Ty's thumb was replaced by something bigger, something that made him tense up in fear and excitement. "Relax, baby," Ty soothed, his voice low and reassuring. "You can take it, you know how to open up for daddy." Tom did his best to relax as Ty's cock began to push into him, inch by slow inch. The pain was intense, but the rush of endorphins from the meth made it almost pleasurable. He felt so full, so used, it was everything he had ever wanted. “There you go baby, opening up that beautiful white hole for your daddies. Gonna make us so proud, I know you will”. When Ty got halfway inside the boy he slowly drew his cock back out, only to then slam the entire length of his massive black cock to the hilt, Tom’s body responding in agonizing pain, a scream now being muffled by Diego’s cock as he continued to push down Tom’s throat. Tom was reeling as Ty began to thrust deeply into him and Diego's cock grew even more insistent in this throat, pushing deeper causing him to choke and gasp for breath. Tom's eyes watered as he gagged, but he didn't stop sucking, driven by a desperate need to please them both as he had finally now understood why he existed, understanding it was for this purpose, for these alpha men to use as they saw fit. Ty's hand found its way back to Tom's cock, now slick with precum and lube, and began to pump it in rhythm with his own thrusts. The room was a blur of movement and sensation, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the ragged breaths of three men lost in the throes of meth induced passion. Tom could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tightening as the pleasure grew more intense, each pump inside him hitting that spot causing an explosion of pleasure with each painful thrust. "You're about to cum for us, aren't you?" Ty demanded, his voice harsh and dominant. Stroking Tom even faster he now ordered: “Now boy, show my guy Diego how Daddy fucks a load out of you, time to bust boy, blow for daddy”. Tom moaned around Diego's cock, his own orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt. The sensation of Ty's cock pounding into him and Diego's shaft sliding in and out of his mouth was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated through his entire being. The pressure in his balls grew almost unbearable, his body begging for release. "God, yes," Tom managed to murmur, his voice muffled by Diego's cock. The words seemed to spur Ty on, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more possessive. "That's it," Ty groaned, his grip on Tom's hips tightening. "Take it all. Let your daddies wreck this white cunt. Now boy, cum for Daddy NOW!" Ty demanded forcefully. Diego's hand tangled in Tom's hair, holding him in place as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping with each thrust into Tom's mouth. Tom could feel the man's thighs tense and knew he was close. The thought of making Diego cum, of serving Ty like this and obeying his order to cum sent him hurtling over the edge. His body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning, painting the floor with ropes of cum and causing a scream to somehow escape Tom’s cock-filled mouth. As Tom's body quivered with the aftershocks of his climax, Ty pulled out of him with a wet pop. The sudden emptiness made him whimper, his hole longing to be filled. Ty turned him around and bent him over the arm of the couch, his cock still hard and slick with lube. "Now that I milked that out of you, I want you to try and relax baby," Ty whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "Because now baby boy, now the real fucking fun begins." Diego stepped closer, his cock now fully terrifyingly erect, the head a deep purple and slick with precum, easily the size of a young child’s fist. Tom's eyes widened in both fear and excitement as he watched Ty slick the monstrous shaft with lube. With Tom bent over the couch and with his recently fucked hole totally exposed and opened, Ty was able to easily slip two more shards inside Tom without the boy even noticing. Ty grabbed a bottle of poppers and told Tom to inhale it like his life depended on it. Placing the poppers in Tom’s hand and telling him to use them when needed, he slapped Tom’s ass so hard it left a bruise and barked another order. "Open up," Ty demanded, his hand guiding the tip of Diego's cock to Tom's asshole. Tom took a deep hit on the poppers and did as he was told, feeling the head of Diego's cock press against him. He was still sensitive from his orgasm, and the pressure made him gasp. "Easy," Ty cooed, his hand gentle on Tom's back. "Just breathe, baby. This about to hurt like hell but you gonna survive and you gonna take it because now baby you aint got no choice but to take it, you understand?" With a gentle push, the head of Diego's cock breached Tom's tight ring, and Tom's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision becoming spotty as his world was now spinning rapidly around him with Diego’s cock beginning its invasion right as the last two secret booty bumps began to take hold of him. The pain was intense, but he focused on the warmth of Ty's hand and the sound of his voice, telling him how good he was doing and how proud of he was making the men, and when Diego grabbed Tom’s cock and began to slowly stroke it back to life Tom realized that perhaps he was about to feel the greatest pain followed by the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. Inch by agonizing inch, Diego pushed into him, his cock stretching Tom to the limits of what he thought he could handle, all the while Diego and Ty sounding genuinely impressed with how well Tom was taking it as they continued to offer up encouraging words. The burn was almost too much, but Tom knew there was no escape – even if he wanted to leave, even if he begged, he was in too deep and these big men with their rock-hard cocks would never let him go without fucking him first. “Yo little dude, I’m almost halfway inside you bro” Diego announced. “I’m gonna start to pump now, if it gets too much and you think you gonna pass out or somethin I’ll slow it down”. Surprisingly, Tom’s body began to adjust, his ass muscles relaxing around the thick massive intrusion. Ty's cock slid into his mouth again, the taste of his own ass mixing with the musky scent of Diego's precum. Once Diego was fully seated inside Tom, he wrapped his big strong arms around Tom’s body and whispered in his ear “you got all me in you man, down to my nuts its all inside you. So proud of you bro, fuck you tight and you making me feel so good, so proud”. Hearing this, Ty began to fuck Tom’s throat in earnest, his powerful hips driving the thick cock in and out of him. Both Ty and Diego had natural rhythm, so it didn’t surprise Tom when their thrust seemed to sync up - when one man was sliding out the other was sliding in so that Tom was never without one of them inside him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through Tom, making him moan a desperate plea of intense pleasure. He felt so full, so used, and it was everything he had ever needed, everything he longed to be. The room was a cacophony of sounds: Ty's harsh breaths, Diego's grunts of exertion, and the wet, squelching noises of their bodies coming together. Tom's own muffled moans, a mix of cruel pain and intense pleasure added to the symphony, his eyes watering with every deep push down this throat. As the two men fucked him, Tom's mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. The fear and anxiety from earlier had been replaced with a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be, in between his dad’s. He was their boy, and they were using him as they saw fit. The power dynamics played out before him were intoxicating, the high from the meth only amplifying the intensity of the experience. Diego's hand found its way to the back of Tom's head again, pushing him down further onto Ty’s cock as Ty's thrusts grew more erratic. Ty's grip on Tom's head tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fucked his face harder and faster. Diego had been let loose and was now mercilessly pounding Tom’s ass. With his big strong hands firmly pressing Tom into the couch he began to ruthlessly slam his cock inside the boy. “Fuck whiteboy, you taking this cock like a real man, you hear me? Shit, I fucked half these wanna-be tough guy niggas walkin round this block and they be crying, begging me to stop before we I even get goin. But you whiteboy? You fucking love this shit, don’t you? You love coming to this nigga’s shitty little apartment, getting spun and taking some brown cock don’t you boy? Tom could only moan his response. “Yeah boy? That’s what I thought. You love it? Fuck boy, that’s real good, cuz I’mma fucking give it to you!” Tom's body was a canvas of pain and other worldly ecstasy, painted with the strokes of Diego's cock and Ty's firm hand. The pain had transformed him, broken him to pieces, and the pleasure that followed, the delicious ache that his daddy’s cocks provided, had put him back together, each movement a stroke of the brush that brought him closer to his full experience of ecstasy. He could feel Diego's cock thickening even more inside him, the veins pulsing with the promise of release. Ty's thrusts grew more urgent, and Tom knew he was close. "Fuck, baby," Ty panted, his voice strained. "Dis throat open up so good..don’t worry baby boy, Diego gonna put his nut inside you now and yo daddy gonna put his nut inside you later." Tom's eyes watered as Diego's hands tightened around his waist, the pressure that held him down becoming slightly painful. He knew what was expected of him, and the idea of making them both cum was driving him wild. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his daddy’s cock in his mouth. Diego's hips began to buck, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. In between ragged breathes Diego rushed to get the words out before it was too late. "I'm gonna cum white boy, fucking gonna fill this ass up you ready? You ready bro?" he growled, his voice deep and guttural. Tom nodded, eager to be filled with the man's seed, to show him how badly he wanted to please him. Tom noticed their rhythm grew more frenzied, their cocks slamming into Tom's ass and throat with an intensity that made him see stars. With a roar, Diego slammed into Tom’s ass with such force it knocked the wind out of him, and as Tom struggled to find his breath while enduring Diego’s wild thrust, he was tasked with also surviving the torrent blast of cum that his dad was now shooting down his throat. With almost no warning Ty was now flooding Tom’s throat as Diego continued to flood his hole. Diego’s thrust began to slow and Tom felt the warmth of the man’s nut spread inside him, the feeling of being claimed and used and finally filled up in the most primal way possible making him whole, giving him purpose. The warmth of their loads coupled with the insane amount of tina coursing through his veins caused Tom to spiral into an orgasm so deeply he very literally almost passed out. His body spasmed, his ass clenching around the cock that was still buried deep within him. Ty watched with fascinated and hungry eyes, his own climax beginning to also subside. "You doin so good and we so proud of you boy," he praised, his voice thick with pride and lust. "Look at you, cumming like this for us. Yeahhhh boy keep going, get every drop out for daddy now". Tom's moans grew louder, his body trembling, shaking, as Diego’s hard cock slammed into him one final time, sending him over the edge again, somehow restarting the orgasm he thought he had just finished, leaving Tom completely exhausted and totally spent. Ty pulled out of his throat, and before Tom could even catch his breath, the two men took turns kissing him deeply, intimately, so intensely it felt as if the men were desperate for him to understand how they had claimed him and were helping him understand with this intimate embrace. The two men stepped back, both panting heavily, with their massive strong arms wrapped around each other and their chests heaving, looking down at their boy now covered in a mix of sweat, lube, meth, cum and spit. Ty's cock was still semi-hard, glistening with Tom’s spit while Tom's ass had been stretched beyond what any of the men had thought possible, now dripping with Diego's cum and throbbing from the pounding it just took. Tom felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, his body a testament to the power and pleasure they had shared. Diego leaned down, his chest brushing against Ty's, and whispered something in Spanish that made Ty laugh, the sound low and wicked. They shared a knowing glance before turning their gaze back to Tom, who was now knelling in front of them, trying to catch his breath while looking up at the men, searching their faces for their approval. Ty bent down and picked Tom up, carrying him into the bedroom as Diego followed behind. The three men crawled into bed together, with Tom in the middle while the room continue to spin around them from a mix of pure exhaustion and a whole lot of drugs. Clearing his throat while relaxing into their arms, Tom thanked his dad’s for this experience, and as they drifted off to sleep Tom thought to himself how lucky he was to be owned by such incredible men, and as he closed his eyes he chuckled to himself, silently reminding himself how glad he was that Ty had once ordered from Ubereats.

You will not be able to get rid of this obsession until you start doing it -it feels so good once you start, you won’t stop. So prepare yourself. Get on prep or similar. Alternatives? Get a young horny boyfriend who will top you on demand all the times you want and carry his loads around deep in you.

I've been somewhat out of the play scene for about a year since I seroconverted. But we were at a group sex party and my mate encouraged me to join the fun while he waited for our late comer (frustrating, there is often the one guy who doesn't give a crap that someone is waiting to check him in before they themselves can join the party). I did exactly that and really enjoyed a few hours of playtime. His comment at the end was "it was nice to see you play again".

Kevin followed Bill upstairs. He could hear the sound of porn playing somewhere in one of the side rooms and the sound of someone moaning and obviously having sex in another. By the time they reached the small bathroom with the shower and toilet, Kevin was sweating profusely, and his heart was beating fast. He was excited yet scared, finding himself in this unknown environment where anything could happen, and yet somehow feeling he wanted to be there. "Here," said Bill "The cistern won't stop filling. I guess a valve has failed." Kevin nodded and put down his bag of tools. "Okay, shouldn't take long." Bill nodded. "Great. When you've finished, come down for a cup of tea." Then he left. Kevin set to work. It was an easy job to change the valve. He was just flushing it to test it, when the door opened and a tall, thin guy in a towel came in. "Fixed, huh?" He said to Kevin who was kneeling putting his tools away. Kevin nodded and the man said "Great" as he dropped his towel to reveal a long thin cock which he pointed at the bowl and began to piss. Kevin was shocked as he looked at the cock pissing inches from his face. But he couldn't keep his eyes off it as the flow subsided and the man began to rub it slowly until the foreskin retracted over the big purple head and it was erect. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen a man's cock before today, and here he was with a fully erect cock pointing at his face. He should leave, but it was fascinating, and he really wanted to touch it. There was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol on the man's belly. Kevin knew it from hazardous chemicals he handled, but he couldn't figure out why someone should have a tattoo of one. "Suck it." He said. Kevin could feel the heat from the man's cock as he moved it towards his face. "I...I'm not gay." He mumbled. The man laughed. "Yeah? I think you are. You want to taste it, don't you?" With that, he pushed his cock against Kevin's mouth. "Just a little taste," thought Kevin. "No-one will ever know" He opened his lips and slid the cock into his mouth. It tasted smooth and silky. "Yeah, "said the man. "Suck it. Tastes nice, doesn't it?" Kevin couldn't reply. There was a saltiness to it now, and he could taste wetness from the tip. He moaned and found himself giving way to the excitement as well as a feeling of shame that he was kneeling with a cock in his mouth. Abruptly, the man pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth and patted his head. "I'm Sid," He said. "I think you should meet some of the others. You're a good little pig, I can tell. Come over to the sitting room and I'll introduce you. He opened the door "By the way. Lose the clothes before you do, right?" Then he left.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

I prefer a nice wet used hole. I have fucked tight holes and it's not comfortable for me or the bottom.

1. To answer the original post, not much when I'm out at the fuckjoints for the night. That said, the un-asked, if ancillary issue is, what does the Top do about it? 2. Tops can get down there, and mouth-lube the Hole. They can offer gentle advice to the bottom, i.e. 'try to push it open for me', 'try to push my tongue away with your Hole', and then affirm that if/when it happens. Tops can also simply tell the bottom he has to take a few more Cocks before the Top can get in there, and go rut in other Holes for a while and come back later. 3. Tops don't want to injure a bottom - they want the bottom to open his Hole up. Tongues, fingers, toys, verbal encouragement can all play a part in that. But, if none of it works, then the bottom probably needs a mind-fuck most.

Near Wichita, Kansas, 1990 I grew up knowing very little about the world. I lived in a tiny little town just outside of Wichita, Kansas, but never went there unless it was to go school shopping with Mom. It seemed like a big, scary city and I was happy in my little burg with the parks and tree-lined streets and my pals. No danger. No trouble. As I grew into my teens and got my driver's license, for some reason I felt a specific draw to the city. If nothing else, the city had a couple of malls where I wanted to spend some allowance money on cool shoes and maybe some CDs. Looking back, I can't believe how innocent my needs and desires were, but that would change soon enough. I was having feelings that were really awakened when I saw my first porn magazine. My buddy Kevin had found a stash of them in his older brother's room. The one we looked at first was called 'Club'. It contained photographs of both women and men. Kevin was fixated on the vaginas and boobs, but I only focused on those dudes and their dicks. These were old magazines and most of the men were unshaven and had those great porn mustaches. After I turned 18 and had no curfew anymore, I ventured into Wichita more often. Right after the exit from the highway there was an small building called "Joe's Pleasure." It had no windows and somehow I just knew it was one of those 'nasty' places which exist only in cities. I passed Joe's Pleasure several times before I got up the nerve to cross the threshold. I found myself holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and felt unsteady on my feet, but I managed to walk through the door, even if I had no exact idea what I would find. However, once I could focus my eyes, I discovered Joe's Pleasure was essentially big convenience store, selling mostly magazines and video cassettes. Selling porn. There was other stuff too, but I went straight to the long magazine rack. I wanted my very own copy of a 'Club'. As soon as I began my search, the old guy at the counter came over to me and asked for I.D. "No kids allowed in here," he grumbled with a lip full of chew. I showed him my I.D. and he went away. I couldn't find any copies of 'Club', but I noticed others that were way more interesting mags. My God! They made magazines with just photos of men! I wanted to buy them all, but wondered where I could hide them that Mom wouldn't find. I figured just one could be tucked somewhere she wouldn't run across it, so I had to narrow my search a little. All the models were gym fanatics with no body hair which disappointed me. And no facial hair at all. As I continued searching, I was aware of someone standing near me. I figured it was the counter guy again to tell me something like "This ain't no library," but it wasn't. It was a man about my size who was smiling and gave off very good vibes. I knew he was friendly. "Finding what you need? The selection isn't great here." "My first time. I'm - I'm just looking around." "There's an arcade in the back, but there's nothing going on there." Arcade? I imagined pinball machines and video games. "Want to go get a beer with me?" "I'm only 18. I doubt they'll serve me." (Stupid Kansas law.) "It's okay. We'll go to 'Lou's'. I know the owner. He and I are best friends and he'll give us anything. It's not far. I'll drive." So I guess I was going. I followed his compact body out to a nice pickup and off we drove. I wondered what time it was, but whatever the case, when he said it wasn't far, he clearly wasn't kidding as we arrived at the bar within minutes. Leaning back in the seat to steady my nerves, my new friend reached for my hand and introduce himself saying "I'm Dan, by the way. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." "I'm Wally. Nice to meet you." Leading me into the bar, we took a table, and Dan ordered for both of us. I restricted myself to one beer as, as a freshman, I had gotten super drunk - having consumed only three quickly-chugged beers. So I knew I needed to pace myself carefully. Yeah. I was older, bigger than I had been back then, and I weighed more, but I was in a new place with a stranger. Caution seemed a prudent idea. While we were seated there, I had the chance to give Dan a close look. He had short brown hair, a white polo shirt and shorts, and he was definitely good looking, but what caught my eye was that he was exceptionally furry. Fur peeked over the top of his shirt collar and it covered his arms like an extra sleeve. I had also caught a glimpse of his legs too, and they were likewise hairy as hell. We had a normal conversation. He asked where I was from and told me about his life. Dan had moved here from Boston to be near his mom who'd just had back and hip surgery. He'd found a job quickly because he was a hairdresser. He told me about a nearby 'cruising' park, and suggested I check out some time. "I'm just a kid with a crappy car. I don't think I could race anybody." "Uh, no, sorry, that's not what cruising means. You're a bit green, aren't you?" Just then Dan excused himself, saying he needed to use the men's room. En route, I saw him approach the bar where he briefly chatted with a guy I assumed was the owner, Lou. No sooner had Dan disappeared into the men's room when a skinny little guy approached me. He seemed harmless so I invited him to sit down. "You're under aged, right?" "Yeah, but not by much." "Well, you landed a good guy. He's absolutely the hairiest male I've ever seen. Wait until to you see him naked! Are you going with him?" "No. No. We just met!" "That's probably best. He's got the recipe." "Recipe?" "He touched my arm and said, "Sorry, that's what my word is for HIV." Just then Dan came back to our table. The expression on his face had changed. "Hi, Grimley. What's up with you?" "Same old thing. I'm going to 'Fantasy' later. Will I see you two there?" "No," Dan answered with in a stern tone booked no argument. Grimley took the hint and fled back to his own table. "He's a useless little barfly. What did he say to you, Wally?" "Not much." "He's a pest and spreads a lot of rumors. I'm not leaving you here alone for the rest of the night." Dan had brought two more beers and some tiny glasses with red liquid in them. "It's called 'Hot Damn'. It's cinnamon schnapps. I drink it to celebrate. Drink it fast." I did and it burned like hell, but I quickly gabbed the mug of beer and gulped it down. "Grimley did say one thing, Dan. He said you had HIV." "Does that bother you?" I thought for a quick second. "No. You're my friend." "That's good," he replied as he took my hand into his hairy grasp. "I think I'm drunk, Dan." "OK. Let's go someplace where you can sober up a bit". He downed his beer and led me out into the night. I felt a bit unsteady, but really good. We got in his pickup and drove a few streets away before we arrived at his simple little house. It smelled like lavender air freshener inside. Nice. He led me to the couch where we started kissing. I had never kissed a man before and it felt so natural. We were fully-clothed except for our shoes. Our embrace got seriously passionate. True passion, such as I had never before felt in my life. He took off his shirt, revealing all of his hairy torso in its full glory. My God. He was perfect. He (correctly) interpreted my admiration as permission to completely strip off his clothing. His toes had large tufts of hair and his legs were insanely hairy. His crotch was a giant bush and I could only see his little cock head poking out out of the mass of hair. I took his whole body in and was awed. He understood and let me look as long as I wanted before telling me to strip. I did without thinking. "God, you're so young, Wally. I hate to do this, but I need to. I can't wear condoms because they tear my dick hairs out. Just lay back. And then he put his full hairy weight down on top of me. We kissed so long and I was lost in it before I even noticed that he had parted my legs and planted his hips right on mine. He was insistent on getting me spread wider. And then I felt the invasion of that dick that grown bigger. I yelped. "Shhh. It gets easier from here on out." I reached around and felt his very hairy back as he pumped in and out of my asshole. It didn't feel so bad now. He climaxed really fast. He stayed still on top of me for a minute or so. I found myself wishing he would resume pumping my hole, as it was much more pleasurable than I would have anticipated, so when he did resume, I was ready for the gift of his cock and the pleasure it afforded me. Dan I stayed in touch over the next few weeks until I left to go back to college. I left the area with memories and a little guest inside my blood.

Part 4 After only a few thrust Steven asked me to fuck him harder and I wasn't one to disappoint. I fucked his brains out and before the session was over he took three charged loads from my balls. Over his spring break I kept Steven high and taking my dick the days at a time letting him ready/sleep enough to keep him wanting Tina in his vein and my cock in his hole. I have him the weekend before he had to go back to school to recover hoping that the lack of sleep along with my fucking him and the drugs (mixed with some of my poz blood) would have him coming down with the fuck flu quickly. Monday after school Steven was asking for stone Tina which I denied him until he earned it when my DNA took hold inside him. He definitely got my dick thrusted drop inside his hole wheeled he got home, after dinner and before bed planting three toxic loads inside him. The next morning I have him a quick fuck I the shower before he heard off to school. Steven commented that he wasn't feeling all that great when I first joined him in the shower. I pushed him against the wall of the shower and rammed inside him ignoring what he said. I made him head off to school knowing that he'd be coming hole sicker then a dog. I was waiting when he walked through the door wanting nothing more then to climb bed. I told him to get naked an climb into my bed and that if get him 'something' that would make him feel better. I was in my bathroom as I watched Steven in the mirror strip down and get under the blanket on my bed. I came into my bedroom with what I needed to administer a small slam. Steven didn't have the strength to fight me as I quickly gave him the small slam (well, small compared to what I had been giving him during his spring break). After his small cough I stepped out of my basketball shorts and slipped in next to him in my bed. We comfortably snuggled up with each other as we began to kiss more like lovers the I was giving him during his during spring break. Soon enough Steven was getting my cock hard and wanting to be fucked. I made love to him know my DNA had taken a hold inside his blood. The cumming weekend we would find out for sure. Steven and I fucked every day he was home sick. He was able to return to school on Thursday. Friday after he got back to my place after school I told him to get out of his school clothes and put on some mesh basketball shorts and a t-shirt, no unaware, no socks instructing him to slip on an old pair if tennis shoes I had for him to use. I knew what Travis liked his boys to wear. The dive over to Travis' place was a quiet 5 minutes. When we arrived I saw a familiar face already waiting. A lab tech friend who Travis used to check when we had a convert. The lab tech administer a rapid HIV test and then drew sine blood for a confirmation test. After the tube was in hand he checked the rapid test. He didn't need to say a word, we could see the results in his eyes. Travis had us follow him into his bedroom. He had a loaded pipe and point waiting. Travis quickly dropped his basketball shorts, climbed onto his bed on his knees, then back on his heels. His hard 9" cock pointed out. Travis held the pipe out and asked Steven if he wanted a smoke. Steven shook his head yes to which Travis replied the if he wanted a smoke he needed to get his ass into his 9". Steven quickly kicked of his shoes, shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his basketball shorts and worked his ass onto Travis' cock. Once he was sliding down the shaft he was handed the pipe and the torch was lit allowing him to get a good long full of smoke. After he blew a big cloud he was inducted to take a second then a third. As Steven took his his from the pipe Travis prepped Steven for one of his 'special' slams. Travis was known for his double slam technique. He used two tourniquets, one high on the upper arm and a second one just below the elbow. He then would slip a point between the two tourniquets and the second one in the forearm. I got naked and climbed on the bed behind Steven knowing that after this he'd want to lay back and I knew Travis would want to make sure the my bro stayed firmly on his cock. Both tourniquets were in placed and I took the pipe from Steven. Travis slipped both points into Steven's veins easily and emptied the one in the forearm fist followed by the point in his arm between the two tourniquets. Travis pulled the tourniquet on the upper arm first followed by the one on his firearm. Steven began to cough with the removal of the fist tourniquet and coughed harder when the second tourniquet was removed. As predicted Steven fell back and I eased him down to the bed. I knew Travis was ready to blow his load after the way (I'm sure) Steven's ass spasmed with each cough. Steve eagerly began to suck my cock as Travis seeded his poz ass. I watched Travis use Steven as a cum dump as I smoked away on the pipe. As the sun was starting to peak through the blinds I knew Travis was just about done using Steven's hole and it was time for me to get style of his cock for myself. We helped Steven up from the bed and has him take a long, relaxing shower as I was prepped for a double slam. I laid on my back as I helped Travis apply the tourniquets and administer the slams. This was the most I had slammed in months. Travis still had some 'juice' left in him as he gave me a fucking I surely needed. When Steve came back to the bedroom after his shower I motioned him over Ryu me so I could suck his cock. By might fall Travis had given both Steven and I a good fucking.

I fucking love Jace, he reminds of me when i first took Meth... 4 months after I was starting chasing AIDS and STDs, to become a filthy AIDS faggot. I really see Jace ending up like me, but trashier...